Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Face From The Past ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Suki Tenshi 
It's chapter 8!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.03.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 187 | Status: Completed
It's chapter 8!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.03.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 187 | Status: Completed
A Face From The Past
Chapter 8
Disclaimers: yeah, I do not own GW. I just have rights to the plot line and the character I create. Do not sue me please. I don't make money off this. I'm just a simple Canadian.
I'm getting there slowly. Right now... life could be better. Let's just say that. Moving from the town I was born in, raised in, and moved the summer before my grad year isn't exactually something that sets in easily. Please review my fic. It tells me that people are reading my story.
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When Syira woke up, felt that she had warmed up a great deal from when she feel asleep. As she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at a sleeping Quatre. She slowly pulled an arm out and felt Quatre's arm. His body felt like ice! She had to wake him up so that he wouldn't freeze to death. The fire was out and there wasn't anything dry to lit a new one. Searching for firewood would take to much time and time was something that she didn't have a lot of time. She lifted Quatre's chin with her free hand and kissed his lips gently. She paused for a moment, waiting to see if he'd wake up, but he remained motionless. So she kissed his lips again, again, and again. Still nothing, but suddenly, without opening his eyes, he pulled her in and began to kiss back. A kiss, that seemed to last for several minutes. When Syira finally broke the kiss, she smiled at him.
"Why did you give me my coat back? I'm use to the cold. You're not," she whispered.
"You were freezing cold."
"And you're not? You must be the least bit cold." Quatre smiled.
"A bit, but I'll be fine." She raised her hand and felt his cheek.
"You're still freezing cold, Quatre. We have to get back to the house."
"Is the storm gone?" Syira looked over at the exit and looked back at Quatre.
"Yeah, but it's nightfall. If we head back now, the others will probably be fast asleep. We'll have to be very quite if so that we don't wake the others. They'd probably freak if they knew what happen." Syira smiled.
"And what *did* happen Quatre?" she asked, almost teasingly. Quatre smiled and kissed her gently on the forehead.
"We survived a snow storm," he said softly. Syira slowly and reluctantly unravelled herself from Quatre, and they got up and left the cave.
***
The moon was full and hanging in the middle of the sky with the stars twinkling bright around it, and the snow was almost glowing. The forest was calm and quiet, except for the sound of Quatre and Syira walking through the snow covered forest. They travelled through the forest for a couple of hours before reaching the house. As they headed towards the house, Quatre noticed that as he looked behind him, Syira was slowly down. Quatre thought about asking Syira if anything was wrong, but he thought that she was just admiring her surroundings. They were only a about a 100 feet from the house, Quatre heard a strange sound from behind and when he turned around to see what it was, he saw Syira laying flat down in the snow, and she showed no signs of trying to get up.
"Syira!" he shouted as he ran up to her lifeless body. He bent over, gently pulled Syira's body over his shoulder, and stood up, carrying her over his back. Her eyes were closed, her body was cold, and she did seem to be breathing. He began his journey towards the house. When they finally got inside, he continued to carry Syira up the stairs, down the hallway, and into her room. He gently laid Syira on top of her bed, and sat beside her. Syira soon let out a small moan.
"Syira, are you alright? You passed out on the snow, so I carried you inside." She nodded her head slowly.
"Yyeeah. I don't know what happened to me. I guess I was colder then I thought." Quatre felt her forehead.
"You're still freezing cold Syi." Syira moved her hand and grabbed Quatre's wrist.
"You're not feeling any better, and I'm use to the extreme cold."
"I'll be fine. You just go to sleep and get some rest."
"I'll do it only if you promise to, my guardian tenshi," she said with a smile. Quatre lended over, kissed her lips gently, and Syira kissed him back.
"Don't worry. I promise." Quatre got up, walked towards the door and turned around."Good night."
"Night."
Quatre opened the door and left the room. Syira slowly pulled the bed covers from underneith her over top of her. This, of course, took her a couple mintues. When she finally managed to get underneith the covers, she let out a deep and heavy sigh. Syira got a short rest for Duo soon opened the door connecting their two rooms and entered her room quickly. Syira managed to sit herself, but it wasn't easy.
"Duo, I'm alright. I'm just a bit exhausted, so don't worry," she said, almost knowing why he was here in the first place. Duo walked over to her and hugged her tightly.
"Syira, you and Quatre were out for nine hours, seven of those hours were in a firece snow storm! I was extremely worried about you! You're all I've got left. I lost you once. I couldn't bear it if I was to lose you again." [An: Is it just me or does this kinda remind me of the movie The Princess Bride?] Syira managed to hug Duo back lightly.
"I don't want to you lose you again either, Duo, but, you have to believe me when I say that I am alright. I am fine." Duo let go of her.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm fine. Remember, I've been in worse conditions." Duo smiled a bit.
"Alright then, sis. I'll let you get some rest." He got off Syira's bed, and left through the door contecting their room, leaving Syira alone with her thoughts. SHe then slowly slide back back and underneithe the bedsheets, and she quickly feel asleep.
***
When Syira came to, she could feel a sense of activity in the air, but something else felt bad. She got up and out of her bed and slowly walked out of her door. She looked down the hallway and saw Duo coming out of Quatre's room.
"Eh, Duo. Nice black eye. Did Heero give it to ya?" Duo let out a laugh.
"Nah. Wuf gave it to me."
"I'm not even going to ask, Duo. Hey Duo, is there something wrong? Something just doesn't feel right for some reason." Duo let out a sigh as he closed Quatre's door.
"Trowa found Quatre lieing motionlessly on the floor this morning, and he was freezing cold too. He's in bed now, but he hasn't woken up. He's warmed up a bit though. He hasn't responded to anything. Who knows when he'll wake up."
"Can I go in and see him Duo?" she asked worringly. (If that's even a word)
"I think so. Heero's in there watching him right now. We had to drag Trowa out of there. The guy was almost falling asleep in his chair. (AN: Aw!! I wish my love would do that!) We had to drag him out of there, seriously. (whistles innociently)" Duo headed downstairs while Syira opened the door and headed into Quatre's room.
"How is he, Heero?" she asked once she closed the door quietly. She walked over to Quatre's bed, sat down on the edge of his bed, and gently brushed his bangs.
"It's hard to say, but don't worry. He'll be fine. I've seen Quatre been in worse conditions." Syira gently brushed Quatre's cheek with her fingers.
"But you knew what was wrong with him then, but this time, we can only guess."
"Do you care about him?" Syira was a bit surprised by Heero's question.
"Umm of course I care about him."
"Then he'll wake up soon."
"I hope so Heero."
Inside Quatre's Mind
Quatre looked around and all he could see was black. No colors, no light. He seemed to be floating in space. "Where where where am I?"
"You are no where," said an unknown soft, female voice.
"And yet, you are somewhere," replied another unknown voice, although this one was a low male's voice.
"Where am I and why am I here?" he yelled.
"She isn't what she seems," said the first voice.
"You mean Syira. I know," said Quatre
"There is more to her then what you know," said the second voice
"She was not born here,"
"And yet she is here."
"She has more then one name."
"Syira Doncha and Syira Tanichie. I know," sighed Quatre
"She is also Merlanda."
"Merlanda? Merlanda who?" asked Quatre.
"In this world she is 16."
"But in her world."
"She's not even one."
"She sees her name as a curse."
"It has killed all her family."
"And yet."
"They are the ones who tried to prevent it."
"Prevent What?" Asked Quatre, being to grow tried of the voices.
"Her family is nine."
"And all are gone."
"But here, there is one."
"You mean Duo. Don't you," commented Quatre.
"She knew 1, 2, 3, and 5."
"But she knows one the best."
"4 died in her world."
"So he, she never knew."
"WHY AM I HERE!!" shouted Quatre.
"To know her."
"To know what she has not told."
"To know what must be known."
"I don't know what you're talking about. You haven't told me anything."
"We have told you."
"What you need to know."
"But you will not realize."
"What you have been told."
"Now you must go," said the voices together for the first time.
"Home?" he asked.
"Yes," they replied.
*end of dream(?)*
Quatre opened his eyes slowly and he fonud himself laying in his bed, wrapped with a couple of bed sheets. He looked around the room and found no one with him.
~I wonder how long I've been laying here for,~ he thought. ~Well, I'd better get up and eat something. I'm starved!~ Quatre unwrapped himself from the blankets, and slowly got out of bed. He realized that he never got out of the cloths he wore when he went out with Syira into the forest. He then made his way out of the room, carefully went down the stairs, and made his way to the kitchean.
"So, you've woken up," commented Heero from behind, just as Quatre was about to open to kitchean doors.
"Yeah. I guess so. How long have I been out for?"
"Almost two days. If you're looking for Syira, she went with Duo to get some firewood about an hour ago so they won't be back for a while. Wufeie is working on his gundam."
"Where's Trowa?"
"He's in the kitchean." Quatre nodded his head and went into the kitchean. Trowa was sitting down at the table, staring out one of the windows in deep thought.
"Hey Trowa," greeted Quatre. Trowa broke from his train of thought, and turned his head towards Quatre.
"Quatre, you're awake. How do you feel?"
"A bit groggy, confused and *hungry*. Other then that, I'm fine." Quatre made his way to the cupboard and stared to look for some food.
"Confused? About what Quatre?"
"Oh, nothing really," lied Quatre as he continued his search for something to eat. Trowa turned around and looked at Quatre.
"Come on Quatre. Don't lie please. You're really bad at it." Quatre stopped looking for food.
"How did you know?"
"You're voice sounds different when you lie. So?" Quatre let out a small sigh.
"I had a strange dream when I was out. I was just drifting in a black space. Then these two voices came out of no where and started to tell me something," explained Quatre.
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Just some stuff about someone. It was all confusing. Darn it! There's nothing good in here to eat."
"Why don't you just try some ceral," suggested Trowa.
"Thanks for the idea Trowa." Quatre headed to another cupboard and grabed Fruitloops, a bowl, milk, and a spoon.
"Whom were the voices telling you stuff about?" asked Trowa. Quatre poured the Fruitloops into the bowl.
"I'd rather not say Trowa," he said as he poured the milk.
"Don't your trust me Quatre? I won't say anything to the others." Trowa's voice sounded a bit hurt.
"It's that I don't don't trust you Trowa. I trust you a lot, but I'm not sure what their reason was in telling me what they did."
"Sounds confusing."
"It is," said Quatre as he walked with his ceral bowl over to the table where Trowa was sitting and grabbed a chair right beside him. "So, what where you thinking about when I came in, Trowa?" Trowa was caught off guard by Quatre's question.
"I was just wondering if you were ever going to wake up?"
"Who found me Trowa?" Quatre asked before taking a bite of his ceral.
"I found you and you were out cold on the floor. When I touched you (NOT LIKE THAT!), you were ice cold. I lifted you up, wrapped you up in some blankets and got you into bed. I then told the others what had happened."
Quatre remained quiet for a few minutes as he listened to Trowa and ate his ceral in silence.
"Um thanks Trowa for doing that."
"Any of the others would do the same thing for you Quatre." Quatre just similed at the tall pilot and he finished the rest of his ceral in silence. After he was finished with his ceral, he took his bowls and put them into the sink.
"Hey Trowa."
"Yeah Quatre?"
"Did you bring your flute with you? I was wondering if you wanted to play some music with me later, if you wanted to." Trowa smiled at him.
"I'd love to, Quatre." Quatre similed back and left the kitchean.
tbc
Wow! It's done. Well, r & r people!
Chapter 8
Disclaimers: yeah, I do not own GW. I just have rights to the plot line and the character I create. Do not sue me please. I don't make money off this. I'm just a simple Canadian.
I'm getting there slowly. Right now... life could be better. Let's just say that. Moving from the town I was born in, raised in, and moved the summer before my grad year isn't exactually something that sets in easily. Please review my fic. It tells me that people are reading my story.
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When Syira woke up, felt that she had warmed up a great deal from when she feel asleep. As she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at a sleeping Quatre. She slowly pulled an arm out and felt Quatre's arm. His body felt like ice! She had to wake him up so that he wouldn't freeze to death. The fire was out and there wasn't anything dry to lit a new one. Searching for firewood would take to much time and time was something that she didn't have a lot of time. She lifted Quatre's chin with her free hand and kissed his lips gently. She paused for a moment, waiting to see if he'd wake up, but he remained motionless. So she kissed his lips again, again, and again. Still nothing, but suddenly, without opening his eyes, he pulled her in and began to kiss back. A kiss, that seemed to last for several minutes. When Syira finally broke the kiss, she smiled at him.
"Why did you give me my coat back? I'm use to the cold. You're not," she whispered.
"You were freezing cold."
"And you're not? You must be the least bit cold." Quatre smiled.
"A bit, but I'll be fine." She raised her hand and felt his cheek.
"You're still freezing cold, Quatre. We have to get back to the house."
"Is the storm gone?" Syira looked over at the exit and looked back at Quatre.
"Yeah, but it's nightfall. If we head back now, the others will probably be fast asleep. We'll have to be very quite if so that we don't wake the others. They'd probably freak if they knew what happen." Syira smiled.
"And what *did* happen Quatre?" she asked, almost teasingly. Quatre smiled and kissed her gently on the forehead.
"We survived a snow storm," he said softly. Syira slowly and reluctantly unravelled herself from Quatre, and they got up and left the cave.
***
The moon was full and hanging in the middle of the sky with the stars twinkling bright around it, and the snow was almost glowing. The forest was calm and quiet, except for the sound of Quatre and Syira walking through the snow covered forest. They travelled through the forest for a couple of hours before reaching the house. As they headed towards the house, Quatre noticed that as he looked behind him, Syira was slowly down. Quatre thought about asking Syira if anything was wrong, but he thought that she was just admiring her surroundings. They were only a about a 100 feet from the house, Quatre heard a strange sound from behind and when he turned around to see what it was, he saw Syira laying flat down in the snow, and she showed no signs of trying to get up.
"Syira!" he shouted as he ran up to her lifeless body. He bent over, gently pulled Syira's body over his shoulder, and stood up, carrying her over his back. Her eyes were closed, her body was cold, and she did seem to be breathing. He began his journey towards the house. When they finally got inside, he continued to carry Syira up the stairs, down the hallway, and into her room. He gently laid Syira on top of her bed, and sat beside her. Syira soon let out a small moan.
"Syira, are you alright? You passed out on the snow, so I carried you inside." She nodded her head slowly.
"Yyeeah. I don't know what happened to me. I guess I was colder then I thought." Quatre felt her forehead.
"You're still freezing cold Syi." Syira moved her hand and grabbed Quatre's wrist.
"You're not feeling any better, and I'm use to the extreme cold."
"I'll be fine. You just go to sleep and get some rest."
"I'll do it only if you promise to, my guardian tenshi," she said with a smile. Quatre lended over, kissed her lips gently, and Syira kissed him back.
"Don't worry. I promise." Quatre got up, walked towards the door and turned around."Good night."
"Night."
Quatre opened the door and left the room. Syira slowly pulled the bed covers from underneith her over top of her. This, of course, took her a couple mintues. When she finally managed to get underneith the covers, she let out a deep and heavy sigh. Syira got a short rest for Duo soon opened the door connecting their two rooms and entered her room quickly. Syira managed to sit herself, but it wasn't easy.
"Duo, I'm alright. I'm just a bit exhausted, so don't worry," she said, almost knowing why he was here in the first place. Duo walked over to her and hugged her tightly.
"Syira, you and Quatre were out for nine hours, seven of those hours were in a firece snow storm! I was extremely worried about you! You're all I've got left. I lost you once. I couldn't bear it if I was to lose you again." [An: Is it just me or does this kinda remind me of the movie The Princess Bride?] Syira managed to hug Duo back lightly.
"I don't want to you lose you again either, Duo, but, you have to believe me when I say that I am alright. I am fine." Duo let go of her.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm fine. Remember, I've been in worse conditions." Duo smiled a bit.
"Alright then, sis. I'll let you get some rest." He got off Syira's bed, and left through the door contecting their room, leaving Syira alone with her thoughts. SHe then slowly slide back back and underneithe the bedsheets, and she quickly feel asleep.
***
When Syira came to, she could feel a sense of activity in the air, but something else felt bad. She got up and out of her bed and slowly walked out of her door. She looked down the hallway and saw Duo coming out of Quatre's room.
"Eh, Duo. Nice black eye. Did Heero give it to ya?" Duo let out a laugh.
"Nah. Wuf gave it to me."
"I'm not even going to ask, Duo. Hey Duo, is there something wrong? Something just doesn't feel right for some reason." Duo let out a sigh as he closed Quatre's door.
"Trowa found Quatre lieing motionlessly on the floor this morning, and he was freezing cold too. He's in bed now, but he hasn't woken up. He's warmed up a bit though. He hasn't responded to anything. Who knows when he'll wake up."
"Can I go in and see him Duo?" she asked worringly. (If that's even a word)
"I think so. Heero's in there watching him right now. We had to drag Trowa out of there. The guy was almost falling asleep in his chair. (AN: Aw!! I wish my love would do that!) We had to drag him out of there, seriously. (whistles innociently)" Duo headed downstairs while Syira opened the door and headed into Quatre's room.
"How is he, Heero?" she asked once she closed the door quietly. She walked over to Quatre's bed, sat down on the edge of his bed, and gently brushed his bangs.
"It's hard to say, but don't worry. He'll be fine. I've seen Quatre been in worse conditions." Syira gently brushed Quatre's cheek with her fingers.
"But you knew what was wrong with him then, but this time, we can only guess."
"Do you care about him?" Syira was a bit surprised by Heero's question.
"Umm of course I care about him."
"Then he'll wake up soon."
"I hope so Heero."
Inside Quatre's Mind
Quatre looked around and all he could see was black. No colors, no light. He seemed to be floating in space. "Where where where am I?"
"You are no where," said an unknown soft, female voice.
"And yet, you are somewhere," replied another unknown voice, although this one was a low male's voice.
"Where am I and why am I here?" he yelled.
"She isn't what she seems," said the first voice.
"You mean Syira. I know," said Quatre
"There is more to her then what you know," said the second voice
"She was not born here,"
"And yet she is here."
"She has more then one name."
"Syira Doncha and Syira Tanichie. I know," sighed Quatre
"She is also Merlanda."
"Merlanda? Merlanda who?" asked Quatre.
"In this world she is 16."
"But in her world."
"She's not even one."
"She sees her name as a curse."
"It has killed all her family."
"And yet."
"They are the ones who tried to prevent it."
"Prevent What?" Asked Quatre, being to grow tried of the voices.
"Her family is nine."
"And all are gone."
"But here, there is one."
"You mean Duo. Don't you," commented Quatre.
"She knew 1, 2, 3, and 5."
"But she knows one the best."
"4 died in her world."
"So he, she never knew."
"WHY AM I HERE!!" shouted Quatre.
"To know her."
"To know what she has not told."
"To know what must be known."
"I don't know what you're talking about. You haven't told me anything."
"We have told you."
"What you need to know."
"But you will not realize."
"What you have been told."
"Now you must go," said the voices together for the first time.
"Home?" he asked.
"Yes," they replied.
*end of dream(?)*
Quatre opened his eyes slowly and he fonud himself laying in his bed, wrapped with a couple of bed sheets. He looked around the room and found no one with him.
~I wonder how long I've been laying here for,~ he thought. ~Well, I'd better get up and eat something. I'm starved!~ Quatre unwrapped himself from the blankets, and slowly got out of bed. He realized that he never got out of the cloths he wore when he went out with Syira into the forest. He then made his way out of the room, carefully went down the stairs, and made his way to the kitchean.
"So, you've woken up," commented Heero from behind, just as Quatre was about to open to kitchean doors.
"Yeah. I guess so. How long have I been out for?"
"Almost two days. If you're looking for Syira, she went with Duo to get some firewood about an hour ago so they won't be back for a while. Wufeie is working on his gundam."
"Where's Trowa?"
"He's in the kitchean." Quatre nodded his head and went into the kitchean. Trowa was sitting down at the table, staring out one of the windows in deep thought.
"Hey Trowa," greeted Quatre. Trowa broke from his train of thought, and turned his head towards Quatre.
"Quatre, you're awake. How do you feel?"
"A bit groggy, confused and *hungry*. Other then that, I'm fine." Quatre made his way to the cupboard and stared to look for some food.
"Confused? About what Quatre?"
"Oh, nothing really," lied Quatre as he continued his search for something to eat. Trowa turned around and looked at Quatre.
"Come on Quatre. Don't lie please. You're really bad at it." Quatre stopped looking for food.
"How did you know?"
"You're voice sounds different when you lie. So?" Quatre let out a small sigh.
"I had a strange dream when I was out. I was just drifting in a black space. Then these two voices came out of no where and started to tell me something," explained Quatre.
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Just some stuff about someone. It was all confusing. Darn it! There's nothing good in here to eat."
"Why don't you just try some ceral," suggested Trowa.
"Thanks for the idea Trowa." Quatre headed to another cupboard and grabed Fruitloops, a bowl, milk, and a spoon.
"Whom were the voices telling you stuff about?" asked Trowa. Quatre poured the Fruitloops into the bowl.
"I'd rather not say Trowa," he said as he poured the milk.
"Don't your trust me Quatre? I won't say anything to the others." Trowa's voice sounded a bit hurt.
"It's that I don't don't trust you Trowa. I trust you a lot, but I'm not sure what their reason was in telling me what they did."
"Sounds confusing."
"It is," said Quatre as he walked with his ceral bowl over to the table where Trowa was sitting and grabbed a chair right beside him. "So, what where you thinking about when I came in, Trowa?" Trowa was caught off guard by Quatre's question.
"I was just wondering if you were ever going to wake up?"
"Who found me Trowa?" Quatre asked before taking a bite of his ceral.
"I found you and you were out cold on the floor. When I touched you (NOT LIKE THAT!), you were ice cold. I lifted you up, wrapped you up in some blankets and got you into bed. I then told the others what had happened."
Quatre remained quiet for a few minutes as he listened to Trowa and ate his ceral in silence.
"Um thanks Trowa for doing that."
"Any of the others would do the same thing for you Quatre." Quatre just similed at the tall pilot and he finished the rest of his ceral in silence. After he was finished with his ceral, he took his bowls and put them into the sink.
"Hey Trowa."
"Yeah Quatre?"
"Did you bring your flute with you? I was wondering if you wanted to play some music with me later, if you wanted to." Trowa smiled at him.
"I'd love to, Quatre." Quatre similed back and left the kitchean.
tbc
Wow! It's done. Well, r & r people!