Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ All in the Band ❯ Chapter Eleven ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Amataru 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.28.2005 | Updated On: 08.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 668 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.28.2005 | Updated On: 08.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 668 | Status: Completed
All in the Band
Part 10
Amataru Arcus
1x2 3x4 Rx1 5xS
Yaoi
PG-13
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I am lazy and have taken someone else’s creation and have formed my own story around them. Don’t sue me, I have no money!! I am a starving artist with no place to call home!!
Warnings: It is yaoi, gay, slash, what ever you want to call it. It is also going to be explicit, but not in this part. There is *plot* in this story!! And I know you all are getting impatient and are wondering where the yummy lemon is, have patience! I promise you it will come soon. *cough*
Authors Note: Eh-heh… Sorry so late in getting this one out folks… ^^; My life has been getting more complicated with every passing day. I make time for what I can and unfortunately writing a ‘silly’ fan-fic isn’t one of my top priorities. I feel so ba~ad!! You all have been so supportive and patient with me!! I promise you all that I will finish this before I die!! ^^;;; So please keep Reading, *Replying* and most importantly ENJOYING each new part I dish out slowly but surely.
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“It eats me up inside to hear you say things like that Quat. You are not the weakest link in the band,” Duo shook his head even though Quatre couldn’t see him through the cell phone.
“I play a keyboard, I can’t write anymore and I sing back-up. All of which can be easily done by someone else.”
“Yeah and someone can replace me too. All I do is sing,” again responding back with visual gestures made in vain. “You need to stop bashing your self so much.”
“And I’m annoying you all with my depression,” Quatre sniffled back previously shed tears.
“You are not annoying us. We are though a bit confused as to why you would be depressed but we are here for you one hundred percent, babe.”
“I know. I just…” He trailed off and only a TV was heard playing in the background close by.
“Duo, we need you on set now,” a production assistant informed Duo as he rushed passed him with three Styrofoam cups of coffee in both his hands.
“I need to go Quatre, I’ll call you back when I’m done with the shoot,” and he hung up the phone not wanting to wait for him to respond. Duo knew he would start pining about something and he wouldn’t be able to get back in time.
Quatre’s condition seemed to be steadily deteriorating. Milliardo called for an emergency meeting the previous night brining his heath to their attention. After consulting with a therapist they knew the only medicine that would help him is a little R and R. They where all going to finish making their music video while in Nashville and then send him off on the next flight back home.
Everyone was worried what effect this would have on Trowa but as always any emotion was completely oblivious to them. He went about his day like routine, no hint of any disappointment or regret.
“Now in this shot, Duo I need you to look through this pane of glass as if you where looking out into a treacherous storm,” the second assistant director informed him as he neared the set. Even before he stopped walking the make-up artist was already powdering down his face and putting on touch ups to his eyes. “I need you to look worried, yet strong knowing you will prevail this like any other time.”
“Gottcha Chief,” Duo nodded even though it didn’t make much sense to him. How could you be worried but confident at the same time? He brushed the debate out of his head and walked onto his spot.
The crew took to their places and when all seemed ready the assistant director called the cues. “Roll rain,” a hose from above Duo pored over the pane of glass, “Roll audio,” the recording of the song played through the speakers, “Roll camera, and Action!”
“You are thinking I’m crazy… But your blushing of lu~ust,” Duo looked out the window to the left of the camera to an imaginary point off set. “I’ve heard a lot of nice things… but tell me which ones I’m to tru~ust.” Duo’s eyes searched into the darkness through the water streaming down the window as if looking for an answer.
“You know the walls are made of glass,” and at the director’s command artificial lightning flashed and Duo spotted Heero standing in the distance. His heart stopped and time stood still for an instant. He watched as in slow motion the water streamed down around Heero framing him behind thin bars of water.
“-And they have been known to crack.. But until then. You keep pushing my way… I keep pushing your way…” For almost a year now he had been living in close quarters with the one person he pinned for the most. And for over a year now he had been forcing him self to completely repress any kind of strong emotion towards another man.
“If only love, could find us all… If only hearts didn’t have to fall.” No matter how many times he convinced his heart that it was broken forever and would never love again it would always start fluttering when ever Heero was near. “We can’t mislead, to make things right. So instead, we’ll sleep a~alone to~onight.”
Duo’s heart felt like it had melted in that instant and leaked through as tears down his cheeks. He turned away from the camera away from Heero and stared at the concrete studio floor. “Well if you wanna take a chance, to make things right… you better have a reason-to-be-lo~oved.”
His head whipped back to the barrier of glass and stared unwaveringly at where he saw Heero standing before, “You know we all want something more… than it is we’re fighting… fo~or.”
The glass shattered as the vices holding it tightened and pushed closer together by two production assistance. The water flowed down freely in front of Duo and he walked forward slightly hesitating at first to go through, then took a step forward.
“Well if only love… Could find us all…” he sung slowly standing in the down poor of water that was washing over his body. His white half buttoned shirt pressed heavily against his skin revealing his smooth hard body. His hair was plastered against his face and fell down his bare neck in streaks. “And if somehow fate, where in my hands… It wouldn’t be enough, to understand… Why we feel lost, in a world so small… If only love, could find us all…”
“Cut!” The director yelled out loud ecstatically and the hose cut off. “That was perfect, Duo!” An assistant rushed over with a towel to try him off with. “We’re a little behind schedule so I want to jump to the next shot a day early.”
The director talked on but Duo wasn’t paying any attention. His heart was still pounding in his chest and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. His mind raced as he realized he couldn’t hide his passion for Heero any longer. Pushing the assistant out of his way he started in Heero’s previous location. But he was gone.
Turning to the closest person to him he asked if they had seen him. But to Duo’s dismay they hadn’t. “Heero?” He called out but to no avail.
The next thing he knew he was being rushed over to the other set made up on the sound stage. Everyone swarmed him; the second director informing him on how he was to feel, the PA was using a hair dryer on his damp hair, the make-up artist was adding more make-up to his already plastered face, and the costume artist was ripping off his shirt about ready to replace it with a new one.
“Enough! Enough!” Duo stormed past everyone to the director. “You said four shots today. We’ve done four shots. Now I’ve got more work to do today then this music video. Now it isn’t my fault that you are behind and need to work some overtime. But I can’t!”
“Look, it’s a quick shot it will only take another fifteen minutes of your time. I promise.” The director tried to sway him as he put his hands on Duo’s shoulder. “I know you’re tired, we’re all tired. But let’s just get this done as quickly as possible so you can be out of here.”
“All right… Then you’re going to have to explain to the poor blind def children why I can’t come serve them dinner tonight…” Duo muttered a false line to pull on the directors heart strings.
“That’s fine. I’ll just give them the first screening to my next movie.”
Duo chuckled under his breath, “At least your not with out humor.”
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“Thanks for taking me out tonight, Duo.” Trowa said as he washed down another shot of whiskey at the dim bar. After two hours of shooting for what the director had promised was going to only be fifteen minutes Duo lost the nerve to confront Heero. The only thing Duo wanted to confront was Jack Daniels or Captain Morgan. Luckily for him so did Trowa.
Trowa was nearly about to shot him self after dealing with Quatre’s self deprivation of happiness. No matter how well things went Quatre just kept getting worse and worse. He just seemed to be doing it to him self for some reason or another. Whether it be for attention or lack of entertainment Quatre denied any of it. When they confronted him about that idea he locked him self in the bathroom of the tour bus for nearly two days.
“Che… I think we both need this,” he grabbed his bottle and fill his glass to the rim. “The next time I do any kind of film shoot it had better be a porno. ‘Cause I’d rather be a sex doll then a Barbie doll. At least sex dolls get some respect!”
Trowa started to laugh uncontrollably on his bar stool. “I can see you as a Barbie doll. Just wait… That will be the next thing Milliardo merchandises us as!” He started giggling hysterically. “You’d come with a pink brush with your microphone!”
“Hey!” Duo pushed his shoulder playfully. “It takes more than just a brush to manage my gorgeous locks, thank you! You would have to come with some super glue!”
Trowa looked at his long bangs and smiled. “What would Wufei come with-”
“Karate-Chop-Action!” Duo simulated as he scrunched his face to look like he ate something sour and started to chop the wooden bar.
“Yeah well, Quatre would come with a razor blade…” His laughing quieted to nearly a huff.
“And Heero would come with a knife…” He grabbed the shot glass with out spilling it and swallowed it down hard. “I’m not drunk yet,” he again filled the glass dangerously spilling it over the rim.
“You know what I don’t get?” Duo said out of the blue.
“Action?” Trowa lifted an eye brow at him from behind his glass.
“Yeah…-No. But yeah, I don’t get that either,” Duo picked up the shot glass staggering just a little but he managed not to spill a drop. “I don’t get why Heero sticks around with Relena-kins.”
Trowa said nothing. Just took another swig of his drink. He knew this was going to be a long rant of Duo’s that would go on and on with or with out any input from Trowa. So instead he just sat there and half listened. Too many things that were more of a burden was being carried on his shoulder. If only Quatre needed just some rest and relaxation. But it was more than that. He needed rehabilitation.
Quatre had been doing some suspicious things as of late. Meeting with strange people, spending lots of money, loosing a lot of weight. Trowa knew he had to be on something. Most likely coke. But he didn’t want to hurt his love any more than he already was. He didn’t want to rat him out but he also didn’t know how to bring up his concern to him as well.
He didn’t want Quatre out of his site. Trowa didn’t trust him at all. If Quatre went back home he would probably get his hands into more trouble or much worse kill him self by accident or on purpose. But Trowa knew that he couldn’t just go with him either. With two members of the band gone there would be no point in continuing the tour.
The tour that they had spent so many nights practicing for, so long trying to attain, so long had they dreamt of it in their waking and sleeping dreams. He couldn’t just break Duo’s heart like that. It was Duo who wanted this the most. If not for him self but for Solo.
“Hey! You’re not even listening to me. Hello? Trowa!” Duo slapped him on the back of his head sending him flying face forward near missing his glass.
“What Duo?” he turned to see Duo’s face white as a ghost staring into the dark corner to Trowa’s left. Trowa turned quickly to see what would cause such an effect on Duo only to regret that he had.
There in the dark corner was an unmistakable pair of light blue eyes and blonde hair kissing an unknown red-head feverously. “Quatre…?” Trowa stuttered. His hands began to tremble as they held the half empty glass of alcohol. “Quatre…” His voice trembled now with a little touch of angst at the base of his throat. Trowa’s jaw clenched as his artery in his neck bulged with his pulse.
“Calm down man…” Duo knew telling him that was no good. He was nearly telling his own self so after the fight cooled down he could at least remind them that he tried to stop it.
Trowa jumped off the stool and traversed the bar room at an impressive rate. Duo even questioned whether Trowa had special powers or not. But that question was replaced with whether or not he should jump in and help or just let them be. He decided watching from a safe distance would be the best solution just in case something dirty started to happen.
“How could you!” Trowa managed to say between his grinding teeth. “How could you be so selfish you bastard!!” He slammed his fist down into the table and startled both Quatre and his date.
“Trowa!!” Quatre tried to turn it on him, “When you left with Duo I thought you two where messing around behind by back!! If you weren’t so damn quiet all the time and talk to me I wouldn’t have had to do this!”
“Had to do this?! Had to do this?! Like hell you had to do this!”
“I’m going to go now…” The woman said quietly as she grabbed for her purse and fled away from the scene.
“I’m under a lot of stress, Trowa. And I don’t feel as if you are there for me anymore. You always leave me alone by my self. I don’t feel as if you love me anymore!” Tears streamed down Quatre’s face highlighting the remains of his affair’s lipstick on his cheeks.
“You don’t know how much you hurt me Quatre.” Trowa quieted down to his normal monotonous voice. Not even looking at Quatre he stared down as he rested his weight on the table with both arms. “I see you torture your self for what ever game you are playing. I know what you do in the bathroom. I see you rubbing your nose all the time, sniffling when you don’t have a cold. I can’t stand to see you in this state. That’s why I have to leave you all the time. It hurts so damn much to be with you!” His knuckles turned white as two drops of tears fell onto them.
“Can’t you tell that you’re not just hurting your self but me and everyone else.” He looked Quatre in the eyes, “I can’t be with you anymore. I can’t be abused like this any more Quatre. I love you, I truly do. But I don’t deserve this.” And with that he fled from the bar as quickly as before. Leaving behind a shattered and shocked Quatre sitting alone in the corner with everyone’s eyes staring him down.
Part 10
Amataru Arcus
1x2 3x4 Rx1 5xS
Yaoi
PG-13
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I am lazy and have taken someone else’s creation and have formed my own story around them. Don’t sue me, I have no money!! I am a starving artist with no place to call home!!
Warnings: It is yaoi, gay, slash, what ever you want to call it. It is also going to be explicit, but not in this part. There is *plot* in this story!! And I know you all are getting impatient and are wondering where the yummy lemon is, have patience! I promise you it will come soon. *cough*
Authors Note: Eh-heh… Sorry so late in getting this one out folks… ^^; My life has been getting more complicated with every passing day. I make time for what I can and unfortunately writing a ‘silly’ fan-fic isn’t one of my top priorities. I feel so ba~ad!! You all have been so supportive and patient with me!! I promise you all that I will finish this before I die!! ^^;;; So please keep Reading, *Replying* and most importantly ENJOYING each new part I dish out slowly but surely.
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“It eats me up inside to hear you say things like that Quat. You are not the weakest link in the band,” Duo shook his head even though Quatre couldn’t see him through the cell phone.
“I play a keyboard, I can’t write anymore and I sing back-up. All of which can be easily done by someone else.”
“Yeah and someone can replace me too. All I do is sing,” again responding back with visual gestures made in vain. “You need to stop bashing your self so much.”
“And I’m annoying you all with my depression,” Quatre sniffled back previously shed tears.
“You are not annoying us. We are though a bit confused as to why you would be depressed but we are here for you one hundred percent, babe.”
“I know. I just…” He trailed off and only a TV was heard playing in the background close by.
“Duo, we need you on set now,” a production assistant informed Duo as he rushed passed him with three Styrofoam cups of coffee in both his hands.
“I need to go Quatre, I’ll call you back when I’m done with the shoot,” and he hung up the phone not wanting to wait for him to respond. Duo knew he would start pining about something and he wouldn’t be able to get back in time.
Quatre’s condition seemed to be steadily deteriorating. Milliardo called for an emergency meeting the previous night brining his heath to their attention. After consulting with a therapist they knew the only medicine that would help him is a little R and R. They where all going to finish making their music video while in Nashville and then send him off on the next flight back home.
Everyone was worried what effect this would have on Trowa but as always any emotion was completely oblivious to them. He went about his day like routine, no hint of any disappointment or regret.
“Now in this shot, Duo I need you to look through this pane of glass as if you where looking out into a treacherous storm,” the second assistant director informed him as he neared the set. Even before he stopped walking the make-up artist was already powdering down his face and putting on touch ups to his eyes. “I need you to look worried, yet strong knowing you will prevail this like any other time.”
“Gottcha Chief,” Duo nodded even though it didn’t make much sense to him. How could you be worried but confident at the same time? He brushed the debate out of his head and walked onto his spot.
The crew took to their places and when all seemed ready the assistant director called the cues. “Roll rain,” a hose from above Duo pored over the pane of glass, “Roll audio,” the recording of the song played through the speakers, “Roll camera, and Action!”
“You are thinking I’m crazy… But your blushing of lu~ust,” Duo looked out the window to the left of the camera to an imaginary point off set. “I’ve heard a lot of nice things… but tell me which ones I’m to tru~ust.” Duo’s eyes searched into the darkness through the water streaming down the window as if looking for an answer.
“You know the walls are made of glass,” and at the director’s command artificial lightning flashed and Duo spotted Heero standing in the distance. His heart stopped and time stood still for an instant. He watched as in slow motion the water streamed down around Heero framing him behind thin bars of water.
“-And they have been known to crack.. But until then. You keep pushing my way… I keep pushing your way…” For almost a year now he had been living in close quarters with the one person he pinned for the most. And for over a year now he had been forcing him self to completely repress any kind of strong emotion towards another man.
“If only love, could find us all… If only hearts didn’t have to fall.” No matter how many times he convinced his heart that it was broken forever and would never love again it would always start fluttering when ever Heero was near. “We can’t mislead, to make things right. So instead, we’ll sleep a~alone to~onight.”
Duo’s heart felt like it had melted in that instant and leaked through as tears down his cheeks. He turned away from the camera away from Heero and stared at the concrete studio floor. “Well if you wanna take a chance, to make things right… you better have a reason-to-be-lo~oved.”
His head whipped back to the barrier of glass and stared unwaveringly at where he saw Heero standing before, “You know we all want something more… than it is we’re fighting… fo~or.”
The glass shattered as the vices holding it tightened and pushed closer together by two production assistance. The water flowed down freely in front of Duo and he walked forward slightly hesitating at first to go through, then took a step forward.
“Well if only love… Could find us all…” he sung slowly standing in the down poor of water that was washing over his body. His white half buttoned shirt pressed heavily against his skin revealing his smooth hard body. His hair was plastered against his face and fell down his bare neck in streaks. “And if somehow fate, where in my hands… It wouldn’t be enough, to understand… Why we feel lost, in a world so small… If only love, could find us all…”
“Cut!” The director yelled out loud ecstatically and the hose cut off. “That was perfect, Duo!” An assistant rushed over with a towel to try him off with. “We’re a little behind schedule so I want to jump to the next shot a day early.”
The director talked on but Duo wasn’t paying any attention. His heart was still pounding in his chest and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. His mind raced as he realized he couldn’t hide his passion for Heero any longer. Pushing the assistant out of his way he started in Heero’s previous location. But he was gone.
Turning to the closest person to him he asked if they had seen him. But to Duo’s dismay they hadn’t. “Heero?” He called out but to no avail.
The next thing he knew he was being rushed over to the other set made up on the sound stage. Everyone swarmed him; the second director informing him on how he was to feel, the PA was using a hair dryer on his damp hair, the make-up artist was adding more make-up to his already plastered face, and the costume artist was ripping off his shirt about ready to replace it with a new one.
“Enough! Enough!” Duo stormed past everyone to the director. “You said four shots today. We’ve done four shots. Now I’ve got more work to do today then this music video. Now it isn’t my fault that you are behind and need to work some overtime. But I can’t!”
“Look, it’s a quick shot it will only take another fifteen minutes of your time. I promise.” The director tried to sway him as he put his hands on Duo’s shoulder. “I know you’re tired, we’re all tired. But let’s just get this done as quickly as possible so you can be out of here.”
“All right… Then you’re going to have to explain to the poor blind def children why I can’t come serve them dinner tonight…” Duo muttered a false line to pull on the directors heart strings.
“That’s fine. I’ll just give them the first screening to my next movie.”
Duo chuckled under his breath, “At least your not with out humor.”
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“Thanks for taking me out tonight, Duo.” Trowa said as he washed down another shot of whiskey at the dim bar. After two hours of shooting for what the director had promised was going to only be fifteen minutes Duo lost the nerve to confront Heero. The only thing Duo wanted to confront was Jack Daniels or Captain Morgan. Luckily for him so did Trowa.
Trowa was nearly about to shot him self after dealing with Quatre’s self deprivation of happiness. No matter how well things went Quatre just kept getting worse and worse. He just seemed to be doing it to him self for some reason or another. Whether it be for attention or lack of entertainment Quatre denied any of it. When they confronted him about that idea he locked him self in the bathroom of the tour bus for nearly two days.
“Che… I think we both need this,” he grabbed his bottle and fill his glass to the rim. “The next time I do any kind of film shoot it had better be a porno. ‘Cause I’d rather be a sex doll then a Barbie doll. At least sex dolls get some respect!”
Trowa started to laugh uncontrollably on his bar stool. “I can see you as a Barbie doll. Just wait… That will be the next thing Milliardo merchandises us as!” He started giggling hysterically. “You’d come with a pink brush with your microphone!”
“Hey!” Duo pushed his shoulder playfully. “It takes more than just a brush to manage my gorgeous locks, thank you! You would have to come with some super glue!”
Trowa looked at his long bangs and smiled. “What would Wufei come with-”
“Karate-Chop-Action!” Duo simulated as he scrunched his face to look like he ate something sour and started to chop the wooden bar.
“Yeah well, Quatre would come with a razor blade…” His laughing quieted to nearly a huff.
“And Heero would come with a knife…” He grabbed the shot glass with out spilling it and swallowed it down hard. “I’m not drunk yet,” he again filled the glass dangerously spilling it over the rim.
“You know what I don’t get?” Duo said out of the blue.
“Action?” Trowa lifted an eye brow at him from behind his glass.
“Yeah…-No. But yeah, I don’t get that either,” Duo picked up the shot glass staggering just a little but he managed not to spill a drop. “I don’t get why Heero sticks around with Relena-kins.”
Trowa said nothing. Just took another swig of his drink. He knew this was going to be a long rant of Duo’s that would go on and on with or with out any input from Trowa. So instead he just sat there and half listened. Too many things that were more of a burden was being carried on his shoulder. If only Quatre needed just some rest and relaxation. But it was more than that. He needed rehabilitation.
Quatre had been doing some suspicious things as of late. Meeting with strange people, spending lots of money, loosing a lot of weight. Trowa knew he had to be on something. Most likely coke. But he didn’t want to hurt his love any more than he already was. He didn’t want to rat him out but he also didn’t know how to bring up his concern to him as well.
He didn’t want Quatre out of his site. Trowa didn’t trust him at all. If Quatre went back home he would probably get his hands into more trouble or much worse kill him self by accident or on purpose. But Trowa knew that he couldn’t just go with him either. With two members of the band gone there would be no point in continuing the tour.
The tour that they had spent so many nights practicing for, so long trying to attain, so long had they dreamt of it in their waking and sleeping dreams. He couldn’t just break Duo’s heart like that. It was Duo who wanted this the most. If not for him self but for Solo.
“Hey! You’re not even listening to me. Hello? Trowa!” Duo slapped him on the back of his head sending him flying face forward near missing his glass.
“What Duo?” he turned to see Duo’s face white as a ghost staring into the dark corner to Trowa’s left. Trowa turned quickly to see what would cause such an effect on Duo only to regret that he had.
There in the dark corner was an unmistakable pair of light blue eyes and blonde hair kissing an unknown red-head feverously. “Quatre…?” Trowa stuttered. His hands began to tremble as they held the half empty glass of alcohol. “Quatre…” His voice trembled now with a little touch of angst at the base of his throat. Trowa’s jaw clenched as his artery in his neck bulged with his pulse.
“Calm down man…” Duo knew telling him that was no good. He was nearly telling his own self so after the fight cooled down he could at least remind them that he tried to stop it.
Trowa jumped off the stool and traversed the bar room at an impressive rate. Duo even questioned whether Trowa had special powers or not. But that question was replaced with whether or not he should jump in and help or just let them be. He decided watching from a safe distance would be the best solution just in case something dirty started to happen.
“How could you!” Trowa managed to say between his grinding teeth. “How could you be so selfish you bastard!!” He slammed his fist down into the table and startled both Quatre and his date.
“Trowa!!” Quatre tried to turn it on him, “When you left with Duo I thought you two where messing around behind by back!! If you weren’t so damn quiet all the time and talk to me I wouldn’t have had to do this!”
“Had to do this?! Had to do this?! Like hell you had to do this!”
“I’m going to go now…” The woman said quietly as she grabbed for her purse and fled away from the scene.
“I’m under a lot of stress, Trowa. And I don’t feel as if you are there for me anymore. You always leave me alone by my self. I don’t feel as if you love me anymore!” Tears streamed down Quatre’s face highlighting the remains of his affair’s lipstick on his cheeks.
“You don’t know how much you hurt me Quatre.” Trowa quieted down to his normal monotonous voice. Not even looking at Quatre he stared down as he rested his weight on the table with both arms. “I see you torture your self for what ever game you are playing. I know what you do in the bathroom. I see you rubbing your nose all the time, sniffling when you don’t have a cold. I can’t stand to see you in this state. That’s why I have to leave you all the time. It hurts so damn much to be with you!” His knuckles turned white as two drops of tears fell onto them.
“Can’t you tell that you’re not just hurting your self but me and everyone else.” He looked Quatre in the eyes, “I can’t be with you anymore. I can’t be abused like this any more Quatre. I love you, I truly do. But I don’t deserve this.” And with that he fled from the bar as quickly as before. Leaving behind a shattered and shocked Quatre sitting alone in the corner with everyone’s eyes staring him down.