Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Alliance ❯ Hangovers and Goodbye ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: genieL

xDisclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's characters someone else does. Darnnit why did you have to go and remind me.

JeanGreyMullinsjr - It's funny, I hate it when I start reading a story I'll really get into it then I'll get to like chapter 17 and I'm left hanging or find out that the writer gave up on the story. And I always told myself that I would never do that but I realize that I that's exactly what I been doing. I apologize to anyone who had the same frustrations with me. All I can do is promise to keep up with my writing and hope that someone is willing to kick me in the pants if I start to regress. So Jean I hope you like Chapter 6 and know that I will finish.

Alliance

Written by: Genie

Chapter 5: Aftermath

That evening was unlike any Quatre had ever experienced during his stay in the castle. As he entered the dining room the table was cleared. No cheerfully set table with father and son chatting amicably. Instead he was greeted with the site of the King seated next to the fireplace staring into its flames. What had shocked him the most was that he seemed to be well into his cups as proven by the nearly empty bottle of whiskey held in his unsteady hands.

”Sire?” Quatre questions quietly but he seems to be unheard as the King begins talking.
”Oh beloved, why did the damn Gods take you so soon.” Quatre was shocked, never had he heard the King speak to blasphemously. Also if he wasn't so worried he would have been laughing hysterically because as the King continued to talk to himself his voice would get louder and softer, higher in pitch and lower. “Alone, Solo gone, my fault. Duo, our beautiful baby. It's all my damn fault-“ at this point he actually had begun to cry. Quatre caught the bottle as it fell from the King's slackened fingers. The King jumped as Quatre touched his arm.

“Quatre” he said looking into concerned blue green orbs.

”Sire, let me help you to your room.”

“No, forget about me.” this was barely understandable as his voice was so thickly slurred.

“Go to Duo, make sure he's ok.”

”Maybe bring him some of that cider he seems to like so much.”

Quatre knowing the King wouldn't listen, reluctantly agreed. “Yes sire.” as he stepped out of the room he stopped on of the King's guards.

”Kyle, could you please help the King to his bed. I fear he may not make it alone.

”Sure, Quatre.” the bulky man nodded.

”You wouldn't happen to know what's going on, do you?”

”I know about as much as you do.” said the guard shrugging. A large hand lightly patted Quatre on the shoulder.

”You go on, I'll take care of the King.”

”Thanks Kyle” said the blonde walking away. The guard sighed as he prepared himself to enter the dining room. He knew this day was coming, he just didn't think his King would take it so badly.

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”Duo” called Quatre as he knocked softly. Having received no response he slowly pushed open the door. The room was dark, not a single candle was lit and the fire was burning low. He quickly tended to the fire to offset the chill that these stone castle walls always seemed to have. When he turned he found his friend asleep slumped in his chair, tears staining his cheeks. Leaving him there for the moment he sets a mug and a candle on the bedside table and pulls back the covers. When he was done with that he went back to his friend and shook his shoulder gently. A murmur and shift were his only response.

”Come on to bed.” he said pulling Duo up by his arm and slowly guided the sleepwalking boy to the bed. He then sat in the bed with his back leaning against the headboard and adjusted his friend to lay with his head in his lap. Quatre began to pet his friend's chestnut locks much like Duo's mom had done to them both when they were small.

After a long stretch he quietly asked, “So you want to tell me what's going on.” A long sigh came from the boy below him before getting up and sitting next to his friend mirroring his position. Quatre handed him a mug and his sipped at the still warm liquid.

”I really shouldn't be so shocked and surprised, I guess.” he said that fire starting to creep back into his eyes.

”Shocked about what?”

“It's just that I had hoped he wouldn't do this to me.”

”Do what?!”

”Damn, I guess I thought I was safe, really, who the heck wants to marry a bearer.” he and Quatre shared the same insecurity, being that although they were loved by their family and a few friends within the castle, many still feared bearers as taboo and unlucky.
”But no, apparently I'm married to some perverse, disgusting, old man. And he's sending someone to come and pick me up tomorrow.

”Surely your father wouldn't have.” he said disbelieving. “Who?”

”The King of Retsu.”

“Shit”

Duo laughed. He laughed because he was done with crying. He laughed because there was nothing else he could do. He laughed because he had to accept this cruel hand that fate had dealt him. He laughed because this was all too soon, too quick for him to absorb. But most of all he laughed because his sweet and innocent friend had cursed. He laughed unit his sides hurt and if you were to ask him why he was laughing a day from now he probably would not have been able to answer. When the hysterical laughter finally subsided Quatre decided to speak up.
”I'm coming with you.”

“No”

“You might need - “

“No”

“Duo!?!” his friend implored

”No Quatre. I won't make you give up everything. You deserve to be happy.”

”Duo” he sighed reaching out to grasp his friend's hand. “You're not making me do anything. You're my only family I can't let you go. I may not be able to change anything to stop this madness but the least I can do is be there to offer you comfort!”

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