Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Burnout ❯ Chapter 19 ( Chapter 22 )

A/N: I didn't know that I could write so much! I think this is the third chapter I've finished today!

Oi

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Please read and review and let me know if my ramblings are for nothing. . .

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Chapter nineteen

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"Zechs and Dorothy have joined up with the White Fang." Howard was informing the Gundam pilots, and Sally of current events. "Rumor has it that they're planning to destroy the Earth Sphere. . .and they're going to use Libra to do it."

"THEY CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Duo exclaimed, jumping out of his seat. "HAVE THEY GONE MAD?"

"Sit down, Duo." Hiiro ordered, reaching up and giving the boy's braid a slight tug. Duo rubbed at the back of his head, and glared at the boy who sat next to him.

"Let the man finish." The other pilot said, evenly as he locked eyes with the boy.

Duo blinked a couple of times before breaking the staring contest. He silently cursed as he felt his cheeks flush, and his heartbeat quicken. `What the hell was that?' He asked himself, stealing a glance at the boy, `That wasn't your every day Hiiro glare. That's for sure. . .'

"Daijoubu ka?" Trowa whispered to the smaller boy that sat to his left, frowning slightly at how tightly the blonde was gripping his armrests. The boy's knuckles were white, and his body was shaking slightly too. "Quatre?"

"I-I-I'm fine. . ." The Arabian whispered back with a shuddering breath. He swallowed hard, desperately avoiding the other's eyes.

"Quatre. . ." The banged boy began.

The blonde leapt to his feet, knocking his chair back as he did so. All eyes turned on him, as did their emotions. Leaning against the table, he drew in quick shuddering breaths as he tried not to throw up.

"Quat?" Duo asked, his concern hitting the boy like a ton of bricks, "You okay, man?"

"I-I . . ." He shook his head squeezing his eyes shut, "EXCUSE ME!" He yelled, as he bolted from the room.

"QUATRE!" Trowa yelled after him, also leaping to his feet and running out the door.

"QUAT!" Duo got up to follow, but stopped when a hand gripped his wrist. "Hiiro?"

"I'll go."

"But Hiiro. . ." The boy started to protest.

"Trust me." The Japanese boy asked before leaving the room, leaving a stunned Duo behind.

"What is that all about?" Wu Fei scowled.

"I'm not sure. . ." The braided pilot murmured sitting back down.

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The boy ran for all he was worth, the pain in his chest not ebbing. It was too much. . . everything was too much. All of the Hatred, the fear, anxiety, concern, pity, anger. . . It attacked him with a vengeance. It was all he could do to keep from screaming.

"Quatre!" Trowa called after the blonde, "Quatre, wait up!"

Quatre stumbled, and scrambled to pick himself up again, resuming his run.

"QUATRE! Please!"

"BARTON!" Hiiro yelled, "Turn right and head him off!"

The banged boy nodded once and did as he was ordered. Hiiro kept running straight.

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Quatre ran into an open door, slammed it behind him and locked it, before retreating into a dark corner. There he huddled, his hands gripping at his chest as he sobbed. He sobbed until his head hurt and his stomach twisted, causing him to throw up. He then threw up until there was nothing to throw up and his body had spent all of the energy he had. Exhausted, the blonde passed out.

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"Where is he?" Trowa asked as he met up with Hiiro without passing the blonde.

"Inside one of these rooms, is my guess." The Japanese boy answered. "Do you know what's wrong with him?"

"I think it's. . ." The banged boy paused, looking uncertain, ". . . his empathy?"

"Did he tell you about that?" Hiiro raised an eyebrow.

Trowa shook his head. "It's. . . just a feeling I have. . .I probably don't make sense. . ."

"You make plenty of sense." The shorter boy assured, studying the doors that lined the hall, "Any guess as to which room he's in?"

"The locked one." The banged boy reasoned, "He's trying to get away from us."

"Hn." Hiiro nodded, and then proceeded to turn the knobs of the doors down the right side of the hall, while Trowa tried the knobs on the left.

After a few minutes, the banged boy called out, "He's in this one. . . I'm sure of it."

Hiiro tried the door. It was indeed locked. Taking out his gun, he aimed and fired, blowing the lock from the door. "After you."

Quietly, the pilots entered the darkened room, using the light from the hall to illuminate their way.

"QUATRE!" Trowa cried, spying the unconscious boy lying next to a puddle of vomit.

The boy groaned, stirring slightly, "T-Trowa?" He murmured before lapsing back into his unconscious state.

"Sshh, it's okay, Little one. . ." The banged boy whispered, gathering the boy into his arms, standing and facing the other boy.

"Let's put him into his quarters." Hiiro suggested.

Trowa nodded, and followed the boy.

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A cold cloth was lightly being dabbed against his forehead. It was refreshing compared to the heavy aura of concern that hung around him, causing him to grimace slightly.

"Quatre?" A quiet toned voice beckoned for him to wake up.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. Above him hovered the half covered face of Trowa. "Hey there." The banged boy smiled slightly as he removed the washcloth from his forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted. . ." the boy murmured, his throat scratchy. "How long have I been out?"

"Three days." Trowa said, helping him to sit up and then handed him a cup, "Here. . . Drink this. . ."

Quatre complied. The water was cool and refreshing to his parched throat, "Thank you. . ." he smiled slightly.

"Anytime, Quatre. . ." The banged boy smiled, "Hiiro wanted to speak to you as soon as you woke up. . . I'll go get him for you." He stood, and made to leave, but paused at the doorway, "I. . . I was really worried about you, Quatre. . ." he murmured before disappearing.

Hiiro came in a brief second later; noting with some amusement, the confused look on the blonde's face. "You know, for an empath, you're pretty dense."

"Nani?" Quatre frowned warily.

"Nandemoni." The pilot shook his head slightly, "Daijoubu ka?"

"Right now? Or in general?"

"General."

Quatre's frown deepened as he tried to figure out how to voice his thoughts. "It's back. . . my empathy. . ." He began.

"Since when?"

"The first time I'm aware of it was when I found Trowa. . . he was. . ." Quatre swallowed, and his voice dropped to a bare whisper, ". . .afraid of me. . ."

"And since then?"

"I haven't been able to shut anyone out!" The boy exclaimed, "It's an ongoing pounding in my heart and in my head! I can't tell the difference between what I'm feeling and what I'm picking up from other people! It never stops! It just keeps getting louder and louder. . . I can't make it stop!" he grimaced, doubling over on himself, "It hurts Hiiro. . .and I'm. . . I'm scared. . .It's never been this bad before. . . I. . . I can even feel you. . ."

"But you said. . ."

"I know. Before now, I wasn't able to. . . you kept them too well hidden." The blonde shook his head, "But now. . ."

"Hn."

They stayed in an uneasy silence before the smaller boy broke it, "You should really talk to Duo." He whispered.

"You know Trowa didn't leave your side since he found you?"

"He. . . didn't?"

Hiiro shook his head, "Duo's been wanting to see you. You up to it?"

"I guess so. . ."

The Japanese pilot left and soon a nervous American knocked at his door, "Quat? You okay?"

"I think so." He offered a small smile.

"You used to tell me everything, Quat. . . Why didn't you tell me `bout this?"

"It's not exactly something you could help me with, Duo." The smaller boy apologized. "I. . . didn't mean to keep it from you. . . honest."

"I know, Q." The boy smirked, ruffling the blonde's hair teasingly. "But I could have at least tried to tone it down. . . you know?"

"I couldn't ask you to do that." Quatre denied, "There are a lot of negative emotions floating around this ship. Your more upbeat emotions offer me a refuge of sorts. . . besides, I wouldn't ask you to not be yourself."

"Yeah. . . I know." The braided pilot grinned.

Quatre sighed wearily, suppressing a yawn.

"Tired?"

"Yeah. . ."

Duo smirked, as he made to leave. "Then get some rest."

"Duo. . ." Quatre stopped him as a tenseness surrounded his heart, "Was there any fighting while I was. . .?"

"You shouldn't worry about that, Quat." Duo tried.

"Duo. . . You don't lie."

The braided boy looked at his pale friend, and sighed. "Yeah. . . There was a battle."

"Someone's here. . . someone. . .you don't want. . ."

"Hilde." The boy frowned, "She snuck aboard Libra and stole some schematics. . . but at the same time, she got injured."

"You're afraid of hurting her. Why?" Quatre frowned.

"You're being a tad bit nosy, don'cha think, Q?" Duo teased.

Quatre frowned, "I'm being serious."

"I know you are. . ." He sighed. "But you must know."

"She loves you." Quatre nodded, "But you love Hiiro."

"So why'd you ask?"

The blonde smiled, "So that you'd know it too."

The braided boy stared at his friend for a moment, "You know something." He frowned.

"It's not mine to tell." Quatre apologized.

"Huh. . ." The braided boy scowled lightly before a grin crossed his face, "Get some rest, Q." He waved. "I'll catch ya later. . ."

"Laters, Duo. . ." Quatre sighed as he lay against the pillows, sleep already threatening to claim him.

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"My dear little brother. . ." a voice cooed from the darkness of his dreams, "Are you really a kitty cat? Do you have nine lives?"

"Leave me alone!" He shouted, backing away from the menacing presence he felt trying to draw him in.

"I wander how many lives you have left?" The voice purred, "Let's see. . . there was one for almost dying at birth. . .one for the pool. . . one for the electricity. . . one for the shooting. . . one for the knife. . . one for self-detonating. . . one for the assassin. . . one for the sniper. . . gosh. . . How many is left?" The voice turned cold, "By my count, that's eight, Winner! Better take care. . . You've only got one life to live. . .and I'm waiting. . ."

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Quatre woke with a yell, his body shaking in a cold sweat. "What the hell. . ." He gasped into the darkness of his quarters.

He could feel it. An intense desire to kill.

"Dorothy. . ." He realized, suppressing a shudder. `This time. . . she's not going to fail . . .'

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To be continued. . .

A/N: I can honestly say that this fic will probably be about 25 chapters long,

(Unless I get sidetracked X-x)

Which means we're getting close to the end.

(Honestly, I've got chapters 22-25 already written, I just need to finish 20+21 ^-~)

I also wanted to let you know that I have a sequel in the works too.

Also, for you Yu Yu Hakusho fans out there who just might be reading this. . .

Opinion time!

(Actually, I have a scenario thought up and I want to see how I should end it!)
        I'm taking a poll, and would liked to be emailed directly with you're
        honest opinions!

        In an honest fight, Between Hiei and Kurama
        (No special moves, just as they are)
        Who would win??????

        I await your thoughts.

And please email me directly at: weissangel24@yahoo.com re: Hiei/Kurama
        fight poll!
        I'll take answers till the end of the first week in May!
        (May 7th people)

Arigato Minna!
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