Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Camp Kaboomy ❯ ch. 4 ( Chapter 4 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

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Chapter Four

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The small blonde clung to the other boy's arm as he was lead through the camp.

"That's the Art's/ Crafts Hall, and the basket ball court." Trowa spoke softly. "Over there is the soccer field-" he paused, a dark look entering his eyes. "You wanna stay away from there."

". . .?" Quatre blinked, looking up at him questioningly.

"That's where the big kids hang." He explained, with a small smile. "They don't like to share."

"It's Zechs' fault." Hiiro scowled, coming up behind them.

Quatre jumped, startled, and whimpered as he tried to hide behind Trowa.

"It's okay!" Trowa soothed, "It's just my friend, Hiiro."

/Hiiro?/ The blonde glanced back at the new boy.

"Uh. . . Gomen ne. Didn't mean to scare you." He appologized.

"What did Zechs do this time?" Trowa asked, a slight frown crossing his face.

The Japanese boy shrugged, "He's just a baka."

"Zechs is kinda a bully." Trowa simply said. "He's the oldest kid in camp, and he doesn't like little kids."

Quatre's eyes grew wide and worried.

"Don't worry, stay with us an you'll be fine." The boy smiled at the trusting look the blonde gave him, and the way his grip on his arm had loosened slightly. "I'll look out for you."

"We all will." Hiiro promised.

"Where is everyone?"

Hiiro took on a bored expression as he glanced around. "Nurse Sally took Duo to the Hostipitle, and Wu Fei got punished."

"Oh. Well, I'm just taking Quatre to the cabin. Sister Noin told us to wait there."

"He taking Solo's Bunk?" The dark haired boy scowled.

"It's the only one left."

"Duo's not going to like that."

“Duo knows he's not coming back.” The banged boy pointed out.

A quiet whimper drew the boys' attention. Quatre huddled on the ground hugging himself tightly. His face was scruntched up in discomfort.

"Quatre? Are you okay?" Trowa asked, kneeling beside his new friend.

"HEY YUI!" A angry voice shouted. "I'm TALKIN' TO YA!"

"Whadda ya want Zechs?" Hiiro crossed his arms, glaring up at the taller boy.

"I want to know where my soccer ball is you little brat!" The blonde said, shoving the smaller boy.

"I don't know where your baka ball is."

"Come on, Quatre." Trowa whispered, trying to pull the blonde to his feet. "We need to get out of here."

"Who's that?" Zechs demanded, pushing Hiiro to the ground and turning to the other first graders.

"He's new."

"Duh, One-eye." The older kid sneered, "Tell me your name kid."

Quatre's eyes grew wide, and he tried to hide behind Trowa. ". . ."

"Answer me!" Zechs yelled, grabbing the smaller boy's thin arm and pulling hard.

"Leave him alone, Zechs!" Trowa glared, trying to push the larger kid away.

"Bad move, Barton." The older boy let go of Quatre in favor of fisting Trowa's shirt. Rearing his fist back, he prepared to deck the banged boy. Quatre started to cry.

"Let him go, Baka!" Hiiro warned, his own small fists trembling at his side.

"He needs to be shown his place."

"ZECHERIAH J. MARQUIS, YOU LET GO OF TROWA RIGHT NOW." Noin's angry voice cut in.

Hiiro and Trowa snickered, "Zecheriah?"

"Hello, Sister Noin." The thirteen-year-old smiled sweetly, relaxing his grip on the smaller boy. "We were just playing a game."

"I don't think that constitutes as playing, Mr. Marquis." The young nun glared. "Now you march yourself to Lady Une's Office immeadiately."

"But-"

"MOVE IT MISTER!"

"Yes. Ma'am." The teenager sulked, trudging his feet along the path.

"Arigato, Sister Noin." Hiiro bowed slightly.

"You're welcome, Hiiro." She sighed, kneeling in front of the still crying child, "Come here, Quatre. It's okay now." The small blonde snuggled into her embrace as he tried to calm his tears.

"Have you been to the cabin yet?" She asked Trowa as she rocked the sniffling boy.

"Not yet."

"Well, then let's get a move on." She placed Quatre on his feet and took his hand. "Dinner will be served in a few minutes and we don't want to be late."

"Yes, Ma'am." The other boy's agreed, falling into line beside her.

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"This will be your bunk, Quatre." Sister Noin said, lifting the boy to sit on the top bed in the corner, snug against the wall.

"This is my bed." Trowa said from underneath. "So you don't have to be scared. I'll be right here."

Quatre smiled shyly down at the banged boy.

"Duo sleeps there." Hiiro said, pointing to the top bunk to the right of Quatre's. "And I sleep here." He sat underneath the forementioned bed.

"Wu Fei sleeps on the other side of Duo, Eric below him. That one belongs to Hector and Matty." Sister Noin said, pointing to the beds. "And those ones belong to Alex and Mark." She smiled at the boy. "And that's everyone, Quatre. They're all really nice boys. I think you'll like them and make friends quickly."

/'Friends?'/ the boy blinked. /'I've never had friends before. . .'/

"He's already our friend." Trowa said quietly.

Outside, a bell rang.

"Dinner time, boys." Noin said, picking Quatre up and placing him on the ground, where Trowa immeadiately took his hand. "Better go wash up, or you'll be late."

"Come on, the sinks are out back." The banged boy guided.

"Aren't you going with them?" Noin asked when she realized that Hiiro was still sitting on his bed.

"Duo's not going to like this." He stated with a slight frown. "That's Solo's bunk."

"It was, but now it's Quatre's. Kids come and go, Hiiro. Duo knows that."

"It was his brother's." Hiiro insisted. "He won't like it."

"There's not any other choices. Duo will just have to get used to it." She motioned him off his bed and coaxed him to the door. "Now, go wash up."

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To be continued. . .