Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Camp Kaboomy ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

 

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Chapter seven

 

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“You've really done it now, Zechariah!” Noin scolded, as Sally carefully listened to Quatre's pounding heart with her stethoscope. “I'm very disappointed in you.”

 

The teenager glared at the wall, his blonde hair hiding the embarrassment and anger that clouded his crystal eyes. “Don't blame me, it's their fault!” He protested.

 

“Zechs, you are confined to your cabin until further notice.” The nurse ordered. “If you even think of disobeying me, I'll have you sent to Hell's Creek so fast, your head will spin.” She looked up from her young patient, meeting the defiant boy's glare evenly, “Do I make myself clear?”

 

“Yes. Ma'am.”

 

“Good.” Sally turned her back, “Sister Noin will escort you back to your cabin now. If you'll excuse me, I have work to do.”

 

“Is Quatre okay?” Trowa asked once their mortal enemy had vanished.

 

The physician sighed as she studied the clear aqua gems of the silent child. He seemed tired, but was a lot calmer than when she had found him, curled up tight in a fetal position at the edge of the field, seemingly in so much pain. She had been afraid that he was having a seizure of sorts; scooping him into her arms, she had rushed him across the compound to her clinic. “I think he just needs to rest.” Sally finally replied. “Why don't the four of you head back to your own cabin? I'll send some sandwiches down for your lunch.”

 

Duo raised an eyebrow suspiciously, “You're letting us eat in our cabin?”

 

Wu Fei also couldn't believe it, “You're letting us break the rules?”

 

“We ain't gonna have ta rake more leaves, are we?” Hiiro glared.

 

“No. There will be no punishment for this, and it's not something to get used to… I think Quatre should rest, and the mess hall is too loud and too crazy. I thought you'd like to keep your new friend company when I bring him to his room.”

 

“Yeah!” The braided youth grinned, “We'll keep him company!”

 

The small child on the bed smiled tiredly at the enthusiastic youth. /”Thank you…”/ he mentally sighed, his eyes slipping closed.

 

“I'll also send some board games for the five of you to play.” Sally nodded. “I'll have to report this to Une though…”

 

Four pairs of eyes widened with that announcement. Surprisingly, though, Trowa was the first to verbalize his protest, “Why!? Quatre didn't do anything!”

 

“NO!” Duo pleaded, latching onto the nurses' arm. Fear vibrated from him causing the little empath to whimper, his small fists twisting in the bed sheets, “She'll make him go away! Then he won't get adopped! Please!” The child begged.

 

“He's new! He don know!” Wu Fei added, his lower lip trembling as tears filled his eyes.

 

“WHY!?” Hiiro repeated, his face turning red with the pressure of his bottled emotions.

 

“Easy! Easy!” Sally tried to calm the children, “Quatre's not in trouble, I promise!”

 

The small group of friends looked doubtfully at the one adult they trusted most.

 

“He's not in trouble, but I'm afraid he might be sick.”

 

Sally mentally kicked herself as she watched Duo's face drain of its color and he collapsed to the floor in a trembling heap. “No-no-no-no...” He repeated to himself as he began to hyperventilate.

 

“Duo!” The physician tried to soothe, gathering the traumatized boy into her arms, “Ssshh… calm down. He's not going to die. Being sick does not always mean you're going to die…” She glanced at her patient on the cot. The small blonde was twisting in on himself, cringing against the bombardment of emotions he was sensing, despite the comfort Trowa was trying to give. “Duo! You're hurting Quatre!” She nearly shouted trying to get through to the panicked orphan. “Calm down!”

 

After a few moments of being afraid for his friend, Hiiro felt the need to help him. Walking up to the Nurse, he glared at the braided youth. “BAKA!” he shouted, reaching up and yanking on the long rope of hair. “Teishi!”

 

With a yelp of pain, the smaller camper stared, wide-eyed at his closest friend. “Hiiro?” He whimpered before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slumped against the nurse in a dead faint.

 

With a sigh, Sally picked up the child and laid him on another cot. Bringing up a blanket around Duo, she turned to see Hiiro's bottom lip quiver. “Don't get upset.” The nurse smiled, as she ushered the oriental children from the room. With a final glance towards the cot that held the empath, she realized that Trowa wasn't about to abandon the little blonde. “You did a good job calming him down.” She commended the banged youth. With a smile, the woman closed the door and turned back to the other two. “You also, Hiiro. Duo can get hurt when he gets that scared. Thank you for helping me.'

 

“H-He's g-gonna… The Japanese child covered his eyes as he wailed. “HesgonnabewealmadhesaidnevertatouchdabwaidIwasnttwingtabemeanijustwa n

himtastopcwyinhesaidhedbewealmad a-a-anhew-w-wonb-be m-myfwendnomowe anIdunwannanotbefwends!”

 

“Hiiro, honey, I can't understand what you're saying.”

 

“Duo tol Hiiro not to pull his haiw cuz it'd be mean and he'd be mad and fwends don't do mean things to each other.” Wu Fei translated.

 

“Don't worry about that, sweetie.” Sally tried to console, wrapping the small boy in a warm embrace and gently rocking him. “You were trying to help, and it worked! Duo will understand that you weren't trying to be mean. I'm sure he won't be angry.”

 

“Yes he is.” The Chinese boy nodded with absolute certainty causing his friend to bawl even harder. “Duo's gonna get weal mad. Even Zechs won pull Duo's haiw.”

 

“You're not helping, Mr. Chang.”

 

“Sowie.” He said sheepishly.

 

“Hiiro, don't worry about Duo. If he gets mad, then he'll get mad, but I don't think he's going to ever stop being your friend.” She ran her fingers through the unruly dark hair, “You two were made for each other.”

 

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“Zechs, why do you insist on tormenting them?” Noin asked the sulking teen as he buried his face in his pillow, refusing to look at the kind nun.

 

“I dunno.” He mumbled. “They piss me off?”

 

“Watch your language, young man.” She scolded lightly, sitting at the end of the blonde's bed and rubbing his back. “They're just children.”

 

“…”

 

“Does this have anything to do with Relena?”

 

“Leave her out of this!” The teen snapped. “I don't care about her!”

 

“She's safe, you know.” Noin ran a hand through the boy's long hair. “The Darlans are a wonderful family and will love her.”

 

“I said I don't care!” Zechs pushed himself away from the nun's comforting touch. “She's just a stupid girl!”

 

“She's your only family.”

 

“She's no family of mine! She's got adopted, she doesn't need me anymore!”

 

“That's not true, Zechs.” Noin smiled sadly. “The Darlans said that you'd be welcome for short visitations. If you'd like, I could arrange one?”

 

The teenager shook his head. “Relena… Lena shouldn't get confused… She'll want to stay with me and she can't…”

 

“That's very grown up of you to realize that.”

 

He snorted, “I just can't stand her wailin'! She's like a car alarm that can't be shut up!” Ice blue eyes glimmered at the nun, mischievously.

 

With a kind smile, Noin offered a hug, which the young man grudgingly accepted.

“No more picking on the kids? Especially the new one?”

 

“I suppose… What is up with that kid anyway?” Zechs frowned. “Lena's a crybaby, but nothing compared to him!”

 

“He just new, and very young.” Lucrezia tried to explain. “You remember how painful it was to have your parents die and be left all alone. With no other family to claim custody and to lose everything you've ever known? Then to be thrown into a place you don't know and aren't familiar with?”

 

“Yeah… I know.” Zechs frowned, “But, Sister, one of his older sisters should have been able to take him in…”

 

“Older Sisters?”

 

“Sure. Isn't he Quatre Winner? He's got like five of em.” The teen asked, “My parents were business partners with Osama Winner, along with Mr. Kushrenada. The Winner girls all had crushes on me. Lena and Quat used to play together while the grown ups had their stupid boring meetings. I heard on the radio that Mrs. Winner was killed. I didn't know that Mr. Winner was too.”

 

“You shouldn't be listening to such things!” Noin scolded, feeling flustered. No one was supposed to know that Quatre was here!

 

“Why not? It's just the news. It's not like there's anything else to do.”

 

“Zechs.”

 

“What!?”

 

Lucrezia sighed, before standing and heading for the cabin door. “Part of your punishment is missing dinner tonight. You'll also have to write a letter of apology to each of those children.”

 

“What!? Why!? It's not like they can even read!”

 

“Depending on Lady Une's judgment, you may miss the bon fire at the end of the week.”

 

“Aawe, Sister, I don't want to miss that!” Zechs groaned in protest. “Please!?”

 

She smiled, “Depending on your behavior for the rest of the week, I may be able to put in a good word on your behalf. But I'm warning you, Zechariah Marquis, walk on eggshells and do not provoke those children.”

 

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To be continued…