Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Camp Kaboomy ❯ Ch. 8 ( Chapter 8 )

 

A/N: This hasn't been beta'd yet.

 

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Chapter Eight

 

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It poured the next day, trapping the five kids and their irritable bunkmates in their cramped cabin. For the most part, each group stayed to separate ends of the limited space. Mark and Matty worked on a puzzle together, Eric read a book by the window, while Hector and Alex built with Lego's. However confrontation was inevitable when Duo is bored.

 

To his credit, the braided youth lasted until almost lunch time. He quietly played board games with Trowa while Quatre watched, hugging Mr. Tibbs closely. Hiiro colored in a coloring book with bright crayons on his bed. Wu Fei sat on his own bunk, where he was attempting to build a small model plane. The small Chinese boy pouted when his small fingers couldn't press the pieces strong enough so that it would stay together.

 

“Ya know, ya could ask fer help.” Duo stated, counting out six spaces and gleefully climbing a ladder.

 

“I can do it.” The oriental child huffed. “Mr. Twaize said so.” He picked up the box and pointed, “See, Duo? 8+”

 

“Yer sith.” The violet eyed youth rolled his eyes, fidgeting while he waited for his banged opponent to carefully count out the number of squares and avoiding a slide.

 

“Six `n a half! Mr. Twaize said if I could read I could build dis model.”

 

“Hate ta bwake it to ya, but adults dun always know whats der talkin' bout.” The braided youth scratched absently at his cast, grimacing slightly at the dull ache the action had caused.

 

“Mr. Twaize knows everydin'.”

 

“Nuh-huh!”

 

“Uh-huh!”

 

“Nuh-huh!”

 

“Will you two shut-up!?” Alex snapped, throwing a Lego at Duo. The block missed it's target, hitting the Chinese boy instead. “You're makin' my head hurt!”

 

“Butt out Alex!” Wu Fei glared, throwing the building piece back.

 

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Hiiro looked up from his coloring at the two bickering friends. Sullenly, he didn't say anything. Duo hadn't talked to him all day. Was Duo really mad about yesterday? Were they really not friends anymore?

 

Tears filled the Japanese child's eyes as he glared at the violet eyed, loud-mouthed, long-haired, bratty-

 

>SNAP<

 

The startled youth looked down at the broken crayon in his hand, then at his coloring book. The picture was ruined by the angry scribbles of red that covered the page.

 

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Quatre whimpered, his small hand clutching at his chest. With tears in his eyes, the blonde looked towards the source of his discomfort.

 

Following his gaze, Trowa blinked up at his scowling friend, “Somethin' wrong, Hiiro?” The emerald-eyed youth inquired.

 

“Hn.” The boy shrugged, shoving his crayons into their box and slamming his book shut. Hopping off his bunk, he crawled across the other beds to the bookshelf where the groups meager stash of toys.

 

“ `Ro?” A light touch on the boys shoulder nearly got the braided youth punched, had Duo not ducked fast enough, “EASY, `RO!” Violet eyes flashed as the owner lifted his hands to show no ill intentions. “It's just me.”

 

“Gomen nasi.” The oriental apologized.

 

“What's da matter, `Ro?” Duo asked quietly.

 

“He thinks you're still mad at `im.” Wu Fei piped up, making a face as he tried to press two pieces together only to have them shoot across the room, “Ta ma de!”

 

“Dun swear.” Hiiro scowled, “An' mind yer own business!”

 

Duo blinked, “Why'd I be mad at `cha?”

 

“Cuz he pulled yer hair.” Wu Fei mumbled, searching the floor for his missing piece.

 

The braided youth reached back and grabbed his rope of hair protectively, “Shows how much ya know, Fei! `Ro would neveh' pull my hair.” He stuck his tongue out at his Chinese friend. “That's mean and not somethin'

 

“Ano…” Hiiro started.

 

“Quatre?” Trowa asked as the silent blonde stood, clutching Mr. Tibbs tightly to his chest as he approached the two boys.

 

Azure eyes shown brightly as he lifted a timid hand and placed it on Hiiro's Chest. The Japanese boy whimpered as he resisted the urge to flinch or lash out at his newest friend.

 

Biting his lip, Quatre's gaze saddened. /`I'm sorry…'/ he thought, /`Adults can be so mean…'/

 

“D-Doushite?”

 

The empath then retracted his hand and repeated the action with Duo. The braided youth did shy away. His eyes were far too haunted for a six year old boy.

 

Unaware of the other children in the cabin, Quatre offered a reassuring smile, before replacing the hand gently on the hyper-active boy's chest. /`It's sad when everyone goes away, huh?'/

 

“Stop it.” The braided boy whispered. “Stop it!”

 

Quatre whimpered, hugging the stuffed bear closer as the braided child pushed him away and ran across the cabin and out the door.

 

“DUO!” Hiiro yelled, running to the door, but stopping before crossing the threshold. It seemed as if the curtain of pouring rain had swallowed his friend, hiding him from view. “We have'ta tell Sister Noin!” He exclaimed worriedly.

 

“Dun bother.” Alex shrugged, glaring at the oriental from where he sat amidst his Legos. “It's quieter if he's aint here.”

 

“Shut up, ALEX!” Wu Fei snapped, “If somethin' happens ta him, Lady Une will send him away! We have'ta stop `im!”

 

Trowa shook his head, scooting next to the shaking blonde. “If we go out dere, den we'll get in twouble too!”

 

“I'd radder get in twouble den have Duo get hurt!” Hiiro glared.

 

Quatre huddled on the lower bunk, struggling to breathe. His cherubic face was screwed into a pained expression that he tried to hide in Mr. Tibbs' soft fur. /`I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!'/

 

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“I greatly appreciate your help with all of this paperwork, Sally.” Noin offered a wry grin. “Une is arranging one of Kushrenada's infamous visits.”

 

The nurse shook her head in disgust, “I suppose he's bringing perspective parents?”

 

“That's the plan… Of course, the likelihood of one of the older kids being chosen is so ridiculous, I don't know why we have to pull their files.” Lucrezia said sadly, “Even our youngest group is reaching the age where the chance of adoption is low.”

 

“It's wrong, the way they line the children up like livestock for inspection.” Sally growled, “All I can say is that I hope Duo isn't chosen again. I don't think that boy can handle being returned again.”

 

“Agreed.” The nurse shook her head, “Though I'm almost positive that he acts up so that he's brought back. I don't think that boy will allow himself to be loved until his brother comes back as promised.”

 

“We both know that isn't possible.” The nun shook her head. “I really wish we could tell him, that his brother is dead.”

 

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Violet eyes widened from beneath rain soaked bangs. He covered his ears and squeezing his eyes shut.

 

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“You know that his psyche wouldn't be able to handle that information. It could very well kill him.”

 

“Maybe that would be kinder?” Noin mused.

 

Fury flashed through the physician's pale blue eyes, “How can you say that!?”

 

“No child should have to endure what Duo has.” The other woman stated. “It's cruel to allow him false hope!”

 

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“It's not t-t-true…” Duo whispered, his voice shaking from the freezing cold. The child found that he couldn't breathe.

 

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“Maybe so.” The nurse smiled softly, “But think about it. If it wasn't for Duo, I don't think that Trowa or Wu Fei would have survived after their tragedies, and I know that Hiiro most definitely would not have. Duo's pain has become his strength that he passes on to others who have also suffered. I'm hoping that our little Shinigami will work his charm on young Winner.”

 

“I think Trowa will be able to help Quatre more than Duo.” Noin stated with a smirk. “Now with friendship… Later… Perhaps he can offer more?”

 

“SISTER!” Sally gasped.

 

“What!?” The younger woman blushed, avoiding the other's amused gaze.

 

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The small child had taken refuge from the storm underneath the Mess Hall's porch. He hadn't expected anyone to be inside. “I-It's Not T-T-True!” The braided boy repeated, becoming very agitated.

 

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“I'm surprised that came out of your mouth!” The nurse shook her head.

 

“I'm devoted to our Lord.” The Sister assured, “However, I also believe that love comes in all shapes and sizes… Just don't let Une know and I'll be good.”

 

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“I-It's NOT TRUE!”

 

 

 

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“Don't worry, your secret is safe with me.” Sally smiled.

 

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“SOLOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

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To be continued…

 

A/N: I know it's been months and months since anyone has heard from me.

I'm not dead yet, I promise. Nor have I given up on my fics.

The day before my birthday, my computer was attacked by a Trojan virus. It destroyed everything I had written/drawn and photographed/videotaped since February. I hate having to rewrite things because they never come out the same and often times are not as inspired or of the same caliber of quality. I have now written this particular chapter a total of four times. It is now taking a drastic turn from where I had originally intended.

Hopefully you as a reader will like and be patient while I work out my frustrations that are blocking my creative spirit.

(Reviews would definitely help)

 

I hope to update the following by the end of July

(though I'm making no promises)

Consequences of Our Past

When Angels Die

Heart of the Ocean

 

I've also been captivated by a New-to-me Anime (Kyou Kara Maoh!)

That I may be starting a new fic for. It might be a nice change of pace to write something other than Gundam Wing.

(And please don't kill me for that sacrilegious statement)

 

Until next time…

 

Ja Ne

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