Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Faerie's Blood ❯ Fly ( Chapter 5 )

Morning did not come quickly for the two lovers. Quatre had become worse that night, his body broke into a sweat and he was cold to the touch. The symptoms were odd and Trowa didn't know what to do but stay with him. Many times Quatre awoke in a panic due to non-stop nightmares.

The night was damp and cool,which did not help. Trowa covered Quatre with many blankets to keep the young boy warm, yet that had little effect of helping the cold body.

Trowa couldn't fathom the mysteries. He began to blame himself for Quatre's failing health. He would have to do something, and soon. "Someone in this town should know." He muutered as he stared at Quatre."Please... just hang on, Quatre. Please." He stroked the blondes flawless face, it was cold, and paler than usual.

As the morning sun began to shine in through the window, Quatre began to wake. His eyes squinted as the light had poured into the room."Trowa?" Quatre uttered slowly. He glanced around the empty room."Trowa...?" Quatre pulled himself weakly out of the bed and looked out the window and muttered."They're close."

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Meanwhile, Trowa, figureing Quatre will be asleep for awhile yet began to explore the town for a doctor or medic, or someone that was experienced in those fields. After much confusion and asking many people questions he found that at the edge of town there was a herb and medic man, heard to be a bit crazy, but knew his stuff. So it was worth a try to at least check it out.

It was atleast a 20 minute walk from the town, and Trowa found himself at a old, rather beat down house. The outside looked terrible and looked to ahev unsanitary conditions. Trowa made his way to the front door and knocked on the rickety old door.

No answer...

He knocked again, yet still no answer.

"Hello?!"Trowa called out."... Damn, i came all this way out here to find no one home."

He suddenly heard a many clanging and rustling noises from in the house and the door opened a crack."Yes! Yes! What do you want? it had better be good, cuz I am a busy man you know."

Trowa turned to the door."Y-yes. I need your help. You see someone I love dearly is sick an-" Trowa was suddenly caught off as the door slammed shut.

"Then go to the town doctor, don't bother me with such small things as being sick." He then heard rustling as if he was leaving the room.

"Wait!! The doctors can not help him! Please listen to me!"Trowa reached for the door handle and pulled but found it to be now locked."He's very sick! I can't explain when you won't even hear me out!? Please! No one else can help me!" Trowa hearing no response sulked down against the door.

Suddenly a voice spoke to him from behind."Hey! Who are you and what are you doing?!" It was of a young girls voice. Trowa turned to see a dark blue haired girl frowning with her hands placed angrily on her hips."Well? I asked you, what business do you have here?"

Trowa blinked."I.. I need help for someone, and I had no where else to go..."

She stared at him suspisiously."Explain?"

"Someone I love dearly has been ill for some time now, and no doctor can figure out or treat what he has... please I have traveled a long way, could you possibly help me? I heard that a man lived here that could cure any known disease!"

She bit her lip slightly."Yes... you have coem to the right place. The man here, is my grandfather. My name is Hilde. I'm sorry if my grandfather seems rude, but he doesn't like to socialize with others very well. I can talk to him though. I'm sure if I he will help you. he is just very stubborn and doesn't like strangers."

Trowa nodded."Thank you...."

Hilde frowned as she found the door was locked."Grandpa, open this door right now!" She peeked in through the window and frowned. She then turned back to Trowa."Excuse me for one second please." She then opened the window and pulled herself in.

Trowa could hear her yelling angrily at her grandfather, and in reply heard her grandfather's annoyed remarks.

The door opened and she peered out."Sorry about that. Come in." Trowa walked inside. The house was in shambles. There was cobwebs galore and the furniture looked old and ratty. Also there was junk piled everywhere. "Sorry about the mess." Hilde laughed slightly."Grandpa, likes his mess. He grouches whenever I try to clean. Says I'll ruin his research." She rubbed the back of her head.

"Oh, that's ok. Really." Trowa replied.

"Oh, yes! Have a seat...um... here! *she pulled a decent chair from the corner for him to sit on."Now, grandpa, has agreed to help you as much as he can, isn't that right?" She rose an eyebrow and looked at the old man in the corner of the room.

He had long white hair and beard, his cloths were torn, and well worn. His skin was darkened and wrinkled, yet his eyes had a spark to them."I never agreed to nothing, Hilde."

"Grandpa!! Please. Don't be rude!" She frowned and turned to Trowa."You can explain the story." She leaned closer to him."I know grandpa wants to help, maybe if you just tell your story..."

Trowa nodded."I don't really know how to describe something like this... It's really weird. It's like nothing I've ever seen before in my life. It's just once day he's fine and the next he was sick. I don't really know what caused it but I do beleive it must of been that cut he had accidently did while working. after that his whole body seemed to turn cold, and he seemed to be weak. And the weirdest symptoms I've ever seen. I don't know, but I seem to be affected some how by this because there are times when I would just black out and strange things would occur within my dreams. He had mentioned something about Faerie's... I don't know if this was intentional or if he was just totally out of it at the time. I really think this might be awfully confusing for you... I--" Trowa was cut off when the old man spoke.

"The faerie's blood, eh?"He seemed so different when he said it. Like his voice was flat. "I am sorry but I can not help you."

"Hey! You know of this, don't you?! You said 'the faerie's blood'! What is this anyways!? Tell me!"Trowa lept from his seat and walked toward him.

"You must leave here! Those that are inflicted are cursed!!"

Hilde gasped."Grandpa! Please! He's our guest!"

Trowa shook angrily."If you know of this then you must be able to cure it!"

There was a long silence between the three as the old man sighed."..It is a bad omen, Everyone seems to die. There... is a way to cure it." He turned to face Trowa."First though, I must explain soemthing to you." He hobbled over to the book shelf and pulled out a thin dusty book from the shelf.

"...Tell me." Trowa walked over to him and stared down at the book.

"This is a book from long ago, I'd say about 8, 000 years ago. The world was a land of faeries. The main race of the world had been the faries, that is until the humans came along and destroyed all of their homeland by building their towns and cities. So the faerie's had been hunted down. So the humans then had come to find out that if you drink the blood of a faerie then all your illness' will be cured. So, since the humans had their personal medican it ment ntohing to them when they slaughtered a faerie. Eighty percent of the faerie race was slaughtered, making them go into hiding. And when the humans ran out of this supply, many got sick and died, yet that was till many smart scholars invented medicans toc ure sickness'. This technology began to save the human race, this would of taken at least many years to develop as you can see today there are many new cures every day. I have done my research on the faerie's and the human's. So what I have learned is that to seek revenge on the human race the faerie's seeped out a unstopable virus to the humans. Yet, it would only affect the body if it hit the blood. It made the virus half successful. You see, the faerie's will not stop unless they kill all of the humans in revenge."

"... Then that would explain the dreams? ... So Quatre was right..."Trowa trailed off in silence.

"I do not know all the effects of the virus... yet I have come up with a potion to delay the death... I could give you the potion...but that is only a delay..."

"Then what can I do to cure it?!" Trowa demanded.

"The blood of a faerie."

"Blood ... of a faerie? .. But faerie's... They are only myths. They can't be real... They are only told in books and stories.."

"You think so, eh? But wehat other choices do you have left?" He smiled slightly and rose an eyebrow.

Trowa frowned and looked away."... Give me the potion." Trowa muttered.

"Yes, Yes. I must create the potion first. In order to do that I must pick up afew things in town... I would also like to meet... the one you speak of with the virus...."

Trowa nodded."Yes, thats fine. As long as I get that potion."

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After picking up some incredients for the potion. Trowa, Hilde and her Grandfather went int he direction to the inn where Quatre was only to see all of the towns people crowded around the building, some yelling, and some talking quietly to themselves.

Thats whne Trowa realized that something ahd to of been wrong with Quatre.He rushed over ahead of Hilde and her Grandpa only to look up and see Quatre standing on the roof of the building, his toes touching the edge of the roof, amost as if ready to jump.

"QUATRE!!" Trowa yelled running over."Get down!! Quatre!! Please! Do you hear me?! It's Trowa, Quatre!!"

The blonde looked down at Trowa with a expressionless face."The faerie's are close, they are so close. They want me to go to them. They want me to fly to them. Fly...Fly......Fly........"

*tbc*

Ok, me's updated! It might be a lame chapter but thats ok! I had fun coming up with something!