Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Konnichiwa Minna,

I'm sorry for taking so long to update ::grovels for forgiveness::

My life has just been so hectic. . . ::sighs with exhaustion::

Between Moving, and My new job and My Fiancé being a jerk. . .

There really hasn't been any time for writing.

So I offer my apologies and this new chapter with two flashbacks as a peace offering.

I hope you all enjoy it.

By the way, I'm still looking for a beta,

So this hasn't been beta'd yet.

Same old same old applies here. . . if you find mistakes let me know, and I'll fix them. . .

As soon as I wake up from some much needed sleep.

Arigato.

~-~zzzz

Weissangel24

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Chapter five

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A.C. 185 Winner Estates L4

"Quatre. . ." a quiet whisper echoed through his dark room, as his door creaked open. "You awake?" There was a rustling of bed sheets and then a flashlight beam sought out the source of the whisper. "AH! Cut it out, you little brat!" The girl hissed, her arms flying up to cover her blinded eyes.

"Sorry, Isis. . ." A sniffling mumble apologized, the light pointing elsewhere.

"You weren't sleeping?" The little girl asked, climbing onto the huge bed. Her brother looked extra tiny in that bed as he shook his head slowly. "Why not?"

The boy's hand went to his chest and Isis noticed tears in the child's eyes, "It hurts. . ." he whimpered, "It. . . It hurts, Isis. . ."

"Uh. . ." the blonde frowned, "Quatre. . . what do you mean?"

"M-my chest. . . It hurts. . ."

"Do you want me to get Nana?" Isis asked, worried.

The boy shook his head as he began to sob, "It. . .It really hurts, Isis!"

"I'm getting Nana!" Isis announced, standing on the bed, preparing to jump off. She paused as the boy grabbed her wrist.

"P-Please. . . Don't leave me!" There was panic in his voice. . . in his eyes. . .

Isis shook her head, her blonde pony tail swaying behind her, "Quat- you need help!"

"Isis. . ." He moaned, just before his tiny frame began to convulse and he started to vomit.

His sister shrieked, scrambling to get away. "Nana!!!" She cried. The boy was sobbing and was being sick again. "NANA!"

"Isis. . .?" the child called weakly.

"It's okay, Quatre! It's okay!" The seven year old assured despite the panic she herself felt.

"I. . . I dun think. . . I. . . I mean. . ."

"Quatre, what is it?"

"Sumthing's happened to Nana! I can't feel her anymore!" He cried out before unconsciousness mercifully rescued him, and he collapsed on the bed in a huddled heap.

Isis took a half step back and screamed with all her might, "NANA!"

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A.C. 197 Gundam Pilot's Safe House Earth

Quatre jolted awake, his breathing difficult and his mouth tasting like bile. His skin was clammy with a cold sweat. Shakily, he ran his hand through his golden bangs and kicked off the covers.

Beside him, Trowa mumbled sleepily, "Quatre?" The blonde froze, "What are you doing? Daijoubu ka?"

"Hai, I'm fine. . . Just need to use the bathroom. . . Go back to sleep, Koi. . ." the smaller boy replied, his voice shaking. He took two swaying steps before falling to his knees.

"Quatre!" The banged boy exclaimed, instantly fully awake. He leapt out of bed and caught the frail boy as he toppled over. "Quatre. . .?"

"T-t-the bathroom. . ." He groaned, "I-I'm gonna be sick. . ."

"Oh. . ." Trowa gathered his smaller lover and rushed into the adjacent room. He had just set the blonde down and lifted the toilet seat when Quatre became violently ill.

The banged boy sighed and gently rubbed the smaller boy's back, "Easy, Quat. . . Easy. . ." He soothed.

When the blonde finished, Trowa pulled the trembling body close, as he leaned against the sink. "I. . . I'm s-sorry. . ." Quatre whispered, burying his face in Trowa's pajamas.

"Are you alright now?"

"I-I think so. . ."

Trowa reached up and filled a glass with water and handed it to the smaller boy. "Do you want me to call Sally?" He asked, knowing the boy would refuse.

Quatre accepted the refreshing drink gratefully. "I think that might be a good idea. . ." He whispered after a moment's thought, "But it can wait until tomorrow. She has to work early. . ."

"Really?" Trowa raised an eyebrow. Quatre nodded. "I wasn't expecting you to agree. . ."

"Something's wrong with me, Trowa. . ." He snuggled closer, "I don't think I'm sick. . . but. . ."

"You're empathy?" Trowa suggested.

Quatre nodded slowly, "I don't know what else it could be. . .But Trowa. . ." He looked up at the banged boy.

"You're still worried." Trowa said with understanding, brushing back blonde bangs with his fingers. The sad look in those aquamarine eyes pained him, and he desperately wanted to make this all go away. He wanted to see Quatre smile again. Really smile, not the fake ones he wore to keep up appearances. `But Quatre has reason to worry. . .' he reminded himself.

The smaller boy nervously bit on his lower lip, "Hiiro still follows their orders to the letter. . . if he found out. . . or if they found out . . ."

"I know." Trowa soothed, "But I do believe that Sally is trustworthy. If you tell her in confidence, I'm sure that's where it will remain."

"I know. . . but still. . . If they find out, not only will I be in danger but you and her as well. . . "

The taller boy sighed, "Quatre, she was a soldier and is a Preventer and a doctor. . . the only doctor I'll ever trust, actually. . . She'd understand the risks and the position it puts her in, and she'd accept it."

"You're right. . ." he replied warily, laying his forehead on Trowa's shoulder, "I'm being foolish. . ."

"No, you're being cautious, and looking out for the people you care for."

"Hn. . ."

"I'll call her for you." He promised, "Now let's get you back to bed. . ."

The blonde nodded again and flushed the toilet. "I'm really sorry, Trowa. . ." He whispered, as his Koi helped him back into bed. "I really don't mean to worry you. . . and I woke you up. . ."

"It's okay, Quatre." Trowa reassured, sitting on the bed, next to the blonde. "I choose to worry about you, and as for waking me up. . ." the banged boy shrugged, "I really wasn't sleeping."

"Arigato, Koi. . ." Quatre whispered exhausted.

"Anytime. . ." Trowa whispered back, kissing the blonde's forehead. "Ai Shiteru, Koi. . ."

The boy was already asleep.

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"Here." She glared, tossing a disk across the long conference table.

"I trust you had no problems getting this?" A man asked from the shadowed end of the room, as he caught, examined and pocketed the disk.

"No." Her glare deepened, "No problems. I've kept my end of the bargain. Now, you need to keep yours. I want-."

"I know what you want, and you will get it in due time." He interrupted, frowning at the young woman who thought to demand anything from him. "However, I find that you still are of some use to me. Therefore, your contract has been extended."

"You Bastard!" She hissed, "I've done everything you wanted! I want what's mine!"

The man leaned back casually in his large chair and steepled his fingers together, "Indeed. I am very pleased with the work you've done; but I'm not finished with you yet."

"The PREVENTERS are on the case! If I don't stop, they'll catch me!" She hit the table for emphasis, "I can't afford that!"

"Then I suggest that you make sure that you're not caught." He replied in an even business like tone.

She grit her teeth, and growled with frustration. Her hands flexed into tight fists at her sides. On the table, smaller items, a pen, some paper, a wine glass, began to hover.

The man raised an eyebrow, watching with a distracted interest. "I suggest that you calm yourself." He said coldly. His tone very threatening, "Just remember what will happen if you use your power on me."

"DAMN YOU!" She snarled. The items went flying into the far wall. "Someday, you're going to make a mistake. . ." She warned, "And I'll be waiting."

He laughed smugly out loud, "I'm sure." He grinned, "But you'd have to get in line. Many of my enemies wait like hungry vultures for that day. For a chance to extract whatever revenge suits them. That's why I don't make mistakes."

"One day, you'll try controlling the wrong person." She promised, before spinning on her heel and leaving the room. , "and then you'll pay."

He glared after her as the door swung shut. "I think not." He muttered angrily. "You'd better watch yourself, my precious. Don't push me too far or I'll be forced to forget our bargain. . ." He smirked, "And then who will pay? You? Or your daughter?"

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A.C. 185 Winner Estate L4

"Everyone is so sad. . . Especially Father and Iria. . . Is Nana okay?" The small boy asked weakly.

He looked so tiny and frail lying in that huge bed, propped up on large pillows. Father had moved him to another room while his linins were being washed, and the smell was being aired from the boy's unfortunate episode. A nurse had been ordered and was now hovering about the pale child.

The sisters were ordered that the young heir was not to have visitors, but that didn't stop Isis. She had stubbornly snuck into the room and was hiding in the canopy drapes, out of view of everyone except her brother.

The girl was now chewing her bottom lip thoughtfully. Father had warned that Quatre shouldn't be upset; but still her brother did have a right to know. . . "Um. . . You weren't the only one sick last night, Quat. . ." she began.

"Nana?" He asked, hugging a stuffed rabbit close, and burring his face in its well worn fur.

"Yeah." Isis frowned. She wasn't quite sure how to break the news. She herself didn't quiet understand until Father had explained it to her, and Quatre was two years younger then her. `Oh!' She sulked in frustration, `How did Father word it . . .?' She looked at her brother with a guarded expression, "Ano. . .Quatre. . ." She began, "Do you remember that bird we found last month? The yellow one, with a green spot?"

The boy's expression became sad, as he nodded, "It was sick. We tried to make it better. . . but it died anyway. . ."

"Do you remember how your chest hurt then too?"

Again the boy nodded, "But that was only a pinch. . . Last night hurt really bad. . ." He frowned, tears welling in his eyes as he locked gazes with his sister, "I-Isis. . .?"

"Gomen ne, Quatre. . ." The girl slid from her hiding place and wrapped her arms around the small boy. "Father said that Nana went to bed last night, but didn't wake up this morning. . ."

"Maybe she's sleeping late?" The boy asked, "Kisa does it almost every day!"

"Father said that it wasn't the same thing. . . Kisa is just lazy. . . Nana was old. She can't wake up."

"She died. . . just like the bird. . ." Quatre whispered with understanding as his tears began flowing down his cheeks, and splashing onto the stuffed rabbit. "No, not like the bird. . . Like Mama. . ."

"Hai. . ." The other child nodded.

"That's why I couldn't feel her. . ."

Isis studied her brother's expression, "Daijoubu ka?"

Mutely, the boy nodded.

"We're supposed to be going to her funereal tomorrow, and then Father's going to a meeting with her lawyer. . ." She made a face, "You remember? The one that smelled funny."

"Like sushi and camels?" the boy giggled, a light smile gracing his face.

Isis laughed too, "Soria said that Father took three showers the last time he had a meeting with him."

"Cause he couldn't get the smell off. . ." Quatre nodded, "I remember, Isis. . ."

The siblings were quiet for several moments before the boy frowned at his sister. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nandemoni." She replied making a face, "It's nothing."

"You're worried about something. . ." the boy pressed.

Isis glared, "Stay out of my head, Quatre." She warned.

"I'm not doing it on purpose, Isis. . ." He retorted, his shooting his own glare. "It's just kinda there."

"Whatever." She snorted with a shrug.

"Please, Isis?" the boy pressed.

She regarded her brother for a moment before answering, "You're not going to leave me alone, are you."

"I want to help."

More silence.

"I was wondering if it hurt to be dead." She finally answered.

"Why would you want to know that?" The boy asked confused.

"I Just Do!" Isis snapped, raising her voice.

"Don't get angry!" The child hugged his rabbit tighter, "I was just asking. . ."

"Well, I didn't ask you to." The girl retorted defensively.

"I know. . . I'm sorry. . ."

Isis frowned, before hopping off the bed, "I'm going now."

"Please don't!"

She glanced at the boy.

"Stay. . . please?"

"Father will suspect if I don't show up for lunch. . ." She explained leaving and closing the door behind her.

Inside, the small boy cried his heart out until he fell asleep.

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To Be continued. . .

Author's notes: Arigato to everyone who reviews ^-^ ::huggles:: you're the best!!!

Syaoran-Lover: PUH-LEASE! Like I would ever do anything so insulting to the kawaii Li Syaoran as base such a nasty character after him! Nuh-uh! NO Way! Not Ever! After Quatre, Duo, Kurama and Hiei- Syaoran is pretty high on my favorite Characters list. Mr. Xio Li is nothing like Kawaii Syaoran, I guarantee it. Li is a common enough last name that I just kinda picked it out of thin air.

Anyways, I don't know if you're aware of it, but I started a CardCaptor Sakura fic a while back called "Old Friends, New Enemies". It's still a work in progress and like my other fics hasn't been beta'd yet, but I'm looking forward to working on it some more after "Burnout" is completed. When I began it, I hadn't seen the last episode yet (actually, I still haven't seen it) and I hadn't seen the "Sealed Card" Yet either (Which I just got this past week and absolutely love), So I'm placing it AU. This story is also my first attempt at using suffixes (Which I'm pretty sure I screwed up, but hey. . . I'm trying and if someone would like to correct me, I am open to some corrective criticisms, otherwise, I'll never get any better!). I'd be very happy if you could find time to look at it. It's one of my earlier stories, and one of the only ones (I have one Inu-Yasha fic too) that isn't Gundam Wing (Go figure. . .). . . Still, I like my idea for it. . . I'm planning on making Syaoran the hero rather then Sakura (She can be so annoying! - OMG!!! I'm babbling! This is what I get for not sleeping! ACK! >-<) ::Takes a deep breath:: Anyways, I'd really like it if you (and anyone else) would read it.

Arigato for your reviews! I love getting them.

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Weissangel24

Burning tree: I'm glad you like my story. My dad complains all the time about the amount of Japanese I use in my stories, and I'm going to tell you the same thing I told him, Okay?

1) I like the Japanese language. I think it's beautiful when written in characters, and when it's spoken. Personally, I know very little of the language, but what I do know, I like to use. And in my stories is basically the only place I'm Allowed to use my limited knowledge.

2) My fics are based on Anime. Anime originates from Japan. In the un-dubbed series, everyone speaks Japanese. Whether they are Japanese, Chinese, Arabian, or American, it doesn't matter, that's what they speak. It's like. . .

If you're from the USA, English is the universal language. If you're from Mexico, Everyone speaks Spanish. Well, if you're from Japan, Everyone speaks Japanese.

Those are my reasons. I'm sorry if you don't like it, and that it bugs you so much. However, this is the way I write, and the way I intend to keep writing. If it would make it less bothersome for you, I could start including definitions to some of the phrases I use, at the end of the chapter. . . Otherwise, I hope you can tolerate it and keep on reading.

Arigato

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Weissangel24