Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

A/N Okay, I'm at my parent's house and the waves of inspiration are now filling me. I sat down and wrote this entire chapter in about an hour. It hasn't been beta'd yet, so please let me know of any mistakes so that I may fix them.

Please enjoy.

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Weissangel24

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Chapter seven

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A.C. 195 Earth, somewhere in Russia

The two boys slept in each other's arms that night. In the morning, Trowa deemed Quatre able to travel; so with minimal protests, they took off on the banged boy's motorcycle. Quatre held on tightly, half hiding behind the taller pilot, as they raced through the snow.

"Where are we going?" The blonde shouted above the roar of the engine.

"Back to the circus." Trowa yelled back, "It'll be safe there."

"Okay. . ." the boy nodded, snuggling closer against the other's back.

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In a few hours, they arrived at the gate that lead to a large red tent.

Quatre gazed upon the scene with a mixture of awe and dizziness. It was huge, and it teemed with life, happiness and anticipation. It was a bit overwhelming.

Trowa gazed at him with a mixture of love and concern. The boy was increasingly pale, and yet, his face was flushed with fever. "Daijoubu ka?" He asked quietly.

The blonde blinked several times before answering, "Honestly. . . I've been better. . ." He whispered, leaning against the taller boy's arm. "I. . . I've never been to a circus before. . ."

"Hm." Trowa smiled, and pulled his coat tighter around the thin boy. "Come on, we can go to my trailer and put you to bed."

Mutely, the blonde nodded and started out after the other pilot, keeping close to the latter, and hiding behind his back.

Suddenly, a surge of intense anger slammed into him, making Quatre gasp slightly.

"Nani?" Trowa asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"Someone is coming. . . and she seems pretty intent on killing you. . ."

"She?" Trowa frowned slightly, " Oh, you must mean Catherine. . ."

"Catherine?"

"She's kinda like my overprotective elder sister." Trowa explained, "At least, that's the way she treats me. Anyway, I live with her while I'm here."

"TROWA BARTON!" a shrill voice interrupted, "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS ABOUT YOU!?"

The banged boy didn't respond as a ranting young woman approached him.

"Do you realize you could have frozen out there?"

"I'm here now, Cathy." He said with a mild note of irritation, "That's what matters."

"Trowa. . ." she whined slightly, "You don't understand! You don't understa-" she paused as her rant was interrupted by a violent barking cough. Cathy blinked in surprise when Trowa turned around to face a petite young blonde boy. She watched with even further astonishment as the banged boy expressed open concern and felt the boy's forehead.

"You need to be in bed. You have a fever." He whispered, wrapping a supportive arm around the lithe shoulders and herded the smaller boy towards his trailer.

"Demo. . . Trowa?" Catherine called to him, "Who?" she asked.

Trowa paused and regarded her for a moment, before being startled by the boy's sudden collapse. "Daijoubu Ka?" He demanded of the other boy.

The only answer he received was another barking fit, and the blonde sagging against him. Hastily, Trowa gathered the frail boy into his arms and continued to his trailer. He noted with some irritation and mild relief that Catherine was following him.

"Trowa?" She asked, watching him lay the blonde stranger onto his bed and cover him with blankets with the utmost care. "Who is he?"

"A friend." Trowa grunted, pushing by her and then returning a moment later with a damp cloth. Gently, he began to sponge the boy's forehead, murmuring quiet reassurances as he did.

"He's kawaii." Cathy beamed as she figured out just what kind of friends they were. "Is this the person you stayed with a few weeks ago?"

"Hn."

"What's his name?"

The banged boy spared her a glance, "You can call him Quat." He replied before another violent coughing fit interrupted. Trowa frowned slightly at the other boy, noticing how difficult breathing had become for him, "Cathy, do you have any medicine?"

"Hmmm. . ." she pondered thoughtfully, before leaving the room. A few minutes later, she returned, "Here. Give him two tablespoons of this. It should help."

Trowa nodded and helped the boy sit up long enough to take the cough-suppressant.

"Tell you what. . ." the girl whispered after a while of watching them, "I'll go and make some soup. He'll need to eat when he wakes up."

"Arigato, Cathy." Trowa whispered back, offering her a genuine smile, before returning his attention back to the bed's occupant.

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AC 197 Preventer's HQ Earth

"Quatre. . ." Came a huge sigh of relief.

"Sally?" The confused blonde blinked his eyes open. "W-Where's Trowa?"

"I'm here Koi." The taller boy assured, taking his hand. "Daijoubu ka?"

The blonde shook his head slowly, "What happened?"

"You passed out again, Winner! That's what happened!" Wu Fei's irritated voice snapped.

Quatre buried his face in his hands, groaning in frustration. "Again!?" He desperately looked up at their doctor friend, "Sally, you've got to help me!"

"I'll do what I can, Quatre." She promised, "But let's get you somewhere more private then the middle of the parking lot; and I'll get you something for your fever. Okay?"

"Fever?" The blonde murmured, frowning slightly as he reached up and felt his forehead.

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She had managed to sneak into the building with very little difficulties. Everyone seemed to be more concerned with their own business then hers. Quickly, she found the stair well she needed and descended to the basement levels. Nervously, she fingered the pendent that hung around her neck.

`I'm going to kill him.' She swore to herself, `I'm going to kill him and rescue Savannah.' She frowned as she realized that she wasn't in the correct room. With a hushed curse under her breath, she lifted her glove to reveal a watch-like device. Pressing at the sides of it, a holographic projection appeared. Carefully, she scrutinized it.

According to the blueprints of the building, this was the final level in the building; but according to her boss, there was one more.

"Kisama. . ." She swore, fingering the necklace again. "Where is it?"

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A.C. 185 Winner Estates L4

"I'm terribly sorry for your loss." Mr. Dashaa was saying to his client and a few of his many children. "Quatrenia was a good woman. She will be missed."

"Thank you, Harvey." Mr. Winner nodded, as did Iria, Rika, Ellyana, Myia, Ziira, Soria, and Kisa.

Quatre and Isis merely scowled at the lawyer, trying hard not to gag. Their previous assessment of the man smelling like sushi and camels had been most generous. Even their father was having difficulty breathing in the pungent man's vicinity, and maintaining the polite façade of diplomacy that he had been raised to project.

"Kisa. . ." Isis whispered, pulling on her elder sister's dress sleeve., "I have to go to the bathroom!"

"Hush, you little brat!" The strawberry blonde girl hissed, "You should have gone before!"

"I didn't have to go then!" She whined.

"Isis. . ." Quatre whispered, "That man's looking at us. . ."

"Huh?" She blinked and redirected her attention, "Oh. . ."

Mr. Dashaa cleared his throat before continuing. "As I was saying, Quatrenia wished that most of her possessions would be sold and the money given too the Maxwell Church Foundation, so that it may help war orphans."

"Figures that Nana would do something like that." Ziira grumbled, pouting.

"She probably didn't leave us anything at all." Myia agreed.

"You two outta be ashamed of yourselves." Iria frowned at them. "You should be more concerned with the passing of Nana then what you can get out of it. She was, after all, the last link to mother that we had."

"Who cares?" Myia shrugged, "She's dead. There's nothing we can do to bring her back."

"We might as well want something to remember her by." Ziira added.

"You two are despicable." Iria hissed.

And so the argument went on. No one noticed that the little blonde boy who sat in the back was doubled over, clenching at his chest. "Stop it. . . stop it please. . ." he pleaded, tears forming in his eyes.

"Quat?" Isis glanced at him worriedly. "Daijoubu ka?"

"Make them stop fighting. . ." The boy begged, "It hurts, Isis. . . They're so mad and sad and . . . and. . ."

"Father. . ." The little girl called, "Father!"

But Mr. Winner was preoccupied with his other daughters to pay attention to his youngest two children.

Isis glared at her father and scowled. Her eyes glowed slightly, her blonde locks raising from her neck, and she stomped her foot angrily. "FATHER!" She shouted, sending a wave of invisible power shooting everywhere.

Her sisters were knocked out of their chairs, Mr. Dashaa's paperwork went fluttering everywhere, her father was sent into the far wall.

Quatre screamed.

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AC 197 Preventer's HQ Earth

"SALLY! What's going on with him!?" Trowa demanded, as he cradled his unconscious Koi in his arms. "This is becoming ridiculous! It's happening more frequently and it's becoming harder to wake him up!"

"I'm not sure, Trowa. . ." She frowned apologetically, "I've never seen anything like this and it's not in the medical books either!" She shook her head helplessly, "How long has this been going on?"

"Since just after the Zero incident." Trowa whispered, "But it's gotten worse. . . so much worse. . ." He looked at the doctor, "I'm afraid I'm going to lose him."

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She suddenly fell to her knees, "NOT AGAIN!" She gritted through her teeth, gripping the sides of her head. "What the Hell is this?"

Her power. . . the power that she had tried desperately for so long to control. . . was being manipulated without her permission. . .

An image flashed through her head, and her eyes widened, `A boy? A little boy? With blonde hair and blue eyes? Who?'

The power lashed out, hitting everything in its path.

`Quatre?' It was a fleeting thought; one that barely lasted a moment.

The building shuddered as support beams were knocked over.

She hadn't thought of him since that time. . . yet. . . she knew. She knew that this was Quatre's doing. . .

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD, QUATRE!" She screamed, unleashing her power to its fullest extent. "DAMN YOU!"

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To be continued . . .

A/N Am I evil? Does this just confuse the Hell out of you?

Please let me know.

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Weissangel24