Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

 

 

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Chapter nine

 

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Duo ran into Hiiro's arms as soon as he saw the group approach the hospital, “Hiiro!” he gasped, as he tried not to hyperventilate, “I-I saw the news. . .”

 

“I'm fine, Koi,” the stoic boy assured, placing a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead, “we all are.”

 

The braided boy scanned each of his friends anyways, making his own speculations on their well being. Hiiro looked slightly pissed, but otherwise fine, as was Wu Fei. Sally appeared thankful to be out in open daylight, while Trowa seemed extremely concerned about Quatre. . . Duo's eyes widened as he laid eyes on his small friend. “Quatre! What happened to you?” he demanded.

 

“I. . . I passed out again. . .” the blonde whispered, his voice still hoarse.

 

“What are those bruises on your neck?” The braided boy scowled. “It looks like you were strangled!”

 

“We don't know, Duo.” Sally answered, saving Quatre from speaking some more. “In every sense, he has been. . . Yet we were with him the entire time, and no one laid a finger on him, or got close enough to do so.”

 

“Damn, Quat!” The braided boy shook his head.

 

“I want a full report,” Hiiro demanded, before herding his Koi away from the hospital and the crowd of reporters that were beginning to gather.

 

“Report?” Quatre glanced up at the banged boy, who glared in the direction of the soldier.

 

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The door banged loudly, echoing in the conference hall. He glared at the intrusion, “What do you think you are doing?” he demanded.

 

“Changing the rules of the game,” the girl sneered, as she sauntered into the dim room.

 

“You don't have the power to do that,” he reminded, almost amused that she should try overpowering him. “And I have the leverage.”

 

“I have the power,” she disagreed, chairs levitating to emphasize her point. “And I have the leverage.”

 

“Oh?” He leaned back in his chair, his fingers steeled together, not appearing the least bit intimidated. “And that would be. . .?”

 

She allowed a smug gleam of confidence to light up her face, “I have what you want. . . What you've been wanting.”

 

“And that would be?” he repeated, mildly irritated.

 

“A fully matured empath. . .”

 

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Quatre sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time since Sally had left to get the results of his blood tests. His throat was still curiously sore, so he refrained from speaking. 'Though. . .' The blonde mused, glancing at his Koi, who stood with his back towards him, as he glared out the window, 'Trowa doesn't seem to be in the mood for talking. . . even if I did want to say something. . .'

 

He sighed again, idly swinging his feet, as he stared at the floor from his perch on the examination table. 'What's taking her so long?' The boy silently groaned, pulling at the collar of his hospital attire.

 

Frowning, Quatre bit on his lower lip. 'Actually. . . Trowa hasn't spoken to me since we escaped HQ. . .'

 

Tentatively, the blonde reached out to his Koi with his empathy. With a sharp gasp, he realized that Trowa was guarding his emotions, preventing him from reading him. Tears filled his eyes, "W-Why?" He rasped out.

 

Trowa didn't answer, nor did he turn from the window.

 

"You've never shut me out before. . ." Quatre shook his head bewildered, "W-Why?"

 

Again the banged boy didn't reply.

 

Shaking, the smaller boy pushed himself to his feet and approached the taller boy, "Trowa?" He whimpered, keenly watching the banged boy's profile for any response.

 

Tears slid down his cheeks as the minutes passed, and the other still hadn't so much as glanced in his direction. "I-I don't understand. . ." He whispered, turning away as a muffled sob escaped him.

 

Suddenly arms wrapped around his waist, from behind, drawing him close, as Trowa leaned his forehead against the blonde's slender shoulders, "Neither do I." He whispered.

 

"I feel alone. . ." Quatre rasped, "I don't like this feeling. . ."

 

"You're not alone, My Love. . ." Trowa assured, “I'm right here. . . I've always been right here. . .”

 

“I know.” The blonde breathed, “b-but, please. . . Trowa. . . don't hide from me. . .The silence frightens me. . .”

 

“Do you trust me, Quatre?” The banged boy asked, loosening his embrace.

 

The smaller boy blinked and turned to face his Koi. “Implicitly.” He replied confused.

 

“Do you really?”

 

“Of course!” Quatre exclaimed, a mixture of shock and hurt raging in his azure eyes. “Why are you asking me this?”

 

Trowa sighed as he gazed into his lover's eyes. With a small smile, he caressed the smaller boy's cheek, brushing away his tears. “You won't let me help you. . . I'm afraid of losing you. . .” His embrace tightened, “Hell, You've already stopped breathing!”

 

“But I'm okay, Trowa!”

 

“This time! What about next time!? Sally might not be around!”

 

“Trowa. . .”

 

The boy sighed, and leaned his forehead against the thin shoulder. “He knows, Quatre.”

“Hiiro?” The boy gasped, as the wall Trowa had erected came crashing down with a raging flood of anger, fear, uncertainty, protectiveness, possessiveness, and boundless love slammed into him causing him to choke out, “how?”

 

“I don't know. . .”

 

“What will he do?”

 

Silence. The arms tightened around him.

 

“Trowa! What will he do?”

 

“Follow orders.”

 

He tried to suppress the shudder that ran down his spine as he whispered, “and Sally?”

 

“Don't know.”

 

They lapsed into a tense silence.

 

“We'll fight this, Quatre,” Trowa promised. “I'm not going to lose you. . .”

 

“I know, Koi. . .”

 

A light knock interrupted their somber thoughts. Looking up, they watched Sally enter and close the door behind her. “Quatre. . .” she began, gesturing to the examination table. Both boys sat on the edge, Trowa's arm around the smaller boy protectively, and supportively. “Do you know what a psychic echo is?”

 

“I've heard of it before. . . but I'm not sure as to what it is.” The blonde frowned.

 

“In the early pre-colony history, new-types were known as psychics,” Sally explained. “As more psychic's powers became active, a new type of allergy (for lack of a better word) manifested.”

 

“What allergy?” Trowa glared.

 

“It's referred to as a psychic echo. What that means is, that when two New-types with active powers cross, they lose control of their respective powers.”

 

“But I've haven't been around any other new-types. . .” The blonde shook his head.

 

“You're probably reacting to someone close,“ Sally shrugged. “Your family perhaps?”

 

“Only my mother. . . and she passed away when I was born.”

 

“None of your sisters?” the doctor pressed.

 

Quatre frowned and shook his head.

 

“That seems unlikely. With 29 sisters, you might not even know that they're a new-type. Who have you seen recently?”

 

“In the last week? Just you and the guys; Trowa's been keeping me at home.”

 

“Though you did go to the beach and HQ,” the banged boy reminded.

 

“But I didn't have any problems at the beach,” Quatre reminded.

 

“And you still have these fainting spells?” she frowned. “It must either be a very powerful new-type, or you're exceptionally close. . . Quatre, do you remember anything when you faint?”

 

The boy sighed and rubbed his temples, trying to massage away the headache that was coming, “um. . . kinda. . . but not really. . . I mean. . . I get a feeling of nostalgia? I see images, and hear things. . . but afterwards I don't remember what they were. . .”

 

Sally thought about that for a moment before continuing, “Quat. . . every time you wake up. . . Something seems wrong with you?”

 

“Wrong with me?”

 

“Like the fever you had when you passed out in Wu Fei's car. . .” Trowa offered.

 

“Now that you mention it, yes. But what does that have to do with anything?”

 

“It might be a clue as to what you see, and who is causing this. . .”

 

“Quat. . . in the elevator, you cried out for someone named Isis. . .“ Trowa frowned, “who is she?”

 

The blonde's brow furrowed as he pondered that question, “I don't have a clue. . .”

 

“Hmm. . . I'd like it if you would do some research for me into your family's history and see who had New-Type abilities, “ Sally said. “Nowadays, it's usually hereditary by at least four generations, and with such a large family, I find it hard to believe that you are the only Newtype of this generation.”

 

“I will,” the blonde promised.

 

“How can we stop it?” Trowa demanded.

 

“There is no way to stop it, but to overcome it.”

 

“How can he overcome something he doesn't know exists?” The banged boy countered.

 

“The same way I conquered the Zero system,” Quatre said with determination.

 

Trowa quirked an eyebrow, “explain.”

 

“It's a matter of concentration,” the smaller boy elaborated, “a matter of blocking the mental intrusion.”

 

“If it's so easy, then why haven't you been able to do it yet?” the banged boy questioned.

 

“Because he didn't know what he was up against,” Sally interrupted. “Even so, it won't be that easy, Quatre.”

 

The blonde shot her a slight glare as Trowa gave him a glare of his own. “Sally. . .”

 

“I'm sorry, Quatre, but this is too serious to sugarcoat,” the doctor sighed. “In order to block such an attack, you must know exactly who you're blocking. . . if you don't, and the attacks continue. . . you could die.”

 

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To be continued. . .

 

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