Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

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Chapter Ten

"You have such a large family, Quatre. . ." Duo mused as he helped his friend go through endless albums and records, "How do you keep them all straight?"

"I don't." the blonde replied, as he turned another page of the photo album. "I have not met even half of my sisters. If I saw one on the street, I wouldn't know it."

"It's a good thing you've got Trowa then." The braided boy smirked. The banged boy raised an eyebrow towards the other boy, and Duo elaborated, "Otherwise you might end up dating one of your sisters and not realize it."

"Duo, that is a disgusting thought." Quatre frowned, throwing a pillow from the couch at the boy.

"I'm just saying!"

"Well don't." The blonde huffed, "Besides, I'm the youngest. They're all at least four years older than me. I think that if I didn't have Trowa, I wouldn't want a girl who was older than me."

"I am still in the room." Trowa frowned, "If you want to talk about replacing me, you could at least ask me to leave first."

"Green really is your color." Duo snickered, dodging another pillow that was thrown at him. "Careful, Quat. . . You'll run out of ammunition."

"Ignore him, Trowa." Quatre sighed rubbing at his temples, "I could never replace you, you know that." He leaned over an gave a light kiss on the other boy's cheek.

"Hn." The banged boy nodded, turning the page of the book he was studying.

"Hey, Quat. . .?" Duo frowned as he held out a book for the blonde to see, "Why is there a missing picture?"

"I don't know. Maybe the glue didn't stick?"

"There's a missing picture in this book as well." Trowa noted, also holding up his book.

"Some of these books are quite old." Quatre shrugged, as he turned the page of his own book.

"They can't be that old. They both have pictures of you in them."

"I couldn't tell you." The blonde sighed as he massaged his temples.

"Headache?" Trowa whispered, setting his book down on the coffee table.

Quatre shook his head, and blinked several times. "It's nothing."

"Maybe we should take a break, Quat?" Duo frowned slightly, "Isn't it almost time for lunch?"

"I suppose. . ."

"Go get some aspirin and Duo and I'll make some sandwiches." Trowa suggested, kissing his Koi on the temple.

The blonde merely nodded as he pushed his book aside and stepped over the obstacle course of books that littered the study.

"Tuna fish?" Duo asked.

"Turkey." The blonde replied. "No tomato."

"You got it." Duo grinned as the blonde disappeared from view. Sighing, he turned to Trowa, "What's the matter with him?" He asked, "I know he saw Sally yesterday. . . and what exactly is it that we're looking for in these albums? I don't think you played hooky from work to reminisce about Q's family."

"I can't say, Duo." Trowa answered truthfully, setting his book aside.

“Why not?” The braided boy persisted. “I hate how you and Hiiro seem to know everything that goes on and I'm always left out of the loop! Something is very wrong with Quat, and I want to know what!”

“I really can't say, Duo.” Trowa insisted. “Not only because I don't really get it myself, but because it would pose a threat to your life!”

“Oh?” Duo scoffed, “And how is a bit of information about my friend going to kill me?”

“Curiosity killed the cat.” The banged boy pointed out.

“That's nice. I'm not a cat!” the other boy retorted.

“Duo. . .” Trowa sighed, “Hiiro. . . Hiiro still follows their orders, right?”

“To the letter. It's sooo annoying! It really pisses me off.” The braided boy rolled his eyes. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“If I told you what I know, Hiiro would be ordered to assassinate you.”

The boy's violet eyes grew large with shock, “No way. . . No freakin' way. . .”

“Way.” Trowa confirmed. “As it is, he may be ordered to eliminate Quatre and I.”

“He wouldn't. . . He couldn't. . .” Duo denied, “We're his friends! We're his family!” He looked at Trowa pleadingly, “I love him. . .”

“Which is why, I'm not saying anything to you.” Trowa finished, standing from the couch and heading to the kitchen, leaving the stunned boy to contemplate the seriousness of his words.

“Damn.” Duo whispered numbly. “Damn.”

A.C. 185 Winner Estates L4

"You are too dangerous, Isis." Mr. Winner said coldly, nodding to the two men who held his daughter in a firm restraint. "You have nearly killed your sisters, myself and Quatre for the last time. I'm sending you away."

"Father! You can't!" The girl exclaimed, "I'll be good! I promise! It was an accident! I didn't mean for it to happen! Everyone's okay! Father! Please!?"

"I'm sorry, Isis." He continued, turning his back on the child, "You've left me no choice."

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" She screamed, and the walls began to shake.

"They will sedate you if necessary." Her father warned.

"YOU BASTARD!" she shrieked as she was held down and a needle was driven into her thin arm.

In moments the child was still.

"I want her taken far away from here." Mr. Winner ordered. "Earth. She is to be locked up, and never released."

"Yes sir." The men bowed before picking up the girl and carring her from the estate, her family and everything she had ever known.

Upstairs, Quatre huddled in the far corner of his room, hugging his rabbit tighter than ever. Tears streamed down his face as his sister's fear and anger hit him. "Isis. . ." he cried. "I'm so sorry. . ."

"Iria." Mr. Winner called, "I want you to tell Kisa to come here please."

"Father, you aren't serious!" His daughter protested.

"I won't ask twice."

The young woman sighed, "Yes, father, forgive my insubordination. I-I'll retrieve her at once."

A.C. 197 Gundam Pilot's Safehouse

CRASH!

Trowa dashed out of the kitchen, followed closely by Duo, "QUATRE!" He called, running up the stairs, taking them three steps at a time. "QUATRE ANSWER ME!"

"QUAT!?" Duo called upon bursting through the boy's bedroom door.

A quick scan of the room revealed that it was empty, however, the sounds of running water led them to the bathroom.

"Quatre?" Trowa called as he tried to push the door open. He frowned when it only opened so far. Something was blocking it. "Quatre, answer me!" The boy pleaded.

A.C. 185 Winner Estate L4

"Don't worry, Quatre." Kisa smiled forcibly, "It won't hurt."

"I dun wanna forget." The boy whimpered, "Where's Isis? I want Isis!"

"Isis is no longer a part of our lives. . ." Iria said as Kisa's eyes began to glow a faint violet hue.

To be continued. . .