Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Chapter 17 ( Chapter 17 )

 

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Chapter Seventeen

 

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"I really don't know what I can tell you, Mr. Barton." The petite strawberry blonde appologized, as she sipped her tea. "I haven't spoken to any of my siblings in ages."

 

"We're just looking for some general family information." Trowa said, exchanging a glance with Duo, who had accompanied him.

 

"What is there that I can tell you that my brother cannot? He knows the family better than I."

 

"Miss Winner-" Duo started.

 

"Kisa, please." The young woman interupted. "There are too many Miss Winners to keep straight."

 

"Kisa." The braided boy started again, "We need to know who in your family has new-type abilities."

 

"New-type abilities!" The girl gasped, "What on the colonies would make you ask an intrusive question like that!?"

 

"Miss Winner-Kisa, your brother. . ." Duo tried to say.

 

"Quatre is missing." Trowa said with a harsh swallow. "We think a member of your family-"

 

"-One with New-type abilities-" the braided boy interupted.

 

"-May be responsible."

 

"That is rediculous." Kisa fumed. "Even if there was some basis to your accusations, None of my sisters would want to hurt our only brother."

 

"How can you be so sure if you haven't heard from them in a while?"

 

"I said I hadn't spoken to them, Mr. Maxwell. I do, however, recieve letters and emails from one sister or another quite frequently." She huffed.

 

"Kisa, Please." Trowa began, "Quatre means more to me than anyone else in the world. I need you to tell me about Isis."

 

"Isis?" the sister paled. "I don't know anyone named Isis."

 

"We found records that she was born two years before Quatre to Catherine Winner and disappeared in 185 AC." Duo said, pulling a printout of their findings out of his jacket.

 

The Sister sat stiff as a board as she stared into her tea, a hateful expression ebbing its way onto her face. "She never should have been born." she finally said. "That girl was a monstrocity that was set on destroying everything my father worked so hard to build."

 

"Was she a New-type?" Duo pressed.

 

"Was she a New-type?" Kisa snorted, "Of course she was a goddamn new-type. She had so much power that the rest of us could barely control our own gifts."

 

"The rest of us?" The banged boy raised an eyebrow.

 

"Yes. The rest of us." she miffed. "Our mother was and Quatre is empathic. Iria was clairvoient, I am telepathic to a certain degree and that little abombination was telekinetic."

 

"New-type ablilities don't appear in test tube babies. I thought that only Quatre and Isis were naturally born." Trowa frowned. "It's what the records show."

 

"Does it matter?" Kisa shrugged. "The records are accurate. It was unusual to have one test tube baby show abilities, let alone two. It has never been explained by any means, and I've never cared to ask."

 

"When you said that you couldn't control your own gifts, did you mean Psychic echo?" the banged boy asked.

 

"No. Psychic echo happens to one new-type out of 200 and it activates with every encounter with another new-type forcing them to live in isolation." Kisa explained. "What Isis did to us was to intrude into our minds and cause us to lose control. It happened ONLY with Isis and ONLY when she was extreamly emotional. It nearly killed Iria several times, but Quatre had a defense mechanism that activated when he was in danger, Almost instinctive. . . I never understood how it worked; but in the end, it was almost as leathal as what Isis was doing. It forced his terror onto us."

 

"What happened to her?" Duo asked, redirecting the conversation to its previous track.

 

"She grew so out of control that father had her sent away and erased from the family's minds." She smirked, "If you were to ask any of my sisters, or even Quatre himself, they will have no idea who you're talking about."

 

"Erased?" Trowa frowned. "How? Hypnotism?"

 

"I told you, I'm telepathic to a degree." She smiled at him, /'but you would know something about that wouldn't you?'/

 

"Where was she sent?" The braided boy asked, frowning at the way Trowa had suddenly gone pale.

 

"A mental Hospital on Earth. She was never to be released. That's all I know." She sighed, rubbing her eyes. "When father ordered me to erase everyone's minds, Iria asked me to include a time delay that would allow her to remember after a certain amount of time had passed. I wasn't sure if it would work, but I tried all the same."

 

"Where can we find Iria?" Duo asked.

 

"She's dead." Trowa answered grimly. "She died the same time as Quatre's father."

 

"Oh." Duo nodded, understanding the soreness of the subject.

 

"A week before she died, Iria sent an email to me that was to be forwarded, without being opened, to somewhere on Earth. Who she knew there, I don't know, but she insisted it was to make up for past wrongs."

 

"Do you still have a copy of that email?"

 

"Mr. Maxwell, do you have any idea how long ago that was?" She shook her head, "How many viruses my computer has had since then? No, I don't still have it."

 

'Then what's the point of telling us?' Trowa sulked to himself, while keeping his facial expressions carefully neutral.

 

/'The point, Trowa, is to give you something to use as a lead. Just because I don't have it still, does not mean that it doesn't exsist somewhere in cyberspace.'/ Kisa smiled at him. "You didn't know, did you?"

 

"No." The banged boy shook his head slowly, feeling slightly disturbed at having heard her voice inside his head.

 

"Know what?" Duo asked. "Did I miss something?"

 

"Nothing, Duo." Trowa frowned. /'Don't say anything to him. Quatre should know first.'/

 

/'I wouldn't dream of devoulging such information.'/ Kisa promised. /'A gift is a private thing that one should share with whom they choose.'/

 

/'I appologize.'/ Trowa sighed, /'We shouldn't have pried into your personal buisness.'/

 

"You didn't know. You couldn't have understood." Kisa forgave. "And it was to save my brother."

 

"Nothing my ass!" Duo pouted. "What the hell is going on!?"

 

"Later, Duo." Trowa promised, standing as to leave. "After we find Quatre."

 

"I'm holding you to that." the braided boy threatened, standing as well.

 

"Please, Do inform me when you find him? Have him call to let me know he's safe." Kisa asked, from her seat, /'Oh, and Trowa, don't be afraid of your gift. Work with it, and it can be a powerful resorce.'/

 

"I will." the banged boy nodded and then left.

 

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To be continued. . .

 

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