Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fly on Broken Wings ❯ Quatre Arrives ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.24.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.24.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 3-12-04
(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter One: Quatre Arrives)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Quatre Arrives
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The screams echoed off the walls, blasting away the conversations and drawing the turn of every head able to move. As one, those in the ward fell silent before the shrill cry that went on and on without pause. It broke only for the screamer to gasp air into his lungs, the howled chords shaken by the strain on the lungs... and by the frantic efforts of the screamer to pull free of those that tried to restrain him.
Halfway down the hall in his room, Duo Maxwell lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at the scream. He watched in amusement as nurses ran by in a flurry of white uniforms and worry, congregating around the disturbance. As soon as he heard the tell-tale clunks of the Head Nurse's shoes he knew the fight would be over soon. Whoever it was making all that noise would find himself spinning up towards lala-land on a cloud of tranquilizers.
Duo grinned. This he had to see. After the stern-faced nurse had passed with her formidable syringe loaded, Duo got up from his bed and crossed over to the door, leaning out like everyone else up and down the hall. Down at the north entrance, just a few steps into the actual wing, the flurry of excitement swarmed about the hapless screamer.
Suddenly, everything stopped. Except for the screams, which continued with renewed energy as the nurses and orderlies merely stared. The Head Nurse stumbled out from the circle, face contorted in a dark glare as she futilely tried to bat away the concerned ministrations of a junior nurse. The flails of the screamer had made the needle loaded with tranquilizers go nowhere except right into the Head Nurse's arm.
"Payback's a bitch," Duo muttered, trying to get a look at whomever the poor sap was still shrieking his head off. Whenever the guy calmed down, Duo'd have to congratulate him on the fantastic performance. Unless he was just whacked. Or drooled. Drooling was beyond nasty.
The screams abruptly ended.
Duo leaned further out into the hall, striving to get a good look at whoever it was down there. Some of the orderlies and nurses departed, muttering to themselves, leaving behind a distraught looking business man, complete with a briefcase. The man had his arm under a slightly figure, blond head rolled to one side, with a nurse hurriedly taking up the other side.
That little thing was the screamer? Why, he wasn't even a patient! Duo noted in disbelief. Unless he was a transfer... or just new. What a way to make an entrance.
Aided by the nurse and the suit-clad man, (the boy's father? Could be, although the deep tan skin and brown hair suggested those flaxen locks came from the mother, if that was the case) the boy weaved his way out of the hall and towards nurse's station, ending the show for those watching. Disappointed and vaguely miffed, Duo turned and went back to his book, lying abandoned on the bed.
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"Maxwell, get your feet off the wall."
"Bite me."
"No, thank you," the nurse replied with a hint of disgust. "I'm sorry, he's actually quite civil when he wants to be. Well, here's your room. I'm sure Maxwell will be most helpful to you and offer to show you around the ward --"
"Huh?" Duo tilted his head off the bed, staring at the doorway and the up-side down nurse standing there. Beside her, hovering nervously with a small suitcase clutched to him, was a boy. A small blond. "Well, I'll be damned!"
"Most likely, yes," the nurse said smoothly, with a warning in her eyes. Duo rolled over and lifted his head to see them both right-side up instead of up-side down. "Be nice, Maxwell."
Duo threw her a wink, "Aren't I always?"
"Well, Quatre, this is where I leave you. Are you sure you'll be okay?" a man, just outside of Duo's range of vision, asked. The boy nodded mutely in reply, and edged his way into the room without so much as a backwards glance.
The boy, Quatre, shot Duo a wary look and shuffled over to his bed, setting the suitcase atop the blankets. Duo stared in fascination that such a meek, quiet little thing could have produced the keening wails from earlier. And he was quite sure it was the same boy, unless there were two small blonds walking around in the same set of clothes.
"So your name's Quatre?"
The boy jumped, whirling to face Duo with widened eyes. Mute, Quatre only nodded and, eyes shyly fixed to his new roommate, turned back to opening his suitcase. Duo frowned, folding his legs beneath him as he sat upright. "Mine's Duo. What's the matter, can't you talk?"
"No," the boy said softly, "I can talk."
"Oh, good. 'cause it'd put a real damper on conversation if all you could do was scream, eh? Real impressive stunt you pulled. Do it often?"
"...I don't know what you're talking about," Quatre said, picking an armful of shirts from his suitcase.
Duo gestured to the dresser, "Bottom two can be yours. Don't touch my stuff unless you want to get knifed," he growled menacingly, and was rewarded by the boy turning white as milk, large turquoise eyes staring the casual smirk on Duo's face with evident horror.
The smirk spread into a warm grin, and Duo let out a sharp laugh, "Couldn't resist, man. You need to relax. I'm not going to start drooling and ranting about the aliens coming or the vegetable mafia, so stop looking like you think I'm about to flip."
"Sorry," Quatre said very softly, settling his shirts into the drawer and smoothing out the fabrics with a shaking hand. "I've never been here before," he confessed, stealing a terrified glance over Duo, who grinned like the Cheshire cat. He seemed to shrink within himself, kneeling there before the dresser, and trembles shook frail shoulders.
"How old are you?" Duo questioned, pulling his long chestnut braid over his shoulder and snapping off the rubber band holding it closed. Quickly, he ran his fingers through the waved locks, shaking free the plait, and then started to rebraid the silken mass.
Quatre looked up, clearly started, but seemed to relax a bit at the normalcy of the question. "Sixteen, as of yesterday."
"Happy Birthday!" Duo cheered, but the answering look of misery from the young boy's face stopped his celebrations. "Oh. Wow, sorry, man, sucky present to end up here. I'm seventeen, so, not that much older. 'course, there's no one over eighteen here! After that send you off to where all the real crazies. Aren't we the lucky ones, stuffed up here in the kiddy asylum!"
The boy turned away again, arranging the last of the shirts and going back to get another armful of clothes. This second bundle emptied the boy's suitcase of everything but a shoebox and a plastic bag of toiletries, which Quatre set in the top of the two drawer's Duo had allotted to him. The shoebox was lifted very carefully from the suitcase and Quatre seemed to hug it close before turning and setting it carefully on the nightstand. Blue-green eyes flashed quickly over to Duo, the anxiety swirling there unmistakable.
"Hey, I'm not going to snitch your stuff," Duo protesting, spreading his hands in supplication. "I swear, I'll leave your junk alone if you stay away from mine. So long as you don't got nothing dangerous. I'll get in trouble, too, if you're stashing away razors."
Quatre shook his head, blond locks dancing, and lifted the shoebox lid with reverent care. Setting the lid aside, he drew up a cream-colored teddy bear with dark brown paws and a thin black bow tied around its neck. Duo blinked amethyst eyes in surprise several times before letting out a peel of laughter that startled the boy. Quatre backed away hastily and tripped over the edge of carpet, sprawling unceremoniously to the floor with the bear still clutched tightly to him. Wide eyes stared up at Duo with a mixture of bewilderment, fear and apprehension.
"A stuffed animal at sixteen?" Duo scoffed, unaware he was being cruel. "I've seen crazier." He paused, then laughed without mirth, "I've been crazier."
Cautiously, Quatre gained his feet and edged around until he could reach the suitcase to close it. Without looking at Duo, he tucked the suitcase underneath the bed and sat gingerly on the mattress, fingers absently smoothing out wrinkles from the white comforter. "Don't laugh, please," he said in a very small voice, and the tone cut the smile off Duo's face more effectively then anger would have.
Awkward silence drifted between them before Duo grinned brightly once more, "Sorry, man. But it's funny, I was expecting some shrine to the green monkeys or a box full of broken bites of bone -- you know, some genuinely crazy shit. Instead, it's just a fluffy badger."
"Bear," Quatre correct in the same wounded tone, but daring to lift his eyes to look over at Duo. "He's a teddy bear."
"Does he have a name?" the older boy returned with perfect seriousness, face solemn for once. "He should have a name."
With a shy smile, the blond nodded. "Sandrock," he replied quietly, but with a bit of eagerness creeping into his voice. The boy turned slightly to face Duo, displaying the teddy bear. "But I call him Sandy for short," Quatre confided shyly, a faint pink color rising to his cheeks just before he looked away again, holding his bear close.
"That's a good name for him," Duo said with the same serious manner as before. "Is that all that was in your box?"
Abruptly, Quatre's face when carefully blank and the boy rose to set the lid firmly back on the shoebox. The boy's back remained to Duo for a long time and, after a minute or two, he saw the thin shoulders begin to shake with quiet sobs. Offering his roommate some privacy, Duo rolled across his bed so that his back was to the other side of the room. He reached across his nightstand and took up his book, reading the same paragraph three times before realizing the effort was futile.
"Hey, Quatre?" he called, rolling back and sitting upright with the same motion. "They showed you around the place yet? Not much to see, but at least you should find the bathrooms."
Back still to Duo, Quatre shook his head and gave a soft sniff, lifting an arm to use the sleeve as a means to scrub at damp cheeks. "No," he said in a tear-streaked voice.
"Well, come on. I got some friends I want you to meet, too."
Quatre turned slowly, head ducked low and Sandy raised before him like a shield. "Okay," the boy sniffed again, withdrawing in on himself with blond hair falling across his forehead like a wispy veil.
"Hey," Duo said at the door, turning with a grin. "Welcome to Hell"
The blonde's eyes widened in shock and Duo laughed, "Get it? Saint Helen's Psychiatric Hospital. Helen. Hel'. Hell! ...I'm so clever."
Quatre merely nodded, a faint trace of a smile on his face. As his roommate bounced out the door, the younger boy hesitantly followed, wondering just what kind of friends Duo had.
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Author's Notes: Uh. I don't know what happened. The idea just tackled me, beat me up and left me for dead. I know it's mean to start a fic the day before I leave for vacation, but...! Oh, well. I'll try to get as much posted as I can before I leave.
Curious about the pairings? You'll just have to wait. This is completely Alternate Universe, if you couldn't tell. Look forward to meeting Trowa in the next chapter!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
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(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter One: Quatre Arrives)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Quatre Arrives
-
The screams echoed off the walls, blasting away the conversations and drawing the turn of every head able to move. As one, those in the ward fell silent before the shrill cry that went on and on without pause. It broke only for the screamer to gasp air into his lungs, the howled chords shaken by the strain on the lungs... and by the frantic efforts of the screamer to pull free of those that tried to restrain him.
Halfway down the hall in his room, Duo Maxwell lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at the scream. He watched in amusement as nurses ran by in a flurry of white uniforms and worry, congregating around the disturbance. As soon as he heard the tell-tale clunks of the Head Nurse's shoes he knew the fight would be over soon. Whoever it was making all that noise would find himself spinning up towards lala-land on a cloud of tranquilizers.
Duo grinned. This he had to see. After the stern-faced nurse had passed with her formidable syringe loaded, Duo got up from his bed and crossed over to the door, leaning out like everyone else up and down the hall. Down at the north entrance, just a few steps into the actual wing, the flurry of excitement swarmed about the hapless screamer.
Suddenly, everything stopped. Except for the screams, which continued with renewed energy as the nurses and orderlies merely stared. The Head Nurse stumbled out from the circle, face contorted in a dark glare as she futilely tried to bat away the concerned ministrations of a junior nurse. The flails of the screamer had made the needle loaded with tranquilizers go nowhere except right into the Head Nurse's arm.
"Payback's a bitch," Duo muttered, trying to get a look at whomever the poor sap was still shrieking his head off. Whenever the guy calmed down, Duo'd have to congratulate him on the fantastic performance. Unless he was just whacked. Or drooled. Drooling was beyond nasty.
The screams abruptly ended.
Duo leaned further out into the hall, striving to get a good look at whoever it was down there. Some of the orderlies and nurses departed, muttering to themselves, leaving behind a distraught looking business man, complete with a briefcase. The man had his arm under a slightly figure, blond head rolled to one side, with a nurse hurriedly taking up the other side.
That little thing was the screamer? Why, he wasn't even a patient! Duo noted in disbelief. Unless he was a transfer... or just new. What a way to make an entrance.
Aided by the nurse and the suit-clad man, (the boy's father? Could be, although the deep tan skin and brown hair suggested those flaxen locks came from the mother, if that was the case) the boy weaved his way out of the hall and towards nurse's station, ending the show for those watching. Disappointed and vaguely miffed, Duo turned and went back to his book, lying abandoned on the bed.
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"Maxwell, get your feet off the wall."
"Bite me."
"No, thank you," the nurse replied with a hint of disgust. "I'm sorry, he's actually quite civil when he wants to be. Well, here's your room. I'm sure Maxwell will be most helpful to you and offer to show you around the ward --"
"Huh?" Duo tilted his head off the bed, staring at the doorway and the up-side down nurse standing there. Beside her, hovering nervously with a small suitcase clutched to him, was a boy. A small blond. "Well, I'll be damned!"
"Most likely, yes," the nurse said smoothly, with a warning in her eyes. Duo rolled over and lifted his head to see them both right-side up instead of up-side down. "Be nice, Maxwell."
Duo threw her a wink, "Aren't I always?"
"Well, Quatre, this is where I leave you. Are you sure you'll be okay?" a man, just outside of Duo's range of vision, asked. The boy nodded mutely in reply, and edged his way into the room without so much as a backwards glance.
The boy, Quatre, shot Duo a wary look and shuffled over to his bed, setting the suitcase atop the blankets. Duo stared in fascination that such a meek, quiet little thing could have produced the keening wails from earlier. And he was quite sure it was the same boy, unless there were two small blonds walking around in the same set of clothes.
"So your name's Quatre?"
The boy jumped, whirling to face Duo with widened eyes. Mute, Quatre only nodded and, eyes shyly fixed to his new roommate, turned back to opening his suitcase. Duo frowned, folding his legs beneath him as he sat upright. "Mine's Duo. What's the matter, can't you talk?"
"No," the boy said softly, "I can talk."
"Oh, good. 'cause it'd put a real damper on conversation if all you could do was scream, eh? Real impressive stunt you pulled. Do it often?"
"...I don't know what you're talking about," Quatre said, picking an armful of shirts from his suitcase.
Duo gestured to the dresser, "Bottom two can be yours. Don't touch my stuff unless you want to get knifed," he growled menacingly, and was rewarded by the boy turning white as milk, large turquoise eyes staring the casual smirk on Duo's face with evident horror.
The smirk spread into a warm grin, and Duo let out a sharp laugh, "Couldn't resist, man. You need to relax. I'm not going to start drooling and ranting about the aliens coming or the vegetable mafia, so stop looking like you think I'm about to flip."
"Sorry," Quatre said very softly, settling his shirts into the drawer and smoothing out the fabrics with a shaking hand. "I've never been here before," he confessed, stealing a terrified glance over Duo, who grinned like the Cheshire cat. He seemed to shrink within himself, kneeling there before the dresser, and trembles shook frail shoulders.
"How old are you?" Duo questioned, pulling his long chestnut braid over his shoulder and snapping off the rubber band holding it closed. Quickly, he ran his fingers through the waved locks, shaking free the plait, and then started to rebraid the silken mass.
Quatre looked up, clearly started, but seemed to relax a bit at the normalcy of the question. "Sixteen, as of yesterday."
"Happy Birthday!" Duo cheered, but the answering look of misery from the young boy's face stopped his celebrations. "Oh. Wow, sorry, man, sucky present to end up here. I'm seventeen, so, not that much older. 'course, there's no one over eighteen here! After that send you off to where all the real crazies. Aren't we the lucky ones, stuffed up here in the kiddy asylum!"
The boy turned away again, arranging the last of the shirts and going back to get another armful of clothes. This second bundle emptied the boy's suitcase of everything but a shoebox and a plastic bag of toiletries, which Quatre set in the top of the two drawer's Duo had allotted to him. The shoebox was lifted very carefully from the suitcase and Quatre seemed to hug it close before turning and setting it carefully on the nightstand. Blue-green eyes flashed quickly over to Duo, the anxiety swirling there unmistakable.
"Hey, I'm not going to snitch your stuff," Duo protesting, spreading his hands in supplication. "I swear, I'll leave your junk alone if you stay away from mine. So long as you don't got nothing dangerous. I'll get in trouble, too, if you're stashing away razors."
Quatre shook his head, blond locks dancing, and lifted the shoebox lid with reverent care. Setting the lid aside, he drew up a cream-colored teddy bear with dark brown paws and a thin black bow tied around its neck. Duo blinked amethyst eyes in surprise several times before letting out a peel of laughter that startled the boy. Quatre backed away hastily and tripped over the edge of carpet, sprawling unceremoniously to the floor with the bear still clutched tightly to him. Wide eyes stared up at Duo with a mixture of bewilderment, fear and apprehension.
"A stuffed animal at sixteen?" Duo scoffed, unaware he was being cruel. "I've seen crazier." He paused, then laughed without mirth, "I've been crazier."
Cautiously, Quatre gained his feet and edged around until he could reach the suitcase to close it. Without looking at Duo, he tucked the suitcase underneath the bed and sat gingerly on the mattress, fingers absently smoothing out wrinkles from the white comforter. "Don't laugh, please," he said in a very small voice, and the tone cut the smile off Duo's face more effectively then anger would have.
Awkward silence drifted between them before Duo grinned brightly once more, "Sorry, man. But it's funny, I was expecting some shrine to the green monkeys or a box full of broken bites of bone -- you know, some genuinely crazy shit. Instead, it's just a fluffy badger."
"Bear," Quatre correct in the same wounded tone, but daring to lift his eyes to look over at Duo. "He's a teddy bear."
"Does he have a name?" the older boy returned with perfect seriousness, face solemn for once. "He should have a name."
With a shy smile, the blond nodded. "Sandrock," he replied quietly, but with a bit of eagerness creeping into his voice. The boy turned slightly to face Duo, displaying the teddy bear. "But I call him Sandy for short," Quatre confided shyly, a faint pink color rising to his cheeks just before he looked away again, holding his bear close.
"That's a good name for him," Duo said with the same serious manner as before. "Is that all that was in your box?"
Abruptly, Quatre's face when carefully blank and the boy rose to set the lid firmly back on the shoebox. The boy's back remained to Duo for a long time and, after a minute or two, he saw the thin shoulders begin to shake with quiet sobs. Offering his roommate some privacy, Duo rolled across his bed so that his back was to the other side of the room. He reached across his nightstand and took up his book, reading the same paragraph three times before realizing the effort was futile.
"Hey, Quatre?" he called, rolling back and sitting upright with the same motion. "They showed you around the place yet? Not much to see, but at least you should find the bathrooms."
Back still to Duo, Quatre shook his head and gave a soft sniff, lifting an arm to use the sleeve as a means to scrub at damp cheeks. "No," he said in a tear-streaked voice.
"Well, come on. I got some friends I want you to meet, too."
Quatre turned slowly, head ducked low and Sandy raised before him like a shield. "Okay," the boy sniffed again, withdrawing in on himself with blond hair falling across his forehead like a wispy veil.
"Hey," Duo said at the door, turning with a grin. "Welcome to Hell"
The blonde's eyes widened in shock and Duo laughed, "Get it? Saint Helen's Psychiatric Hospital. Helen. Hel'. Hell! ...I'm so clever."
Quatre merely nodded, a faint trace of a smile on his face. As his roommate bounced out the door, the younger boy hesitantly followed, wondering just what kind of friends Duo had.
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Author's Notes: Uh. I don't know what happened. The idea just tackled me, beat me up and left me for dead. I know it's mean to start a fic the day before I leave for vacation, but...! Oh, well. I'll try to get as much posted as I can before I leave.
Curious about the pairings? You'll just have to wait. This is completely Alternate Universe, if you couldn't tell. Look forward to meeting Trowa in the next chapter!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (VioletNyteML@yahoo.com)
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