Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fly on Broken Wings ❯ Meeting a Friend ( Chapter 2 )
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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: 2.1K | Visits: 1.2K | 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: 2.1K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 3-12-04
(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Two: Meeting a Friend)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Meeting a Friend
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Duo watched Quatre's face as the boy took in the hospital wing's cheerful, albeit childish, decorations. A mingled look of fear and misery still occupied the boy's face, and he clutched the teddy bear close. "Like the décor?" Duo asked, affecting a posh accent, but the boy just looked over at him, perplexed. "Marvelous color palette, don't you think?" he pressed, determined to get something of a smile from Quatre. The walls, pristine and white, were adorned with murals every so often. "Service projects," Duo explained, gesturing to a particularly ornate rendering of a tree, each leaf containing a well-wishing from one of the painters. "Not exactly Rembrandt, but it's something to look at, at least."
The boy nodded mutely, shuffling along beside the older boy and taking everything in with wide eyes. Duo gave a jaunty wave to the nurse's station as they emerged from the hall and into the common room. Like spokes from a wheel, seven halls fanned out from the center of the compound. Four of the halls contained patient rooms, two for males and two for females, and the rest were for therapy and administration, the former being strictly off-limits to patients. The hub of the building was comprised of the cafeteria, library and the large, open common room, which contained little nests of rooms separated by only side walls or plexi-glass partitions.
"The cafeteria's through there," Duo explained, gesturing to a pair of double doors. "Library's just over there. They have a point system here, and it takes five points to get into the library, like that's any reward. Movie night's on Fridays, but it takes ten points to get in." The older boy turned, pointing to the closed doors of one of the therapy halls. "Through there is the video room, but they got a TV in here, too."
As he spoke, they turned a small corner and found the television in question, a rather large unit firmly affixed to the far wall. Couches and chairs, only half of which were occupied, sat arranged around in a seemingly random pattern. A few faces turned towards them as the two boys entered, but all except one soon lost interest and turned back to the game show in progress.
"Tro!" Duo called cheerily, waving enthusiastically despite the returned look of stoic reservation. The boy in question stood with a cat-like grace, weaving through the furniture before coming to a stop in front of Duo. Quatre gazed up at the taller boy with the same mix of apprehension and wide-eyed wonder.
"Trowa, this is my new roomie, Quatre."
Trowa nodded, looking at the younger boy with his one visible emerald eye, the other being obscured behind a long sweep of russet bangs. He wore a dark green turtleneck in the middle of summer, Quatre noted, but the ward seemed to be kept chilly thanks to a strong air conditioning. Faded, narrow jeans clung attractively to the older boy's long legs, and Quatre's fair cheeks colored as he took notice.
"Great," Duo said sarcastically, "two mutes. And I thought just the one was bad, eh Trowa? Where's Wufei?"
Trowa shook his head and looked expectantly across the open area, to the library doors.
"Of course. Damn, I don't think I got five points, either. It's almost dinner, I'll introduce you to him then, Quatre. ...Quatre?"
The small blond stood rigid in place, eyes impossibly wide and arms clutching the bear, Sandy, so tightly to his chest that the muscles trembled with the effort. Following the boy's unfocused stare, Duo saw a tall, distinguished man in a suit standing by the nurse's station talking to the same man who had dropped Quatre off so unceremoniously. Duo and Trowa both looked at the younger boy with wary concern, eyes meeting in a silent agreement.
"Quatre?" Duo tried again, reaching out and settling a hand one thin, quivering shoulder. He registered a brief surprised at how fragile the bones felt beneath his hand, but ran a judging eye over Quatre's thin frame and noticed the way his clothes draped over the bones. Anorexic, or just malnourished?
At the touch, Quatre jolted back to himself, turning wide, frightened eyes on Duo. For one brief moment, Duo saw a desperation wavering through the sorrow and fear in those turquoise eyes before Quatre turned and fled back the way they had come. He ran swiftly, like a frightened rabbit, startling the nurses and stopping the men's conversation.
"Hey!" Duo called after Quatre, exchanging another glance with Trowa before giving chase, the taller boy's strides easily outpacing him. A nurse caught Trowa's sleeve, but he easily jerked free of her grasp and kept going. With his name for causing trouble, they were quick to grab Duo and hold him, the on-duty nurse demanding answers.
"Hell if I know!" Duo growled back, putting up a struggle to keep the nurses from going after Quatre and Trowa.
"Was that my son?" one of the men asked, and Duo craned his head around to see the fair-headed man looking curiously down the hall. Quatre's father? Enough resemblance, even if the man lacked Quatre's soft, expressive features and slender build.
Down the hall, Quatre hesitated, eyes frantically scanning the room numbers until he found his own. Flinging himself into the room, he whirled and started to shut the door but found it blocked by Trowa. With a startled cry, Quatre released the door knob and stumbled back, knees catching the edge of the bed and causing him to sit heavily.
Trowa raised one finger to his lips and stepped inside, gently closing the door behind him but making no move to come any closer. Curling his knees up, Quatre hug his bear close with one arm and his legs with the other, a soft keening wail coming from the back of his throat. If the noise surprised or annoyed Trowa there was no sign of it as the stoic boy stood there, head leaned back against the door as he listened attentively to the hall beyond.
"I don't think anyone's coming," Trowa said softly, and the sound of the boy's quiet, gentle voice broke Quatre's reverie. "Are you going to be all right?"
Slowly, Quatre released the white-knuckled grip on his knees and looked up at the taller boy, who remained standing against the door. Blond hair danced as he nodded his head reluctantly, not meeting Trowa's concerned gaze.
With a slight nod, Trowa started to turn away as if to leave. "Wait," Quatre implored, voice thick with unshed tears, "don't go."
The boy turned back, one eyebrow raised in question as he looked to the bed. Nodding, Quatre gestured faintly to the empty space beside him. Trowa crossed the small room and sat carefully, turning towards the younger boy with an expression that Quatre immediate read as questioning concern. Before he could say anything, however, Trowa looked abashed and spoke, "What's wrong?"
He thinks I can't understand him unless he speaks, Quatre realized.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Trowa tried again in the same gentle tone, speaking slowly and carefully.
Quatre hesitated, not wanting to seem ungrateful for the boy's concern. The fear that had gripped him so completely seemed a distant memory here in the relative safety of his room. He let his eyes wander over the crumpled sheets and disordered mess of Duo's side of the small room, noting with some alarm a half-eaten candy bar on the nightstand. Do we have an outside wall? Quatre wondered, looking at the solid wall Duo's bed was pressed up against. A rectangular patch of wall looked newer then the surrounding area; had there originally been a window?
"It's okay if you don't want to," Trowa said stiffly, and Quatre quickly turned his attention back the boy with an apologetic smile. Surprised by the sudden smile, Trowa simply watched Quatre for a moment or two, uncertain what action to take next.
They both started at the sudden sound of footsteps in the hall, and Quatre froze as he heard the unmistakable lilt of his father's voice. A high whine stuck in his throat and the boy looked desperately around the small room for an escape route. The sounds stopped just before the door and, abruptly, it flew open and bounced off the wall.
"--myself!" Duo snarled, stumbling into the room and whirling to face the pair of orderlies who had been escorting him.
Hovering out in the hall, Quatre's father caught sight of his son and scowled, "There you are."
Trowa looked over with concern as Quatre suddenly went completely blank -- not even fear registered in that dull, glassy stare. Turning back to the two on the bed, Duo glanced at Quatre's face and exchanged looks with Trowa. The taller boy gave a slight lift of one shoulder and nodded his toward the man out in the hall.
The man who had dropped Quatre off looked nervous and kept adjusting his tie. Now that Duo saw him up close, he could see the unmistakable Arabian tilt to the eyes. He was looking at Quatre with concern and what seemed to be genuine affection. In sharp contrast, the other man's eyes held no warmth, and his mouth pulled down at the corners, as if he did not smile much at all.
Quatre's father came forward and fixed the small boy with a disdainful glare, "I see you brought that insufferable stuffed animal of yours, even when I gave certain instructions that it was to be left behind."
Quatre made no response, but his arms flinched, clutching Sandy closer to his chest. He stared at a spot on the wall somewhere just over his father's head, eyes and face carefully blank.
"Pity, I was hoping they would confiscate it from you. Your roommate seems unstable, I believe I'll talk to the doctors again about getting you a private room. Although, the experience may give you some character. That clinic was too soft on you. You won't find any coddling here, Quatre. See that you don't embarrass me anymore then you already do, hm?" the man raised one gold eyebrow before turning and walking out without so much as a goodbye.
The other man hesitated, "Your sisters want to come visit. I'll ask the nurses when visiting days are before we leave. ...Quatre?" the man asked, then waited until it became clear Quatre was not going to acknowledge him. "Take care," he said awkwardly before leaving.
Trowa stood and set a cautious hand on Quatre's shoulder, feeling the tensed muscles beneath the thin shirt. He nodded briefly to Duo before walking away, hands in his back pockets and head lowered to send those long bangs sweeping even more over his face. Blinking slowly, Quatre let out a sigh that twitched more towards a whimper and fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
For some reason, he found himself missing the stoic boy's presence. 'I'm all alone here,' he realized, rolling on to his side and curling one knee to his chest. 'Just Sandy for company.' At that thought, he clutched the bear tighter to him, burying his face in the soft fur.
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Author's Notes: Okay, I think I have enough for one more chapter. I'm suppose to be packing right now... >_> hehe.
What's wrong with the boys? And what about Wufei? You'll find out in the next chapter!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
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(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Two: Meeting a Friend)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Meeting a Friend
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Duo watched Quatre's face as the boy took in the hospital wing's cheerful, albeit childish, decorations. A mingled look of fear and misery still occupied the boy's face, and he clutched the teddy bear close. "Like the décor?" Duo asked, affecting a posh accent, but the boy just looked over at him, perplexed. "Marvelous color palette, don't you think?" he pressed, determined to get something of a smile from Quatre. The walls, pristine and white, were adorned with murals every so often. "Service projects," Duo explained, gesturing to a particularly ornate rendering of a tree, each leaf containing a well-wishing from one of the painters. "Not exactly Rembrandt, but it's something to look at, at least."
The boy nodded mutely, shuffling along beside the older boy and taking everything in with wide eyes. Duo gave a jaunty wave to the nurse's station as they emerged from the hall and into the common room. Like spokes from a wheel, seven halls fanned out from the center of the compound. Four of the halls contained patient rooms, two for males and two for females, and the rest were for therapy and administration, the former being strictly off-limits to patients. The hub of the building was comprised of the cafeteria, library and the large, open common room, which contained little nests of rooms separated by only side walls or plexi-glass partitions.
"The cafeteria's through there," Duo explained, gesturing to a pair of double doors. "Library's just over there. They have a point system here, and it takes five points to get into the library, like that's any reward. Movie night's on Fridays, but it takes ten points to get in." The older boy turned, pointing to the closed doors of one of the therapy halls. "Through there is the video room, but they got a TV in here, too."
As he spoke, they turned a small corner and found the television in question, a rather large unit firmly affixed to the far wall. Couches and chairs, only half of which were occupied, sat arranged around in a seemingly random pattern. A few faces turned towards them as the two boys entered, but all except one soon lost interest and turned back to the game show in progress.
"Tro!" Duo called cheerily, waving enthusiastically despite the returned look of stoic reservation. The boy in question stood with a cat-like grace, weaving through the furniture before coming to a stop in front of Duo. Quatre gazed up at the taller boy with the same mix of apprehension and wide-eyed wonder.
"Trowa, this is my new roomie, Quatre."
Trowa nodded, looking at the younger boy with his one visible emerald eye, the other being obscured behind a long sweep of russet bangs. He wore a dark green turtleneck in the middle of summer, Quatre noted, but the ward seemed to be kept chilly thanks to a strong air conditioning. Faded, narrow jeans clung attractively to the older boy's long legs, and Quatre's fair cheeks colored as he took notice.
"Great," Duo said sarcastically, "two mutes. And I thought just the one was bad, eh Trowa? Where's Wufei?"
Trowa shook his head and looked expectantly across the open area, to the library doors.
"Of course. Damn, I don't think I got five points, either. It's almost dinner, I'll introduce you to him then, Quatre. ...Quatre?"
The small blond stood rigid in place, eyes impossibly wide and arms clutching the bear, Sandy, so tightly to his chest that the muscles trembled with the effort. Following the boy's unfocused stare, Duo saw a tall, distinguished man in a suit standing by the nurse's station talking to the same man who had dropped Quatre off so unceremoniously. Duo and Trowa both looked at the younger boy with wary concern, eyes meeting in a silent agreement.
"Quatre?" Duo tried again, reaching out and settling a hand one thin, quivering shoulder. He registered a brief surprised at how fragile the bones felt beneath his hand, but ran a judging eye over Quatre's thin frame and noticed the way his clothes draped over the bones. Anorexic, or just malnourished?
At the touch, Quatre jolted back to himself, turning wide, frightened eyes on Duo. For one brief moment, Duo saw a desperation wavering through the sorrow and fear in those turquoise eyes before Quatre turned and fled back the way they had come. He ran swiftly, like a frightened rabbit, startling the nurses and stopping the men's conversation.
"Hey!" Duo called after Quatre, exchanging another glance with Trowa before giving chase, the taller boy's strides easily outpacing him. A nurse caught Trowa's sleeve, but he easily jerked free of her grasp and kept going. With his name for causing trouble, they were quick to grab Duo and hold him, the on-duty nurse demanding answers.
"Hell if I know!" Duo growled back, putting up a struggle to keep the nurses from going after Quatre and Trowa.
"Was that my son?" one of the men asked, and Duo craned his head around to see the fair-headed man looking curiously down the hall. Quatre's father? Enough resemblance, even if the man lacked Quatre's soft, expressive features and slender build.
Down the hall, Quatre hesitated, eyes frantically scanning the room numbers until he found his own. Flinging himself into the room, he whirled and started to shut the door but found it blocked by Trowa. With a startled cry, Quatre released the door knob and stumbled back, knees catching the edge of the bed and causing him to sit heavily.
Trowa raised one finger to his lips and stepped inside, gently closing the door behind him but making no move to come any closer. Curling his knees up, Quatre hug his bear close with one arm and his legs with the other, a soft keening wail coming from the back of his throat. If the noise surprised or annoyed Trowa there was no sign of it as the stoic boy stood there, head leaned back against the door as he listened attentively to the hall beyond.
"I don't think anyone's coming," Trowa said softly, and the sound of the boy's quiet, gentle voice broke Quatre's reverie. "Are you going to be all right?"
Slowly, Quatre released the white-knuckled grip on his knees and looked up at the taller boy, who remained standing against the door. Blond hair danced as he nodded his head reluctantly, not meeting Trowa's concerned gaze.
With a slight nod, Trowa started to turn away as if to leave. "Wait," Quatre implored, voice thick with unshed tears, "don't go."
The boy turned back, one eyebrow raised in question as he looked to the bed. Nodding, Quatre gestured faintly to the empty space beside him. Trowa crossed the small room and sat carefully, turning towards the younger boy with an expression that Quatre immediate read as questioning concern. Before he could say anything, however, Trowa looked abashed and spoke, "What's wrong?"
He thinks I can't understand him unless he speaks, Quatre realized.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Trowa tried again in the same gentle tone, speaking slowly and carefully.
Quatre hesitated, not wanting to seem ungrateful for the boy's concern. The fear that had gripped him so completely seemed a distant memory here in the relative safety of his room. He let his eyes wander over the crumpled sheets and disordered mess of Duo's side of the small room, noting with some alarm a half-eaten candy bar on the nightstand. Do we have an outside wall? Quatre wondered, looking at the solid wall Duo's bed was pressed up against. A rectangular patch of wall looked newer then the surrounding area; had there originally been a window?
"It's okay if you don't want to," Trowa said stiffly, and Quatre quickly turned his attention back the boy with an apologetic smile. Surprised by the sudden smile, Trowa simply watched Quatre for a moment or two, uncertain what action to take next.
They both started at the sudden sound of footsteps in the hall, and Quatre froze as he heard the unmistakable lilt of his father's voice. A high whine stuck in his throat and the boy looked desperately around the small room for an escape route. The sounds stopped just before the door and, abruptly, it flew open and bounced off the wall.
"--myself!" Duo snarled, stumbling into the room and whirling to face the pair of orderlies who had been escorting him.
Hovering out in the hall, Quatre's father caught sight of his son and scowled, "There you are."
Trowa looked over with concern as Quatre suddenly went completely blank -- not even fear registered in that dull, glassy stare. Turning back to the two on the bed, Duo glanced at Quatre's face and exchanged looks with Trowa. The taller boy gave a slight lift of one shoulder and nodded his toward the man out in the hall.
The man who had dropped Quatre off looked nervous and kept adjusting his tie. Now that Duo saw him up close, he could see the unmistakable Arabian tilt to the eyes. He was looking at Quatre with concern and what seemed to be genuine affection. In sharp contrast, the other man's eyes held no warmth, and his mouth pulled down at the corners, as if he did not smile much at all.
Quatre's father came forward and fixed the small boy with a disdainful glare, "I see you brought that insufferable stuffed animal of yours, even when I gave certain instructions that it was to be left behind."
Quatre made no response, but his arms flinched, clutching Sandy closer to his chest. He stared at a spot on the wall somewhere just over his father's head, eyes and face carefully blank.
"Pity, I was hoping they would confiscate it from you. Your roommate seems unstable, I believe I'll talk to the doctors again about getting you a private room. Although, the experience may give you some character. That clinic was too soft on you. You won't find any coddling here, Quatre. See that you don't embarrass me anymore then you already do, hm?" the man raised one gold eyebrow before turning and walking out without so much as a goodbye.
The other man hesitated, "Your sisters want to come visit. I'll ask the nurses when visiting days are before we leave. ...Quatre?" the man asked, then waited until it became clear Quatre was not going to acknowledge him. "Take care," he said awkwardly before leaving.
Trowa stood and set a cautious hand on Quatre's shoulder, feeling the tensed muscles beneath the thin shirt. He nodded briefly to Duo before walking away, hands in his back pockets and head lowered to send those long bangs sweeping even more over his face. Blinking slowly, Quatre let out a sigh that twitched more towards a whimper and fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
For some reason, he found himself missing the stoic boy's presence. 'I'm all alone here,' he realized, rolling on to his side and curling one knee to his chest. 'Just Sandy for company.' At that thought, he clutched the bear tighter to him, burying his face in the soft fur.
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Author's Notes: Okay, I think I have enough for one more chapter. I'm suppose to be packing right now... >_> hehe.
What's wrong with the boys? And what about Wufei? You'll find out 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)
shameless plug - visit my website
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