Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fly on Broken Wings ❯ Dinner for Six ( Chapter 3 )
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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: 2.3K | Visits: 1.1K | 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: 2.3K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 3-24-04
(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Three: Dinner for Six)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Dinner for Six
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"Well. Your dad seems quite the bastard," Duo remarked brightly, the springs of his bed squeaking as the boy threw himself on it. Bouncing once before sprawling out, he rested, chin in hand, and watched Quatre's quivering form.
The blond rose up slightly, staring at Duo in surprise.
"You okay now?" Duo asked, brows dipping in momentary concern before smoothing back out to a wolfish grin. "You should have started screaming again. Just really messed with your dad's head, ya know? Does he always act like he has a stick up his ass?"
Quatre gave a ghost of a smile and shook his head, but the action seemed to merely dismiss Duo's question rather than answer it.
"What's the matter, did Trowa convert you to silence? Come on, talk. 'Cause we got fuck else to do here until dinner."
"What's wrong with him?" Quatre asked softly.
"Trowa? Depression. He's been in and out of these places for the past four or fives years. They'll medicate him back to what they think is normal, then send him home to his sister. It never lasts. He showed up here after slashing his wrists back to the bone. I've known him for about six months now, and he's never said a word to me. Or anyone else, for that matter."
The younger boy's eyes widened as he sat upright on the bed, "But..." Quatre hesitated, frowning with confusion.
"Not even his sister. She comes every week and he just sits there watching her. Doesn't even smile. I think they've been throwing around theories that he has a personality disorder, but I don't think that's the case. I can carry out a conversation with him pretty easy. It's not very hard, you just have to try. Did you get along okay?"
Quatre nodded, still trying to work out his confusion. Trowa had talked to him so casually, and the boy hadn't said anything to anyone in so long? Why him?
"That's good. He's a nice guy. So," Duo said, leaning forward with a wide grin across his face. Looking at his roommate carefully, Quatre could see dark circles under the boy's bright eyes. Chestnut bangs framed a pixie-like face with a wide, full mouth that never seemed to stop smiling, and the long braid snaked down over a slender column of pale throat. The all-black outfit set off the pallor of the boy's skin with startling affect, and lending him a somber note that only lasted until one noticed the impish grin. "What are you in for?"
"Me?" Quatre said with evident surprise, recoiling back and holding Sandy closer. "What do you mean?" he asked, heart racing madly in his chest.
"You don't have to say if you don't want to. Here, I'll start," Duo said eagerly, refolding himself into a more comfortable position. "My name is Duo Maxwell and I'm bi."
"Polar?"
"That, too!"
A soft blush rose to Quatre's cheeks, "Oh."
Duo tilted his head to one side, "You don't have a problem with that, do you? Don't worry, I won't jump you in your sleep." He paused for effect, looking thoughtful, "Unless you want me to, that is..."
"No," Quatre said quickly, then blushed a furious shade of red. "It's not a problem at all, but... I..."
"Am I not your type?" Duo pouted, batting his eye lashes coyly.
"Can we just be friends?" Quatre pleaded, feeling panic pressing up against him from all sides.
Something of it must of shown on his face, for Duo instantly dropped the teasing and offered a reassuring smile. "Really, don't worry about it. I already have someone." The smile changed, softening, as Duo looked down at his hands and, following the boy's gaze, Quatre saw the silver bands on both his roommate's ring fingers. When he spoke again, Duo's voice was husky, "Maybe you'll get to meet him."
Silence stretched between them, and Quatre shifted uncomfortably at the sudden change in Duo's demeanor. "They don't know what I have, exactly," he offered abruptly. "I don't know, either. Anxiety, mostly. And..." he let the rest fade off, shrugging thin shoulders.
"Do you scream like that often?" Duo asked brightly, once again all smiles and cheer.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Quatre insisted, refusing to meet Duo's eye. "Who is Wufei?"
His roommate raised an eyebrow at the change of subject, but made no comment. "Wufei's my friend," he said slowly with a Cheshire-cat grin. "You'll meet him at dinner, if he shows up. He's been here a little longer then Trowa. Almost a year, I think. I can't remember exactly."
"How long have you been here?"
"Here or hospitals in general?" Duo shot back, but didn't wait for an answer. "Let's see, two years ago I got sent to a school for troubled youth, that's where I met Heero. After four months there they sent me to a clinic for a few weeks, then I got sent here. I went back to the school after a couple of months, but came back here about a month before Wufei showed up. I ran away three months ago, but that didn't even last a week. Been here ever since. That answer your question?" Duo tilted his head to one side and grinned, the expression sending a small shiver down Quatre's spine.
Before Quatre could dwell on it, however, a soft chime sounded out in the hall. "Dinner!" Duo chirped, jumping off the bed.
Quatre scrambled to his feet and followed the boy out the door. "How old is Trowa?" he asked, hurrying to match Duo's brisk pace.
"Seventeen. Wufei's sixteen, like you. Trieze is nineteen, and Meiran's fifteen."
"Who?" Quatre asked, frantically trying to think if Duo had mentioned these people earlier.
Duo slowed his stride and looked over at the shorter blond. "There's something you have to know about Wufei. He's got multiple personalities."
Unable to help himself, Quatre stopped walking and just stared at Duo in amazement. "Split personalities? I didn't know that was real. I heard it was just something people made up."
"You'll think different once you meet them. Don't mention it to Wufei, though. He thinks they're separate people."
"What?" Quatre reached out and snagged the boy's sleeve, preventing him from walking away. "He doesn't know he has split personalities? How is that possible?"
"It just is. To him, Meiran is as real as you or me. Trieze, too. The doctors want to try and make him realize the truth but... You'll understand once you meet them. I trust you, Quatre. You have a good heart, just remember they really are different people. They just share one body, that's all."
Duo started walking again, and Quatre followed numbly. 'He trusts me?' He repeated the words over and over until tears pricked at the edge of his vision. The young boy wasn't sure why Duo's trust meant so much to him, but it made him steel himself for whatever this Wufei turned out to be like.
The double doors that had been closed earlier were now open, and a steady stream of patients were shuffling in. Duo led Quatre through the crowd and into the line, picking up two damp trays from the stack. "Looks like they're calling it meat balls and noodles today. I hope you like rubber and glue, because that's what it tastes like."
Quatre eyed the lumpy brown mass that the food server so unceremonious scooped on to his plate but said nothing. Duo seemed to do enough talking for the both of them. "Want some bread? Weevil free on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays! And we're in luck, today's Monday. I'm going to get chocolate milk, I think. And green jello. Give me green jello, or give me a sharp object! Ooh, maybe I want blue instead. I had blue yesterday, though. Ready? Come on, my table's over this way."
They carried their trays over to the farthest wall from the doors, and Quatre immediately spotted Trowa sitting across from a young Chinese boy wearing thin wire-framed glasses. The boy had long, shiny black hair that was pulled back in a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to float around dignified features. The plastic fork danced as the boy waved it in the air to emphasis whatever he was saying; the words did not become clear until they drew closer.
"...and he's stolen my second-best slippers again. I can't imagine where they've been hidden away."
"Probably in the cook pot," Duo said, sitting next to the boy, who Quatre assumed to be Wufei. "Have a seat," he ordered to Quatre, pointing to the empty chair next to Trowa.
The older boy looked up at the blond and gave a small smile of recognition, scooting his tray over to make room for Quatre's as he sat. Nodding a quick hello, Trowa frowned in concern and gestured slightly with one hand.
Aware of Duo and Wufei's eyes on him, Quatre hesitated for only a quick moment before answering with a slight smile of his own. "I'm feeling much better, thank you," he said carefully, watching for the reaction. Trowa nodded with another trace of a smile, turning his attention back to Wufei. By the looks on Duo's and the Chinese boy's faces, Quatre had done something right.
"Quatre, this is Wufei. You've already met Trowa. Wufei, Quatre's my new roommate, so play nice."
"Don't I always?" Wufei snapped in reply, applying his fork to the unappealing mass on his plate.
"He's a real charmer," Duo explained with a grin, tweaking Wufei's ear.
The boy scowled darkly, "You want to lose that hand, Maxwell?"
"A complete doll," Duo assured with a wink, which did not go unnoticed by the Chinese boy.
Scowling darkly, Wufei pointed to the grey lumps on Duo's plate with his fork, "Eat, Maxwell." The other boy stuck out his tongue in reply, but applied himself to shoveling in food all the same. That matter settled, Wufei turned sharp, intelligent eyes on the quiet blond, who sat there watching with a dazed expression. "You, too. It looks worse than it tastes, I promise."
Struck by the boy's suddenly light tone, Quatre hastily dropped his eyes to his plate and poked at the unappealing mass. So far, Wufei seemed normal. Actually, they all did. He risked to glance up and observed his companions shyly as he lifted a forkful to his mouth. True enough, it did taste marginally better then appearance suggested.
Watching his new friends, Quatre wondered if he was the only crazy one among them. Trowa's eyes followed the conversation, and occasionally Duo or Wufei directed a question to him. The answers were always nonverbal, either by nods or gestures, and his two friends seemed to easily understand him, even with some of the gestures resembled no sign language he knew. Still, Quatre held the knowledge that Trowa had, however briefly, talked to him, and that thought drew his secreted glances over to the tall boy beside him.
As if having sensed his thoughts, Trowa looked over and raised one eyebrow, a question in his eyes. It took Quatre a minute to recover from shock, and it was only when he saw Wufei taking Duo's tray that he realized what the question was. "Oh, yes, I'm done," he said quickly, letting Trowa take his tray. The two boys went off, and Quatre found himself alone with his roommate.
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Author's Notes: Sorry about that, right after I posted that chapter I quite literally walked out the door and I just now got back. Good news is I didn't neglect my writing on the trip, and I have a whole notebook of story to type! I'm staying home tomorrow to rest, relax, unpack and type. I hope you're enjoying the story!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
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(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Three: Dinner for Six)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Dinner for Six
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"Well. Your dad seems quite the bastard," Duo remarked brightly, the springs of his bed squeaking as the boy threw himself on it. Bouncing once before sprawling out, he rested, chin in hand, and watched Quatre's quivering form.
The blond rose up slightly, staring at Duo in surprise.
"You okay now?" Duo asked, brows dipping in momentary concern before smoothing back out to a wolfish grin. "You should have started screaming again. Just really messed with your dad's head, ya know? Does he always act like he has a stick up his ass?"
Quatre gave a ghost of a smile and shook his head, but the action seemed to merely dismiss Duo's question rather than answer it.
"What's the matter, did Trowa convert you to silence? Come on, talk. 'Cause we got fuck else to do here until dinner."
"What's wrong with him?" Quatre asked softly.
"Trowa? Depression. He's been in and out of these places for the past four or fives years. They'll medicate him back to what they think is normal, then send him home to his sister. It never lasts. He showed up here after slashing his wrists back to the bone. I've known him for about six months now, and he's never said a word to me. Or anyone else, for that matter."
The younger boy's eyes widened as he sat upright on the bed, "But..." Quatre hesitated, frowning with confusion.
"Not even his sister. She comes every week and he just sits there watching her. Doesn't even smile. I think they've been throwing around theories that he has a personality disorder, but I don't think that's the case. I can carry out a conversation with him pretty easy. It's not very hard, you just have to try. Did you get along okay?"
Quatre nodded, still trying to work out his confusion. Trowa had talked to him so casually, and the boy hadn't said anything to anyone in so long? Why him?
"That's good. He's a nice guy. So," Duo said, leaning forward with a wide grin across his face. Looking at his roommate carefully, Quatre could see dark circles under the boy's bright eyes. Chestnut bangs framed a pixie-like face with a wide, full mouth that never seemed to stop smiling, and the long braid snaked down over a slender column of pale throat. The all-black outfit set off the pallor of the boy's skin with startling affect, and lending him a somber note that only lasted until one noticed the impish grin. "What are you in for?"
"Me?" Quatre said with evident surprise, recoiling back and holding Sandy closer. "What do you mean?" he asked, heart racing madly in his chest.
"You don't have to say if you don't want to. Here, I'll start," Duo said eagerly, refolding himself into a more comfortable position. "My name is Duo Maxwell and I'm bi."
"Polar?"
"That, too!"
A soft blush rose to Quatre's cheeks, "Oh."
Duo tilted his head to one side, "You don't have a problem with that, do you? Don't worry, I won't jump you in your sleep." He paused for effect, looking thoughtful, "Unless you want me to, that is..."
"No," Quatre said quickly, then blushed a furious shade of red. "It's not a problem at all, but... I..."
"Am I not your type?" Duo pouted, batting his eye lashes coyly.
"Can we just be friends?" Quatre pleaded, feeling panic pressing up against him from all sides.
Something of it must of shown on his face, for Duo instantly dropped the teasing and offered a reassuring smile. "Really, don't worry about it. I already have someone." The smile changed, softening, as Duo looked down at his hands and, following the boy's gaze, Quatre saw the silver bands on both his roommate's ring fingers. When he spoke again, Duo's voice was husky, "Maybe you'll get to meet him."
Silence stretched between them, and Quatre shifted uncomfortably at the sudden change in Duo's demeanor. "They don't know what I have, exactly," he offered abruptly. "I don't know, either. Anxiety, mostly. And..." he let the rest fade off, shrugging thin shoulders.
"Do you scream like that often?" Duo asked brightly, once again all smiles and cheer.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Quatre insisted, refusing to meet Duo's eye. "Who is Wufei?"
His roommate raised an eyebrow at the change of subject, but made no comment. "Wufei's my friend," he said slowly with a Cheshire-cat grin. "You'll meet him at dinner, if he shows up. He's been here a little longer then Trowa. Almost a year, I think. I can't remember exactly."
"How long have you been here?"
"Here or hospitals in general?" Duo shot back, but didn't wait for an answer. "Let's see, two years ago I got sent to a school for troubled youth, that's where I met Heero. After four months there they sent me to a clinic for a few weeks, then I got sent here. I went back to the school after a couple of months, but came back here about a month before Wufei showed up. I ran away three months ago, but that didn't even last a week. Been here ever since. That answer your question?" Duo tilted his head to one side and grinned, the expression sending a small shiver down Quatre's spine.
Before Quatre could dwell on it, however, a soft chime sounded out in the hall. "Dinner!" Duo chirped, jumping off the bed.
Quatre scrambled to his feet and followed the boy out the door. "How old is Trowa?" he asked, hurrying to match Duo's brisk pace.
"Seventeen. Wufei's sixteen, like you. Trieze is nineteen, and Meiran's fifteen."
"Who?" Quatre asked, frantically trying to think if Duo had mentioned these people earlier.
Duo slowed his stride and looked over at the shorter blond. "There's something you have to know about Wufei. He's got multiple personalities."
Unable to help himself, Quatre stopped walking and just stared at Duo in amazement. "Split personalities? I didn't know that was real. I heard it was just something people made up."
"You'll think different once you meet them. Don't mention it to Wufei, though. He thinks they're separate people."
"What?" Quatre reached out and snagged the boy's sleeve, preventing him from walking away. "He doesn't know he has split personalities? How is that possible?"
"It just is. To him, Meiran is as real as you or me. Trieze, too. The doctors want to try and make him realize the truth but... You'll understand once you meet them. I trust you, Quatre. You have a good heart, just remember they really are different people. They just share one body, that's all."
Duo started walking again, and Quatre followed numbly. 'He trusts me?' He repeated the words over and over until tears pricked at the edge of his vision. The young boy wasn't sure why Duo's trust meant so much to him, but it made him steel himself for whatever this Wufei turned out to be like.
The double doors that had been closed earlier were now open, and a steady stream of patients were shuffling in. Duo led Quatre through the crowd and into the line, picking up two damp trays from the stack. "Looks like they're calling it meat balls and noodles today. I hope you like rubber and glue, because that's what it tastes like."
Quatre eyed the lumpy brown mass that the food server so unceremonious scooped on to his plate but said nothing. Duo seemed to do enough talking for the both of them. "Want some bread? Weevil free on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays! And we're in luck, today's Monday. I'm going to get chocolate milk, I think. And green jello. Give me green jello, or give me a sharp object! Ooh, maybe I want blue instead. I had blue yesterday, though. Ready? Come on, my table's over this way."
They carried their trays over to the farthest wall from the doors, and Quatre immediately spotted Trowa sitting across from a young Chinese boy wearing thin wire-framed glasses. The boy had long, shiny black hair that was pulled back in a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to float around dignified features. The plastic fork danced as the boy waved it in the air to emphasis whatever he was saying; the words did not become clear until they drew closer.
"...and he's stolen my second-best slippers again. I can't imagine where they've been hidden away."
"Probably in the cook pot," Duo said, sitting next to the boy, who Quatre assumed to be Wufei. "Have a seat," he ordered to Quatre, pointing to the empty chair next to Trowa.
The older boy looked up at the blond and gave a small smile of recognition, scooting his tray over to make room for Quatre's as he sat. Nodding a quick hello, Trowa frowned in concern and gestured slightly with one hand.
Aware of Duo and Wufei's eyes on him, Quatre hesitated for only a quick moment before answering with a slight smile of his own. "I'm feeling much better, thank you," he said carefully, watching for the reaction. Trowa nodded with another trace of a smile, turning his attention back to Wufei. By the looks on Duo's and the Chinese boy's faces, Quatre had done something right.
"Quatre, this is Wufei. You've already met Trowa. Wufei, Quatre's my new roommate, so play nice."
"Don't I always?" Wufei snapped in reply, applying his fork to the unappealing mass on his plate.
"He's a real charmer," Duo explained with a grin, tweaking Wufei's ear.
The boy scowled darkly, "You want to lose that hand, Maxwell?"
"A complete doll," Duo assured with a wink, which did not go unnoticed by the Chinese boy.
Scowling darkly, Wufei pointed to the grey lumps on Duo's plate with his fork, "Eat, Maxwell." The other boy stuck out his tongue in reply, but applied himself to shoveling in food all the same. That matter settled, Wufei turned sharp, intelligent eyes on the quiet blond, who sat there watching with a dazed expression. "You, too. It looks worse than it tastes, I promise."
Struck by the boy's suddenly light tone, Quatre hastily dropped his eyes to his plate and poked at the unappealing mass. So far, Wufei seemed normal. Actually, they all did. He risked to glance up and observed his companions shyly as he lifted a forkful to his mouth. True enough, it did taste marginally better then appearance suggested.
Watching his new friends, Quatre wondered if he was the only crazy one among them. Trowa's eyes followed the conversation, and occasionally Duo or Wufei directed a question to him. The answers were always nonverbal, either by nods or gestures, and his two friends seemed to easily understand him, even with some of the gestures resembled no sign language he knew. Still, Quatre held the knowledge that Trowa had, however briefly, talked to him, and that thought drew his secreted glances over to the tall boy beside him.
As if having sensed his thoughts, Trowa looked over and raised one eyebrow, a question in his eyes. It took Quatre a minute to recover from shock, and it was only when he saw Wufei taking Duo's tray that he realized what the question was. "Oh, yes, I'm done," he said quickly, letting Trowa take his tray. The two boys went off, and Quatre found himself alone with his roommate.
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Author's Notes: Sorry about that, right after I posted that chapter I quite literally walked out the door and I just now got back. Good news is I didn't neglect my writing on the trip, and I have a whole notebook of story to type! I'm staying home tomorrow to rest, relax, unpack and type. I hope you're enjoying the story!
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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