Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fly on Broken Wings ❯ Descending ( Chapter 4 )
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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 // 3-25-04
(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Four: Descending)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Descending
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Duo favored him with a wild grin, leaning forward on his elbows. "What do you think? Sane as a nun, ain't it?"
"...what?"
"Wufei. Doesn't seem like he belongs here, hm?"
"I suppose," Quatre muttered, feeling the heat of a blush on his face. Were his thoughts so easily read, or had Duo come to the same conclusion long ago?
"Just wait," his roommate murmured, looking off into the cafeteria. Turning, Quatre searched for a few moments before he saw the object of Duo's focus. Wufei and Trowa stood in line, trays at hand. As they watched, the two stepped forward and set the trays on top of the stack after first dumping off the contents. For some reason, Duo's grin widened, "Watch! See? Look at him carefully."
Wufei turned to look behind him with a confused frown. He raised a hand and brushed out the tie holding his hair back. The glossy black locks fell forward to sweep lightly across the nape of his neck and, with the same distracted motions, Wufei produced a second tie from his pocket. Trowa glanced over and took Wufei's arm, pulling the dazed boy aside before he got lost in the small crowd.
"What's wrong?" whispered Quatre, even though the two boys couldn't possibly overhear him.
"Meiran, probably. Trieze usually leaves the hair alone," Duo explained, gesturing and, if on cue, Wufei reached back and captured the dark tresses into twin bundles. With the same fluid, trance-like motions, the boy slipped off his glasses and tucked them away into a pocket.
Quatre watched in amazement at the transformation that came over the Chinese boy; in mere seconds, the boy's face lit up into a completely new expression, one of intelligence, still, but of a different sort. A sly, cunning smile twisted the usually stern features, creating an overall impression that popped the word 'vixen' into Quatre's mind.
Quatre alternated between staring and desperately trying to hide his gaze as the two boys returned. He cast a desperate glance to Duo, only to find his roommate grinning back with an enthusiasm Quatre did not feel through the building panic.
"Duo!" Wufei called cheerfully, flouncing down into the seat. That was disturbing enough, that the seemingly reserved Wufei could flounce anywhere, but the next words stopped Quatre's blood cold. "Where's Wufei? Did I just miss him?"
Only Trowa saw the sudden look of panic on the small blond's face. He wondered if Duo had given the boy any preparation. Knowing Duo, he was getting a kick out of shocking Quatre. All of the looked at the younger boy, however, when he jerked to his feet, chair skittering backwards. Trowa shot Duo a dark look of accusation, but the startled look that was returned dim Trowa's suspicions. Being told and seeing it happen were two different things, after all.
"Who are you?" Wufei -- was it even Wufei anymore? -- demanded, dark eyes flicking over Quatre's face. He stuck out his hand, "I'm Meiran."
"Meiran," Quatre repeated, voice sounding unnaturally shrill even to his own ears. Calmly, Trowa set a hand on Quatre's shoulder, and he jerked his head up at the older boy so suddenly that spots danced in front of his eyes.
'I trust you,' Duo had said.
With effort, Quatre pushed the panic away. "Meiran," he said again, in a far more normal tone. "I'm Quatre."
"Charmed," Meiran said lightly, smiling prettily, but her eyes spoke of wisdom, the vixen concealed but ready to emerge if the need called. Her eyes seemed to analyze every inch of Quatre, just as sharp and intelligent as Wufei's. Meiran cocked her head to one side, looking up at Trowa. "Hello, mister silence. How is your arm?"
To Quatre's surprise, Trowa flushed crimson and snuck a quick glance in his direction before shrugging. The tall boy gave a vague wave and turned, hands going into his pockets as he left, giving him a casual stroll that none of the other patients seemed to have. Quatre watched him leave, bewildered by the sudden exit. What was that about his arm? Maybe Trowa had hurt it earlier. Before he could put much thought into it, however, Duo caught Quatre's arm at the elbow.
"Hey, roomie, we better clear out before they start looking for you," Duo said brightly, already starting to lead Quatre away.
Meiran followed, watching Quatre with the same curious look as before. "Did you just get here? Wufei hasn't mentioned you." She paused, "Have you met Wufei?"
Sensing Quatre's discomfort, Duo offered the answers instead, "It's just his first day. He's my new roommate, and he just met Wufei. He hasn't met Trieze yet."
"All the better," Meiran answered promptly with a coldness that startled Quatre. "Trieze hasn't said a word to me since last Thursday, but I can't say that's a bad thing. Forgive me, Quatre, but I simply can't stand that boy."
"Maxwell," called one of the nurses as they entered the main room. "Don't forget to take your medicine. You, too, Chang."
Duo scowled darkly, but obediently walked over to the station anyway. A nurse was already handing Meiran a plastic cup with two pills inside, and one approached Quatre with a similar offering. He glanced at it in surprise, then edged away.
"I don't take any medication," he said softly, trying to make a quick escape.
"Nonsense. Your doctor from the clinic sent us the prescription in your file. Come along, Quatre, don't be difficult," the nurse cajoled, the last bit rising to almost a threat.
Quatre tossed his hand and moved further away, but the nurse snagged his wrist quickly, holding him firm. Captured, he struggled, suddenly frightened without really knowing why. "No!" Quatre gasped, "I don't want them!"
"Hey," Duo protested, noticing the commotion. "You gotta down the happy pills, roomie, or there's hell. Trust me, I know."
Insistently, Quatre shook as his head as confusing memories of grey haze and red pains fogged his mind into a panic. "I don't!" Quatre pleaded, "I don't." The words lifted up into an anxious wail as he futility tried to pull his arm free of the nurse's persistent grip.
A buzzing filled his ears and his head felt full of cotton. Dimly, he registered a high keening scream echoing off the walls, but Quatre lost the battle for a rapidly scattering sanity just as a sharp prick of pain brought on a rushing darkness. The screams seemed to go on, long after everything went black.
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"Let me the fuck go," Duo growled, trying in vain to push around the orderly keeping him back. Several patients started to peep in from the surrounding area, drawn like buzzards to the kill. Duo had no idea what had just happened; one minute he was palming away his meds, the next Quatre was in full freak out mode. Was the little blond that scared of his medicine? One of the nurses had helped her coworker's attempts to soothe Quatre, but that was when things went to hell.
When the younger boy had first arrived, Duo had been amused by watching the chaos resulting from Quatre's fit. Now, however, amusement was the farthest thing from his mind. Through the gaps between nurses and orderlies, Duo caught occasional glances at the boy has as he flailed, his screams bouncing off the walls. Painful to watch, the scene demanded Duo's interference, even though he just barely knew Quatre.
Suddenly, there was a cry of pain, and everything went abruptly still. When the orderly relaxed his hold slightly, Duo broke forward in time to see Quatre collapsing fluidly. An orderly caught the small blond roughly, hauling him upright before swinging the dead weight up into his arms with evident disgust. The young boy's head rolled back, exposing a slender column of pale throat. The boy's eyes were closed without even a flicker of the yellow lashes, and Duo hesitated long enough to be stopped by a nurse's flung out arm.
"What'd you do to him?" Duo demanded, but none of them answered. They kept him back as the orderly carried Quatre down the hall towards the room, but no one kept Duo from following. Meiran trailed along a little ways back, but soon disappeared just as they reached the door. Unceremoniously, the orderly laid Quatre on his bed and left without a backwards glance.
Duo glared at the orderly's back, but as soon as he passed from sight, whirled and quickly sat on the bed beside his roommate's still form. "Hey, Quatre! Hey," Duo called, reaching out to shake one frail shoulder.
"What happened?" Meiran - no, Wufei, Duo amended, turning to see the Chinese boy in the doorway. The wire framed glasses perched once again on the boy's dignified nose, and only one neat bundle pulled the glossy black hair away from his face, but it was the stern expression that identified the main personality better than any other feature. Trowa stood over Wufei's shoulder and, seeing Quatre lying there, slipped around the boy and went to sit on the opposite side of the bed from Duo.
"I don't know. Either he fainted or they tranqued him," Duo sighed, just as Trowa pointed to Quatre's left arm, where the shirt sleeve was rolled back to expose a small welling of blood over a puncture mark.
"Tranquilized," Wufei hissed, face darkening into a scowl. "Who knows when he'll wake up now. What happened?"
Duo sighed and offered a shrug, "He freaked out and started screaming again."
Trowa nodded and tapped his ear to indicate he had heard.
"Again?" Wufei raised one dark eyebrow. "When did he do it before?"
"When he first arrived, I think you were with Une, then."
Wufei nodded, "Well, he seemed okay, if a bit scared. You make the weirdest friends, Maxwell. Barton," he nodded to Trowa, then turned to leave, no doubt for the library.
"Well," Duo sighed, once the other boy had left. "I promised Heero I would call."
Trowa nodded and sat more comfortably on the bed.
"You don't have to sit with him. He'll probably be out the rest of the night, Tro."
The older boy shrugged, watching the sleeping blond's face with a look Duo couldn't identify. Gently, Trowa reached out and brushed some stray pale locks back from the boy's face.
"Suit yourself," Duo said as he rose, still trying to work out Trowa's motives. "Watch out, Trowa. He probably doesn't even go your way. Remember what happen--" Duo broke off abruptly seeing the dark look of warning on Trowa's face. "Okay, fine, I'm just saying. He just doesn't strike me as your type, and he didn't look thrilled to hear of my preference."
Trowa raised one slim brow, and Duo scowled in return.
"Okay, so that doesn't necessarily straight, point taken. Whatever, right? May be you just want a friend, hm?" Duo didn't need to look at Trowa's face to know what reaction that last comment earned. "Hey, sorry. You watch sleeping beauty all you want, Tro. Just don't let him hurt you... and if you hurt him, I'll mess you up."
Duo turned at the door and grinned at the look of bemused doubt on his friend's face. "I could if I wanted to!" he replied to unsaid accusation.
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When Duo returned that evening, just minutes before lights out, he found the room much as he had left it, except now Quatre lay under the sheets with the boy's shoes neatly set on the floor. Trowa rose as soon as he entered, and only gave a slight shake of his head before leaving. "No change, then," Duo muttered, eyeing the sleeping boy.
"Light's out!" called a nurse, and the ward plunged into darkness. Duo sat there on his bed staring across the blackness to where he knew Quatre lay, wondering what secrets his roommate kept.
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Author's Notes: Poor Quatre! Yes, I'm so mean. ^_^! hehe. Thanks so much for all the reviews!! I hope to see more of my regular readers pick this story up, but I'm always thrilled to see new faces!
Can I get chapter five out tonight as well? I hope so!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
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(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Four: Descending)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Descending
-
Duo favored him with a wild grin, leaning forward on his elbows. "What do you think? Sane as a nun, ain't it?"
"...what?"
"Wufei. Doesn't seem like he belongs here, hm?"
"I suppose," Quatre muttered, feeling the heat of a blush on his face. Were his thoughts so easily read, or had Duo come to the same conclusion long ago?
"Just wait," his roommate murmured, looking off into the cafeteria. Turning, Quatre searched for a few moments before he saw the object of Duo's focus. Wufei and Trowa stood in line, trays at hand. As they watched, the two stepped forward and set the trays on top of the stack after first dumping off the contents. For some reason, Duo's grin widened, "Watch! See? Look at him carefully."
Wufei turned to look behind him with a confused frown. He raised a hand and brushed out the tie holding his hair back. The glossy black locks fell forward to sweep lightly across the nape of his neck and, with the same distracted motions, Wufei produced a second tie from his pocket. Trowa glanced over and took Wufei's arm, pulling the dazed boy aside before he got lost in the small crowd.
"What's wrong?" whispered Quatre, even though the two boys couldn't possibly overhear him.
"Meiran, probably. Trieze usually leaves the hair alone," Duo explained, gesturing and, if on cue, Wufei reached back and captured the dark tresses into twin bundles. With the same fluid, trance-like motions, the boy slipped off his glasses and tucked them away into a pocket.
Quatre watched in amazement at the transformation that came over the Chinese boy; in mere seconds, the boy's face lit up into a completely new expression, one of intelligence, still, but of a different sort. A sly, cunning smile twisted the usually stern features, creating an overall impression that popped the word 'vixen' into Quatre's mind.
Quatre alternated between staring and desperately trying to hide his gaze as the two boys returned. He cast a desperate glance to Duo, only to find his roommate grinning back with an enthusiasm Quatre did not feel through the building panic.
"Duo!" Wufei called cheerfully, flouncing down into the seat. That was disturbing enough, that the seemingly reserved Wufei could flounce anywhere, but the next words stopped Quatre's blood cold. "Where's Wufei? Did I just miss him?"
Only Trowa saw the sudden look of panic on the small blond's face. He wondered if Duo had given the boy any preparation. Knowing Duo, he was getting a kick out of shocking Quatre. All of the looked at the younger boy, however, when he jerked to his feet, chair skittering backwards. Trowa shot Duo a dark look of accusation, but the startled look that was returned dim Trowa's suspicions. Being told and seeing it happen were two different things, after all.
"Who are you?" Wufei -- was it even Wufei anymore? -- demanded, dark eyes flicking over Quatre's face. He stuck out his hand, "I'm Meiran."
"Meiran," Quatre repeated, voice sounding unnaturally shrill even to his own ears. Calmly, Trowa set a hand on Quatre's shoulder, and he jerked his head up at the older boy so suddenly that spots danced in front of his eyes.
'I trust you,' Duo had said.
With effort, Quatre pushed the panic away. "Meiran," he said again, in a far more normal tone. "I'm Quatre."
"Charmed," Meiran said lightly, smiling prettily, but her eyes spoke of wisdom, the vixen concealed but ready to emerge if the need called. Her eyes seemed to analyze every inch of Quatre, just as sharp and intelligent as Wufei's. Meiran cocked her head to one side, looking up at Trowa. "Hello, mister silence. How is your arm?"
To Quatre's surprise, Trowa flushed crimson and snuck a quick glance in his direction before shrugging. The tall boy gave a vague wave and turned, hands going into his pockets as he left, giving him a casual stroll that none of the other patients seemed to have. Quatre watched him leave, bewildered by the sudden exit. What was that about his arm? Maybe Trowa had hurt it earlier. Before he could put much thought into it, however, Duo caught Quatre's arm at the elbow.
"Hey, roomie, we better clear out before they start looking for you," Duo said brightly, already starting to lead Quatre away.
Meiran followed, watching Quatre with the same curious look as before. "Did you just get here? Wufei hasn't mentioned you." She paused, "Have you met Wufei?"
Sensing Quatre's discomfort, Duo offered the answers instead, "It's just his first day. He's my new roommate, and he just met Wufei. He hasn't met Trieze yet."
"All the better," Meiran answered promptly with a coldness that startled Quatre. "Trieze hasn't said a word to me since last Thursday, but I can't say that's a bad thing. Forgive me, Quatre, but I simply can't stand that boy."
"Maxwell," called one of the nurses as they entered the main room. "Don't forget to take your medicine. You, too, Chang."
Duo scowled darkly, but obediently walked over to the station anyway. A nurse was already handing Meiran a plastic cup with two pills inside, and one approached Quatre with a similar offering. He glanced at it in surprise, then edged away.
"I don't take any medication," he said softly, trying to make a quick escape.
"Nonsense. Your doctor from the clinic sent us the prescription in your file. Come along, Quatre, don't be difficult," the nurse cajoled, the last bit rising to almost a threat.
Quatre tossed his hand and moved further away, but the nurse snagged his wrist quickly, holding him firm. Captured, he struggled, suddenly frightened without really knowing why. "No!" Quatre gasped, "I don't want them!"
"Hey," Duo protested, noticing the commotion. "You gotta down the happy pills, roomie, or there's hell. Trust me, I know."
Insistently, Quatre shook as his head as confusing memories of grey haze and red pains fogged his mind into a panic. "I don't!" Quatre pleaded, "I don't." The words lifted up into an anxious wail as he futility tried to pull his arm free of the nurse's persistent grip.
A buzzing filled his ears and his head felt full of cotton. Dimly, he registered a high keening scream echoing off the walls, but Quatre lost the battle for a rapidly scattering sanity just as a sharp prick of pain brought on a rushing darkness. The screams seemed to go on, long after everything went black.
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"Let me the fuck go," Duo growled, trying in vain to push around the orderly keeping him back. Several patients started to peep in from the surrounding area, drawn like buzzards to the kill. Duo had no idea what had just happened; one minute he was palming away his meds, the next Quatre was in full freak out mode. Was the little blond that scared of his medicine? One of the nurses had helped her coworker's attempts to soothe Quatre, but that was when things went to hell.
When the younger boy had first arrived, Duo had been amused by watching the chaos resulting from Quatre's fit. Now, however, amusement was the farthest thing from his mind. Through the gaps between nurses and orderlies, Duo caught occasional glances at the boy has as he flailed, his screams bouncing off the walls. Painful to watch, the scene demanded Duo's interference, even though he just barely knew Quatre.
Suddenly, there was a cry of pain, and everything went abruptly still. When the orderly relaxed his hold slightly, Duo broke forward in time to see Quatre collapsing fluidly. An orderly caught the small blond roughly, hauling him upright before swinging the dead weight up into his arms with evident disgust. The young boy's head rolled back, exposing a slender column of pale throat. The boy's eyes were closed without even a flicker of the yellow lashes, and Duo hesitated long enough to be stopped by a nurse's flung out arm.
"What'd you do to him?" Duo demanded, but none of them answered. They kept him back as the orderly carried Quatre down the hall towards the room, but no one kept Duo from following. Meiran trailed along a little ways back, but soon disappeared just as they reached the door. Unceremoniously, the orderly laid Quatre on his bed and left without a backwards glance.
Duo glared at the orderly's back, but as soon as he passed from sight, whirled and quickly sat on the bed beside his roommate's still form. "Hey, Quatre! Hey," Duo called, reaching out to shake one frail shoulder.
"What happened?" Meiran - no, Wufei, Duo amended, turning to see the Chinese boy in the doorway. The wire framed glasses perched once again on the boy's dignified nose, and only one neat bundle pulled the glossy black hair away from his face, but it was the stern expression that identified the main personality better than any other feature. Trowa stood over Wufei's shoulder and, seeing Quatre lying there, slipped around the boy and went to sit on the opposite side of the bed from Duo.
"I don't know. Either he fainted or they tranqued him," Duo sighed, just as Trowa pointed to Quatre's left arm, where the shirt sleeve was rolled back to expose a small welling of blood over a puncture mark.
"Tranquilized," Wufei hissed, face darkening into a scowl. "Who knows when he'll wake up now. What happened?"
Duo sighed and offered a shrug, "He freaked out and started screaming again."
Trowa nodded and tapped his ear to indicate he had heard.
"Again?" Wufei raised one dark eyebrow. "When did he do it before?"
"When he first arrived, I think you were with Une, then."
Wufei nodded, "Well, he seemed okay, if a bit scared. You make the weirdest friends, Maxwell. Barton," he nodded to Trowa, then turned to leave, no doubt for the library.
"Well," Duo sighed, once the other boy had left. "I promised Heero I would call."
Trowa nodded and sat more comfortably on the bed.
"You don't have to sit with him. He'll probably be out the rest of the night, Tro."
The older boy shrugged, watching the sleeping blond's face with a look Duo couldn't identify. Gently, Trowa reached out and brushed some stray pale locks back from the boy's face.
"Suit yourself," Duo said as he rose, still trying to work out Trowa's motives. "Watch out, Trowa. He probably doesn't even go your way. Remember what happen--" Duo broke off abruptly seeing the dark look of warning on Trowa's face. "Okay, fine, I'm just saying. He just doesn't strike me as your type, and he didn't look thrilled to hear of my preference."
Trowa raised one slim brow, and Duo scowled in return.
"Okay, so that doesn't necessarily straight, point taken. Whatever, right? May be you just want a friend, hm?" Duo didn't need to look at Trowa's face to know what reaction that last comment earned. "Hey, sorry. You watch sleeping beauty all you want, Tro. Just don't let him hurt you... and if you hurt him, I'll mess you up."
Duo turned at the door and grinned at the look of bemused doubt on his friend's face. "I could if I wanted to!" he replied to unsaid accusation.
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When Duo returned that evening, just minutes before lights out, he found the room much as he had left it, except now Quatre lay under the sheets with the boy's shoes neatly set on the floor. Trowa rose as soon as he entered, and only gave a slight shake of his head before leaving. "No change, then," Duo muttered, eyeing the sleeping boy.
"Light's out!" called a nurse, and the ward plunged into darkness. Duo sat there on his bed staring across the blackness to where he knew Quatre lay, wondering what secrets his roommate kept.
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Author's Notes: Poor Quatre! Yes, I'm so mean. ^_^! hehe. Thanks so much for all the reviews!! I hope to see more of my regular readers pick this story up, but I'm always thrilled to see new faces!
Can I get chapter five out tonight as well? I hope so!
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
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net