Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fly on Broken Wings ❯ Fitting In ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
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I'll try to be quicker with the next update!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.14.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
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(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Six: Fitting In)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Fitting In
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Quatre woke with a start the next morning to find the room empty, Duo's bed cleared of all the things from the previous night. Sliding out from the bed, he gathered a change of clothes, and the little bag of toiletries, before going out to the hall, looking up and down for the showers, which he had forgotten to inquire about yesterday. After a mental flip of a coin, he turned left towards the end of the hall.
Some of the doors to the patients' rooms were closed, but most were open with the occupants inside. Several watched as he went by, but some were otherwise busy. A boy passed Quatre having a conversation with the empty air beside him, and the sight sent a chill down Quatre's spine. At the clinic, the patients weren't so...
Crazy.
To his great relief, Quatre saw Trowa's trim form leaned against one doorway. The other boy wore a similar jean and turtleneck combination as the other day, but the top's forest green coloring deepened the russet sweep of hair and made his brilliant emerald eyes shine. Feeling a pink flush rise to his cheeks, Quatre approached Trowa and offered a shy smile. Trowa nodded a hello and raised one eyebrow at Quatre's clothed, rumpled from sleep. They were the same clothes he had worn yesterday, and his blush deepened.
"I was just looking for the showers," he explained.
Trowa nodded again and pointed down the hall. At the very end, Quatre could see two doors that did not match the patient rooms.
"Thanks." Quatre stared up at Trowa's face and resisted the urge to brush aside the obscuring locks of hair from the side the silent boy's face, to expose the one green eye that remained hidden. "Why did you talk to me?" Quatre asked suddenly, unable to stand the secret gnawing at him. "Duo said you haven't talked to anyone in eight--" Trowa held up his fingers, pinky folded on one hand --"nine years, but... You spoke to me. Yesterday."
Avoiding Quatre's pleading gaze, Trowa looked up at the ceiling and shrugged.
"I won't tell anyone, I promise. Not even Duo." Trowa lowered his gaze from the ceiling and nodded slightly. Quatre hesitated, "Well, I guess I better go shower now... What time is breakfast?"
Trowa lifted his hands again.
"Eight? Thanks. I'll, uhm, see you there," Quatre said awkwardly, starting to leave, but turned hesitantly to find Trowa watching him, expression unreadable. Quatre offered him another slight smile. "Trowa? I'd like to hear you talk again sometime, but I think you talk just fine how it is. I'm glad you don't ignore me."
Now Trowa's expression was perfectly clear: I'd never ignore you.
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After a quick shower, Quatre returned his pajamas to the room only to find Duo remained elsewhere, and the other side of the room looked untouched from when he first woke. Since it was already eight, he grabbed sandy and, bear tucked under one arm, went in search of the cafeteria. Fortunately, it was easy enough to remember the path Duo had taken him on yesterday, and he hurried into line behind a pair of young girls.
"When I'm queen of the world, I won't have to wait in line," grumbled one of them.
"Yes. The peasants will. Like little Russian women waiting for bread," replied the other with a toss of long honey hair.
The first girl frowned, "What a horrid thought, Dorothy."
The other girl, Dorothy, laughed airily and took her tray, sliding it along the buffet. "Did you hear all that screaming yesterday, Relena? I hear it's a new boy, some spazoid."
Quatre shrank away, cheeks hot with embarrassment, and took his own tray while trying to stay back from the two girls. Relena shook her head, blond trembling over her shoulders with the motion. "We could ask Duo. That boy makes it his job to find out stuff like that," she said before catching sight of Quatre and looking at him carefully. "Hullo. I don't think I've seen you here before."
"Oh, yes," Dorothy murmured, "I'd remember those baby blues."
Quatre froze, hoping his panic didn't show. He lowered his head and nodded slightly, praying she would lose interest.
"Shy. Or stupid," Dorothy muttered, moving ahead.
"Hush," Relena admonished, but she left Quatre alone through the rest of the line. He watched her arrange the plates and food just so, and found something disturbing in the absolute perfection. Relena gave him one last curious look before leaving, Dorothy in tow, and deep in conversation about hair styles.
Quatre hesitated briefly, trying to remember where Duo had went to sit last time. If Duo would let him sit at the table. Last night's sudden conclusion still made little sense to Quatre, but he knew beyond a doubt it was his fault. He moved to the far end of the cafeteria and soon spotted Duo's long chestnut braid, Wufei's dark ponytail and Trowa's auburn sweep. Cautiously, he approached the table, but abruptly changed his mind and went instead for an empty seat nearby.
"Roomie!" Duo called cheerfully, waving Quatre over and pointing to the vacant spot beside Trowa. "I let you sleep in, but then forgot to go wake you! Find the showers okay?" Quatre nodded gratefully and took the offered seat, exchanging a small smile with Trowa. Duo paused to swallow a bite of toast, then continued speaking, "Have they put you up on the schedule yet? Judging by your face, not a fucking clue what the schedule is, right?"
"Don't swear, it's so vulgar," Wufei put in, with a bored look of disapproval.
Duo rolled bright eyes. "Yes, mommy -- OW!" he shrieked as Wufei gave him a smarting kick under the table.
Quatre hid a smile and glanced over to Trowa, only to see the older boy staring off across the cafeteria. Following the boy's gaze, he found a young woman with jaw length brown hair standing in the cafeteria doorway, deep in discussion with a strange man in a doctor's coat. Quatre stared at the man's nose, or, rather, the striking lack of one. A dark brown prosthesis seemed to offer the suggestion of a nose, but the result was far from convincing.
"Who's that?" he asked Trowa, but it was Duo who answered.
"Catherine, but what's she doing here?"
Wufei turned to look as well, "It's Tuesday."
"Yeah, but, Tro, you have family at two, right?" Duo asked, glancing to his friend.
Trowa nodded miserably and resolutely turned back to eating, as if to dismiss the woman.
"Who is she?" Quatre asked again, even though he knew the answer. He just couldn't remember where he had heard her name before.
"Tro's sister," Duo replied, watching the silent boy carefully.
Abruptly, Trowa stood and, without any indication of goodbye, left with his tray, the food on it barely touched. The three remaining boys watched in silence as the scene unfolded; Trowa put his tray up and went to leave, his sister catching his sleeve as he passed. She hugged him soundly, but Trowa merely stood there, arms at his sides. Catherine spoke, smiling all the while, and gestured to the doctor, who nodded agreeably.
"What's going on?"
Simultaneously, Duo and Wufei shrugged and, taking this as a sign they either truly did not know or, more worrying, considered it none of Quatre's business, he tried not to watch, instead focusing on the meal. However, he kept one eye on Trowa, his sister, and the doctor, who all three remain in the doorway talking. Or rather, Catherine and the doctor talked while Trowa stood mute, studying the ceiling.
"They think he's schizoid, you know," Duo said suddenly, startling Quatre.
Wufei snorted, "They're probably right."
"Oh, please. Trowa's no more schizoid than me, he just--"
"Says nothing and has the emotional depth of a rock?" Wufei countered harshly, raising a hand to forestall objections. "In therapy, that is. They've got good reason to suspect it."
"But what does that mean? Skitzoid...?"
"Schizoid," Duo corrected. It's a personality disorder."
"Loners," Wufei clarified. "Indifference to social relationships, little emotional response."
Duo took up the explanation again, "They don't get all warm and fuzzy--" Wufei rolled his eyes and mumbled something that Duo pointedly ignored "--or make friends."
Quatre frowned, "But Trowa has friends? We... you... I mean."
Duo laughed, "Yeah, but what do the doctors know, right? It's the same label they slapped on Heero, but I think Trowa just doesn't care enough to tell them otherwise."
"Yuy's a sociopath," Wufei muttered, then bit his tongue when Duo kicked him. "Well, he is."
"Anyway, Trowa's no schizoid," Duo finished, picking up his tray.
"What, where can I find the schedule?" Quatre stood as well, anxious not to be late, if he had anywhere to be.
"I'll show you," Wufei offered, standing at last. Duo raised an eyebrow but said nothing, gathering up the trays.
Quatre glanced to the doorway to see that the doctor had left, leaving just Trowa and his sister, who seemed to be crying as she spoke, face turned up to her brother's in supplication. After looking to make sure Quatre was following, he walked off, seemingly oblivious to the argument they were fast approaching. Or choosing not to acknowledge Trowa and his sister.
"It's for the best," Catherine was saying, wiping at her eyes. "There just isn't the money.. Oh, Trowa. Just think about it, all right? I'll see you Thursday," she tip-toed up and kissed his cheek before leaving, right as Wufei and Quatre drew near.
Trowa watched her go with an expression Quatre couldn't name, but the sight of it made him just want to hug the older boy. He started towards Trowa, but the boy turned without so much as a glance to his friends and left, long strides carrying him quickly away. Puzzled, Quatre started to follow but stopped, realizing Wufei was walking the other way, and talking to him.
"What's with the bear?"
Quatre brought Sandy out from under his arm and held him out in front, both arms fold over the bear's soft middle. He rested his chin on top of the bear's head. "What do you mean?"
"Come on. It's weird, even for this place," Wufei added and, wounded, Quatre said nothing. After a moment Wufei realized his mistake, "Sorry, no offense meant. I was just wondering if maybe there was a reason."
"I'd never leave Sandy behind," Quatre said softly. "That's his name. Sandrock."
"Hm. Here's the schedule," Wufei announced, stopping near the nurse's station and pointing to a large dry-erase board. Along the left side was the patient's first initial and last name, then along top various columns of information, the first being points. Quatre his name and was dismayed to find he had zero points, same as Duo. Wufei, on the other hand, had twenty-six.
"Where's Trowa?"
Wufei pointed to T. Barton and Quatre saw the older boy had only four points. "They take away every time he doesn't talk in therapy," Wufei explained. "Doctor Richards is especially apt to start docking points for nonparticipation."
Looking at the other columns, Quatre found them labeled for therapy and activities. His name had just two, individual and group, both of which were Monday through Friday. Wufei peered at the noted times, nudging his thin glasses higher on his nose. "Looks like you're in the same group as us. It meets from noon to one everyday; just after lunch. I guess you have the morning off."
Quatre nodded, "But don't I have an individual session...?"
"Oh, of course... Four thirty to five thirty, just before dinner at six. There's never anything after dinner unless it's punishment. Saturday and Sunday are free days, unless of course you're assigned extra therapy or chores," Wufei explained briskly.
"You have a session at nine," Quatre looked at his watch for emphasis.
Wufei raised one brow, "Then I bid you farewell. Without any points, you're better off just sticking to your room or the commons." He gave a slight nod of goodbye before leaving and, belatedly, Quatre realized he didn't know where the therapy rooms were. He'd have to ask Duo or Wufei later, after lunch.
But what to do until then?
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Author's Notes: Uh, this took a long time! Sorry. Tia, Kate and D didn't poke me hard enough for more chapters. What's up with that?
Sorry this is so short, but I really want the next two sections to go in the same chapter. I'll try to get it out quickly!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
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(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Six: Fitting In)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Fitting In
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Quatre woke with a start the next morning to find the room empty, Duo's bed cleared of all the things from the previous night. Sliding out from the bed, he gathered a change of clothes, and the little bag of toiletries, before going out to the hall, looking up and down for the showers, which he had forgotten to inquire about yesterday. After a mental flip of a coin, he turned left towards the end of the hall.
Some of the doors to the patients' rooms were closed, but most were open with the occupants inside. Several watched as he went by, but some were otherwise busy. A boy passed Quatre having a conversation with the empty air beside him, and the sight sent a chill down Quatre's spine. At the clinic, the patients weren't so...
Crazy.
To his great relief, Quatre saw Trowa's trim form leaned against one doorway. The other boy wore a similar jean and turtleneck combination as the other day, but the top's forest green coloring deepened the russet sweep of hair and made his brilliant emerald eyes shine. Feeling a pink flush rise to his cheeks, Quatre approached Trowa and offered a shy smile. Trowa nodded a hello and raised one eyebrow at Quatre's clothed, rumpled from sleep. They were the same clothes he had worn yesterday, and his blush deepened.
"I was just looking for the showers," he explained.
Trowa nodded again and pointed down the hall. At the very end, Quatre could see two doors that did not match the patient rooms.
"Thanks." Quatre stared up at Trowa's face and resisted the urge to brush aside the obscuring locks of hair from the side the silent boy's face, to expose the one green eye that remained hidden. "Why did you talk to me?" Quatre asked suddenly, unable to stand the secret gnawing at him. "Duo said you haven't talked to anyone in eight--" Trowa held up his fingers, pinky folded on one hand --"nine years, but... You spoke to me. Yesterday."
Avoiding Quatre's pleading gaze, Trowa looked up at the ceiling and shrugged.
"I won't tell anyone, I promise. Not even Duo." Trowa lowered his gaze from the ceiling and nodded slightly. Quatre hesitated, "Well, I guess I better go shower now... What time is breakfast?"
Trowa lifted his hands again.
"Eight? Thanks. I'll, uhm, see you there," Quatre said awkwardly, starting to leave, but turned hesitantly to find Trowa watching him, expression unreadable. Quatre offered him another slight smile. "Trowa? I'd like to hear you talk again sometime, but I think you talk just fine how it is. I'm glad you don't ignore me."
Now Trowa's expression was perfectly clear: I'd never ignore you.
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After a quick shower, Quatre returned his pajamas to the room only to find Duo remained elsewhere, and the other side of the room looked untouched from when he first woke. Since it was already eight, he grabbed sandy and, bear tucked under one arm, went in search of the cafeteria. Fortunately, it was easy enough to remember the path Duo had taken him on yesterday, and he hurried into line behind a pair of young girls.
"When I'm queen of the world, I won't have to wait in line," grumbled one of them.
"Yes. The peasants will. Like little Russian women waiting for bread," replied the other with a toss of long honey hair.
The first girl frowned, "What a horrid thought, Dorothy."
The other girl, Dorothy, laughed airily and took her tray, sliding it along the buffet. "Did you hear all that screaming yesterday, Relena? I hear it's a new boy, some spazoid."
Quatre shrank away, cheeks hot with embarrassment, and took his own tray while trying to stay back from the two girls. Relena shook her head, blond trembling over her shoulders with the motion. "We could ask Duo. That boy makes it his job to find out stuff like that," she said before catching sight of Quatre and looking at him carefully. "Hullo. I don't think I've seen you here before."
"Oh, yes," Dorothy murmured, "I'd remember those baby blues."
Quatre froze, hoping his panic didn't show. He lowered his head and nodded slightly, praying she would lose interest.
"Shy. Or stupid," Dorothy muttered, moving ahead.
"Hush," Relena admonished, but she left Quatre alone through the rest of the line. He watched her arrange the plates and food just so, and found something disturbing in the absolute perfection. Relena gave him one last curious look before leaving, Dorothy in tow, and deep in conversation about hair styles.
Quatre hesitated briefly, trying to remember where Duo had went to sit last time. If Duo would let him sit at the table. Last night's sudden conclusion still made little sense to Quatre, but he knew beyond a doubt it was his fault. He moved to the far end of the cafeteria and soon spotted Duo's long chestnut braid, Wufei's dark ponytail and Trowa's auburn sweep. Cautiously, he approached the table, but abruptly changed his mind and went instead for an empty seat nearby.
"Roomie!" Duo called cheerfully, waving Quatre over and pointing to the vacant spot beside Trowa. "I let you sleep in, but then forgot to go wake you! Find the showers okay?" Quatre nodded gratefully and took the offered seat, exchanging a small smile with Trowa. Duo paused to swallow a bite of toast, then continued speaking, "Have they put you up on the schedule yet? Judging by your face, not a fucking clue what the schedule is, right?"
"Don't swear, it's so vulgar," Wufei put in, with a bored look of disapproval.
Duo rolled bright eyes. "Yes, mommy -- OW!" he shrieked as Wufei gave him a smarting kick under the table.
Quatre hid a smile and glanced over to Trowa, only to see the older boy staring off across the cafeteria. Following the boy's gaze, he found a young woman with jaw length brown hair standing in the cafeteria doorway, deep in discussion with a strange man in a doctor's coat. Quatre stared at the man's nose, or, rather, the striking lack of one. A dark brown prosthesis seemed to offer the suggestion of a nose, but the result was far from convincing.
"Who's that?" he asked Trowa, but it was Duo who answered.
"Catherine, but what's she doing here?"
Wufei turned to look as well, "It's Tuesday."
"Yeah, but, Tro, you have family at two, right?" Duo asked, glancing to his friend.
Trowa nodded miserably and resolutely turned back to eating, as if to dismiss the woman.
"Who is she?" Quatre asked again, even though he knew the answer. He just couldn't remember where he had heard her name before.
"Tro's sister," Duo replied, watching the silent boy carefully.
Abruptly, Trowa stood and, without any indication of goodbye, left with his tray, the food on it barely touched. The three remaining boys watched in silence as the scene unfolded; Trowa put his tray up and went to leave, his sister catching his sleeve as he passed. She hugged him soundly, but Trowa merely stood there, arms at his sides. Catherine spoke, smiling all the while, and gestured to the doctor, who nodded agreeably.
"What's going on?"
Simultaneously, Duo and Wufei shrugged and, taking this as a sign they either truly did not know or, more worrying, considered it none of Quatre's business, he tried not to watch, instead focusing on the meal. However, he kept one eye on Trowa, his sister, and the doctor, who all three remain in the doorway talking. Or rather, Catherine and the doctor talked while Trowa stood mute, studying the ceiling.
"They think he's schizoid, you know," Duo said suddenly, startling Quatre.
Wufei snorted, "They're probably right."
"Oh, please. Trowa's no more schizoid than me, he just--"
"Says nothing and has the emotional depth of a rock?" Wufei countered harshly, raising a hand to forestall objections. "In therapy, that is. They've got good reason to suspect it."
"But what does that mean? Skitzoid...?"
"Schizoid," Duo corrected. It's a personality disorder."
"Loners," Wufei clarified. "Indifference to social relationships, little emotional response."
Duo took up the explanation again, "They don't get all warm and fuzzy--" Wufei rolled his eyes and mumbled something that Duo pointedly ignored "--or make friends."
Quatre frowned, "But Trowa has friends? We... you... I mean."
Duo laughed, "Yeah, but what do the doctors know, right? It's the same label they slapped on Heero, but I think Trowa just doesn't care enough to tell them otherwise."
"Yuy's a sociopath," Wufei muttered, then bit his tongue when Duo kicked him. "Well, he is."
"Anyway, Trowa's no schizoid," Duo finished, picking up his tray.
"What, where can I find the schedule?" Quatre stood as well, anxious not to be late, if he had anywhere to be.
"I'll show you," Wufei offered, standing at last. Duo raised an eyebrow but said nothing, gathering up the trays.
Quatre glanced to the doorway to see that the doctor had left, leaving just Trowa and his sister, who seemed to be crying as she spoke, face turned up to her brother's in supplication. After looking to make sure Quatre was following, he walked off, seemingly oblivious to the argument they were fast approaching. Or choosing not to acknowledge Trowa and his sister.
"It's for the best," Catherine was saying, wiping at her eyes. "There just isn't the money.. Oh, Trowa. Just think about it, all right? I'll see you Thursday," she tip-toed up and kissed his cheek before leaving, right as Wufei and Quatre drew near.
Trowa watched her go with an expression Quatre couldn't name, but the sight of it made him just want to hug the older boy. He started towards Trowa, but the boy turned without so much as a glance to his friends and left, long strides carrying him quickly away. Puzzled, Quatre started to follow but stopped, realizing Wufei was walking the other way, and talking to him.
"What's with the bear?"
Quatre brought Sandy out from under his arm and held him out in front, both arms fold over the bear's soft middle. He rested his chin on top of the bear's head. "What do you mean?"
"Come on. It's weird, even for this place," Wufei added and, wounded, Quatre said nothing. After a moment Wufei realized his mistake, "Sorry, no offense meant. I was just wondering if maybe there was a reason."
"I'd never leave Sandy behind," Quatre said softly. "That's his name. Sandrock."
"Hm. Here's the schedule," Wufei announced, stopping near the nurse's station and pointing to a large dry-erase board. Along the left side was the patient's first initial and last name, then along top various columns of information, the first being points. Quatre his name and was dismayed to find he had zero points, same as Duo. Wufei, on the other hand, had twenty-six.
"Where's Trowa?"
Wufei pointed to T. Barton and Quatre saw the older boy had only four points. "They take away every time he doesn't talk in therapy," Wufei explained. "Doctor Richards is especially apt to start docking points for nonparticipation."
Looking at the other columns, Quatre found them labeled for therapy and activities. His name had just two, individual and group, both of which were Monday through Friday. Wufei peered at the noted times, nudging his thin glasses higher on his nose. "Looks like you're in the same group as us. It meets from noon to one everyday; just after lunch. I guess you have the morning off."
Quatre nodded, "But don't I have an individual session...?"
"Oh, of course... Four thirty to five thirty, just before dinner at six. There's never anything after dinner unless it's punishment. Saturday and Sunday are free days, unless of course you're assigned extra therapy or chores," Wufei explained briskly.
"You have a session at nine," Quatre looked at his watch for emphasis.
Wufei raised one brow, "Then I bid you farewell. Without any points, you're better off just sticking to your room or the commons." He gave a slight nod of goodbye before leaving and, belatedly, Quatre realized he didn't know where the therapy rooms were. He'd have to ask Duo or Wufei later, after lunch.
But what to do until then?
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Author's Notes: Uh, this took a long time! Sorry. Tia, Kate and D didn't poke me hard enough for more chapters. What's up with that?
Sorry this is so short, but I really want the next two sections to go in the same chapter. I'll try to get it out quickly!
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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