Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fly on Broken Wings ❯ Group Therapy ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.02.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.02.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 5-2-04
(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Eight: Group Therapy)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Group Therapy
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Quatre clung close to his friends' side, darting glances out of the corner of his eye at the mulling groups of patients, nurses and doctors along the hall. This was to be his first time at a therapy here, and he uneasily thought about the clinic, and his treatment ther. Saint Helen's was a state-run hospital and, although one of the better adolescent hospitals, was still no where near as nice as the clinic, which was a private, expensive and exclusive.
He stole a glance over to Duo's laughing grin, Trowa's faint smile at the joke that had just been told, and Wufei...
"Wufei?" he asked, slowing his pace, not wanting to risk Duo getting ahead, but not wanting to leave the Chinese boy behind. Fortunately, Duo and Trowa turned back, curiosity evident in the braided boy's expression, a stoic acceptance on the other's. A vague confusion on his face, Wufei stopped walking as trance-like motions removed his glasses...
"Ah!" Duo said cheerfully. "Grab his arm, Tro. Dickie'll piss himself is we're late. As much as I'd enjoy watching that, I'm sure Quatre doesn't want to get on the quack's bad side right from the start."
"Is he...?" Quatre hesitated, hanging back and hugging Sandy close as Trowa and Duo each took one of Wufei's arms, leading him forward.
Twin bundles of inky hair, defined by elastic ties that snapped into place with a practiced grace. The vague look vanished, and Meiran jerked her arms free. "I don't need an escort, boys," she chided, tossing her head valiantly and causing the pigtails to bob and sway.
"Of course, m'lady," Duo smirked, as the four of them neared an open door. His went in without hesitation, but Quatre took one last look back at the now empty stretch of hallway behind them before following.
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The first thought that struck him as Quatre took in the room was that it was nothing like the clinic. However, group therapy had not been part of his treatment there. Folding chairs, perfectly arranged in a circle, occupied the majority of the space, right in the middle, and beyond that the room was sparsely furnished. An impressive oak desk crowded into the corner, an out of date computer sitting blank on the desk, fighting for space among open books and stacks of paper. Against the far wall, towering bookshelves broke up the dull expanse of white walls. Soft blue drapes framed the window that streamed in a pale, yellow sunlight.
Quatre turned his attention to the chairs as Trowa lazily took one, sinking into a slouch that seemed unusual for Quatre, so accustomed to the boy's aloof elegance. Three of the chairs were already filled by two young girls and a man who could only be the doctor. He was younger than Quatre would have thought, with light brown hair that fell around his soft face, gentle waves that went almost to his chin. Turning from conversation with one of the girls, the doctor smiled pleasantly and rose from his chair.
"So nice of you to join us, boys. Please take your seats," he said, gesturing to the remaining chairs. Quatre clung to Duo's shadow, wary of being noticed, but the doctor turned to him with the same easy smile in place. "Quatre, welcome. Have a seat where you wish, and we can get started."
Duo flashed him a wicked grin and threw himself into a chair, the metal creaking ominously under such harsh treatment. Meiran sat stiffly, hands folded and shoulders squared. Timidly, Quatre took the empty seat between Duo and Trowa. Directly across the circle, one of the girls was looking at him curiously, and he recognized the face from breakfast.
"Relena," the doctor said, addressing her. She turned her face to him with a glowing smile. "If you would please start. Everyone just say your name, please, so that Quatre may get to know us."
The girl tossed her long, flaxen hair and flashed a charming smile, "My name is Relena Darlian."
Next to Relena was an empty seat, and so everyone's attention turned to Meiran. She lifted her head in a challenging manner, "Meiran."
Doctor Richards nodded thoughtfully at hearing the name, and that was the only response from the group at the alternate personality's presence. Quatre realized they probably recognized her. Duo's turn came next, and he stood with a rather goofy formality. "My name is Duo Maxwell and I'm wearing black silk boxers with red embroidered dragons."
"That you stole from Wufei," Meiran muttered.
All eyes turned to Quatre, and his own eyes sought the floor with a desperate shyness. He hugged Sandy close, a fine, pale curtain of hair feathering around the edges of his vision, and felt his cheeks heat with embarrassment as the silence became strained.
Duo flung an arm around the younger boy's shoulders, "This is Quatre, my roommate. And this is Sandrock," he announced, gesturing vaguely.
The two girls exchanged glances, and the doctor's eyebrows raised as he jotted something down on the notebook in his lap.
"The bear," Duo clarified, in case any of them thought he might be referring to something -- or someone -- invisible.
Quatre's blush flared crimson, but he felt a rush of gratitude to his friend. Something held him back from speaking, some unknown fear, a lurking reluctance that raced his heart and still the tongue. It had been like that at the clinic; silence that hurt.
"Thank you, Duo," Doctor Richards said frostily, clipped words expressing his disapproval effectively.
"No problem, Dickie," Duo chirped back, earning a slight chuckle from Meiran and a furrowing of brows from the doctor.
"But perhaps in the future, you should let Quatre speak for himself," Richards continued, glossing the condescending words with his calm smile, a smile that Quatre was starting to dislike. "If you would, Quatre, introduce yourself to the group."
Again, all eyes were on him.
Waiting.
Panic flared.
He tried to calm himself, tried to form the words, but they refused to come, and he feared opening his mouth, lest he would be physically sick.
Everyone waited for him to speak.
Suddenly, a warm hand touched his thigh, and he lifted quavering aquamarines to find Trowa looking at him with... Comfort. Reassurance.
"Quatre," he whispered, hunching around Sandy as if to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible.
Satisfied, Richards turned to Trowa, and the atmosphere of he room changed; Relena and her friend exchanged glares, Duo glowered at the doctor, Merian's eyes danced and snapped with smoldering fury, Quatre lifted his head from his intent study of the floor, and Doctor Richards smiled impassively at Trowa, patience heavy on his young face.
For his part, Trowa stared up at the ceiling, face totally devoid of emotion. Silence overcame the group, and from the bored and amused looks on Relena and her friend (the former's bored countenance softened by a sympathetic smile) it was obvious this happened every time the doctor expected Trowa to speak. Duo broke the silence, his voice tinged with anger "Quatre already knows Trowa, Dickie."
"If you had any points, I'd remove them." Richards replied, silken voice caressing the threat. "That goes for you as well, Trowa." With a dismissive turn of his head, the doctor faced Relena's friend.
She smiled, almost smug, and lifted her head, the fluorescent light shining off her gold tresses. "Dorothy Catalonia," she purred.
Although the two girls, Relena and Dorothy, had the same, long, flaxen hair, they were obviously unrelated. Dorothy's eyebrows swooped up like a hawk's, giving her a hauty, sophisticated look her mannerisms did nothing to deny. Relena, however, had a gentle face, that of a doll, coddled and pampered. Her hands, delicate and pale, bore no signs of ever having swung a stick or thrown a ball in play. The long, manicured nails were frosted pink to match her outfit: penny-loafers white socks, a kneelength skirt, and a bubblegum pink cardigan. Twin braids swept back the hair from her face, letting the rest fall neatly down her back.
"And I am Doctor Richards. It's a pleasure to have you join us, Quatre, and I'm sure all your friends think the same. Now then, let's get started, we only have an hour after all. Quatre, let's--"
"Hey, Dickie," Duo called, smoothly interrupting the doctor. "I had a dream where I was a tree and these squirrels were on my branches. Then one of the squirrels put on a suit and ran to the office with a suitcase. The squirrel got stopped at security, and they searched the briefcase and found a bomb inside so the squirrel laughed just before the toaster was done," Duo rambled, and Quatre turned to look at his roommate in amazement.
Even Doctor Richards looked taken back for a moment, "I see, Duo."
"So, Dickie, I was wondering what it meant. The bomb worried me because the squirrel was friggin' armed. I mean, a squirrel, with a bomb, in a briefcase, although the fact that he was wearing a suit was pretty whacked out." Duo grinned impishly at the doctor.
Richards sighed, "However pleased I am that you chose to share that with the group, I'm afraid we don't have the time to get involved in a discussion of your dreams. Perhaps that is something you could bring up at individual therapy. As I was saying--"
An arm rose into the air. Startled, Richards and most of the group looked over to Meiran, her arm jutting up defiantly into the air. "Yes, Wufei?" he asked, blinking at the Chinese teen.
"Meiran," she corrected, lowering her arm. "Doctor Richards, I am very interested in finding out what Duo's dream meant. You see, I, too, have dreamt of squirrels. However, the squirrels in my dreams were on trees, and did not wear suits, nor did they have bombs in suitcases. Is there a correlation between Duo's and I's dreams, or are they unrelated but the appearance of squirrels?" she asked with a completely straight face and serious tone.
Doctor Richards took a moment to compose himself before replying, "I am not aware of any psychological meaning a squirrel may have. Again, thank you for sharing, but this is really a topic best left to your individual therapist. As I was saying--"
"Oh!" Relena cried suddenly, and everyone turned to look at her. "Doctor... how could you?" she wailed, pointing an accusing finger at Richards' desk.
Quatre saw no fault or cause for alarm on the desk, but Relena leapt up with another moan of dismay. She hurried over and hovered at the corner, one hand poised above the two coffee mugs that sat there. For a moment, no one spoke. No one moved. Relena's blue eyes faintly snapped with quiet rage as she stared defiantly at Richards.
"Relena," the doctor said at last with a great patience. "We've discussed this before. I let you set up the chairs and you do not comment on my desk."
"But, Doctor Richards, both of these mugs are used! I remember the white one was here Friday, and this blue one from yesterday. Oh, doctor, please!" she wailed, pulling her hand away in alarm. She turned to the rest of the desk, frantically straightening the papers and books into orderly, perfect rows.
Between the three of them, Duo, Meiran, and Relena, Doctor Richards was kept so busy he never got around to questioning Quatre. Duo, Quatre knew, deliberately provoked the doctor's attention away, and Meiran seemed a likely ally, but Relena helped the cause by accident. Before he knew it, Doctor Richards was interrupting Duo's shared rambling with, "Time's up, group. I'll see you all tomorrow and hopefully we can make some progress. Duo, please stay a minute."
"Sorry, Dickie, G's expecting me."
Richards smiled, "I'll write you a nice note. We have a few things to discuss, Duo."
Duo made another gesture when the doctor turned, then gave Trowa a level look full of meaning. Quatre looked between the two boys, but failed to catch the silent conversation. Trowa nodded and turned away, a slight indication of one hand signaling Quatre to follow. Meiran had already vanished, and the two girls had their matching golden heads together as they left, involved in a furious exchange of whispers.
Out in the hall, Quatre hurried up to match Trowa's large stride and yawned. With nothing to do for over three hours, a nap was looking nice. He felt tired, and not just sleepy tired, but a heavy, lethargic feeling. He missed his home, his big feather bed with clean cotton sheets. The rose gardens, his mother's gardens, her pride and joy. Now, in high summer, the roses would be big and full, petals fluttering off as more bloomed, crimson, pink, and yellow. He remembered the sound of his own footsteps against the path, the gentle wind trembling through the bushes, and the warm sun basking away a young boy's fears.
But then Quatre opened his eyes, and faced the reality.
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Author's Notes: This chapter is entirely due to my fantastic friend and muse Holly, who offered to take what I had written and type it. If I can bribe her into typing more often, I'll have faster updates!
This coming Sunday, the 9th, in my birthday, and it is also Prom weekend, so I won't have a lot of free time. I'll try to work hard and beg Holly to type again for me ^_^ Expect more Meiran, Wufei and Trieze in the next chapter! There WILL be a chapter nine, I promise!
I hope everyone's liking this series so far, I really appreciate all the reviews I'm getting!
Since no one said anything one way or another, I'll keep giving responses to reviews here in the notes.
D - ouch! I think Duo's rather noble in this chapter ^_^() in his own way
Pia Bartolini - This is my first attempt at 3+4 being the main pairing, usually I'm a die-hard 1x2 writer! Thank you! I'm actually impressed with the number of reviews I'm getting, but I'll gladly take more! ^_^ Oh, I here you! I want Heero just as much as you do!
Dark-English-Rose - ^_^ I love writing dialogue for Duo!
Tia - Darling... I love you ^_^() is this soon enough?
lil' mi1 - What will Quatre make of Heero? I can't wait!
Akennea - I will!
Duo's hanyou - yes, Duo's going to find out, but I won't give away what he does! Heero's going to appear eventually, don't you worry! I'm too much of a 1x2 fangirl to leave him out
Die Spitze - I see Trowa as a very protective person. Sandy does have a nice secret, but you'll have to wait!
Camillian and Patty 40 - Thanks ^_^ was this update soon enough? I'm trying, I swear!!
Cat - oh the problem isn't with the ideas, it's just getting them down on paper... and then typed up on the computer! I can write during my classes, but then I have to type it later...
Die Spitze - Two reviews for the same chapter?? I better update faster next time! ^_^
Merit Somnia - You betcha! Is this soon enough? ^_^() School kills my free time and my muses, but only a few more weeks and then NO MORE SCHOOL! (well, college)
And then to my MM.org readers!
Lord Koryuu - Actually, I don't think the two are anything alike. No offense, but have you even read "Asylum"? Maybe you should re-read it.
SweetasStrychnine - Thank you, I love your pen name!
pyrzm - Thank you, I can't wait for Heero and Trieze either! Unfortunately, they have a time and place for their grand entrances ^_^() my muses are very strict on that!
GoldenRat - You'll have to keep reading to find out! ^_^ I'll try to update quicker next time
animeotaku418 - I promised I'd update again! Heero *will* be in this 'fic, because I am a total 1x2 fangirl. A sociopath is someone who doesn't relate to society or social situations... kinda like a psychopath, only a psychopath lacks emotion (think Hannibal Lecter or Charles Mansion) A sociopath is really up there in terms of insanity. There is no cure, too, for a sociopath or psychopath.
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(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Eight: Group Therapy)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Group Therapy
-
Quatre clung close to his friends' side, darting glances out of the corner of his eye at the mulling groups of patients, nurses and doctors along the hall. This was to be his first time at a therapy here, and he uneasily thought about the clinic, and his treatment ther. Saint Helen's was a state-run hospital and, although one of the better adolescent hospitals, was still no where near as nice as the clinic, which was a private, expensive and exclusive.
He stole a glance over to Duo's laughing grin, Trowa's faint smile at the joke that had just been told, and Wufei...
"Wufei?" he asked, slowing his pace, not wanting to risk Duo getting ahead, but not wanting to leave the Chinese boy behind. Fortunately, Duo and Trowa turned back, curiosity evident in the braided boy's expression, a stoic acceptance on the other's. A vague confusion on his face, Wufei stopped walking as trance-like motions removed his glasses...
"Ah!" Duo said cheerfully. "Grab his arm, Tro. Dickie'll piss himself is we're late. As much as I'd enjoy watching that, I'm sure Quatre doesn't want to get on the quack's bad side right from the start."
"Is he...?" Quatre hesitated, hanging back and hugging Sandy close as Trowa and Duo each took one of Wufei's arms, leading him forward.
Twin bundles of inky hair, defined by elastic ties that snapped into place with a practiced grace. The vague look vanished, and Meiran jerked her arms free. "I don't need an escort, boys," she chided, tossing her head valiantly and causing the pigtails to bob and sway.
"Of course, m'lady," Duo smirked, as the four of them neared an open door. His went in without hesitation, but Quatre took one last look back at the now empty stretch of hallway behind them before following.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
The first thought that struck him as Quatre took in the room was that it was nothing like the clinic. However, group therapy had not been part of his treatment there. Folding chairs, perfectly arranged in a circle, occupied the majority of the space, right in the middle, and beyond that the room was sparsely furnished. An impressive oak desk crowded into the corner, an out of date computer sitting blank on the desk, fighting for space among open books and stacks of paper. Against the far wall, towering bookshelves broke up the dull expanse of white walls. Soft blue drapes framed the window that streamed in a pale, yellow sunlight.
Quatre turned his attention to the chairs as Trowa lazily took one, sinking into a slouch that seemed unusual for Quatre, so accustomed to the boy's aloof elegance. Three of the chairs were already filled by two young girls and a man who could only be the doctor. He was younger than Quatre would have thought, with light brown hair that fell around his soft face, gentle waves that went almost to his chin. Turning from conversation with one of the girls, the doctor smiled pleasantly and rose from his chair.
"So nice of you to join us, boys. Please take your seats," he said, gesturing to the remaining chairs. Quatre clung to Duo's shadow, wary of being noticed, but the doctor turned to him with the same easy smile in place. "Quatre, welcome. Have a seat where you wish, and we can get started."
Duo flashed him a wicked grin and threw himself into a chair, the metal creaking ominously under such harsh treatment. Meiran sat stiffly, hands folded and shoulders squared. Timidly, Quatre took the empty seat between Duo and Trowa. Directly across the circle, one of the girls was looking at him curiously, and he recognized the face from breakfast.
"Relena," the doctor said, addressing her. She turned her face to him with a glowing smile. "If you would please start. Everyone just say your name, please, so that Quatre may get to know us."
The girl tossed her long, flaxen hair and flashed a charming smile, "My name is Relena Darlian."
Next to Relena was an empty seat, and so everyone's attention turned to Meiran. She lifted her head in a challenging manner, "Meiran."
Doctor Richards nodded thoughtfully at hearing the name, and that was the only response from the group at the alternate personality's presence. Quatre realized they probably recognized her. Duo's turn came next, and he stood with a rather goofy formality. "My name is Duo Maxwell and I'm wearing black silk boxers with red embroidered dragons."
"That you stole from Wufei," Meiran muttered.
All eyes turned to Quatre, and his own eyes sought the floor with a desperate shyness. He hugged Sandy close, a fine, pale curtain of hair feathering around the edges of his vision, and felt his cheeks heat with embarrassment as the silence became strained.
Duo flung an arm around the younger boy's shoulders, "This is Quatre, my roommate. And this is Sandrock," he announced, gesturing vaguely.
The two girls exchanged glances, and the doctor's eyebrows raised as he jotted something down on the notebook in his lap.
"The bear," Duo clarified, in case any of them thought he might be referring to something -- or someone -- invisible.
Quatre's blush flared crimson, but he felt a rush of gratitude to his friend. Something held him back from speaking, some unknown fear, a lurking reluctance that raced his heart and still the tongue. It had been like that at the clinic; silence that hurt.
"Thank you, Duo," Doctor Richards said frostily, clipped words expressing his disapproval effectively.
"No problem, Dickie," Duo chirped back, earning a slight chuckle from Meiran and a furrowing of brows from the doctor.
"But perhaps in the future, you should let Quatre speak for himself," Richards continued, glossing the condescending words with his calm smile, a smile that Quatre was starting to dislike. "If you would, Quatre, introduce yourself to the group."
Again, all eyes were on him.
Waiting.
Panic flared.
He tried to calm himself, tried to form the words, but they refused to come, and he feared opening his mouth, lest he would be physically sick.
Everyone waited for him to speak.
Suddenly, a warm hand touched his thigh, and he lifted quavering aquamarines to find Trowa looking at him with... Comfort. Reassurance.
"Quatre," he whispered, hunching around Sandy as if to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible.
Satisfied, Richards turned to Trowa, and the atmosphere of he room changed; Relena and her friend exchanged glares, Duo glowered at the doctor, Merian's eyes danced and snapped with smoldering fury, Quatre lifted his head from his intent study of the floor, and Doctor Richards smiled impassively at Trowa, patience heavy on his young face.
For his part, Trowa stared up at the ceiling, face totally devoid of emotion. Silence overcame the group, and from the bored and amused looks on Relena and her friend (the former's bored countenance softened by a sympathetic smile) it was obvious this happened every time the doctor expected Trowa to speak. Duo broke the silence, his voice tinged with anger "Quatre already knows Trowa, Dickie."
"If you had any points, I'd remove them." Richards replied, silken voice caressing the threat. "That goes for you as well, Trowa." With a dismissive turn of his head, the doctor faced Relena's friend.
She smiled, almost smug, and lifted her head, the fluorescent light shining off her gold tresses. "Dorothy Catalonia," she purred.
Although the two girls, Relena and Dorothy, had the same, long, flaxen hair, they were obviously unrelated. Dorothy's eyebrows swooped up like a hawk's, giving her a hauty, sophisticated look her mannerisms did nothing to deny. Relena, however, had a gentle face, that of a doll, coddled and pampered. Her hands, delicate and pale, bore no signs of ever having swung a stick or thrown a ball in play. The long, manicured nails were frosted pink to match her outfit: penny-loafers white socks, a kneelength skirt, and a bubblegum pink cardigan. Twin braids swept back the hair from her face, letting the rest fall neatly down her back.
"And I am Doctor Richards. It's a pleasure to have you join us, Quatre, and I'm sure all your friends think the same. Now then, let's get started, we only have an hour after all. Quatre, let's--"
"Hey, Dickie," Duo called, smoothly interrupting the doctor. "I had a dream where I was a tree and these squirrels were on my branches. Then one of the squirrels put on a suit and ran to the office with a suitcase. The squirrel got stopped at security, and they searched the briefcase and found a bomb inside so the squirrel laughed just before the toaster was done," Duo rambled, and Quatre turned to look at his roommate in amazement.
Even Doctor Richards looked taken back for a moment, "I see, Duo."
"So, Dickie, I was wondering what it meant. The bomb worried me because the squirrel was friggin' armed. I mean, a squirrel, with a bomb, in a briefcase, although the fact that he was wearing a suit was pretty whacked out." Duo grinned impishly at the doctor.
Richards sighed, "However pleased I am that you chose to share that with the group, I'm afraid we don't have the time to get involved in a discussion of your dreams. Perhaps that is something you could bring up at individual therapy. As I was saying--"
An arm rose into the air. Startled, Richards and most of the group looked over to Meiran, her arm jutting up defiantly into the air. "Yes, Wufei?" he asked, blinking at the Chinese teen.
"Meiran," she corrected, lowering her arm. "Doctor Richards, I am very interested in finding out what Duo's dream meant. You see, I, too, have dreamt of squirrels. However, the squirrels in my dreams were on trees, and did not wear suits, nor did they have bombs in suitcases. Is there a correlation between Duo's and I's dreams, or are they unrelated but the appearance of squirrels?" she asked with a completely straight face and serious tone.
Doctor Richards took a moment to compose himself before replying, "I am not aware of any psychological meaning a squirrel may have. Again, thank you for sharing, but this is really a topic best left to your individual therapist. As I was saying--"
"Oh!" Relena cried suddenly, and everyone turned to look at her. "Doctor... how could you?" she wailed, pointing an accusing finger at Richards' desk.
Quatre saw no fault or cause for alarm on the desk, but Relena leapt up with another moan of dismay. She hurried over and hovered at the corner, one hand poised above the two coffee mugs that sat there. For a moment, no one spoke. No one moved. Relena's blue eyes faintly snapped with quiet rage as she stared defiantly at Richards.
"Relena," the doctor said at last with a great patience. "We've discussed this before. I let you set up the chairs and you do not comment on my desk."
"But, Doctor Richards, both of these mugs are used! I remember the white one was here Friday, and this blue one from yesterday. Oh, doctor, please!" she wailed, pulling her hand away in alarm. She turned to the rest of the desk, frantically straightening the papers and books into orderly, perfect rows.
Between the three of them, Duo, Meiran, and Relena, Doctor Richards was kept so busy he never got around to questioning Quatre. Duo, Quatre knew, deliberately provoked the doctor's attention away, and Meiran seemed a likely ally, but Relena helped the cause by accident. Before he knew it, Doctor Richards was interrupting Duo's shared rambling with, "Time's up, group. I'll see you all tomorrow and hopefully we can make some progress. Duo, please stay a minute."
"Sorry, Dickie, G's expecting me."
Richards smiled, "I'll write you a nice note. We have a few things to discuss, Duo."
Duo made another gesture when the doctor turned, then gave Trowa a level look full of meaning. Quatre looked between the two boys, but failed to catch the silent conversation. Trowa nodded and turned away, a slight indication of one hand signaling Quatre to follow. Meiran had already vanished, and the two girls had their matching golden heads together as they left, involved in a furious exchange of whispers.
Out in the hall, Quatre hurried up to match Trowa's large stride and yawned. With nothing to do for over three hours, a nap was looking nice. He felt tired, and not just sleepy tired, but a heavy, lethargic feeling. He missed his home, his big feather bed with clean cotton sheets. The rose gardens, his mother's gardens, her pride and joy. Now, in high summer, the roses would be big and full, petals fluttering off as more bloomed, crimson, pink, and yellow. He remembered the sound of his own footsteps against the path, the gentle wind trembling through the bushes, and the warm sun basking away a young boy's fears.
But then Quatre opened his eyes, and faced the reality.
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: This chapter is entirely due to my fantastic friend and muse Holly, who offered to take what I had written and type it. If I can bribe her into typing more often, I'll have faster updates!
This coming Sunday, the 9th, in my birthday, and it is also Prom weekend, so I won't have a lot of free time. I'll try to work hard and beg Holly to type again for me ^_^ Expect more Meiran, Wufei and Trieze in the next chapter! There WILL be a chapter nine, I promise!
I hope everyone's liking this series so far, I really appreciate all the reviews I'm getting!
Since no one said anything one way or another, I'll keep giving responses to reviews here in the notes.
D - ouch! I think Duo's rather noble in this chapter ^_^() in his own way
Pia Bartolini - This is my first attempt at 3+4 being the main pairing, usually I'm a die-hard 1x2 writer! Thank you! I'm actually impressed with the number of reviews I'm getting, but I'll gladly take more! ^_^ Oh, I here you! I want Heero just as much as you do!
Dark-English-Rose - ^_^ I love writing dialogue for Duo!
Tia - Darling... I love you ^_^() is this soon enough?
lil' mi1 - What will Quatre make of Heero? I can't wait!
Akennea - I will!
Duo's hanyou - yes, Duo's going to find out, but I won't give away what he does! Heero's going to appear eventually, don't you worry! I'm too much of a 1x2 fangirl to leave him out
Die Spitze - I see Trowa as a very protective person. Sandy does have a nice secret, but you'll have to wait!
Camillian and Patty 40 - Thanks ^_^ was this update soon enough? I'm trying, I swear!!
Cat - oh the problem isn't with the ideas, it's just getting them down on paper... and then typed up on the computer! I can write during my classes, but then I have to type it later...
Die Spitze - Two reviews for the same chapter?? I better update faster next time! ^_^
Merit Somnia - You betcha! Is this soon enough? ^_^() School kills my free time and my muses, but only a few more weeks and then NO MORE SCHOOL! (well, college)
And then to my MM.org readers!
Lord Koryuu - Actually, I don't think the two are anything alike. No offense, but have you even read "Asylum"? Maybe you should re-read it.
SweetasStrychnine - Thank you, I love your pen name!
pyrzm - Thank you, I can't wait for Heero and Trieze either! Unfortunately, they have a time and place for their grand entrances ^_^() my muses are very strict on that!
GoldenRat - You'll have to keep reading to find out! ^_^ I'll try to update quicker next time
animeotaku418 - I promised I'd update again! Heero *will* be in this 'fic, because I am a total 1x2 fangirl. A sociopath is someone who doesn't relate to society or social situations... kinda like a psychopath, only a psychopath lacks emotion (think Hannibal Lecter or Charles Mansion) A sociopath is really up there in terms of insanity. There is no cure, too, for a sociopath or psychopath.
SadisticAngel Noho - Thanks for trying again! I hate when computers just randomly shut down. I swear I'll be updating this as fast as I can! ::shifty eyes!::
Alexandra06 - Heero will be coming soon, I promise!
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