Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fly on Broken Wings ❯ Stunned ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
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at last!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.07.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 907 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 9-6-04
(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Nine: Stunned)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Stunned
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Idly combing out long raven hair, Meiran sat before the cramped writing desk. She plucked out a notebook from the drawer and opened it, flipping through the filled pages until she found a blank space. Slender fingers lowered the comb and selected a pen from the holder before Meiran began to write, neat print filling the lines.
-July 9th, 2:28pm
Went to group therapy. Quite uneventful, but it was Quatre's first time. He seemed nervous - quiet boy, isn't he? Duo got me to help him keep Doctor Richards away. Went very well. I think the doctor punished Duo later for it.
Trieze, you need to stop sulking. I guess I can forgive you for calling me a slant-eyed bitch. Will you forgive me for calling you a slut, even if you are one? As much as it pains me to admit it, the ward is too quiet without you.
Meiran flipped back a page to read Wufei's latest entry. The journal, Miss Une's idea, was kept dutifully by the three of them; Trieze reluctantly, Meiran casually, and Wufei with a crisp, professional's attention to details. When Trieze did bother to write at length, his entries covered subjects that Meiran, at least, could go without knowing.
-July 9th, 10:15am
Maxwell's roommate ate breakfast with us. Maxwell wants him to be part of our group. The doctors must agree for he is in our therapy session. At least Barton seems to like this addition to the group. I only find myself thinking that this roommate is at least better than the last. He is of my own age and does not talk much. Maxwell should follow this example.
After breakfast I showed Winner (Duo's new roommate) the schedule. The bear that he carries is named Sandy. No further information could be received from the boy about the bear. I do not care. I doubt he is the type to hide a knife or drugs.
Therapy with S was uneventful. I followed Doctor Une's advice and kept quiet. I do not think Doctor S appreciated my silence. I will report this to Doctor Une tomorrow.
Meiran rolled her eyes and jotted down a quick reply.
Wufei, I don't think that is what Miss Une meant when she said to hold your tongue. Remember last Friday, when you called S he was an effeminate weakling? I think Miss Une wanted you to keep those kind of comments to yourself. The flowers on his desk were from his children, after all, and besides
The pen fell from her hands, rolling off the desk. Elastic ties snapped away from black tresses.
Trieze smirked as he bent to collect the pen, twirling through nimble fingers as he straightened. Flipping the journal forward, he read Meiran's entry with a slight grin before starting a new line.
July 9th, 2:46pm
Forgiven, my darling.
Tossing the pen across the desk, Trieze admired his flourished handwriting before flipping back in the journal. Reading through the latest entries, he frowned. "Duo has a new roommate?" he mused aloud, a slow, contemplative smile flitting across his face. "How charming." Trieze retrieved the pen.
PS, what if I just call you a bitch and forgo the racial slur? Kisses! Trieze
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Quatre threw himself on the bed, fresh tears coming forth as he buried his face into the pillow. Curling around the pillow, he sobbed miserably with a complete and utter loss. His first therapy had been an disaster. His doctor, G, possessed a stone and shielded heart against tears and fears. Years with juvenile cases similar to Duo, those who scorned the sensitive and reassuring methods employed by some psychiatrists, those who sought ways to rebel, these case had given the doctor a firm stance.
Quatre had never had a chance.
Frustrated with Quatre's timid behavior, G had taken Sandy, explaining that if he cooperated, the bear would be returned... tomorrow. Quatre felt his bear's loss like a physical ache -- as if someone had cut his arm off, or ripped out his heart.
"I was informed of your refusal to take medication," G had said, Sandy on his desk. "Starting tonight, you will take your medicine after breakfast and dinner, without complaint.
For a long eternity Quatre had sat there, holding back tears, until their hour of therapy had been over. Now, he let them out. Gradually, his sobs dwindled away. This was by no means the first time Sandy had been used to coerce cooperation from him, but that didn't diminish the agony he felt at the separation.
"Knock-knock," came a voice from the doorway, and Quatre looked over to find Wufei standing there, casually leaning against the frame. "Mind if I come in?" he asked politely, running a hand back through long, loose black hair.
Quatre shook his head and sat upright, hugging the pillow to his chest.
Detaching himself from the doorway, Wufei crossed the small space and sat on the edge of the bed. He gave Quatre a quick once-over, and then nodded to himself. "Did you have a nasty session with G? Duo is forever complaining about him."
Surprised Wufei was able to discern his problem so quickly, Quatre nodded. "Y- yes," he managed, voice quavering ever so slightly. "He took Sandy."
Wufei looked confused for a moment before muttering, "Right, the bear. Oh, well," he said cheerfully, "brighten up. Not like it's the end of the world. Are you coming to dinner?" he asked, just before the chimes rang out for six o'clock.
"Do I have a choice?" Quatre whispered into the pillow, imagining a person of stronger will, someone like Duo, would be doing something to get Sandy back. Instead, all Quatre could do was weep and go right along with whatever they asked him.
He looked up to see Wufei had vanished. Had Wufei said something before leaving? Quatre stared in amazement at the now empty room, tears momentarily forgotten. A nurse passed by the doorway, giving Quatre a false smile, "Are you coming--" she paused to glance at the names beside the door "--Quatre? Hurry up, now! It's spaghetti night."
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"Bastards!" Duo growled, stabbing a fork at the pale worms covering his plate. The sign said "spaghetti," but Duo severely doubted that. Only ten minutes were left in the designated dinner hour, which meant his plate contained cold scrapings of whatever food the cooks could find. Duo wolfed it down without caring about the texture or taste, more distracted by blinding rage towards the quacks. First Richards pulling him aside for yet another talk, and then G having the nerve to do the same.
G! Of all the bastards here, he was among the worse. Not that Duo felt he couldn't handle the doctor, no, that wasn't the case at all. There wasn't a doctor out there who could control Duo. But G certainly tried, and tried with everyone, to assert himself in the doctor-patient relationship. Duo glared at his dinner plate, wishing desperately he had time to go and give G a piece of his mind.
While in the doctor's office just a few minutes ago, Duo couldn't help but see a certain teddy bear. A trophy, of sorts, to G's vile nature.
Shoving his tray aside, Duo leapt out of his seat only receive a glare from a passing nurse. Scowling darkly, he snatched up the tray and returned it before starting to leave. Just outside the cafeteria door, Wufei walked past him. No, not walked. Duo stopped walking and stared at the graceful stride, aristocratic lift of chin, and flowing black hair. No, not Wufei, either.
Duo abruptly changed directions and raced after the boy. "Hey!" he called, snagging a sleeve.
The boy turned, and the look on his face instantly confirmed Duo's fledgling suspicions. "Yes, Duo?"
"Haven't seen you in a while, Trieze," Duo said neutrally, regarding the alternate personality with evident distrust.
"Four days is hardly cause for concern."
"When you're involved, it is," Duo countered back, receiving a wry smile from Trieze. "Have you seen them?"
"How delightfully vague. Is incoherence another one of your charms I've overlooked up until now, or is this a newly found atribute? As for my answer, I probably have seen 'them,' but if so I don't remember. Of course, my answer could be more accurate if you so kindly told me who I'm looking for."
"Stop being a pompous ass. Trowa, and Quatre."
"No, and who?"
"My roommate," Duo said carefully, watching Trieze with sudden trepidation. Had Trieze already come across Quatre?
Trieze remained blank, "I didn't know you had a roommate. Does he wear a white bunny suit?"
"Fuck you. He's new. Little guy, blond hair."
"Haven't seen him."
Duo tried once more, "Wufei or Meiran must have mentioned him. He's been here since yesterday."
"I'm sure they have, but I doubt I was listening. I haven't read a thing since Wednesday. The world could have ended, for all I know. It hasn't, I assume," Trieze added, looking thoughtful.
"If you see him," Duo warned, leaning close, "he's off limits."
Trieze raised an eyebrow. "Really, now? Whatever happened to the charming Mr. Yuy? Tsk, tsk, Duo."
Duo flushed a deep pink, "That's not what I meant. He's my friend, Trieze, and he doesn't need you messing with him."
A thoughtful smile crossed Trieze's face before he turned away. "Whatever you say, Duo."
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"...no need to thank me!"
Aquamarine eyes snapped open, but with no discernible difference out of the darkness of sleep. Quatre lurched upright, utterly disoriented, and reached out a hand into the pitch black of the room. "What?" he whispered, unsure if the voice had been real.
"I said, no need to thank me!"
A relieved sigh escaped him as Quatre heard Duo's voice again, from somewhere on his left. He strained to see in the dark, but with no luck. "What time is it...?"
"Just past bedtime, hence why the lights are off. You've been asleep for a while, though. What, did you just take a nap right after dinner?"
"Yes," Quatre said slowly, the cloudy confusion of sleep only just starting to fade. "Where was everyone? Trowa and Wufei weren't at dinner, either, even though..." his voice trailed off as he thought again of Wufei's strange behavior earlier in the evening.
"Tada!" Duo's voice was suddenly closer, as he thrust something soft into Quatre's face. "The least you could do is notice!"
Quatre took the offered object, but sooner had his hands closed around it than he gave a soft gasp. "Sandy! But, how...?" he cradled the bear, fingertips lightly tracing around the cool glass eyes.
"No need to thank me!" the braided boy declared for a third time, sounding rather pleased with himself. His bed squeaked in protest as Duo threw his weight on it, bouncing a few times before collapsing back against the pillows. "Just call me Duo Maxwell, bear rescuer!"
"Duo... thank you, but..."
"But what? It's not the wrong bear, is it? Shit, that'd be just like G to use a duplicate! Or maybe he steals bears from all over the ward, for his evil experiments with frogs and tapioca!"
"No," Quatre hastened to say, ignoring the last part of Duo's ramble, "this is my Sandrock. But, Duo, won't Doctor G be upset that you stole him back? I wasn't supposed to get Sandy back until Doctor G said so."
Silence followed this statement, punctuated only by the thudding of Quatre's nervous heart. "Not that I don't appreciate it, Duo! It's just… I don't want you to get in trouble."
A short bark of laughter greeted Quatre's concerns, "Like I care about getting in trouble! They'd think I'd gone off my rocker if I actually started behaving myself. Don't worry, G's a pussycat."
Still, Quatre persisted, "What if he thinks I asked you? I'll get in trouble. You might not mind it, but I do..."
"Grow a spine!" Duo snapped, in a surprisingly harsh tone. "Just tell him the fucking magical fairies returned it to you or something! He'll figure it was me anyway, so no big deal! Don't give them what they want, Quatre, it only encourages them."
"Duo, it's their job to try and help us..."
"No!" the older boy snapped, causing Quatre to flinch back instinctively. "This isn't some fancy-ass clinic. This is nothing more than a way to keep us off the streets and out of normal, happy, sane people's lives. We're cast-offs of society, the kids so fucked in the head no one wants to try and fix them. Half of the kids here don't have families who care, don't have any other place to go. They teach us and feed us, and whatever else the state says they have to do. But that's it, Quatre. They don't love us, and they certainly don't give a shit whether we're happy. They barely care if we live or die.
You got your damn bear back, what more do you want? Should I return it to G with a note saying how sorry I am to mess up his grand plan to cure you. Do you want me to do that, Quatre? Do you?"
"No," Quatre answered in a very quiet voice. He lay back down, curling around Sandy stiffly. "Thank you, Duo." He stared wide-eyed into the darkness, fingers digging into the soft fur of the bear's stomach. "Good night, Duo," he said in a hollow tone.
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Author's Notes: I hope I didn't lose all my readers with that very, very long break between chapters. I'm very sorry. It's hard for me to write, but I'm trying my best. I apologize for the poor quality of this chapter. It written over a four month span... ick. Hopefully the next update will be much quicker, but I sadly cannot assure anything. I refuse to abandon this story, so there WILL be a chapter ten, I promise you. I really hope to receive any kind of comment at all from my loyal readers. It's so encouraging.
I'm very very sorry for the delay between updates. Please continue to read and support me, because it means so very, very much. I can never convey how grateful I am to have people actually enjoy my work.
Heero will be in the 'fic eventually. I am too much of a 1x2 fangirl for him not to be. I know you're probably getting tired of hearing me say that, but it's true. You just have to wait a bit longer. I promise I'll make it up to you.
I guess that's everything. Sorry for how much I ramble.
Please review and make a sad author smile. It'll help me get the next chapter out before Halloween. I hope.
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
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(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Nine: Stunned)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Stunned
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Idly combing out long raven hair, Meiran sat before the cramped writing desk. She plucked out a notebook from the drawer and opened it, flipping through the filled pages until she found a blank space. Slender fingers lowered the comb and selected a pen from the holder before Meiran began to write, neat print filling the lines.
-July 9th, 2:28pm
Went to group therapy. Quite uneventful, but it was Quatre's first time. He seemed nervous - quiet boy, isn't he? Duo got me to help him keep Doctor Richards away. Went very well. I think the doctor punished Duo later for it.
Trieze, you need to stop sulking. I guess I can forgive you for calling me a slant-eyed bitch. Will you forgive me for calling you a slut, even if you are one? As much as it pains me to admit it, the ward is too quiet without you.
Meiran flipped back a page to read Wufei's latest entry. The journal, Miss Une's idea, was kept dutifully by the three of them; Trieze reluctantly, Meiran casually, and Wufei with a crisp, professional's attention to details. When Trieze did bother to write at length, his entries covered subjects that Meiran, at least, could go without knowing.
-July 9th, 10:15am
Maxwell's roommate ate breakfast with us. Maxwell wants him to be part of our group. The doctors must agree for he is in our therapy session. At least Barton seems to like this addition to the group. I only find myself thinking that this roommate is at least better than the last. He is of my own age and does not talk much. Maxwell should follow this example.
After breakfast I showed Winner (Duo's new roommate) the schedule. The bear that he carries is named Sandy. No further information could be received from the boy about the bear. I do not care. I doubt he is the type to hide a knife or drugs.
Therapy with S was uneventful. I followed Doctor Une's advice and kept quiet. I do not think Doctor S appreciated my silence. I will report this to Doctor Une tomorrow.
Meiran rolled her eyes and jotted down a quick reply.
Wufei, I don't think that is what Miss Une meant when she said to hold your tongue. Remember last Friday, when you called S he was an effeminate weakling? I think Miss Une wanted you to keep those kind of comments to yourself. The flowers on his desk were from his children, after all, and besides
The pen fell from her hands, rolling off the desk. Elastic ties snapped away from black tresses.
Trieze smirked as he bent to collect the pen, twirling through nimble fingers as he straightened. Flipping the journal forward, he read Meiran's entry with a slight grin before starting a new line.
July 9th, 2:46pm
Forgiven, my darling.
Tossing the pen across the desk, Trieze admired his flourished handwriting before flipping back in the journal. Reading through the latest entries, he frowned. "Duo has a new roommate?" he mused aloud, a slow, contemplative smile flitting across his face. "How charming." Trieze retrieved the pen.
PS, what if I just call you a bitch and forgo the racial slur? Kisses! Trieze
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Quatre threw himself on the bed, fresh tears coming forth as he buried his face into the pillow. Curling around the pillow, he sobbed miserably with a complete and utter loss. His first therapy had been an disaster. His doctor, G, possessed a stone and shielded heart against tears and fears. Years with juvenile cases similar to Duo, those who scorned the sensitive and reassuring methods employed by some psychiatrists, those who sought ways to rebel, these case had given the doctor a firm stance.
Quatre had never had a chance.
Frustrated with Quatre's timid behavior, G had taken Sandy, explaining that if he cooperated, the bear would be returned... tomorrow. Quatre felt his bear's loss like a physical ache -- as if someone had cut his arm off, or ripped out his heart.
"I was informed of your refusal to take medication," G had said, Sandy on his desk. "Starting tonight, you will take your medicine after breakfast and dinner, without complaint.
For a long eternity Quatre had sat there, holding back tears, until their hour of therapy had been over. Now, he let them out. Gradually, his sobs dwindled away. This was by no means the first time Sandy had been used to coerce cooperation from him, but that didn't diminish the agony he felt at the separation.
"Knock-knock," came a voice from the doorway, and Quatre looked over to find Wufei standing there, casually leaning against the frame. "Mind if I come in?" he asked politely, running a hand back through long, loose black hair.
Quatre shook his head and sat upright, hugging the pillow to his chest.
Detaching himself from the doorway, Wufei crossed the small space and sat on the edge of the bed. He gave Quatre a quick once-over, and then nodded to himself. "Did you have a nasty session with G? Duo is forever complaining about him."
Surprised Wufei was able to discern his problem so quickly, Quatre nodded. "Y- yes," he managed, voice quavering ever so slightly. "He took Sandy."
Wufei looked confused for a moment before muttering, "Right, the bear. Oh, well," he said cheerfully, "brighten up. Not like it's the end of the world. Are you coming to dinner?" he asked, just before the chimes rang out for six o'clock.
"Do I have a choice?" Quatre whispered into the pillow, imagining a person of stronger will, someone like Duo, would be doing something to get Sandy back. Instead, all Quatre could do was weep and go right along with whatever they asked him.
He looked up to see Wufei had vanished. Had Wufei said something before leaving? Quatre stared in amazement at the now empty room, tears momentarily forgotten. A nurse passed by the doorway, giving Quatre a false smile, "Are you coming--" she paused to glance at the names beside the door "--Quatre? Hurry up, now! It's spaghetti night."
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"Bastards!" Duo growled, stabbing a fork at the pale worms covering his plate. The sign said "spaghetti," but Duo severely doubted that. Only ten minutes were left in the designated dinner hour, which meant his plate contained cold scrapings of whatever food the cooks could find. Duo wolfed it down without caring about the texture or taste, more distracted by blinding rage towards the quacks. First Richards pulling him aside for yet another talk, and then G having the nerve to do the same.
G! Of all the bastards here, he was among the worse. Not that Duo felt he couldn't handle the doctor, no, that wasn't the case at all. There wasn't a doctor out there who could control Duo. But G certainly tried, and tried with everyone, to assert himself in the doctor-patient relationship. Duo glared at his dinner plate, wishing desperately he had time to go and give G a piece of his mind.
While in the doctor's office just a few minutes ago, Duo couldn't help but see a certain teddy bear. A trophy, of sorts, to G's vile nature.
Shoving his tray aside, Duo leapt out of his seat only receive a glare from a passing nurse. Scowling darkly, he snatched up the tray and returned it before starting to leave. Just outside the cafeteria door, Wufei walked past him. No, not walked. Duo stopped walking and stared at the graceful stride, aristocratic lift of chin, and flowing black hair. No, not Wufei, either.
Duo abruptly changed directions and raced after the boy. "Hey!" he called, snagging a sleeve.
The boy turned, and the look on his face instantly confirmed Duo's fledgling suspicions. "Yes, Duo?"
"Haven't seen you in a while, Trieze," Duo said neutrally, regarding the alternate personality with evident distrust.
"Four days is hardly cause for concern."
"When you're involved, it is," Duo countered back, receiving a wry smile from Trieze. "Have you seen them?"
"How delightfully vague. Is incoherence another one of your charms I've overlooked up until now, or is this a newly found atribute? As for my answer, I probably have seen 'them,' but if so I don't remember. Of course, my answer could be more accurate if you so kindly told me who I'm looking for."
"Stop being a pompous ass. Trowa, and Quatre."
"No, and who?"
"My roommate," Duo said carefully, watching Trieze with sudden trepidation. Had Trieze already come across Quatre?
Trieze remained blank, "I didn't know you had a roommate. Does he wear a white bunny suit?"
"Fuck you. He's new. Little guy, blond hair."
"Haven't seen him."
Duo tried once more, "Wufei or Meiran must have mentioned him. He's been here since yesterday."
"I'm sure they have, but I doubt I was listening. I haven't read a thing since Wednesday. The world could have ended, for all I know. It hasn't, I assume," Trieze added, looking thoughtful.
"If you see him," Duo warned, leaning close, "he's off limits."
Trieze raised an eyebrow. "Really, now? Whatever happened to the charming Mr. Yuy? Tsk, tsk, Duo."
Duo flushed a deep pink, "That's not what I meant. He's my friend, Trieze, and he doesn't need you messing with him."
A thoughtful smile crossed Trieze's face before he turned away. "Whatever you say, Duo."
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"...no need to thank me!"
Aquamarine eyes snapped open, but with no discernible difference out of the darkness of sleep. Quatre lurched upright, utterly disoriented, and reached out a hand into the pitch black of the room. "What?" he whispered, unsure if the voice had been real.
"I said, no need to thank me!"
A relieved sigh escaped him as Quatre heard Duo's voice again, from somewhere on his left. He strained to see in the dark, but with no luck. "What time is it...?"
"Just past bedtime, hence why the lights are off. You've been asleep for a while, though. What, did you just take a nap right after dinner?"
"Yes," Quatre said slowly, the cloudy confusion of sleep only just starting to fade. "Where was everyone? Trowa and Wufei weren't at dinner, either, even though..." his voice trailed off as he thought again of Wufei's strange behavior earlier in the evening.
"Tada!" Duo's voice was suddenly closer, as he thrust something soft into Quatre's face. "The least you could do is notice!"
Quatre took the offered object, but sooner had his hands closed around it than he gave a soft gasp. "Sandy! But, how...?" he cradled the bear, fingertips lightly tracing around the cool glass eyes.
"No need to thank me!" the braided boy declared for a third time, sounding rather pleased with himself. His bed squeaked in protest as Duo threw his weight on it, bouncing a few times before collapsing back against the pillows. "Just call me Duo Maxwell, bear rescuer!"
"Duo... thank you, but..."
"But what? It's not the wrong bear, is it? Shit, that'd be just like G to use a duplicate! Or maybe he steals bears from all over the ward, for his evil experiments with frogs and tapioca!"
"No," Quatre hastened to say, ignoring the last part of Duo's ramble, "this is my Sandrock. But, Duo, won't Doctor G be upset that you stole him back? I wasn't supposed to get Sandy back until Doctor G said so."
Silence followed this statement, punctuated only by the thudding of Quatre's nervous heart. "Not that I don't appreciate it, Duo! It's just… I don't want you to get in trouble."
A short bark of laughter greeted Quatre's concerns, "Like I care about getting in trouble! They'd think I'd gone off my rocker if I actually started behaving myself. Don't worry, G's a pussycat."
Still, Quatre persisted, "What if he thinks I asked you? I'll get in trouble. You might not mind it, but I do..."
"Grow a spine!" Duo snapped, in a surprisingly harsh tone. "Just tell him the fucking magical fairies returned it to you or something! He'll figure it was me anyway, so no big deal! Don't give them what they want, Quatre, it only encourages them."
"Duo, it's their job to try and help us..."
"No!" the older boy snapped, causing Quatre to flinch back instinctively. "This isn't some fancy-ass clinic. This is nothing more than a way to keep us off the streets and out of normal, happy, sane people's lives. We're cast-offs of society, the kids so fucked in the head no one wants to try and fix them. Half of the kids here don't have families who care, don't have any other place to go. They teach us and feed us, and whatever else the state says they have to do. But that's it, Quatre. They don't love us, and they certainly don't give a shit whether we're happy. They barely care if we live or die.
You got your damn bear back, what more do you want? Should I return it to G with a note saying how sorry I am to mess up his grand plan to cure you. Do you want me to do that, Quatre? Do you?"
"No," Quatre answered in a very quiet voice. He lay back down, curling around Sandy stiffly. "Thank you, Duo." He stared wide-eyed into the darkness, fingers digging into the soft fur of the bear's stomach. "Good night, Duo," he said in a hollow tone.
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Author's Notes: I hope I didn't lose all my readers with that very, very long break between chapters. I'm very sorry. It's hard for me to write, but I'm trying my best. I apologize for the poor quality of this chapter. It written over a four month span... ick. Hopefully the next update will be much quicker, but I sadly cannot assure anything. I refuse to abandon this story, so there WILL be a chapter ten, I promise you. I really hope to receive any kind of comment at all from my loyal readers. It's so encouraging.
I'm very very sorry for the delay between updates. Please continue to read and support me, because it means so very, very much. I can never convey how grateful I am to have people actually enjoy my work.
Heero will be in the 'fic eventually. I am too much of a 1x2 fangirl for him not to be. I know you're probably getting tired of hearing me say that, but it's true. You just have to wait a bit longer. I promise I'll make it up to you.
I guess that's everything. Sorry for how much I ramble.
Please review and make a sad author smile. It'll help me get the next chapter out before Halloween. I hope.
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2004 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - Violet Nyte (no email right now!)
shameless plug - visit my website
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net