Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fly on Broken Wings ❯ Disaster ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
uploaded the beta-chapter on accident, it's fixed now.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.12.2004 | Updated On: 09.13.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 860 | Status: Work In Progress
uploaded the beta-chapter on accident, it's fixed now.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.12.2004 | Updated On: 09.13.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 860 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 9-13-04
(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Ten: Disaster)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Disaster
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Grey rooftop stretched out before unblinking eyes, the gentle kiss of the sun hot across his neck. A warm breeze ruffled hair stiff with drying blood, as aquamarine hues pooled crystal tears. Falling...
"Ah!" Quatre gasped awake, heart thudding in his chest as he registered someone staring down at him.
"Awake?" his roommate asked, that long chestnut braid of his trailing down over his shoulder and across Quatre's chest.
Quatre nodded, terrified, remembering the words which had chased him down into slumber. Instead of looking angry, however, Duo wore a wide jester's grin below bright amethyst eyes, darkly circled due to lack of sleep. "Good morning?" Quatre tried weakly, wondering how long Duo had been sitting there.
"Good morning!" Duo returned brightly. "I was hoping you'd wake up sooner, but I didn't have the heart to make you. You're cute when you sleep," he said, shamelessly tweaking Quatre's cheek with his fingers. "Listen," Duo continued, suddenly serious, "about last night..."
"No!" Quatre hastened to object, sitting upright. "It's all my fault, I should have been more grateful. I'm very sorry."
"Stop it," the older boy commanded, pressing a finger against Quatre's nose. "I was a bastard. You should have thrown that teddy bear at my head in hope of knocking sense into me. I'm not always my best at night, all that creative flow tends to leave me whacked for emotions. The joy of being bipolar! Twice the emotions in half the time!" Duo grinned in a way that made Quatre uneasy, despite the cheer of the words.
"It's really all right," Quatre insisted, digging Sandrock out from the covers.
Duo frowned, concerned. "You can't just let people walk all over you, even me. Seriously, Quatre, next time I'm being a jerk just hit me, or go get Wufei or Tro and let them smack sense into me. Okay?"
When the young blond hesitated, Duo pressed a finger against Quatre's nose. "Beep! Time's up! The correct answer was, 'Yes, Duo, if you're ever a meanie to me I'll kick you in the nuts!' ...Actually, don't, that would really hurt. I'm pretty thick-headed, so, stick to a smack upside the head."
"Okay, Duo," Quatre laughed softly.
"Today's breakfast is biscuits and gravy, one of my favorites! Gravy makes an awesome projectile, especially when coated over a rock-hard biscuit!" Duo blabbed, bouncing over to his part of the room. "I wonder what would happen if I smacked 'Lena in the face with one..."
"Who is..." Quatre started to ask, but was interrupted by a knock on the door. Without waiting for an actual response, a nurse and two orderlies opened the door; the nurse walked in while the two men hovered in the doorway. Quatre glanced to Duo who, for some reason, look truly worried, face pale as milk.
"Duo, please come with me," the nurse said without preamble, gesturing with one hand. Quatre stared in amazement between the nurse and his roommate as the braided boy went forward without complaint. The nurse gently took his arm and led him from the room, the orderlies following into step.
Quatre tentatively followed, halting at the doorway and peering out as they went down the hall towards the nurse's station. There were few patients in the halls, and a quick glance to one of the clocks showed it was half-way through the breakfast hour. After watching Duo be led out of view, Quatre ducked back into the room and quickly changed clothes, leaving his pajamas on the floor in his haste.
Finger-combing golden strands down into a somewhat respectable look, Quatre hurried towards the cafeteria, pausing as he passed the nurse's station. Of his roommate, however, there was no sign. Quatre entered the food line and impatiently grabbed his breakfast which, as Duo had suggested, would make for a nice ranged attack.
"Good morning," said Wufei (at least, Quatre was fairly certain that was the personality inhabiting the Chinese youth) as Quatre sat down.
Trowa merely glanced up from his tray, but otherwise made no other gesture of welcome.
"They took Duo," Quatre blurted out as soon as he was seated.
Wufei raises one finely arched brow, "The aliens?"
Through his bangs, Trowa shot Wufei a heated glare that caused the Chinese boy to redden with chagrin.
"Duo looked really worried," Quatre insisted, not appreciating the jest when the matter seemed so serious.
"He probably pissed off Doctor Richards again. I hate it when Maxwell gets like this. I hate to admit it, but I really do hope that psychotic fool Maxwell's so entranced with shows up soon. Maybe that will calm him down."
"What do you mean?" Quatre asked. "Is Duo not usually a troublemaker?"
"If Maxwell let the doctors help him he would be much better off. His condition is treatable with medication, and there is a good chance he could be released if he just behaved himself. Alas, Maxwell seems content to do everything in his power to prolong his stay."
Quatre started to comment, but was distracted by the look on Trowa's face as he stared at Wufei. Emerald eyes glistened with unspoken anger, mingled with desperate sorrow, and Quatre suddenly got the impression that Trowa, if he could talk, would be correcting Wufei's analysis.
"It isn't his fault," Quatre interjected softly, surprising himself. "Since Duo's here that means he needs help. He's sick. ...Right?"
Trowa gave the smallest of nods, but Wufei merely snorted slightly, looking away. The fact that Wufei and Trowa, who were Duo's close friends, didn't seem concerned about the morning's events reassured Quatre, but he still kept a careful eye out for the older boy.
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He doesn't look angry... Quatre though as he, Trowa and Meiran filed into group therapy that afternoon. Doctor Richards stood behind his chair, hands gripping the metal back as he talked with Dorothy. Relena was already seated, eyeing the doctor's crooked tie with a strained gleam in her eyes. Richards glanced over as they entered and seemed grateful to send Dorothy to her seat.
"Where's Duo?" the doctor asked, eyes sweeping over the three of them.
Meiran twirled a lock of inky hair around her finger. "Don't you know? Did you forget to let him out of the quiet room again?"
Quatre stared at her in surprise, and then cast an incredulous look to the doctor, hoping he would deny the 'again' part of her question. Instead, Richards merely looked perplexed, "No one told me Duo would be absent from today's group. He better not be skipping."
Head ducked down against Sandy, Quatre frantically wished for the doctor to focus on anything other than him. I don't know where Duo is! he thought frantically, hoping the doctor wouldn't ask him.
This seemed to work, as Richards glanced at his watch with a sigh. "We'll just have to start without him. I thought for sure today's activity would interest Duo especially," he explained with a warm smile. "Everyone, please stand and line up," the doctor commanded, coming around the circle of chairs to the door.
"If he's making us go hug trees, I swear I'll scream," Meiran muttered as they shuffled into a messy sort of line. Trowa stood hunched, hands in his pockets, and Quatre hovered behind the silent youth, trying to use him as a shield. The two girls stood at the head of the line, Relena still staring at Richards's tie.
"Okay, everyone, stay together and follow me," Richards beckoned them forward, out of the group room and out of the therapy wing. Quatre kept his head down, watching the back of Trowa's feet to keep his way, and didn't notice when Dorothy fell back to walk belong beside him.
"Did he make a run for it again?" she asked after a moment, causing Quatre to glance up in surprise.
He merely stared at her, tongue-tied, before inching closer to Trowa and shaking his head, golden strands dancing just outside his range of vision. Dorothy frowned, closing in on the pursuit, "You'd tell me if he did, wouldn't you?"
Trowa slowed his step enough to fall back between the two, the action causing the girl to side-step out of the way. The one visible emerald eye gave Dorothy a look more eloquent than words could ever hope to be and, suitably rebuked, she went back to walking along side Relena. Grateful, Quatre gave the taller boy a shy smile, but Trowa wasn't looking at him.
"Here we are," Doctor Richards announced, pushing open a door to what looked like an art studio. Easels were arranged about the room, which was well-lit by a row of windows along the far wall. "I thought we'd try something expressive and creative. Everyone, pick a spot and we can get started."
The five of them shuffled around in mute obedience as Richards went over to the supply cabinets. Quatre picked a spot near the middle where he could easily look out the window, and found himself right beside Dorothy. Near the window Quatre could see out of, Trowa stood in front of his easel, back to the wall. Their eyes met over the easels, and Quatre once again offered a timid smile.
Trowa broke the gaze, staring down at his canvas with a blank look.
"Everyone found a place? Yes?" Richards queried, standing at a small table and depositing a variety of paints and brushes. "Using whatever medium you feel appropriate, I would like everyone to paint a self-portrait. Don't paint yourself as how others see you, however, but as how you see yourself. Your picture should be very different from what you see in the mirror. Express emotions over appearance, and please feel free to get creative! We'll be working on these all week, so take your time."
No one moved.
"Come get your supplies and set to work," Richards implored, and Dorothy immediately started up towards the front. Quatre and the others followed her, until they were all clustered around the table rooting through the supplies.
"I should do mine in blood," Dorothy muttered, earning a nervous laugh from Relena.
Meiran stood back from the table, dark eyes narrowed on Doctor Richards with a startling intensity. Sensing her gaze, the doctor turned and raised one brow. "Yes, Wufei?"
"Meiran," she corrected in a mumble, turning away as if distracted by something. She grabbed up a box of charcoal and headed back to her canvas, shooting dark looks at the doctor as she went.
Still staring at the paints, Quatre suddenly realized he and Relena were the only ones not back at their easels. Blushing, Quatre snagged a case of watercolors and a few brushes before going over to the sink for a cup of water. The skin prickled along the back of his neck as the Doctor's gaze followed him across the room.
Faced with an expanse of open canvas, Quatre found his mind equally blank. He knew well what he looked like in a mirror, but Doctor Richards specifically said not to duplicate that sort of image. What did he feel he looked like, from a creative standpoint?
Quatre tucked Sandrock under his arm and busied himself arranging his supplies, in order to at least look like he was working. He glanced over to see Dorothy carefully tracing a design on her picture with a pencil, but an open set of oil pastels on her easel. Hastily, Quatre set his brush down. What if he messed up? Better to first outline and then paint.
"Relena, please pick a medium to work with," Doctor Richards said, going over to where the girl still stood, by the supplies.
"They're all so imprecise," Relena replied in a pained voice, "and very messy."
Richards smiled, "Creativity is rarely a neat and proper thing, Relena. In order to fully express yourself, perhaps you need to get your hands dirty."
Relena looked absolutely scandalized.
"Try the crayons," Richards said with a sigh.
Gingerly, Relena picked up the box and returned to her easel, carefully setting the box on her easel. She looked very reluctant to start her project, however, and kept shooting the doctor surreptitious glances. Richards began to walk around behind them, observing in a sly manner that made Quatre nervous.
He still didn't have much started, just a few eraser marks and smudges. Maybe he could paint Sandrock for his picture. That certainly described him, in a way. No, that was a stupid idea. Quatre chewed thoughtfully on the tip of his pencil, glancing up at the window just in time to catch Trowa staring at him.
The emerald eye not hidden away by the thick brush of bangs refused to look away, even when Quatre flushed a soft pink from the intensity of that gaze. A shiver ran down his spine as his heart thudded hard in his throat; he longed to call out to Trowa, but...
The older boy's gaze fell away, sliding over to stare beyond the young blond and away, towards the door. Aquamarines followed just in time to see a flutter of chestnut braid at the edge of vision; Quatre turned more to watch Duo's silent prowl through the room. The boy's head was lowered, a fringe of cinnamon obscuring his face, which was unnaturally solemn. He stopped at the empty easel on Quatre's right just as Doctor Richards finally took sight of him.
"All right, Duo, where have you been?" Richards demanded, abandoning his quite conversation with Meiran to walk over.
Duo lifted his head, eyes puffed and rimmed with red, to glare at the doctor. However, the boy held his silence, lowering his attention back down to the canvas. He raised a hand and pressed it to the white expanse, fingers spread out in a fan before his hand slid down to the easel's base.
Doctor Richards swooped down on him, "Did you bring a note? If you had any points, I'd dock them from you for being late. You will receive no credit for this session, and I'll be talking to Doctor G about your behavior recently. Furthermore--"
"Fuck off."
Richards fell silent, agape at Duo as if doubting his own hearing. "I'm sorry?" he said in a tone that suggested Duo better apologize.
"I said," Duo snarled, lifting his head again to affix the doctor with a heated, sullen glare. "Fuck. Off."
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Author's Notes: I think I worked out all the format problems. If the separators disappear again, don't worry I'll try and fix it.
Uh, cliffhanger! Very sorry, but it just wouldn't fit otherwise. Although it shouldn't take me too terribly long to get the next chapter written. I got screwed at work with only two shifts this week, so I'll have free time. Oh, well. I'm kinda proud I got this chapter out so quickly. Heh. I hope can I get the next one out within a week.
Thank you everyone for your kind words, especially everyone who said they understood it was taking me time to get the chapters out. It made me work extra hard not to let you guys down! Just briefly:
1) Kimiki -- I've never been to the Orange Bowl since it's in Florida. I hope you don't have Oklahoma State confused with Oklahoma University. OU plays at the Orange Bowl most years, we don't.
2) I forgot to explain a joke in the last chapter. When Trieze says " 'I didn't know you had a roommate. Does he wear a white bunny suit?' " it was a reference to the play Harvey, about a man whose imaginary friend is a big white bunny. Yeah. I thought it was funny.
See ya next chapter! Remember, reviews make me happy and help the chapters get out much quicker!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2004 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
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(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Ten: Disaster)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Disaster
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Grey rooftop stretched out before unblinking eyes, the gentle kiss of the sun hot across his neck. A warm breeze ruffled hair stiff with drying blood, as aquamarine hues pooled crystal tears. Falling...
"Ah!" Quatre gasped awake, heart thudding in his chest as he registered someone staring down at him.
"Awake?" his roommate asked, that long chestnut braid of his trailing down over his shoulder and across Quatre's chest.
Quatre nodded, terrified, remembering the words which had chased him down into slumber. Instead of looking angry, however, Duo wore a wide jester's grin below bright amethyst eyes, darkly circled due to lack of sleep. "Good morning?" Quatre tried weakly, wondering how long Duo had been sitting there.
"Good morning!" Duo returned brightly. "I was hoping you'd wake up sooner, but I didn't have the heart to make you. You're cute when you sleep," he said, shamelessly tweaking Quatre's cheek with his fingers. "Listen," Duo continued, suddenly serious, "about last night..."
"No!" Quatre hastened to object, sitting upright. "It's all my fault, I should have been more grateful. I'm very sorry."
"Stop it," the older boy commanded, pressing a finger against Quatre's nose. "I was a bastard. You should have thrown that teddy bear at my head in hope of knocking sense into me. I'm not always my best at night, all that creative flow tends to leave me whacked for emotions. The joy of being bipolar! Twice the emotions in half the time!" Duo grinned in a way that made Quatre uneasy, despite the cheer of the words.
"It's really all right," Quatre insisted, digging Sandrock out from the covers.
Duo frowned, concerned. "You can't just let people walk all over you, even me. Seriously, Quatre, next time I'm being a jerk just hit me, or go get Wufei or Tro and let them smack sense into me. Okay?"
When the young blond hesitated, Duo pressed a finger against Quatre's nose. "Beep! Time's up! The correct answer was, 'Yes, Duo, if you're ever a meanie to me I'll kick you in the nuts!' ...Actually, don't, that would really hurt. I'm pretty thick-headed, so, stick to a smack upside the head."
"Okay, Duo," Quatre laughed softly.
"Today's breakfast is biscuits and gravy, one of my favorites! Gravy makes an awesome projectile, especially when coated over a rock-hard biscuit!" Duo blabbed, bouncing over to his part of the room. "I wonder what would happen if I smacked 'Lena in the face with one..."
"Who is..." Quatre started to ask, but was interrupted by a knock on the door. Without waiting for an actual response, a nurse and two orderlies opened the door; the nurse walked in while the two men hovered in the doorway. Quatre glanced to Duo who, for some reason, look truly worried, face pale as milk.
"Duo, please come with me," the nurse said without preamble, gesturing with one hand. Quatre stared in amazement between the nurse and his roommate as the braided boy went forward without complaint. The nurse gently took his arm and led him from the room, the orderlies following into step.
Quatre tentatively followed, halting at the doorway and peering out as they went down the hall towards the nurse's station. There were few patients in the halls, and a quick glance to one of the clocks showed it was half-way through the breakfast hour. After watching Duo be led out of view, Quatre ducked back into the room and quickly changed clothes, leaving his pajamas on the floor in his haste.
Finger-combing golden strands down into a somewhat respectable look, Quatre hurried towards the cafeteria, pausing as he passed the nurse's station. Of his roommate, however, there was no sign. Quatre entered the food line and impatiently grabbed his breakfast which, as Duo had suggested, would make for a nice ranged attack.
"Good morning," said Wufei (at least, Quatre was fairly certain that was the personality inhabiting the Chinese youth) as Quatre sat down.
Trowa merely glanced up from his tray, but otherwise made no other gesture of welcome.
"They took Duo," Quatre blurted out as soon as he was seated.
Wufei raises one finely arched brow, "The aliens?"
Through his bangs, Trowa shot Wufei a heated glare that caused the Chinese boy to redden with chagrin.
"Duo looked really worried," Quatre insisted, not appreciating the jest when the matter seemed so serious.
"He probably pissed off Doctor Richards again. I hate it when Maxwell gets like this. I hate to admit it, but I really do hope that psychotic fool Maxwell's so entranced with shows up soon. Maybe that will calm him down."
"What do you mean?" Quatre asked. "Is Duo not usually a troublemaker?"
"If Maxwell let the doctors help him he would be much better off. His condition is treatable with medication, and there is a good chance he could be released if he just behaved himself. Alas, Maxwell seems content to do everything in his power to prolong his stay."
Quatre started to comment, but was distracted by the look on Trowa's face as he stared at Wufei. Emerald eyes glistened with unspoken anger, mingled with desperate sorrow, and Quatre suddenly got the impression that Trowa, if he could talk, would be correcting Wufei's analysis.
"It isn't his fault," Quatre interjected softly, surprising himself. "Since Duo's here that means he needs help. He's sick. ...Right?"
Trowa gave the smallest of nods, but Wufei merely snorted slightly, looking away. The fact that Wufei and Trowa, who were Duo's close friends, didn't seem concerned about the morning's events reassured Quatre, but he still kept a careful eye out for the older boy.
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He doesn't look angry... Quatre though as he, Trowa and Meiran filed into group therapy that afternoon. Doctor Richards stood behind his chair, hands gripping the metal back as he talked with Dorothy. Relena was already seated, eyeing the doctor's crooked tie with a strained gleam in her eyes. Richards glanced over as they entered and seemed grateful to send Dorothy to her seat.
"Where's Duo?" the doctor asked, eyes sweeping over the three of them.
Meiran twirled a lock of inky hair around her finger. "Don't you know? Did you forget to let him out of the quiet room again?"
Quatre stared at her in surprise, and then cast an incredulous look to the doctor, hoping he would deny the 'again' part of her question. Instead, Richards merely looked perplexed, "No one told me Duo would be absent from today's group. He better not be skipping."
Head ducked down against Sandy, Quatre frantically wished for the doctor to focus on anything other than him. I don't know where Duo is! he thought frantically, hoping the doctor wouldn't ask him.
This seemed to work, as Richards glanced at his watch with a sigh. "We'll just have to start without him. I thought for sure today's activity would interest Duo especially," he explained with a warm smile. "Everyone, please stand and line up," the doctor commanded, coming around the circle of chairs to the door.
"If he's making us go hug trees, I swear I'll scream," Meiran muttered as they shuffled into a messy sort of line. Trowa stood hunched, hands in his pockets, and Quatre hovered behind the silent youth, trying to use him as a shield. The two girls stood at the head of the line, Relena still staring at Richards's tie.
"Okay, everyone, stay together and follow me," Richards beckoned them forward, out of the group room and out of the therapy wing. Quatre kept his head down, watching the back of Trowa's feet to keep his way, and didn't notice when Dorothy fell back to walk belong beside him.
"Did he make a run for it again?" she asked after a moment, causing Quatre to glance up in surprise.
He merely stared at her, tongue-tied, before inching closer to Trowa and shaking his head, golden strands dancing just outside his range of vision. Dorothy frowned, closing in on the pursuit, "You'd tell me if he did, wouldn't you?"
Trowa slowed his step enough to fall back between the two, the action causing the girl to side-step out of the way. The one visible emerald eye gave Dorothy a look more eloquent than words could ever hope to be and, suitably rebuked, she went back to walking along side Relena. Grateful, Quatre gave the taller boy a shy smile, but Trowa wasn't looking at him.
"Here we are," Doctor Richards announced, pushing open a door to what looked like an art studio. Easels were arranged about the room, which was well-lit by a row of windows along the far wall. "I thought we'd try something expressive and creative. Everyone, pick a spot and we can get started."
The five of them shuffled around in mute obedience as Richards went over to the supply cabinets. Quatre picked a spot near the middle where he could easily look out the window, and found himself right beside Dorothy. Near the window Quatre could see out of, Trowa stood in front of his easel, back to the wall. Their eyes met over the easels, and Quatre once again offered a timid smile.
Trowa broke the gaze, staring down at his canvas with a blank look.
"Everyone found a place? Yes?" Richards queried, standing at a small table and depositing a variety of paints and brushes. "Using whatever medium you feel appropriate, I would like everyone to paint a self-portrait. Don't paint yourself as how others see you, however, but as how you see yourself. Your picture should be very different from what you see in the mirror. Express emotions over appearance, and please feel free to get creative! We'll be working on these all week, so take your time."
No one moved.
"Come get your supplies and set to work," Richards implored, and Dorothy immediately started up towards the front. Quatre and the others followed her, until they were all clustered around the table rooting through the supplies.
"I should do mine in blood," Dorothy muttered, earning a nervous laugh from Relena.
Meiran stood back from the table, dark eyes narrowed on Doctor Richards with a startling intensity. Sensing her gaze, the doctor turned and raised one brow. "Yes, Wufei?"
"Meiran," she corrected in a mumble, turning away as if distracted by something. She grabbed up a box of charcoal and headed back to her canvas, shooting dark looks at the doctor as she went.
Still staring at the paints, Quatre suddenly realized he and Relena were the only ones not back at their easels. Blushing, Quatre snagged a case of watercolors and a few brushes before going over to the sink for a cup of water. The skin prickled along the back of his neck as the Doctor's gaze followed him across the room.
Faced with an expanse of open canvas, Quatre found his mind equally blank. He knew well what he looked like in a mirror, but Doctor Richards specifically said not to duplicate that sort of image. What did he feel he looked like, from a creative standpoint?
Quatre tucked Sandrock under his arm and busied himself arranging his supplies, in order to at least look like he was working. He glanced over to see Dorothy carefully tracing a design on her picture with a pencil, but an open set of oil pastels on her easel. Hastily, Quatre set his brush down. What if he messed up? Better to first outline and then paint.
"Relena, please pick a medium to work with," Doctor Richards said, going over to where the girl still stood, by the supplies.
"They're all so imprecise," Relena replied in a pained voice, "and very messy."
Richards smiled, "Creativity is rarely a neat and proper thing, Relena. In order to fully express yourself, perhaps you need to get your hands dirty."
Relena looked absolutely scandalized.
"Try the crayons," Richards said with a sigh.
Gingerly, Relena picked up the box and returned to her easel, carefully setting the box on her easel. She looked very reluctant to start her project, however, and kept shooting the doctor surreptitious glances. Richards began to walk around behind them, observing in a sly manner that made Quatre nervous.
He still didn't have much started, just a few eraser marks and smudges. Maybe he could paint Sandrock for his picture. That certainly described him, in a way. No, that was a stupid idea. Quatre chewed thoughtfully on the tip of his pencil, glancing up at the window just in time to catch Trowa staring at him.
The emerald eye not hidden away by the thick brush of bangs refused to look away, even when Quatre flushed a soft pink from the intensity of that gaze. A shiver ran down his spine as his heart thudded hard in his throat; he longed to call out to Trowa, but...
The older boy's gaze fell away, sliding over to stare beyond the young blond and away, towards the door. Aquamarines followed just in time to see a flutter of chestnut braid at the edge of vision; Quatre turned more to watch Duo's silent prowl through the room. The boy's head was lowered, a fringe of cinnamon obscuring his face, which was unnaturally solemn. He stopped at the empty easel on Quatre's right just as Doctor Richards finally took sight of him.
"All right, Duo, where have you been?" Richards demanded, abandoning his quite conversation with Meiran to walk over.
Duo lifted his head, eyes puffed and rimmed with red, to glare at the doctor. However, the boy held his silence, lowering his attention back down to the canvas. He raised a hand and pressed it to the white expanse, fingers spread out in a fan before his hand slid down to the easel's base.
Doctor Richards swooped down on him, "Did you bring a note? If you had any points, I'd dock them from you for being late. You will receive no credit for this session, and I'll be talking to Doctor G about your behavior recently. Furthermore--"
"Fuck off."
Richards fell silent, agape at Duo as if doubting his own hearing. "I'm sorry?" he said in a tone that suggested Duo better apologize.
"I said," Duo snarled, lifting his head again to affix the doctor with a heated, sullen glare. "Fuck. Off."
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Author's Notes: I think I worked out all the format problems. If the separators disappear again, don't worry I'll try and fix it.
Uh, cliffhanger! Very sorry, but it just wouldn't fit otherwise. Although it shouldn't take me too terribly long to get the next chapter written. I got screwed at work with only two shifts this week, so I'll have free time. Oh, well. I'm kinda proud I got this chapter out so quickly. Heh. I hope can I get the next one out within a week.
Thank you everyone for your kind words, especially everyone who said they understood it was taking me time to get the chapters out. It made me work extra hard not to let you guys down! Just briefly:
1) Kimiki -- I've never been to the Orange Bowl since it's in Florida. I hope you don't have Oklahoma State confused with Oklahoma University. OU plays at the Orange Bowl most years, we don't.
2) I forgot to explain a joke in the last chapter. When Trieze says " 'I didn't know you had a roommate. Does he wear a white bunny suit?' " it was a reference to the play Harvey, about a man whose imaginary friend is a big white bunny. Yeah. I thought it was funny.
See ya next chapter! Remember, reviews make me happy and help the chapters get out much quicker!
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