Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fly on Broken Wings ❯ Sanctuary ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.17.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 997 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.17.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 997 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 9-17-04
(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Eleven: Sanctuary)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Sanctuary
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Duo lifted his head high and stared, bright eyes burning with an intense heat.
The doctor tried a different approach, "Where have you been? If you have a legitimate excuse, perhaps I can overlook your being late. Your language, however, is an entirely different problem."
Duo said nothing, chest heaving with ire as he glared at Richards. Quatre caught the way his roommate's hands trembled before Duo formed them into fists, and Quatre looked around wildly for an idea of what to do. Everyone else stopped their work, eyes intent on the doomed exchange occurring between doctor and patient.
Richards frowned, "No comment? No witty remark to share with us? I won't ask again, Duo. Where have you been?"
"Fuck you," Duo whispered harshly, voice now shaking as bad as his hands. A single tear spilled out over the corner of his eye, tracing a damp path down the boy's cheek. "I don't have to put up with this."
"I'm afraid you do," Richards replied, crossing his arms over his chest. However, the young doctor looked very unsure of himself as he stood there. He adopted a gentler tone, "Duo, is everything all right? Do you want to go back to the room and talk?"
Instead of being comforted, Duo became infuriated and yelled, "No! Fuck you! I'm leaving!"
True to his words, Duo whirled around and started for the door, braid bouncing against his back. Quatre held his breath, watching the doctor, before backing hastily out of Richards' way. The doctor hurried around and caught Duo, snagging the boy by the elbow. "You are not allowed to just wander around the hall," Richards started gently, but was interrupted by Duo yanking his arm away.
"I'll do whatever the hell I want!" Duo shot back. "Don't fuck with me today, Dickie. Not today."
Richards looked unsure of himself, one hand rested against the compact radio on his hip. "All right, Duo," the doctor agreed. "But I can't just let you leave. We're starting an art project today, you like art, don't you? If you want, you don't have to work on the project today. Have a seat and work on whatever you like."
Duo just glared at him and started to leave again, but Richards sprung forward and gripped the boy by the wrist. "I'm not going to let you leave, Duo," Richards said firmly.
"Let go!" Duo shrieked, striking out with his free hand, but Richards caught him easily. Everyone but Quatre stared at the starting fight, the girls letting out small gasps; however, Quatre's eyes were locked down at the floor. Sandy had slipped free of his grip.
"He's hurt!"
Quatre knelt. Duo's voice. Was he hurt? Sandrock's eye pressed to his cheek, the smooth glass faintly cold. Who was hurt? Better not to look. No violence here.
"Calm down, Duo."
Safe.
"Fuck you! You don't know it's like -- I can't go to him, I can't even talk to him because I don't have any fucking points!"
Broken.
"Who, Duo? Slow down."
The boy's voice rose in a wail, "Heero!"
Hands.
Quatre snapped his eyes open with a gasp, jerking his head out of the hesitant touch. Wild aquamarines met startled emerald as Trowa backed away slightly, kneeling there beside him on the floor. Quatre looked beyond Trowa, to where Duo and Richards were locked in a cruel parody of embrace. The doctor restrained Duo's wrists even though it looked like the fight had gone out of the boy; his head was bowed against the doctor's chest as his frail shoulders shook.
"Very well, Duo," Richards said in a quiet voice. "You may leave." Richards looked up, and everyone followed his gaze to the two orderlies waiting in the doorway. At this signal, they came forward, followed by a nurse gingerly carrying a small syringe.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Duo. Don't be late," Richards said in same soft tone.
Quatre whimpered and closed his eyes again, not wanting to see.
Must.
Not.
Look.
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Come help me.
Can't you see he's hurting?
Dark eyes swept by him once. The second time, they connected.
Richards stood at the door, talking softly to the nurse as the two orderlies carried Duo out. Meiran slipped away from her easel and met him on the floor. "What happened, Trowa?"
I don't know. Hurry, before Richards comes back.
Between the two of them, they carefully got Quatre on his feet. The small blond was unresponsive, as easy to maneuver as a marionette. Quatre stared down at the floor, and no amount of quiet coaxing from Meiran could get him to look up, or even respond at all.
Richards turned back to the group. Meiran edged forward, trying to hide Quatre as much as possible with her lithe frame. Trowa kept an arm around the frail boy's waist to prevent him from collapsing and also to offer some sense of quiet comfort. The doctor skimmed over his remaining patients and sighed. "That's all for today," he said quietly. "Put your things away. You may leave your pictures on the easels for tomorrow. Meet me here instead our normal room, but don't wander the halls."
"I'll take care of it, just don't let Richards notice Quatre," Meiran whispered to Trowa before swiftly starting to clean the area up.
Trowa carefully moved around so that the easel blocked them from Richards. Are you all right? The words were right there, stuck in his throat. He just couldn't get them to come out. He didn't want to.
Are you scared?
Everything's okay now.
I'm right here.
"What's up?" Dorothy asked quietly, hands in the pockets of her jeans as she stood there, further blocking the doctor's view of Quatre.
Trowa stared at her and lifted one shoulder in mute reply.
"He all right?"
Another slight shrug.
Dorothy tilted her head to the side, then silently turned on a heel and marched to the front of the room. She stopped right in front of Richards and started talking to him, distracting the doctor from putting up the last of the supplies.
Thank you.
"Okay, got it. Let's go," Meiran said, popping back up beside them. Quatre shuffled after Trowa, blindly following the taller boy's gentle pull across the room. Meiran began to chatter aimlessly as they went, and Trowa half-wished she would shut up, but he also knew her rambles would make them look more normal.
"Oh, before you go..."
Meiran stopped talking and half-turned to Richards. Trowa kept walking, one hand over Quatre's wrist, and hoped it really was Meiran the doctor wanted to hold back.
It was.
"Wufei, please give this note to Doctor S when you see him next."
"Meiran," she corrected without any real emotion, taking the slim envelope from Richards. The Chinese youth caught up with her friends in the hall, "Now what?"
I don't know.
"Maybe we should tell someone. What if something's really wrong...?"
He'll be okay. He has to be.
Trowa shook his head at her and gestured with his free hand to the end of the hall.
"His room? All right. Duo has session next, doesn't he? I doubt that stuff they gave him will wear off before then. They probably stuck him in the quiet room. Poor Duo," she added, almost as an after thought. "He's getting ready to crash, isn't he?"
Please stop talking.
Trowa glanced back to where Quatre trailed after him, still led by a hand, and hurried his pace a little. The boy hunched around his teddy bear, soft strands of flaxen hair veiling his face, which was terribly blank. Those large, aquamarine eyes of Quatre's that normally overflowed with emotion and expression were now staring unseeing at the floor, utterly void of any awareness.
He's shut down entirely into himself.
Defense mechanism.
They had barely crossed the threshold into Duo and Quatre's room when the small blond let out a sudden cry and jerked his hand out from Trowa's grip. Quatre's head lifted, but no recognition was in his eyes as he looked frantically from Meiran to Trowa and back.
Trowa shot an urgent look to Meiran, who stared at him for a long, heavy moment. Trowa didn't care about how her jaw dropped slightly as she read his face and eyes. He didn't care what she thought she knew, or if she really knew. It didn't matter.
"Trowa..." she said with a sigh, shaking her head.
The door clicked shut.
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"Quatre!"
"It's me."
NO! I don't want to see! I must not look! I -- !
"Quatre... Please, Quatre, it's me. Trowa."
"Trowa?"
I can't look. Not...
Quatre snapped out his daze with a panicked gasp, instinctively pushing away. "NO!" he shrieked, but gentle hands closed over his wrists.
"Quatre, stop."
"Trowa?" Quatre relaxed, but the older boy still held his hands. They were knelt on the floor still, but it took Quatre a few moments to realize it was his room. "What...?" he stared at Trowa, who returned his gaze with an intense concern.
"Are you all right?"
Quatre nodded hesitantly. "What happened to Duo...? he asked fearfully, gazing up at Trowa with widened eyes.
"They put him in the quiet room," Trowa explained. "He'll be fine."
Again, Quatre nodded, clutching Sandrock tight against his chest. He refused to ask what had happened after he... blanked out, and Trowa seemed content to take Quatre at his word he was all right. Quatre found the solemn boy's silence reassuring, and leaned back against his bed with a slight sigh.
"I don't like it here," Quatre confessed in a small voice, knees curled tight to his chest. "Ever since I got here it's just been one long nightmare. I feel like I'm going to wake up at any moment, safe in my own bed. And mother."
He stopped, abruptly, darting a glance to Trowa, but the older boy either didn't catch the halted words, or refused to comment. After a moment, Trowa settled against the bed as well, long legs stretching out towards the wall and back straight against the mattress. "That feeling never really goes away," Trowa said softly.
Quatre felt a pang of sorrow for the quiet teen. "Trowa," he said urgently, causing the boy to turn stoic green eyes on him. Quatre felt himself blush, "I'm glad you're here."
Even though half his face was hidden by a sweep of bang, Quatre could still plainly see shock register on Trowa's usually neutral face. The boy flushed faintly and turned his head away.
Several minutes passed, during which Quatre fell into a quiet reverie, simply enjoying his older friend's gentle company. The companionable feeling broke when Trowa rose to his feet, careful not to jostle Quatre, who had slumped over sideways against Trowa.
He paused awkwardly in the doorway, looking back to where Quatre still sat against the bed. Trowa started to say something, and the younger boy waited with an open, expectant look on his face.
"Ditto," he said simply, before leaving.
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Author's Notes: Hooray! Sorry for that cliffhanger last week. I'll try to get the next chapter out quickly, too. Thank you all for your kind words and cheers. I'll try not to keep you waiting. Thank you for understanding that I am quite busy! Also, please continue to have patience about Heero ^_^() I know we love him, but I already have a specific time planned for him to show up in the story.
Kimiki, ohhh! Orange Peel! I went the year they had David Spade and then again for Vanessa Carlton. Are you an OSU student or live nearby? Sorry if that's too personal but your comments make me very curious.
I seem to say this every chapter, but I promise Heero will be in the story, it's just going to take a while. ^_^
Late (is that your name?) I loved your long post ^_^ feel free to ramble, I do it, too! I identify most strongly with Duo of all the G-boys, I always have... that's why he's bipolar in this story. I hope your cold went away! I hope to hear from you again
Okay, everyone, see you next chapter!
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
(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Eleven: Sanctuary)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Sanctuary
-
Duo lifted his head high and stared, bright eyes burning with an intense heat.
The doctor tried a different approach, "Where have you been? If you have a legitimate excuse, perhaps I can overlook your being late. Your language, however, is an entirely different problem."
Duo said nothing, chest heaving with ire as he glared at Richards. Quatre caught the way his roommate's hands trembled before Duo formed them into fists, and Quatre looked around wildly for an idea of what to do. Everyone else stopped their work, eyes intent on the doomed exchange occurring between doctor and patient.
Richards frowned, "No comment? No witty remark to share with us? I won't ask again, Duo. Where have you been?"
"Fuck you," Duo whispered harshly, voice now shaking as bad as his hands. A single tear spilled out over the corner of his eye, tracing a damp path down the boy's cheek. "I don't have to put up with this."
"I'm afraid you do," Richards replied, crossing his arms over his chest. However, the young doctor looked very unsure of himself as he stood there. He adopted a gentler tone, "Duo, is everything all right? Do you want to go back to the room and talk?"
Instead of being comforted, Duo became infuriated and yelled, "No! Fuck you! I'm leaving!"
True to his words, Duo whirled around and started for the door, braid bouncing against his back. Quatre held his breath, watching the doctor, before backing hastily out of Richards' way. The doctor hurried around and caught Duo, snagging the boy by the elbow. "You are not allowed to just wander around the hall," Richards started gently, but was interrupted by Duo yanking his arm away.
"I'll do whatever the hell I want!" Duo shot back. "Don't fuck with me today, Dickie. Not today."
Richards looked unsure of himself, one hand rested against the compact radio on his hip. "All right, Duo," the doctor agreed. "But I can't just let you leave. We're starting an art project today, you like art, don't you? If you want, you don't have to work on the project today. Have a seat and work on whatever you like."
Duo just glared at him and started to leave again, but Richards sprung forward and gripped the boy by the wrist. "I'm not going to let you leave, Duo," Richards said firmly.
"Let go!" Duo shrieked, striking out with his free hand, but Richards caught him easily. Everyone but Quatre stared at the starting fight, the girls letting out small gasps; however, Quatre's eyes were locked down at the floor. Sandy had slipped free of his grip.
"He's hurt!"
Quatre knelt. Duo's voice. Was he hurt? Sandrock's eye pressed to his cheek, the smooth glass faintly cold. Who was hurt? Better not to look. No violence here.
"Calm down, Duo."
Safe.
"Fuck you! You don't know it's like -- I can't go to him, I can't even talk to him because I don't have any fucking points!"
Broken.
"Who, Duo? Slow down."
The boy's voice rose in a wail, "Heero!"
Hands.
Quatre snapped his eyes open with a gasp, jerking his head out of the hesitant touch. Wild aquamarines met startled emerald as Trowa backed away slightly, kneeling there beside him on the floor. Quatre looked beyond Trowa, to where Duo and Richards were locked in a cruel parody of embrace. The doctor restrained Duo's wrists even though it looked like the fight had gone out of the boy; his head was bowed against the doctor's chest as his frail shoulders shook.
"Very well, Duo," Richards said in a quiet voice. "You may leave." Richards looked up, and everyone followed his gaze to the two orderlies waiting in the doorway. At this signal, they came forward, followed by a nurse gingerly carrying a small syringe.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Duo. Don't be late," Richards said in same soft tone.
Quatre whimpered and closed his eyes again, not wanting to see.
Must.
Not.
Look.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Come help me.
Can't you see he's hurting?
Dark eyes swept by him once. The second time, they connected.
Richards stood at the door, talking softly to the nurse as the two orderlies carried Duo out. Meiran slipped away from her easel and met him on the floor. "What happened, Trowa?"
I don't know. Hurry, before Richards comes back.
Between the two of them, they carefully got Quatre on his feet. The small blond was unresponsive, as easy to maneuver as a marionette. Quatre stared down at the floor, and no amount of quiet coaxing from Meiran could get him to look up, or even respond at all.
Richards turned back to the group. Meiran edged forward, trying to hide Quatre as much as possible with her lithe frame. Trowa kept an arm around the frail boy's waist to prevent him from collapsing and also to offer some sense of quiet comfort. The doctor skimmed over his remaining patients and sighed. "That's all for today," he said quietly. "Put your things away. You may leave your pictures on the easels for tomorrow. Meet me here instead our normal room, but don't wander the halls."
"I'll take care of it, just don't let Richards notice Quatre," Meiran whispered to Trowa before swiftly starting to clean the area up.
Trowa carefully moved around so that the easel blocked them from Richards. Are you all right? The words were right there, stuck in his throat. He just couldn't get them to come out. He didn't want to.
Are you scared?
Everything's okay now.
I'm right here.
"What's up?" Dorothy asked quietly, hands in the pockets of her jeans as she stood there, further blocking the doctor's view of Quatre.
Trowa stared at her and lifted one shoulder in mute reply.
"He all right?"
Another slight shrug.
Dorothy tilted her head to the side, then silently turned on a heel and marched to the front of the room. She stopped right in front of Richards and started talking to him, distracting the doctor from putting up the last of the supplies.
Thank you.
"Okay, got it. Let's go," Meiran said, popping back up beside them. Quatre shuffled after Trowa, blindly following the taller boy's gentle pull across the room. Meiran began to chatter aimlessly as they went, and Trowa half-wished she would shut up, but he also knew her rambles would make them look more normal.
"Oh, before you go..."
Meiran stopped talking and half-turned to Richards. Trowa kept walking, one hand over Quatre's wrist, and hoped it really was Meiran the doctor wanted to hold back.
It was.
"Wufei, please give this note to Doctor S when you see him next."
"Meiran," she corrected without any real emotion, taking the slim envelope from Richards. The Chinese youth caught up with her friends in the hall, "Now what?"
I don't know.
"Maybe we should tell someone. What if something's really wrong...?"
He'll be okay. He has to be.
Trowa shook his head at her and gestured with his free hand to the end of the hall.
"His room? All right. Duo has session next, doesn't he? I doubt that stuff they gave him will wear off before then. They probably stuck him in the quiet room. Poor Duo," she added, almost as an after thought. "He's getting ready to crash, isn't he?"
Please stop talking.
Trowa glanced back to where Quatre trailed after him, still led by a hand, and hurried his pace a little. The boy hunched around his teddy bear, soft strands of flaxen hair veiling his face, which was terribly blank. Those large, aquamarine eyes of Quatre's that normally overflowed with emotion and expression were now staring unseeing at the floor, utterly void of any awareness.
He's shut down entirely into himself.
Defense mechanism.
They had barely crossed the threshold into Duo and Quatre's room when the small blond let out a sudden cry and jerked his hand out from Trowa's grip. Quatre's head lifted, but no recognition was in his eyes as he looked frantically from Meiran to Trowa and back.
Trowa shot an urgent look to Meiran, who stared at him for a long, heavy moment. Trowa didn't care about how her jaw dropped slightly as she read his face and eyes. He didn't care what she thought she knew, or if she really knew. It didn't matter.
"Trowa..." she said with a sigh, shaking her head.
The door clicked shut.
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"Quatre!"
"It's me."
NO! I don't want to see! I must not look! I -- !
"Quatre... Please, Quatre, it's me. Trowa."
"Trowa?"
I can't look. Not...
Quatre snapped out his daze with a panicked gasp, instinctively pushing away. "NO!" he shrieked, but gentle hands closed over his wrists.
"Quatre, stop."
"Trowa?" Quatre relaxed, but the older boy still held his hands. They were knelt on the floor still, but it took Quatre a few moments to realize it was his room. "What...?" he stared at Trowa, who returned his gaze with an intense concern.
"Are you all right?"
Quatre nodded hesitantly. "What happened to Duo...? he asked fearfully, gazing up at Trowa with widened eyes.
"They put him in the quiet room," Trowa explained. "He'll be fine."
Again, Quatre nodded, clutching Sandrock tight against his chest. He refused to ask what had happened after he... blanked out, and Trowa seemed content to take Quatre at his word he was all right. Quatre found the solemn boy's silence reassuring, and leaned back against his bed with a slight sigh.
"I don't like it here," Quatre confessed in a small voice, knees curled tight to his chest. "Ever since I got here it's just been one long nightmare. I feel like I'm going to wake up at any moment, safe in my own bed. And mother."
He stopped, abruptly, darting a glance to Trowa, but the older boy either didn't catch the halted words, or refused to comment. After a moment, Trowa settled against the bed as well, long legs stretching out towards the wall and back straight against the mattress. "That feeling never really goes away," Trowa said softly.
Quatre felt a pang of sorrow for the quiet teen. "Trowa," he said urgently, causing the boy to turn stoic green eyes on him. Quatre felt himself blush, "I'm glad you're here."
Even though half his face was hidden by a sweep of bang, Quatre could still plainly see shock register on Trowa's usually neutral face. The boy flushed faintly and turned his head away.
Several minutes passed, during which Quatre fell into a quiet reverie, simply enjoying his older friend's gentle company. The companionable feeling broke when Trowa rose to his feet, careful not to jostle Quatre, who had slumped over sideways against Trowa.
He paused awkwardly in the doorway, looking back to where Quatre still sat against the bed. Trowa started to say something, and the younger boy waited with an open, expectant look on his face.
"Ditto," he said simply, before leaving.
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Author's Notes: Hooray! Sorry for that cliffhanger last week. I'll try to get the next chapter out quickly, too. Thank you all for your kind words and cheers. I'll try not to keep you waiting. Thank you for understanding that I am quite busy! Also, please continue to have patience about Heero ^_^() I know we love him, but I already have a specific time planned for him to show up in the story.
Kimiki, ohhh! Orange Peel! I went the year they had David Spade and then again for Vanessa Carlton. Are you an OSU student or live nearby? Sorry if that's too personal but your comments make me very curious.
I seem to say this every chapter, but I promise Heero will be in the story, it's just going to take a while. ^_^
Late (is that your name?) I loved your long post ^_^ feel free to ramble, I do it, too! I identify most strongly with Duo of all the G-boys, I always have... that's why he's bipolar in this story. I hope your cold went away! I hope to hear from you again
Okay, everyone, see you next chapter!
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