Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fly on Broken Wings ❯ Shadows ( Chapter 13 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.05.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 941 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.05.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 941 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 12-5-04
(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Thirteen: Shadows)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Shadows
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I'm waiting.
I have my gifts ready. I showered and scrubbed, my face feels fresh, my hair smells faintly of shampoo still. I'm wearing my best shirt. My best pants. My best smile.
A nurse passes.
Everything is quiet. The morning is still.
I can feel them watching from across the room. The television is too quiet to hear. Only Gloria is watching it, so it does not matter.
They're watching. They don't think he will come.
Another nurse passes.
Papers rustle as I rearrange the small stack of drawings and poems. I ended up with only five haiku. All of them are illustrated. When was the last time I slept?
I don't know.
When was the last time I saw his face?
Two orderlies walk by. One of them smiles at me.
Time passes quietly. I watch the hands on the clock.
Wufei gets up and walks off. When he returns, nothing has changed.
They can sit there. They can leave.
I don't care.
I will wait for him.
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"How long do you think he'll sit there?" Quatre asked in a hushed whisper, curled up comfortably in one of the armchairs. Their nook of the common area was unoccupied except for a silent, solemn girl who stared dully up at the television. Across the way, they could see Duo sitting with an unsettling calm in plain view of the entrance.
Wufei shrugged and set down a card, "All day, knowing Maxwell." A jack claimed Wufei's nine, and the Chinese boy scowled slightly. "This is the last round you shuffle, Barton."
Trowa looked so affronted that Quatre laughed softly. "Trowa wouldn't cheat, Wufei. I think you're just bad at the game."
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When they came back from lunch, Duo was still sitting there. Unsure of what else to do, Quatre hovered behind Wufei as the boy strode over to stand in front of Duo. Violet eyes slowly lifted to meet stern onyx as Wufei regarded the older boy with pity. "He was in the hospital just a few days ago, Maxwell. Maybe he won't come."
"He will," Duo replied, tone a bit fierce. He lowered his eyes, staring straight through Wufei with a determined set to his jaw.
Wufei's eyes softened slightly before he turned away, pulling a slim paperback book from his pocket. "So you have enough points for the trip?" Wufei asked the small blonde at his side before claiming a seat beside Trowa. A second girl had joined the first, her eyes more alert as she actually watched the television, but they otherwise had the room to themselves.
"Trip?" Quatre asked, taking the chair on Trowa's other side. The stoic boy was bent over a game of solitaire.
"At two-thirty anyone with enough points and clearance from their doctor can go on the trip into town," Wufei explained. "Heavily escorted, of course. When I went we were all served ice cream before being hustled back on to the bus, but it wasn't so bad. Got me out of here for a few hours."
"I don't think so..." Quatre answered. "Anyway, I wouldn't want to go by myself."
Wufei shrugged, "I'm sure I have enough."
Again, Quatre shook his head, and Wufei gave another small shrug before opening his book. Trowa swept up the cards from the table and began to shuffle them, looking up to arch one slim eyebrow at Quatre.
"I'm not very good at War," Quatre answered the unasked question, leaning forward over the table slightly. Wufei and Trowa had played the card game all morning before Trowa finally won, just before lunch.
Before Trowa could deal out the cards, however, Dorothy walked over to them and took a seat with a firmness that suggested she didn't care what they wanted, she was sitting there. "Have you ever seen such a pathetic sight?" she asked, nodding towards Duo. Wufei glanced up from his book to give her a dark-eyed glare.
"Don't be so mean, Dorothy," her friend corrected as Relena dragged over a chair from against the wall, clearly planning on joining them. Quatre scooted closer to Trowa to make room for the two girls. "Duo's devotion is rather noble, I think."
Dorothy flipped back a length of dark gold hair, "Whatever you say. I'm not envying you, Quatre, come Sunday night."
Quatre looked up in alarm, "What do you mean?"
"I wouldn't want to share a room with Duo, especially during one of his moods. I heard he doesn't sleep at night, and just stays up for hours, staring across the room..."
Chills ran down Quatre's spine as he hunched back in his chair, clutching Sandy desperately to him.
"Stop it, Dorothy," Relena chided lightly. "I'm sure Duo has to sleep at some point. Shall we play a game? How about Hearts?"
Suitably distracted, Dorothy frowned and rose from her chair, "I'm better at Spades. Switch me seats, Trowa, so I can be Relena's partner."
A bit of human and playing card shuffling later, Quatre sat across the table from Trowa and was in charge of keeping score. Shifting nervously in his chair, he tried not to notice the way Relena kept glancing to the score sheet and then back to her cards, which she was still arranging. Dorothy made a clicking sound with her tongue and spread her cards out. "I'll bet nil," she said with a gleeful smile.
Trowa rolled his eyes slightly at Dorothy and held up four fingers.
"You always go nil," Relena grumbled to her partner, rearranging her cards a bit more.
"Just be glad she didn't go blind nil," commented the Chinese youth. Quatre looked up from his own cards to notice with slight surprise that it was Trieze who lounged across the chair, Wufei's book forgotten on his chest.
"Five," Relena bet confidently, and all eyes turned to Quatre.
He shuffled his own cards nervously, wishing he could remember how the game was played better than he did. A vague memory rose of learning it in school from watching the other children play, but this was his first time to try on his own. As he sat there stupidly staring at the cards, Relena suddenly leaned over and grabbed the score sheet and pencil.
"Oh, for crying out loud..." Dorothy rolled her eyes and watched in amusement as the other girl furiously erased what Quatre had written. Relena bent over the paper and meticulously replaced the hastily drawn lines with perfect, neat strokes to divide the paper into two perfect halves. "You do know how to play, don't you?" Dorothy asked, turning a sharp look to Quatre.
"Um," he murmured nervously, heat rising to his cheeks.
"Here," said Trieze, coming around to stand behind Quatre's chair. He leaned down over the boy's shoulder, black hair falling forward to brush Quatre's cheek. "I'll help you." Surprised, Quatre could only nod as Trieze slung one arm across the back of the chair and perched on the arm. "Quatre here will bid four."
Relena set down the first card and the game began. When it came to Quatre's turn, he reached for a card only to find Trieze's hand gently close over his own. "This one," Trieze whispered, setting Quatre's hand on a lower card than he had originally grabbed for.
The two girls exchanged telling looks over the top of their cards as Quatre nodded mutely and played the indicated card. "You know," Dorothy said casually, "if you had wanted to play, Trieze, we would have let you."
"Ah, but Spades isn't a five player game," Trieze countered.
Relena smirked and claimed the trick, "But Go Fish is."
"Here, this one," Trieze said in a low voice to Quatre, ignoring Relena's suggestion. The game progressed without incident, and Quatre, with Trieze's guidance, held his own against the other, experienced players.
"You went nil holding the King of Spades?" Relena suddenly exploded as she furiously snatched up the cards, having won the trick with the ace.
Dorothy merely grinned at her partner, much to Trieze's amusement. The older boy's laughter caused him to slide off the arm of the chair and almost into Quatre's lap. When Trieze made no effort to move, Quatre edged aside to make it a little more comfortable for the two of them in the chair.
"You're looking awfully smug, for someone who doesn't have a single trick yet," Relena snapped peevishly, glaring at Trieze.
"There's still six tricks left," Trieze said lightly, leaning in close to whisper to Quatre. "We'll take the last six and show her, right?"
A shiver ran down the blonde's spine at the feel of Trieze's breath tickling his ear. He was suddenly very conscious of the lean length of thigh pressed so close to his own, and Quatre felt his face flush scarlet with embarrassment. Tendrils of Trieze's hair brushed against his neck as he leaned forward, quickly setting the first card he grabbed on the table.
He glanced up to Trowa briefly as he did so, and was frozen in place by the dark and dangerous glare across the boy's face. Quatre felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked down at the card, and then back up at Trowa. Was it the wrong one? His anxiety melted into confusion as he realized the stoic boy's emerald fury was directed not at him, but over his shoulder to Trieze.
Puzzled, Quatre sat back slightly only to find Trieze's arm against his shoulders. He tilted his head slightly, dark eyes glimmering with a challenge as the Chinese boy regarded Trowa. "For someone who's about to win the game, you don't look so happy," he remarked in a smug tone.
Trowa merely glared before lowering his gaze to the cards.
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Dinner signaled the end of visitation hours, and Duo rose without a word to put his drawings away in their room. Quatre thought about following, but instead clung close to Trowa, Trieze having vanished off somewhere after they all bored of playing cards. He stared up at the back of the older boy's head and wondered about the animosity between him and Trieze during the game. It made little sense to him, and it didn't take long for Quatre to assume Trowa had actually been glaring at him and not the Chinese youth.
But what had he done to upset Trowa? They had played well against the girls and the first game had been a close win for Dorothy and Relena. The second game had ended with a victory of the boys, so why would Trowa be angry with him? Quatre furiously retraced the day's events, trying to find some reason for Trowa's dark glares.
Deep in thought, Quatre didn't look up quick enough to avoid running into Trowa when the tall boy suddenly stopped walking. For a moment, Quatre's face rested against the warmth of Trowa's back, the light smell of fabric softener drifting over him. As soon as he realized what had happened, though, Quatre hastily backed up.
Trowa glanced back slightly, eyes flicking to Quatre just enough to acknowledge the younger boy in what was likely an apology, before staring back across the room. Following Trowa's gaze, Quatre saw a young woman he recognized as Trowa's sister talking to a nurse just outside the dining hall doors. Catherine wore a waitress uniform and looked as if she'd run all the way to the asylum, though Quatre knew that wasn't true.
Catching sight of her brother, Catherine waved happily and hurried over, the nurse following. "I'm so sorry!" she gushed, grabbing one of Trowa's hands. "I got called in to work and I just now got off."
"Visitation hours are..." the nurse started to say,
"I know!" Catherine snapped, whirling on the nurse. "I'll only be a minute. Please. He's my brother," she pleaded.
The nurse, an older woman, relented and backed off, glancing at her watch with a clear impatience. Trowa stared at his sister with dulled eyes, as if he barely recognized her. Undeterred, Catherine smiled up at him and clutched his hand close, "I'm sorry I couldn't get here earlier. Are you well?"
Trowa made no reply, and his sister awkwardly released him, stepping away slightly. She looked unsure of herself for a moment before smiling once more, cheerful. "I won't be in tomorrow to see you, but I'll be here Tuesday. Be good until then, okay? Trowa... please try and cooperate with Doctor S. He... he can help you," she finished, looking sadly up Trowa, who mutely stared at a point above her head.
Catherine gave him one final smile before tip-toeing up to kiss the stoic boy's cheek. "I'll see you Tuesday," she said firmly, at last allowing the nurse to escort her out.
Slowly, Trowa's eyes traced her progress, and the boy looked poised to go after her, or call out. But Trowa merely stood there, long after Catherine disappeared from his sight. Quatre felt like an intruder on the boy's solitude, and his heart went out to Trowa. Slowly, he reached out and slipped a hand through the other boy's, squeezing it slightly. Trowa turned to look at him, surprise flashing through his eyes.
Quatre smiled shyly back and started to pull his hand away, but Trowa held on, returning the squeeze.
They might have stood like that forever, if Duo hadn't walked by with all the dark gloom of a thundercloud. Distracted, Quatre turned his head to look at his roommate, and the moment between him and Trowa faded as their hands fell away.
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Duo maintained a dark silence all through the meal and the rest of the evening, the normally talkative boy refusing to join any conversation.
That night, however, just after lights out, Duo spoke into the dark of the room, "He'll be here tomorrow."
Quatre didn't need to ask who 'he' was. "I'm sure he will, Duo," the younger boy whispered back.
The words didn't sound convincing even to him.
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Author's Notes: I'm sure I could of far better notes to put here if it wasn't 3:30 in the morning, and I didn't have to be at work nine. As such, I'll only say a few things briefly:
As there was some confusion about Wufei and his personalities, I will direct your attention to chapters three and nine. In chapter three, Duo mentions how Wufei does not know he has multiple personalities. He believes Trieze and Meiran are separate people. I hope that clears up some confusion about that.
Also, I'm sorry if anyone was confused and thought Heero was in the mental institution as well. Hopefully the last chapter cleared that misunderstanding up. Later chapters will better and more fully explore the two of them.
Oh, and I hope the beginning to this chapter didn't totally confuse people. I thought I'd try something a little different, and that's just how the muse demanded that section be written.
And, finally, about the card game Spades, which is a lot of fun!:
www.ehow.com/how_4358_play-spades.html
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2004 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - Violet Nyte (no email right now!)
I'm still homeless!
Can you give me a website?
(Fly on Broken Wings - Chapter Thirteen: Shadows)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/yaoi
Shadows
-
I'm waiting.
I have my gifts ready. I showered and scrubbed, my face feels fresh, my hair smells faintly of shampoo still. I'm wearing my best shirt. My best pants. My best smile.
A nurse passes.
Everything is quiet. The morning is still.
I can feel them watching from across the room. The television is too quiet to hear. Only Gloria is watching it, so it does not matter.
They're watching. They don't think he will come.
Another nurse passes.
Papers rustle as I rearrange the small stack of drawings and poems. I ended up with only five haiku. All of them are illustrated. When was the last time I slept?
I don't know.
When was the last time I saw his face?
Two orderlies walk by. One of them smiles at me.
Time passes quietly. I watch the hands on the clock.
Wufei gets up and walks off. When he returns, nothing has changed.
They can sit there. They can leave.
I don't care.
I will wait for him.
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"How long do you think he'll sit there?" Quatre asked in a hushed whisper, curled up comfortably in one of the armchairs. Their nook of the common area was unoccupied except for a silent, solemn girl who stared dully up at the television. Across the way, they could see Duo sitting with an unsettling calm in plain view of the entrance.
Wufei shrugged and set down a card, "All day, knowing Maxwell." A jack claimed Wufei's nine, and the Chinese boy scowled slightly. "This is the last round you shuffle, Barton."
Trowa looked so affronted that Quatre laughed softly. "Trowa wouldn't cheat, Wufei. I think you're just bad at the game."
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When they came back from lunch, Duo was still sitting there. Unsure of what else to do, Quatre hovered behind Wufei as the boy strode over to stand in front of Duo. Violet eyes slowly lifted to meet stern onyx as Wufei regarded the older boy with pity. "He was in the hospital just a few days ago, Maxwell. Maybe he won't come."
"He will," Duo replied, tone a bit fierce. He lowered his eyes, staring straight through Wufei with a determined set to his jaw.
Wufei's eyes softened slightly before he turned away, pulling a slim paperback book from his pocket. "So you have enough points for the trip?" Wufei asked the small blonde at his side before claiming a seat beside Trowa. A second girl had joined the first, her eyes more alert as she actually watched the television, but they otherwise had the room to themselves.
"Trip?" Quatre asked, taking the chair on Trowa's other side. The stoic boy was bent over a game of solitaire.
"At two-thirty anyone with enough points and clearance from their doctor can go on the trip into town," Wufei explained. "Heavily escorted, of course. When I went we were all served ice cream before being hustled back on to the bus, but it wasn't so bad. Got me out of here for a few hours."
"I don't think so..." Quatre answered. "Anyway, I wouldn't want to go by myself."
Wufei shrugged, "I'm sure I have enough."
Again, Quatre shook his head, and Wufei gave another small shrug before opening his book. Trowa swept up the cards from the table and began to shuffle them, looking up to arch one slim eyebrow at Quatre.
"I'm not very good at War," Quatre answered the unasked question, leaning forward over the table slightly. Wufei and Trowa had played the card game all morning before Trowa finally won, just before lunch.
Before Trowa could deal out the cards, however, Dorothy walked over to them and took a seat with a firmness that suggested she didn't care what they wanted, she was sitting there. "Have you ever seen such a pathetic sight?" she asked, nodding towards Duo. Wufei glanced up from his book to give her a dark-eyed glare.
"Don't be so mean, Dorothy," her friend corrected as Relena dragged over a chair from against the wall, clearly planning on joining them. Quatre scooted closer to Trowa to make room for the two girls. "Duo's devotion is rather noble, I think."
Dorothy flipped back a length of dark gold hair, "Whatever you say. I'm not envying you, Quatre, come Sunday night."
Quatre looked up in alarm, "What do you mean?"
"I wouldn't want to share a room with Duo, especially during one of his moods. I heard he doesn't sleep at night, and just stays up for hours, staring across the room..."
Chills ran down Quatre's spine as he hunched back in his chair, clutching Sandy desperately to him.
"Stop it, Dorothy," Relena chided lightly. "I'm sure Duo has to sleep at some point. Shall we play a game? How about Hearts?"
Suitably distracted, Dorothy frowned and rose from her chair, "I'm better at Spades. Switch me seats, Trowa, so I can be Relena's partner."
A bit of human and playing card shuffling later, Quatre sat across the table from Trowa and was in charge of keeping score. Shifting nervously in his chair, he tried not to notice the way Relena kept glancing to the score sheet and then back to her cards, which she was still arranging. Dorothy made a clicking sound with her tongue and spread her cards out. "I'll bet nil," she said with a gleeful smile.
Trowa rolled his eyes slightly at Dorothy and held up four fingers.
"You always go nil," Relena grumbled to her partner, rearranging her cards a bit more.
"Just be glad she didn't go blind nil," commented the Chinese youth. Quatre looked up from his own cards to notice with slight surprise that it was Trieze who lounged across the chair, Wufei's book forgotten on his chest.
"Five," Relena bet confidently, and all eyes turned to Quatre.
He shuffled his own cards nervously, wishing he could remember how the game was played better than he did. A vague memory rose of learning it in school from watching the other children play, but this was his first time to try on his own. As he sat there stupidly staring at the cards, Relena suddenly leaned over and grabbed the score sheet and pencil.
"Oh, for crying out loud..." Dorothy rolled her eyes and watched in amusement as the other girl furiously erased what Quatre had written. Relena bent over the paper and meticulously replaced the hastily drawn lines with perfect, neat strokes to divide the paper into two perfect halves. "You do know how to play, don't you?" Dorothy asked, turning a sharp look to Quatre.
"Um," he murmured nervously, heat rising to his cheeks.
"Here," said Trieze, coming around to stand behind Quatre's chair. He leaned down over the boy's shoulder, black hair falling forward to brush Quatre's cheek. "I'll help you." Surprised, Quatre could only nod as Trieze slung one arm across the back of the chair and perched on the arm. "Quatre here will bid four."
Relena set down the first card and the game began. When it came to Quatre's turn, he reached for a card only to find Trieze's hand gently close over his own. "This one," Trieze whispered, setting Quatre's hand on a lower card than he had originally grabbed for.
The two girls exchanged telling looks over the top of their cards as Quatre nodded mutely and played the indicated card. "You know," Dorothy said casually, "if you had wanted to play, Trieze, we would have let you."
"Ah, but Spades isn't a five player game," Trieze countered.
Relena smirked and claimed the trick, "But Go Fish is."
"Here, this one," Trieze said in a low voice to Quatre, ignoring Relena's suggestion. The game progressed without incident, and Quatre, with Trieze's guidance, held his own against the other, experienced players.
"You went nil holding the King of Spades?" Relena suddenly exploded as she furiously snatched up the cards, having won the trick with the ace.
Dorothy merely grinned at her partner, much to Trieze's amusement. The older boy's laughter caused him to slide off the arm of the chair and almost into Quatre's lap. When Trieze made no effort to move, Quatre edged aside to make it a little more comfortable for the two of them in the chair.
"You're looking awfully smug, for someone who doesn't have a single trick yet," Relena snapped peevishly, glaring at Trieze.
"There's still six tricks left," Trieze said lightly, leaning in close to whisper to Quatre. "We'll take the last six and show her, right?"
A shiver ran down the blonde's spine at the feel of Trieze's breath tickling his ear. He was suddenly very conscious of the lean length of thigh pressed so close to his own, and Quatre felt his face flush scarlet with embarrassment. Tendrils of Trieze's hair brushed against his neck as he leaned forward, quickly setting the first card he grabbed on the table.
He glanced up to Trowa briefly as he did so, and was frozen in place by the dark and dangerous glare across the boy's face. Quatre felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked down at the card, and then back up at Trowa. Was it the wrong one? His anxiety melted into confusion as he realized the stoic boy's emerald fury was directed not at him, but over his shoulder to Trieze.
Puzzled, Quatre sat back slightly only to find Trieze's arm against his shoulders. He tilted his head slightly, dark eyes glimmering with a challenge as the Chinese boy regarded Trowa. "For someone who's about to win the game, you don't look so happy," he remarked in a smug tone.
Trowa merely glared before lowering his gaze to the cards.
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Dinner signaled the end of visitation hours, and Duo rose without a word to put his drawings away in their room. Quatre thought about following, but instead clung close to Trowa, Trieze having vanished off somewhere after they all bored of playing cards. He stared up at the back of the older boy's head and wondered about the animosity between him and Trieze during the game. It made little sense to him, and it didn't take long for Quatre to assume Trowa had actually been glaring at him and not the Chinese youth.
But what had he done to upset Trowa? They had played well against the girls and the first game had been a close win for Dorothy and Relena. The second game had ended with a victory of the boys, so why would Trowa be angry with him? Quatre furiously retraced the day's events, trying to find some reason for Trowa's dark glares.
Deep in thought, Quatre didn't look up quick enough to avoid running into Trowa when the tall boy suddenly stopped walking. For a moment, Quatre's face rested against the warmth of Trowa's back, the light smell of fabric softener drifting over him. As soon as he realized what had happened, though, Quatre hastily backed up.
Trowa glanced back slightly, eyes flicking to Quatre just enough to acknowledge the younger boy in what was likely an apology, before staring back across the room. Following Trowa's gaze, Quatre saw a young woman he recognized as Trowa's sister talking to a nurse just outside the dining hall doors. Catherine wore a waitress uniform and looked as if she'd run all the way to the asylum, though Quatre knew that wasn't true.
Catching sight of her brother, Catherine waved happily and hurried over, the nurse following. "I'm so sorry!" she gushed, grabbing one of Trowa's hands. "I got called in to work and I just now got off."
"Visitation hours are..." the nurse started to say,
"I know!" Catherine snapped, whirling on the nurse. "I'll only be a minute. Please. He's my brother," she pleaded.
The nurse, an older woman, relented and backed off, glancing at her watch with a clear impatience. Trowa stared at his sister with dulled eyes, as if he barely recognized her. Undeterred, Catherine smiled up at him and clutched his hand close, "I'm sorry I couldn't get here earlier. Are you well?"
Trowa made no reply, and his sister awkwardly released him, stepping away slightly. She looked unsure of herself for a moment before smiling once more, cheerful. "I won't be in tomorrow to see you, but I'll be here Tuesday. Be good until then, okay? Trowa... please try and cooperate with Doctor S. He... he can help you," she finished, looking sadly up Trowa, who mutely stared at a point above her head.
Catherine gave him one final smile before tip-toeing up to kiss the stoic boy's cheek. "I'll see you Tuesday," she said firmly, at last allowing the nurse to escort her out.
Slowly, Trowa's eyes traced her progress, and the boy looked poised to go after her, or call out. But Trowa merely stood there, long after Catherine disappeared from his sight. Quatre felt like an intruder on the boy's solitude, and his heart went out to Trowa. Slowly, he reached out and slipped a hand through the other boy's, squeezing it slightly. Trowa turned to look at him, surprise flashing through his eyes.
Quatre smiled shyly back and started to pull his hand away, but Trowa held on, returning the squeeze.
They might have stood like that forever, if Duo hadn't walked by with all the dark gloom of a thundercloud. Distracted, Quatre turned his head to look at his roommate, and the moment between him and Trowa faded as their hands fell away.
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Duo maintained a dark silence all through the meal and the rest of the evening, the normally talkative boy refusing to join any conversation.
That night, however, just after lights out, Duo spoke into the dark of the room, "He'll be here tomorrow."
Quatre didn't need to ask who 'he' was. "I'm sure he will, Duo," the younger boy whispered back.
The words didn't sound convincing even to him.
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Author's Notes: I'm sure I could of far better notes to put here if it wasn't 3:30 in the morning, and I didn't have to be at work nine. As such, I'll only say a few things briefly:
As there was some confusion about Wufei and his personalities, I will direct your attention to chapters three and nine. In chapter three, Duo mentions how Wufei does not know he has multiple personalities. He believes Trieze and Meiran are separate people. I hope that clears up some confusion about that.
Also, I'm sorry if anyone was confused and thought Heero was in the mental institution as well. Hopefully the last chapter cleared that misunderstanding up. Later chapters will better and more fully explore the two of them.
Oh, and I hope the beginning to this chapter didn't totally confuse people. I thought I'd try something a little different, and that's just how the muse demanded that section be written.
And, finally, about the card game Spades, which is a lot of fun!:
www.ehow.com/how_4358_play-spades.html
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2004 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - Violet Nyte (no email right now!)
I'm still homeless!
Can you give me a website?