Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fushigi Otome ❯ Remember Me ( Chapter 10 )

"MAXWELL!!!!"

Minerva winced as Wufei's outrage echoed through the hall. Out of curiousity she looked outside her room, catching sight of a very green chinese pilot weilding a katana and wearing a towel. She stiffled a laugh, snorting as she tried to hold it in. Considering Wufei's current predicament she decided today probably wasn't a good idea to take a shower and threw on some clothes before exiting into the hallway.

"Woman! Where is Maxwell?"

Minerva smiled. "I have no idea."

"What are you smiling at?"

"Well, your green."

Wufei scowled and continued on down the hall with his katana in hand. She watched him go and then made the rest of the way down the hall. It had stopped snowwing and the ground outside was so bright you could barely see. Actually they could probably dig the cars out by now but no one had volunteered yet, hoping for the blanket of white to be melted a little more.

"Did you see him?"

Minerva turned around looking at Duo who was anticipating her answer. "Wufei?"

Duo nodded. "I always knew the man was a little green when it came to pranks but..."

"MAXWELL!"

Duo glanced back down the hall. "Gotta go!"

He ran off in the other direction, just as Wufei ran back down the hall after him.

Minerva smiled slightly, watching them run. She turned around, slightly surprised to notice Hilde standing behind her.

"Oh they're at it again arn't they?"

Minerva nodded. "Will they ever stop?"

"Oh, I'm sure they'll tire themselves out eventually, just wait a few hours."

Minerva nodded again, staring ahead into the kitchen, she could have sworn she noticed a hospital room. She began to walk towards it, blinking at the sudden brightness. When everything cleared she saw Quatre and Sally cooking dinner. "Hello."

Quatre turned around and smiled. "Hello."

"Can I..help at all?"

Sally smiled. "Well we could use some help. Feeding eleven people isn't an easy job. You can start with chopping the carrots."

Minerva nodded, walking over to the cutting board. She placed a carrot onto the board then slowly picked up the knife, cutting off the first piece.

"I'm here to help you get better. Minerva are you listening to me?"

"Yes."

She stared down at herself, at the white hospital gown, then back up at the blurred figure with the clipboard.

"It's alright to be scared, we're going to take this slow. Lets start by telling me what happened to your wrists."

The knife slipped, falling from her hands. She stepped back in reaction as the blade clattered to the floor. She looked up as Quatre and Sally both turned in surprise, then looked back down as drops of blood folowed the knife to the floor. Slowly she turned her wrist over, staring as blood seeped from an open wound.

Sally hurried over, grabbing Minerva's hand and wrapping it around her wrist, blood began to seep through as she ordered Quatre to get some bandages. Minerva just stared as the white towel began to stain red. She looked up at Sally as the docter gripped her wrist and tried to stop the bleeding.

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She tried to shut herself away from the rest of the guests at the table. She knew they we're staring at her, the bandage that now covered her wrist. It still hurt, it hadn't gone away like the other times.

"It looks like we'll be able to leave tonight."

The others nodded at Relena in agreement. Minerva sighed, looking to the kitchen and standing up. "Coffee is ready, if anyone wants some."

She gathered up the mugs and began to walk toward the kitchen. Trowa stood, holding out his mug. "I'll have some."

Minerva shook her head. "You wouldn't like it. Cathy made it."

The table went silent and Trowa followed the girl as she disapeared into the kitchen.

She set the mugs down one by one, taking turns filling them and setting them aside as Trowa approached. "Who are you?"

She froze, stiffening before she continued to refil the mugs, refusing to turn around and face the Heavy Arms pilot. "I don't know what your talking about."

"What else do you know about us? Personal details about our lives. Your not a spy, they know how to keep quiet."

"I just picked it up, thats all."

He stepped closer, moving the next mug aside before she was able to grab it. "It's more then that. Your aware of a lot more then your letting on. You might be able to fool one of us, but not all at once."

"I don't know what your talking about. I don't know anything."

He nodded and grabbed her wrist, Minerva winced, trying to pull away. "Let go."

He looked down, holding a firm grip as he unwraped the bandage, staring at the wound. "You didn't cut yourself with a knife. This injury is older. You didn't have it when you came in, how did you get it?"

She began to panic, staring at Trowa. "Please don't tell them."

"Tell them what? What are you trying to hide Minerva?"

Her eyes reflected fear and she bit her lip, fighting back the tears that had already begun to form in her eyes. She should have known, Trowa was the hardest to hide from. "I'm already dead."

Trowa's eyes widened in surprise and Minerva pulled her hand away, looking down in shame as she fumbled with rewrapping her bandage. "What do you believe Trowa? Do you think life ends after death? Or maybe I'm still dreaming. You said yourself. My wounds arn't fresh, I'm not crazy am I? You see it too don't you? You won't tell them will you?"

He stared at her, his eyes still locked in shock. Finally he turned around, grabbing one of the filled mugs and exiting the kitchen. Minerva leaned against the counter, staring at the wall in panic. What was going to happen now?

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"Your going to wake up. What your seeing is all in your dreams."

"No it's real! I can touch it."

"You only think you can. Your parents miss you, they want you to come home."

"No! Just leave me alone."

"Your being hostile."

She burried her head in her lap, staring at her room. Sometimes she would see white sheets, bars on the windows but next time she looked they would be gone. She just wanted to make it go away, why couldn't they just leave her be?

Looking up she stared out into the hall, moving her legs over the side of the bed and standing up. Almost zombie like she walked down the hall, glancing in the rooms, occassionally hearing the speech of an intercom. Her feet carried her up the steps to the top until she was staring down from a balcony. All these images, she just wanted them to stop. The wind blew her hair into her face and she looked down. The snow had melted and she could see the bare ground below. She gripped the rail, kicking off her shoes before palancing herself on the edge, holding onto the wall so she didn't fall prematurely. It was a long way down and she took a deep breath, preparing for the drop. The rail was so cold under her bare feet and she shivered, moving her arms slowly to her out to her sides as she leaned forward. Her feet slipped and she felt a hand close around her arm, yanking her back into the room.

She turned around, standing face to face with Wufei. "What are you doing woman?"

"I thought you'd be happy. You'd finally be rid of me."

He scowled. "Foolish woman. You think I want you dead? Jump out the window, did you cut yourself too, that wasn't an accident was it?"

"I don't belong here."

He gripped her arm tighter, his eyes harsh and angry. "Of course you don't. Coward. Can't take it so you think you can forget it?"

"You can't die twice."

"That doesn't mean you should tempt fate."

"You actually care."

"Idiot. Of course I do. You think just because I think you weak I would want you to die? I gave my life to protect people like you Hell if I let you just throw it away!"

She nodded slowly. "Tell me Wufei. If you had a choice between two what would you choose?"

"I don't answer foolish questions."

"Humor me."

He looked at her, trying to decide whether or not to answer. "I'd choose life Minerva."

He kept his eyes on her a moment longer before turning around and leaving the room. Minerva sighed, sliding into a sitting position against the wall. She stared ahead, watching as the room began to get brighter. The walls paled to cream as a steel door formed. She found herself sitting on a chair, a white cot pushed against the wall.

"Welcome back to reality Minerva."

She looked up, staring at the docter in front of her.

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