Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Righteous Cause ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Arigatomina 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.10.2002 | Updated On: 08.10.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 484 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.10.2002 | Updated On: 08.10.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 484 | Status: Work In Progress
Category: Yaoi, AU, Gundam Wing
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4
Warnings: slight angst, reference to past angst, shonen ai
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
Righteous Cause
Part 1
"Quatre, must you do that?" Black eyes narrowing, the boy reigned in his horse to narrowly miss the other.
"Wufei, it's all in fun." Throwing a smile to the Chinese boy, Quatre shook his head. He closed his legs around the white stallion and urged it forward and back into the trees lining the path. It wasn't often that he got an opportunity to ride for pleasure, and he wasn't going to let the boy spoil his chance...or his mood. A glance to the two boys riding behind Wufei showed that he wasn't the only one enjoying himself as Trowa's green eyes glinted warmly.
An expert rider, the blonde boy dodged trees and bramble as he kept pace with the others. He knew if he asked Trowa, the tall boy would join him, but he couldn't imagine the other two doing anything that resembled play. Having grown up together, he'd always been the youngest in spirit, even if their ages were nearly equal. Heero and Wufei were simply too serious in nature to take pleasure in life and Trowa only seemed to take pleasure in *his* pleasure. Smiling as he gazed at his tall lover, he spurred his horse suddenly and veered back onto the trail as he took the lead.
Growling, Wufei pulled back on his reigns and glared as he barely missed hitting the boy. But he wasn't really angry as it was nice to see the boy having fun. Since his father died, Quatre had taken over his estate and Wufei had tired of seeing the blonde boy's dedication. He was a dedicated person himself, and he worked diligently as the blonde's advisor, but he couldn't forget their childhood. There was something wrong with seeing light circles under the boy's pale blue-green eyes; evidence of his time spent pouring over documents.
Things weren't as bad as they could have been, however, as the death of his father had freed him from secrecy. Wufei knew the boy had been chastised for the rumors regarding his and Trowa's relationship and it was a fine thing that they no longer had to hide. Winner's death had also brought a change in positions for both Wufei and Heero as they no longer acted as enforcers. Strong despite their age, the two had ensured that taxes were paid on time and in full by the inhabitants of the Winner land. Their age had actually worked in their favor as people didn't realize the threat. But this too had changed as the gentle son had come to power and Quatre did his best to compensate his people for the pain dealt by his father.
Now, Wufei was used for his wisdom, and he was proud to the point of vanity about his ability to read people. Nothing got past him. Heero too was better used as the head guard in charge of defense rather than the muscle-man behind complete dictatorship. On the whole, they were content with their parts and while there were things each would like to change about their lives, moments of freedom such as the ride they were taking went far to remind them of how much they had.
"Quatre, don't get so far ahead." Ever watchful in the protection of his lord and friend, Heero passed the others as he closed the lead the blonde boy had on them. Despite the fact that the country was safer than it had ever been, his cobalt eyes flew to each movement as he made certain they were animals and not attackers. While confident in his strength, he gave a slight nod of gratitude when the two boys caught up to them; safety in numbers.
With a reluctant sigh, Quatre reigned in his horse and slowed a bit. It was mid-day and he knew they would have to head back soon. That may have been the reason he was so eager to play the young, reckless fool rather than dignified lord. Close to each other, they continued down the path and had Fate not intervened, they would have turned at the clearing and gone back. But Fate enjoys chaos and squirrels are not always as agile as they seem. Missing the limb it had leapt for, one such furry creature fell right onto the back of Quatre's horse and sent it into a panicked bolt as the small claws scrambled for a hold.
Letting out a shocked cry, Quatre struggled to gain control as the path grew farther away. The others were not far behind but it wasn't until the horse found itself out of running ground that it halted, rearing. It nearly plunged into the river and the others nearly ran into it, caught off guard by the sudden halt. It was as the panicked moment slowly faded that the squirrel gave up its hold and scurried off, down the riverbank. Following its course, the boys spotted the body.
While distinguishable as human, it was covered in what proved to be a mass of hair, dark and matted. Not wanting Quatre to see anything too gruesome, Heero waved the boy back as he knelt on the grass, frowning when he was ignored. There was nothing to be done about it, and the Japanese boy pressed two fingers to the clammy neck, cursing when he found a pulse. Rolling the figure onto its back, he took the cloak Trowa handed him and quickly wrapped it around the cold body. No alternative existed as he carried what might have been a boy or a girl to his horse. Whether the injuries were severe or not didn't matter as no help could come lying in the dirt. On the rush back, no one spoke; the sounds of animals in the forest like laughter in their ears, mocking their previously carefree jaunt.
* * *
"It's been too long."
Stepping up behind the boy, Trowa slid his arms over Quatre's shoulders, hugging him lightly as he pulled him away from the door. "There isn't anything we can do, you know that." He sighed as the boy turned, raising wide eyes to him. "All we can do is wait. Let the doctor do what he can." Catching Quatre's hand, he led him across the room, pulling him onto the sofa as he sat down.
Despite the fact that he didn't know the person, the thought of death was too painful to entertain. Moving closer to Trowa's side, Quatre glanced at Heero and Wufei who stood together near the door. They didn't seem especially bothered by the possibility, but he knew they'd seen more than their share of pain. They'd grown numb and as much as he hated not being able to change that, he wondered if they weren't luckier than him.
The doorknob turned slowly and all eyes watched as the doctor stepped out. An old man, he'd been on hand when Quatre was born and had never been tempted to leave his line of work. But he looked like he could do so now, his blue-gray eyes lifting slowly as he looked to Heero. His shoulders were slumped in a way the boy had never seen from the man and he knew immediately that the person had died.
"I was around during the last war," the man said slowly, voice so low Quatre and Trowa stood and came closer so they could hear him. "I remember they brought one of our men to me after he was rescued. He'd been tortured to an inch of his life and when he saw me he cried." Dropping his gaze when Quatre's eyes shimmered, he shook his head. "He didn't want to live." He didn't look up for a moment; then he folded his arms over his chest. "The reason I tell you is because this is worse, much worse. The best thing you could do for that boy in there is let him die."
"What?!"
Meeting Quatre's shocked gaze, he shook his head. "You could patch him up and he might survive, but I don't think he'd want to."
"You can't know that," Quatre whispered, holding tight to Trowa. "You don't know that at all..."
"It's your choice, Master Quatre. I've done what I can for him." Dropping his eyes again, the man turned. "The rest is up to you. But I warn you, I wash my hands of this."
"Wait!" Eyes wide, the blonde boy stared after the man. "Trowa...?" The arm around him tightened lightly as he looked up. "Can I see him?"
"Let us," Wufei said quickly, exchanging looks with Heero who nodded.
Entering the room, the first thing that hit them was the lack of light; it was very dark for a room where a doctor had been working on a patient. There were plenty of candles and they'd carried in three oil lamps, but none were lit. Then they neared the bed and they could see why. Light would have made the boy look worse. His features were obscured by swelling and by dark bruises, and his arms were wrapped in bandages. But the boy was breathing.
"Think we should let Quatre see this?" Wufei asked, voice low. He doubted the boy would wake, but he couldn't quite bring himself to raise his voice.
"We can't stop him." Moving closer, Heero's eyes caught on a cut on the boy's neck. It was a bite mark.
At the low curse, Wufei looked to Heero in surprise, then he froze as the boy on the bed moved. Glancing down, his breath caught as shockingly violet eyes opened. He didn't move as he waited for the boy to look at him, but he didn't. Not knowing what to do, he was about to get Quatre when Heero spoke roughly.
"Do you know who attacked you?"
Wincing at his friend's bluntness, he frowned when the boy didn't move. He blinked slowly, but his eyes remained focused straight ahead as if he were staring at something they couldn't see. Coldness settling over him, Wufei wondered if the boy was blind, and he moved his hand in front of the bruised face. The eyes followed the movement, but when they fell on him, he was startled by the glazed appearance, the dead way they blinked at him. "Heero," Wufei said slowly, his voice sounding faint in his ears. "Get Quatre."
Heero nodded sharply as he straightened, but when he moved, the boy's eyes snapped to him. It was disconcerting. Even though the eyes were focused on him, he couldn't see any sign of intelligence behind them, no fear or pain, nothing. Then he forced himself to move again and he was at the door in seconds. Quatre took a quick step forward when he opened the door, his pale eyes anxious. "He's conscious," Heero said slowly, "but...there's something wrong with him."
"I can help."
"He's pretty beaten-up, Quatre." Heero sighed when the blonde boy shook his head and didn't try to stop him and Trowa from entering the room. For a gentle looking boy, Quatre had a stubborn streak. Following them, he met Wufei's worried gaze and stepped to the bed. The boy didn't look up, his head lifted an inch or two as those violet eyes stared at his bandaged arms.
"Oh..." Eyes wide with concern, Quatre sank into the chair Wufei pushed next to the bed. Leaning forward, his hand hovered over the boy's shoulder then lowered so the tips of his fingers touched the sheet. The boy flinched and turned to look at him, eyes narrowed so they glinted in the dim light. Then his swollen lips parted in a toneless exhalation. "It's okay," Quatre said quickly. "You're safe here. No one's going to hurt you."
The boy continued to stare at him for a minute, then he closed his eyes, face still turned toward the blonde. Stepping forward, Trowa shook his head at the seated boy when Quatre looked like he was going to say something. With a sigh, the pale boy nodded, his gaze moving back to the boy in the bed as he slowly stood, letting his tall lover steer him out of the room. The moment the door was closed, the boy sighed.
Meeting Wufei's gaze, Heero frowned and stepped to the bed. He raised an eyebrow when the boy's eyes snapped open and looked at him. The boy didn't seem the least bit startled to find him standing there and Heero wondered if he *had* thought himself alone. He knew Quatre had left thinking the boy wanted to sleep, but Heero wasn't so sure. Sitting in the chair so recently vacated, Heero leaned toward the boy, watching closely so he could judge the reaction. There wasn't one.
"Did you understand what he said?" Heero could see Wufei's frown, but he didn't let it bother him. He watched the boy, trying to tell if there was any understanding in those wide violet eyes. "Do you understand anything?"
"Heero." Catching the boy's eyes, Wufei frowned and shook his head. Of all of them, Heero tended to be the least subtle.
Heero didn't glance up, his eyes caught as the boy opened his mouth. Leaning closer, he listened, but all he heard was another toneless breath and he saw the boy's eyes close. The boy turned his head so he was facing the ceiling and Heero stood slowly. He didn't resist when Wufei nodded toward the door, but his eyes moved back to the bed and he paused in the doorway when the boy turned to look at him for a moment before closing his eyes again.
* * *
TBC
--Notes--
Yes, another angsty fic. I managed to catch the end of a really weird show on HBO and it gave me some ideas. I don't know what the movie was, and I only saw about ten minutes of it, so this isn't a fusion or anything like that. I'm trying for a different style with this fic, since I think the movie was something by Shakespeare.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4
Warnings: slight angst, reference to past angst, shonen ai
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
Righteous Cause
Part 1
"Quatre, must you do that?" Black eyes narrowing, the boy reigned in his horse to narrowly miss the other.
"Wufei, it's all in fun." Throwing a smile to the Chinese boy, Quatre shook his head. He closed his legs around the white stallion and urged it forward and back into the trees lining the path. It wasn't often that he got an opportunity to ride for pleasure, and he wasn't going to let the boy spoil his chance...or his mood. A glance to the two boys riding behind Wufei showed that he wasn't the only one enjoying himself as Trowa's green eyes glinted warmly.
An expert rider, the blonde boy dodged trees and bramble as he kept pace with the others. He knew if he asked Trowa, the tall boy would join him, but he couldn't imagine the other two doing anything that resembled play. Having grown up together, he'd always been the youngest in spirit, even if their ages were nearly equal. Heero and Wufei were simply too serious in nature to take pleasure in life and Trowa only seemed to take pleasure in *his* pleasure. Smiling as he gazed at his tall lover, he spurred his horse suddenly and veered back onto the trail as he took the lead.
Growling, Wufei pulled back on his reigns and glared as he barely missed hitting the boy. But he wasn't really angry as it was nice to see the boy having fun. Since his father died, Quatre had taken over his estate and Wufei had tired of seeing the blonde boy's dedication. He was a dedicated person himself, and he worked diligently as the blonde's advisor, but he couldn't forget their childhood. There was something wrong with seeing light circles under the boy's pale blue-green eyes; evidence of his time spent pouring over documents.
Things weren't as bad as they could have been, however, as the death of his father had freed him from secrecy. Wufei knew the boy had been chastised for the rumors regarding his and Trowa's relationship and it was a fine thing that they no longer had to hide. Winner's death had also brought a change in positions for both Wufei and Heero as they no longer acted as enforcers. Strong despite their age, the two had ensured that taxes were paid on time and in full by the inhabitants of the Winner land. Their age had actually worked in their favor as people didn't realize the threat. But this too had changed as the gentle son had come to power and Quatre did his best to compensate his people for the pain dealt by his father.
Now, Wufei was used for his wisdom, and he was proud to the point of vanity about his ability to read people. Nothing got past him. Heero too was better used as the head guard in charge of defense rather than the muscle-man behind complete dictatorship. On the whole, they were content with their parts and while there were things each would like to change about their lives, moments of freedom such as the ride they were taking went far to remind them of how much they had.
"Quatre, don't get so far ahead." Ever watchful in the protection of his lord and friend, Heero passed the others as he closed the lead the blonde boy had on them. Despite the fact that the country was safer than it had ever been, his cobalt eyes flew to each movement as he made certain they were animals and not attackers. While confident in his strength, he gave a slight nod of gratitude when the two boys caught up to them; safety in numbers.
With a reluctant sigh, Quatre reigned in his horse and slowed a bit. It was mid-day and he knew they would have to head back soon. That may have been the reason he was so eager to play the young, reckless fool rather than dignified lord. Close to each other, they continued down the path and had Fate not intervened, they would have turned at the clearing and gone back. But Fate enjoys chaos and squirrels are not always as agile as they seem. Missing the limb it had leapt for, one such furry creature fell right onto the back of Quatre's horse and sent it into a panicked bolt as the small claws scrambled for a hold.
Letting out a shocked cry, Quatre struggled to gain control as the path grew farther away. The others were not far behind but it wasn't until the horse found itself out of running ground that it halted, rearing. It nearly plunged into the river and the others nearly ran into it, caught off guard by the sudden halt. It was as the panicked moment slowly faded that the squirrel gave up its hold and scurried off, down the riverbank. Following its course, the boys spotted the body.
While distinguishable as human, it was covered in what proved to be a mass of hair, dark and matted. Not wanting Quatre to see anything too gruesome, Heero waved the boy back as he knelt on the grass, frowning when he was ignored. There was nothing to be done about it, and the Japanese boy pressed two fingers to the clammy neck, cursing when he found a pulse. Rolling the figure onto its back, he took the cloak Trowa handed him and quickly wrapped it around the cold body. No alternative existed as he carried what might have been a boy or a girl to his horse. Whether the injuries were severe or not didn't matter as no help could come lying in the dirt. On the rush back, no one spoke; the sounds of animals in the forest like laughter in their ears, mocking their previously carefree jaunt.
* * *
"It's been too long."
Stepping up behind the boy, Trowa slid his arms over Quatre's shoulders, hugging him lightly as he pulled him away from the door. "There isn't anything we can do, you know that." He sighed as the boy turned, raising wide eyes to him. "All we can do is wait. Let the doctor do what he can." Catching Quatre's hand, he led him across the room, pulling him onto the sofa as he sat down.
Despite the fact that he didn't know the person, the thought of death was too painful to entertain. Moving closer to Trowa's side, Quatre glanced at Heero and Wufei who stood together near the door. They didn't seem especially bothered by the possibility, but he knew they'd seen more than their share of pain. They'd grown numb and as much as he hated not being able to change that, he wondered if they weren't luckier than him.
The doorknob turned slowly and all eyes watched as the doctor stepped out. An old man, he'd been on hand when Quatre was born and had never been tempted to leave his line of work. But he looked like he could do so now, his blue-gray eyes lifting slowly as he looked to Heero. His shoulders were slumped in a way the boy had never seen from the man and he knew immediately that the person had died.
"I was around during the last war," the man said slowly, voice so low Quatre and Trowa stood and came closer so they could hear him. "I remember they brought one of our men to me after he was rescued. He'd been tortured to an inch of his life and when he saw me he cried." Dropping his gaze when Quatre's eyes shimmered, he shook his head. "He didn't want to live." He didn't look up for a moment; then he folded his arms over his chest. "The reason I tell you is because this is worse, much worse. The best thing you could do for that boy in there is let him die."
"What?!"
Meeting Quatre's shocked gaze, he shook his head. "You could patch him up and he might survive, but I don't think he'd want to."
"You can't know that," Quatre whispered, holding tight to Trowa. "You don't know that at all..."
"It's your choice, Master Quatre. I've done what I can for him." Dropping his eyes again, the man turned. "The rest is up to you. But I warn you, I wash my hands of this."
"Wait!" Eyes wide, the blonde boy stared after the man. "Trowa...?" The arm around him tightened lightly as he looked up. "Can I see him?"
"Let us," Wufei said quickly, exchanging looks with Heero who nodded.
Entering the room, the first thing that hit them was the lack of light; it was very dark for a room where a doctor had been working on a patient. There were plenty of candles and they'd carried in three oil lamps, but none were lit. Then they neared the bed and they could see why. Light would have made the boy look worse. His features were obscured by swelling and by dark bruises, and his arms were wrapped in bandages. But the boy was breathing.
"Think we should let Quatre see this?" Wufei asked, voice low. He doubted the boy would wake, but he couldn't quite bring himself to raise his voice.
"We can't stop him." Moving closer, Heero's eyes caught on a cut on the boy's neck. It was a bite mark.
At the low curse, Wufei looked to Heero in surprise, then he froze as the boy on the bed moved. Glancing down, his breath caught as shockingly violet eyes opened. He didn't move as he waited for the boy to look at him, but he didn't. Not knowing what to do, he was about to get Quatre when Heero spoke roughly.
"Do you know who attacked you?"
Wincing at his friend's bluntness, he frowned when the boy didn't move. He blinked slowly, but his eyes remained focused straight ahead as if he were staring at something they couldn't see. Coldness settling over him, Wufei wondered if the boy was blind, and he moved his hand in front of the bruised face. The eyes followed the movement, but when they fell on him, he was startled by the glazed appearance, the dead way they blinked at him. "Heero," Wufei said slowly, his voice sounding faint in his ears. "Get Quatre."
Heero nodded sharply as he straightened, but when he moved, the boy's eyes snapped to him. It was disconcerting. Even though the eyes were focused on him, he couldn't see any sign of intelligence behind them, no fear or pain, nothing. Then he forced himself to move again and he was at the door in seconds. Quatre took a quick step forward when he opened the door, his pale eyes anxious. "He's conscious," Heero said slowly, "but...there's something wrong with him."
"I can help."
"He's pretty beaten-up, Quatre." Heero sighed when the blonde boy shook his head and didn't try to stop him and Trowa from entering the room. For a gentle looking boy, Quatre had a stubborn streak. Following them, he met Wufei's worried gaze and stepped to the bed. The boy didn't look up, his head lifted an inch or two as those violet eyes stared at his bandaged arms.
"Oh..." Eyes wide with concern, Quatre sank into the chair Wufei pushed next to the bed. Leaning forward, his hand hovered over the boy's shoulder then lowered so the tips of his fingers touched the sheet. The boy flinched and turned to look at him, eyes narrowed so they glinted in the dim light. Then his swollen lips parted in a toneless exhalation. "It's okay," Quatre said quickly. "You're safe here. No one's going to hurt you."
The boy continued to stare at him for a minute, then he closed his eyes, face still turned toward the blonde. Stepping forward, Trowa shook his head at the seated boy when Quatre looked like he was going to say something. With a sigh, the pale boy nodded, his gaze moving back to the boy in the bed as he slowly stood, letting his tall lover steer him out of the room. The moment the door was closed, the boy sighed.
Meeting Wufei's gaze, Heero frowned and stepped to the bed. He raised an eyebrow when the boy's eyes snapped open and looked at him. The boy didn't seem the least bit startled to find him standing there and Heero wondered if he *had* thought himself alone. He knew Quatre had left thinking the boy wanted to sleep, but Heero wasn't so sure. Sitting in the chair so recently vacated, Heero leaned toward the boy, watching closely so he could judge the reaction. There wasn't one.
"Did you understand what he said?" Heero could see Wufei's frown, but he didn't let it bother him. He watched the boy, trying to tell if there was any understanding in those wide violet eyes. "Do you understand anything?"
"Heero." Catching the boy's eyes, Wufei frowned and shook his head. Of all of them, Heero tended to be the least subtle.
Heero didn't glance up, his eyes caught as the boy opened his mouth. Leaning closer, he listened, but all he heard was another toneless breath and he saw the boy's eyes close. The boy turned his head so he was facing the ceiling and Heero stood slowly. He didn't resist when Wufei nodded toward the door, but his eyes moved back to the bed and he paused in the doorway when the boy turned to look at him for a moment before closing his eyes again.
* * *
TBC
--Notes--
Yes, another angsty fic. I managed to catch the end of a really weird show on HBO and it gave me some ideas. I don't know what the movie was, and I only saw about ten minutes of it, so this isn't a fusion or anything like that. I'm trying for a different style with this fic, since I think the movie was something by Shakespeare.