Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sandrock was no more ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 12 )

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Chapter eleven

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"Trowa!" Catherine's overjoyed voice called, "I'm so relieved to see you are doing well."

"What do you want, Cathy." Trowa frowned, crossing his arms.

"To talk to you. To bring you home where you belong."

"I am home, Catherine!" Trowa snapped, "I am where I belong!"

"Oh, Trowa, that's because you don't know any better." The woman chided, "But your big sister knows what's best for you."

"Good, then you'll leave and not look back."

"I can't do that, Trowa." Catherine smiled sweetly. The look sent chill down the banged boy's spine and her next words made his blood run cold. "You're still a minor."

"N…Nani`?" he stepped back, shocked. "What are you talking about? I turned eighteen earlier this year."

"No, silly. You're going by some random day that some moron gave you somewhere along your life." She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a slip of paper, "But according to your birth certificate, you won't be eighteen until the end of this year."

"What the Hell are you talking about?" Trowa yelled, grabbing for the paper, "There is no way in Hell that you'd be able to get my birth certificate. I've been alone since the day I was born!"

"Actually, it's a very interesting story." Catherine said, quite pleased with herself. "I'll be more than happy to tell it to you on the way home. You should really offer your thanks to Dorothy, though. I never would have found it if it wasn't for her. Now, if you would please go gather your things, we can be on our way."

"He's not going anywhere." Hiiro's voice carried down from the top of the stairs.

"I'm not giving him a choice." Catherine pulled out another slip of paper. "I have custody over him, which extends until he's twenty one."

"You can't do that! You don't have the right." Trowa yelled at her.

"I do so have the right as your only living relative."

"Damn it, Catherine." Trowa snarled, "When are you going to get it through your head? I'm not your brother!"

"But you are, Trowa, and I can prove it."

"I think you should leave." Wu Fei's voice came from behind the woman.

"If I have to return with the police, it won't be pretty." Catherine's gray-violet eyes narrowed hatefully, "If Trowa doesn't turn eighteen until next year, and he's the oldest of the four of you… You'll all be taken into custody and I'm sure that as a result of your terrorist activities… It won't be a day at the circus."

"Leave. Now." Hiiro ordered sending down his death glare.

"Fine, I'll leave." Catherine said turning to go, smirking at the Chinese boy as she passed. Wu Fei glared at her, his arms crossed over his chest. "But I promise to return."

"Thanks for the warning." Trowa said as he pushed her out the door.

"What was her problem?" Wu Fei asked as Trowa slammed the door.

The banged one didn't answer. He stared at the closed door, seething in fury.

"Barton." Hiiro barked getting the boy's attention. "Calm yourself or you'll disturb Quatre."

Trowa's anger melted into concern for the smaller blonde, "Quatre…" Trowa heaved a sigh, his emotionless mask finding its way back to his face.

"What's going on?" Duo hissed coming up from behind the Japanese pilot, "Quatre went all freaky, screaming something about Trowa being taken away?"

"Is he alright?"

"Yeah, I guess so…" Duo looked over his shoulder towards the bedroom. "He didn't wake up, just started to thrash around. He's calmer now."

"Why don't you go back and sit with him until he wakes." Hiiro ordered, "Then get him some food." The braided boy mock saluted as he spun and headed back to the bedroom. The Japanese boy shook his head in mild irritation then turned his attention to the Chinese boy, "Wu Fei?"

"I got it." He assured. "It's a hunk of junk though. I would have thought Noin would have taken better care of her mobile suit."

"Where did you put it?"

"The other hanger. I didn't want to risk a bomb being planted on the Taurus too."

Hiiro nodded, "Go tell Duo that he'll pilot it in three hours." Wu Fei nodded and bounded up the stairs. Trowa was about to follow when Hiiro stopped him, "Hold on a minute."

The banged boy stopped, his look indifferent. "What is it, Hiiro?" The other boy faced him, staring into the depths of his eyes. `The routine.' Trowa almost smirked. "Don't worry, Hiiro, I'm not going to kill myself. Quatre's back."

"That doesn't mean that you haven't gone crazy." The stoic boy said. "Duo told me how he found Catherine after you stole her jeep. She was bleeding."

"I didn't strike her if that's what you're getting at." Trowa frowned slightly, "Give me some credit."

"You've become very unpredictable in this past year." Hiiro pointed out. "More emotional than I or any of us have ever seen."

"Is that a bad thing, Hiiro? We're not in war anymore. Do we need to be as detached?"

"No." Hiiro admitted, "It's not necessary. -Unless you take it too far."

Trowa glared, "I didn't strike her, Hiiro."

"Then what happened?"

Trowa's glare deepened, "I don't have to explain myself to you or anyone else."

"Trowa." Hiiro called as the taller boy pushed by him. "As a friend, I'm…" The stoic boy paused, trying to come up with the right expression, "…concerned about you. You haven't been yourself. You're under a lot of stress. If I can… I want to help."

Trowa rolled what Hiiro was trying to say around his head. After a few moments he turned back to his friend. "She jumped in front of the jeep as I was leaving." His shoulders slumped, "I didn't mean to, but she didn't leave me time to react."

Hiiro nodded. "If she comes back, It's going to be Hell."

"I know."

"Will she come back?"

"She'll be back."

The friends stood in silence for several minutes.

"I'm going to inspect the Taurus. Send Duo down when you see him." Hiiro said heading out the door.

Trowa nodded and headed up stairs.

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/`I hope you said goodbye…'/ The voice taunted, a blurred face popped up on his view screen, /`Don't worry, I'll take good care of Trowa.'/

"TROWA!" The blonde screamed jolting awake. Instantly there were arms wrapped around him, comforting him.

"It's okay, Quatre." Trowa soothed to no avail. The smaller boy continued to shudder, mumbling inaudibly, "What is it?"

He shook his head violently, his eyes tightly shut.

"Quatre, tell me." Trowa frowned. "Please, Little one? I want to help."

"It hurts, Trowa." The blonde whispered. "I'm afraid… Does that make me weak?"

"No. It doesn't."

The boy buried himself in the taller boy's embrace. Silence fell between them for several minutes before the boy began to speak again. "Trowa, can you tell me what happened?"

"When?" Trowa swallowed the lump that had lodged itself in his throat.

"Before I disappeared?"

"…Sure, Quatre." The banged boy sighed deeply before recounting the fight they had, the kiss, the mid air explosion, his personal devastation. He stopped just before going into the funeral's details.

The blonde was quiet, thinking about what he had heard along with what he had just dreamed. After a while he finally spoke, "Trowa… I…I think there was someone there… on Sandrock's communication line… I think they were responsible for the bomb."

"Really?" The banged boy quirked an eyebrow, "Do you know who it was?"

"No." He shook his head, "But if I saw them-I'd know."

Trowa smiled, kissing the top of the boy's head, "Little one…"

"Hmmm?" The smaller boy looked up at him.

"Nandimoni." Trowa smiled, "Would you like some breakfast? Then I can take you to see your friend."

"I am hungry." The boy admitted.

Trowa stood, pulling the blonde with him, "You can wash up and I'll go order some brunch to be made. I'll be back in twenty minutes?"

"Okay." Quatre smiled, "Thank you, Trowa."

"You're welcome, Quatre."

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Robin was watching a cheesy soap opera when Quatre knocked on her door, a bouquet of flowers in his hands, a smile on his face. "Mathew!" She greeted, a wide smile of her own crossing her face, "Where have you been? Are you okay?"

The blonde reached over, minding her I.V., and giving her a hug, "I'm better than okay."

"You can see." She grinned.

"And I remember." He smirked, "Well, bits and pieces, but more of the puzzle has been filled in… I have most of my life back."

"Really?" she asked surprised, "Mathew that's great!" She then paused, "I guess your name isn't Mathew, is it?"

The blonde shook his head, "No, It's Quatre. Quatre Rababa Winner."

"Winner!" She gasped, "Quatre… You're from the colonies… Your family has the majority of the natural resource satellites. You're famous." She frowned, "I wonder why I didn't recognize you from before… I'm sorry, I could have had you back to your family by now…"

"It's okay, really." Quatre smiled softly, "They thought I was dead. Actually, they still do."

"You should give them a call." She said, "I'm sure that they'll want to get you back as soon as possible."

"I can't." The boy shook his head, "Or rather, I don't want to."

Robin frowned, confused, "Why, Quatre? They're your family."

"I found Trowa." He whispered. "Actually, he found me."

"Really…" her frown saddened, "That's great, Quatre. I'm happy for you."

"Robin?" Quatre asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah!" she smiled with false sincerity. "I'm fine. The doctor said that I can leave tomorrow morning."

"I want to thank you for everything you've done for me." Quatre said. "I hope we can remain friends."

"I'd like that, Quatre." She smiled. "So what's it like?" She asked, "What's it like being you?"

Laughing, he told her what he remembered. She then told him what she knew of his family and its business. It was far too soon when a light knock rasped against the door.

"Quatre.' A tall teenager with reddish brown hair that covered half his face called from the doorway. "Visiting hours are almost up, and we need to get home."

"Okay, I'm coming." The blonde said looking at him. The other boy nodded and left.

"Trowa?" Robin asked.

Quatre's face flushed, as he nodded. A small smile on his face. "I'm still missing parts of my past, but I know that I loved him deeply."

"I can tell." She squeezed his hand, "I think you still do."

Quatre leaned over and kissed her cheek, "I'll call you in a few days, Okay?" He asked, "We can go for a walk or to see a movie?"

"That sounds perfect." Robin agreed. "Goodbye, Quatre."

"Laters, Robin." The blonde waved.

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There were police cars in front of the estate when Quatre and Trowa arrived home.

"Kuso." Trowa swore backing the car up and parking it behind some bushes.

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To be continued…