Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sandrock was no more ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 15 )

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Chapter fourteen

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Trowa handed his koi his favorite light blue coat. "Wu Fei, we're going down to the police station. Hopefully, we won't be too long." He called out.

The Chinese boy nodded, appearing at the top of the stairs, "I'll call your cell phone if Duo comes back, or calls."

"Don't forget, Wu Fei…" Quatre frowned looking at his wrists. His sleeves fell two inches short of where they were the last time he had worn this jacket.

Trowa smirked, eyeing the blonde's dilemma. "Would you like to use one of my coats?"

Quatre nodded, removing his too small garment, handing it back to Trowa, who left to find a larger one. "…That we'll be moving to the new safe house once Duo returns?" He finished looking back up at the Chinese boy.

"I'll make sure that both Duo and Hiiro are ready." Wu Fei promised, "I'm already to go, myself."

The blonde nodded, accepting Trowa's dark green trench coat. "We'll call you if it takes to long." He said as he walked towards the door, slipping on the coat. The sleeves covered his hands, hiding them completely. He scowled, `It's a lot big.' He thought, `To small, to big? I don't fit in anymore…do I?'

Trowa paused on his way out, noticing the dark look on Quatre's face, "What's wrong?"

"Nandemoni." The smaller boy smiled, pushing the troublesome sleeves up, and continuing out to the car, the taller boy following close behind.

Trowa had been driving for several miles in Quatre's silence as the blonde stared out of his window. "Koi, what's wrong?" He asked, concerned.

Quatre looked up, startled out of whatever train of thought he was engulfed in. "Huh?"

"You seem troubled." Trowa observed, shifting glances between the road and Quatre.

"Oh. I was just thinking." The boy shrugged, "In general."

"You want to talk?" Trowa pressed.

Quatre sighed, turning his glance to his hands that were folded neatly in his lap, and the long sleeves that had fallen back down. He scowled again. "A lot has changed, hasn't it?"

Trowa frowned slightly trying to grasp what was bothering the other boy. "I suppose so…"

"I feel…" the blonde stopped, and sighed again.

"Quatre, it's okay." Trowa encouraged, "Tell me what's bothering you."

Quatre glanced over at the banged boy. He was thinner, like he hadn't eaten well in a long time. He also had dark circled around his visible eye, like he hadn't slept well either. The look in those emerald eyes was different than what he remembered. Quatre could still feel the other boy's love, but now… it reached his eyes too… in fact, a range of emotions were clearly displayed on Trowa's face. He had lost most of the mask that had hidden his deepest person for the longest time.

Quatre then thought about Hiiro. How frantic he was before hearing from Duo, and even after, how the Japanese pilot openly worried for his friend… `No…' Quatre amended, `Not friend… Love. Hiiro, openly, loves Duo.'

The blonde thought about the braided boy. Duo hadn't changed all that much that Quatre could see, but the blonde was now taller than him. And Wu Fei… He seemed to be more sociable, even a little bit. Quatre had yet to see him yell at Duo, or get into a staring contest with Hiiro. "Everyone's changed so much." Quatre finally whispered.

"So have you." Trowa pointed out, gently, stealing another glance away from the road.

Quatre's aquamarine eyes grew teary, but he refused to allow them to fall. "Have I?"

Trowa frowned, and pulled the car off the side of the road. Putting it into park, he turned to the troubled blonde, ignoring the confused look about his abrupt actions. "Quatre, what is it? What's bothering you really?"

"I…I…" Quatre stammered, trying to find his words.

Trowa placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, "Little one, I want to help."

Quatre allowed Trowa to pull him into his arms, and quietly, the blonde began to cry into the other's coat. "Everything's so different! I feel like I don't really belong here!" He blurted out in a rush, "You've all lived a whole year without me! I'll never know what you all went through…It's like I didn't exist! Like I still don't exist…"

"Quatre…" Trowa's frown deepened, "Quatre, I…" He felt at a lost for words. "Quatre… I'm sorry."

"I'm not that boy that everyone thinks I am…" he whispered, "I don't think I can ever be him again…"

"Quatre…?" Trowa asked, fear entering his heart, his soul.

"I'm not as close to everyone as I was…"

"You're close to me."

"Can we really just pick up where we left off?" Quatre pulled away, frowning at the banged boy, confusion written on his child like face.

Trowa ran a finger along the contour of the blonde's cheek. `It's not so child like anymore.' He noted wryly. `Not such a little one.'

"Can everything truly be as it was?" Quatre demanded, "Is that even possible?"

"No, Quatre. It's not possible." Trowa admitted reluctantly, "But nothing ever stays the same. Your relationships with the others and myself would have changed whether you were there or not. It's part of growing up and the passage of time. It's not something that can be helped."

"Trowa…"

"I really don't think it's as bad as you think." Trowa said thoughtfully, "Everyone still loves you, still holds you dear…They're really glad that you've come back. I think you just have to give it some time. We all do." The banged boy offered a gentle smile and Quatre couldn't help but smile back.

"Thank you, Trowa." He whispered.

"No problem, Little One, I hope I was at least, some help?" He asked drawing the smaller boy close for a hug.

The blonde nodded, "A big help."

"Was there anything else on your mind?" Trowa asked.

Quatre frowned thoughtfully, "Actually…"

"What?"

The blonde shook his head and smiled, "Let's go to the station, and then I'll be able to tell you what afterwards. Okay?"

Trowa shrugged, "Okay." He started the car and pulled back onto the road.

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Robin stepped into her dark apartment, closing the door behind her. She walked through the hall, ignoring the messages on the machine, into the living room. `It seems so big and empty.' She sadly thought to herself, `I didn't think he'd stay forever… but…' She fell onto the couch and sobbed, "I didn't think he'd be gone this soon!"

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At the police station, Trowa and Quatre pushed themselves through a rough crowd, "I didn't think it ever got this busy here." The taller boy frowned. Quatre shuddered, his hand going to his chest.

"We just made a major drug bust." The receptionist explained when the boys finally reached the front desk, "Now what can I do for you?"

"We're here to file a report." Trowa said, keeping an eye on Quatre, who was wandering off, "We were told to come by."

The receptionist nodded and took some forms out of various folders. Clipping them to a clip board, she handed them to the tall boy, with a pen. "You can go into room 4. Down the hall and to the left. Ya can't miss it." Trowa nodded, "Bring them back to me when you're done."

"Thank you." Trowa said, looking for where the blonde had disappeared to, "Quatre?"

The blonde was standing in front of a glass door. On the other side were cell blocks. In the end one was Catherine. "She is here." Quatre murmured to himself. He looked confused.

"Quatre?" Trowa asked, resting his hand on the boy's shoulder.

Quatre looked up at him. "Do you really think she deserves to be in there?" He asked.

Trowa frowned, "She did try to kill you, on more than one occasion, Quatre. Plus she's been harassing me for the longest time. Why? Do you not think so?"

The blonde looked back at the girl. She was huddled in a far corner, rocking back and forth. She looked frightened. "No, Trowa, I don't…I…I mean look at her." He turned his gaze back to the taller boy, "Yes, she tried to hurt me…us… but does she deserve this?"

Trowa sighed, a faint smile on his face. "That's one thing that will never change about you, Quatre." He said, "You're full of kindness and forgiveness."

"I didn't say I forgive her." The boy scowled, "She cost me a year away from you. It's going to be a long time before I forgive her…if ever." His expression softened, "I just don't think this is the right solution."

"What do you suggest?" Trowa asked, looking at the pitiful view behind the glass.

Quatre thought, "Is there a way we could have her committed? I mean… she is emotionally disturbed, and obviously crazy. She needs help, not imprisonment."

"I can look into it if you would like." Trowa agreed, "But if not, then will you press charges? If she isn't locked up somehow then she'll just keep coming after us."

Quatre nodded, and allowed Trowa to lead him away to talk to an officer.

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Hiiro was trying to keep busy.

Another shirt was carelessly thrown into the suitcase on the bed.

He had to keep busy.

If he didn't have something to do, something to occupy his mind…

The Japanese boy growled and threw the suitcase across the room, spilling the contents onto the floor. Aggravated, he flopped onto the bed, and stared at the ceiling. "Damn you, Duo." He grumbled. "Where are you?"

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To be continued…