Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sandrock was no more ❯ Chapter 19 ( Chapter 20 )

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Chapter nineteen

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Quatre was alone in the library reading when a servant knocked on the door and approached him.

"Excuse me, Quatre-sama." He bowed slightly, "There is a young woman here to see Trowa-sama, but he is unavailable at the moment. Should I show her in?"

The small blonde looked up, "Oh, sure." He said in a quiet voice, closing his book and placing it on the side table.

The servant bowed stiffly before ushering in a tall young woman with long blonde hair and the freakiest eyebrows Quatre had ever seen, "Dorothy." He acknowledged coldly.

"Quatre Rababa Winner." She smirked, "I see you are doing well."

The smaller teenager stood, his body tense. "Trowa is not going to like you being here." He warned, "What do you want, Dorothy?"

The girl huffed, "I don't recall you ever being so rude before." She strolled over to the large bay windows peering outside, "I suppose that's what a life without luxury will do to you though."

"You haven't answered my question, Dorothy." The blonde pressed.

Dorothy turned and walked over to the fire place, admiring the pair of fencing swords that hung above it. Quatre could feel his skin crawl. "How long has it been since our last duel?"

"Not long enough." The boy grumbled. Dorothy gave him a sharp glance.

"How is it that no matter what happens to you Gundam pilots, you never die?" she wondered almost innocently.

"What?" Quatre demanded, honestly confused.

The devilish blonde reached up and took one of the swords, "You can be shot, blown up, stabbed, beaten, taken prisoner, jump out of a twenty story building over a cliff, sink and God knows what else and still be alive. How?" She advanced toward the other blonde, holding her sword on guard.

"I… I… I don't know what you're talking about." Quatre stuttered backing away, stumbling over the side table.

"Of course you do." She accused, "How could you not?"

"Dorothy, listen to me!" He begged, as she took a swing at him, "Don't do this!"

"Quatre Rababa Winner, I see that you are still as kind as ever. I challenge you to a fight!" She swung at him again, "A fight in which one of us shall die."

"Dorothy…" Quatre warned narrowly missing being sliced. He rolled across the floor till he was in front of the fire place. He reached up and grabbed the other sword, twisting just in time to parry an attack aimed for his heart.

The girl glared evilly at him, "I'm going to cut you to little pieces so that there is no way for you to come back to life."

Her onslaught was vicious. There were no merciful possibilities for him as he tried to defend himself, "Dorothy, please!" He pleaded blocking another attack, "There is no reason for this!"

"Defending will not defeat me." She warned, "If you do not defeat me, I will kill you." She lunged forward, catching his arm with the tip of her sword digging a deep gouge.

The boy fell back, gripping his arm. "Why? Why do you insist we go through this? I thought we had settled this already."

"This will never be settled until one of us is dead." Dorothy coldly informed him. "And I fully plan on it not being ME!" She attacked again forcing the boy to roll out of the way and back onto his feet. "In this time after war, people such as ourselves have become unnecessary." She began. "The kindness we feel is generated by everyone around us."

"Then we should be able to live peaceably with everyone!" Quatre countered, parrying her next attack.

"But the world's kindness is false!" Dorothy insisted, "We need a new war to show them the true meaning of kindness."

"Dorothy, that's just crazy!" Quatre glared, "We live in this world because the people have learned what kindness is and how they should use it to live with each other peaceably! The time for war is over!"

"Is that why you kept the Gundams?" She sneered attacking him again.

"What?" Quatre frowned, "NO! We kept the Gundams so that we may preserve this era and protect it from people like you!" He lunged forward. With a swift twist of his wrist he caught her sword wrenching from her. He then moved his blade point to her throat. "People who want nothing but endless fighting and bloodshed."

Dorothy frowned at this turn of events, "You've improved." She noted. "Now kill me, or I will come back again and again until one of us is dead."

The blonde boy just stared at her.

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Relena wondered around the estate, looking for Hiiro. `Quatre always did know how to live it up in style.' She thought to herself, admiring the view and furnishings.

"Relena." A cold stoic voice addressed.

The girl stopped not turning around, "Hello, Hiiro." She said quietly, "Are you going to kill me?"

The Japanese boy just stared at the back of her head. In fact he did have his gun leveled to it from where he stood several feet away.

The girl turned, head bowed, "I'm sorry, Hiiro." She said sorrowfully, "I know what I did was wrong, and that you are going to kill me for it, but I…" She choked, and looked up desperately at him. Pain, remorse, envy, these things radiated from her tearing eyes. "I only meant the best, Hiiro." She said lamely, "I wanted to free you and the others from your… bloody responsibilities. I never meant for any of you to be hurt… I just wanted the Gundams to be…" She stopped unable to continue. "I'm so sorry, Hiiro." She whispered miserably.

"Relena." Hiiro said quietly. The girl stared into the barrel of his hand gun, tears streaming down her face.

"It's okay, Hiiro." She whispered, a small smile on her lips, "Go ahead and kill me."

"Omeo koruso." He said lowering his eyes as he squeezed the trigger.

"Arigato, Hiiro, Arigato…" She whispered.

A deep weight filled his chest as the sound of her dead body thudded to the floor, its crimson life force spreading and seeping into the fibers of the carpet. He found that he was unable to look at the one he had once considered friend. "Gomenasai, Relena." He whispered, a single tear slipping down his emotionless mask.

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Quatre's body shook with each ragged breath he forced into his lungs. Sweat was dripping from his forehead. His arm was drenched in blood. His sword at the throat of Dorothy Catalonia. The blonde haired woman was taunting him into ending her life with promises of returning until he did. She looked so hateful and yet pitiful at the same time.

"I swear, Quatre Rababa Winner, if you don't end this now, I'll never go away!" She was near hysterics. "I'll make sure that what happened to Hilde will happen to all of your sisters and your friends! There will be little black boxes following you till the end of your life!"

Quatre's aquamarine eyes narrowed and swirled with darkness close to hatred. He raised his arm as if to strike, watching as the crazy woman brace herself for a violent death. With a sigh he turned and walked away throwing his sword aside, "It's over, Dorothy."

"DAMN YOU!" she shrieked pulling a gun from behind her back, taking aim at the retreating blonde's back "THIS IS NOT OVER!"

"Don't even think about it." A cold voice threatened, coming out of the shadows. A cold hardness was pressed to the back of her skull, and Dorothy visibly stiffened. "He may have the heart to spare you're sorry life, but I'm not him."

Dorothy smirked and lowered her weapon, dropping it to the floor, "Duo Maxwell." She addressed smugly, "Did you find out what death felt like? Are you going to tell me about it?"

Duo's violet eyes narrowed angrily, "Why don't you find out first hand!" He shouted as he squeezed the trigger, blowing her brains through the front of her head, "See you in Hell, Bitch." He said as her body fell forward, landing in her own brain matter and blood.

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Trowa stared at the admissions form he was asked to sign. It would make it so that Catherine would be in the mental hospital until she was deemed no longer a threat. `Why couldn't you just leave me alone?' He wondered as he scribbled his name across the paper. `None of this would have happened.'

"TRITON!" A high pitched woman shrieked, "YOU'RE HOME! YOU'RE FINALLY HOME!"

The banged one glared in the direction of the ranting as the orderlies fought to restrain his sister. He bowed his head and turned away, "My name is Trowa." He mumbled, leaving the hospital, "And you are not my sister."

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Owa`ri

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