Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sunrise ❯ Sunrise ( Chapter 1 )

((Buaha! The somewhat awaited sequel to 'Sunset'! Just a reminder that I
do not own Gundam Wing, blah blah blah.))

"Sunrise"

~*~

"Hello?" Quatre asked as he answered the phone. He sat beside Trowa, who
had his arm around the petite blonde's waist.

"Yes, this is where Duo Maxwell resides . . ." he said into the phone, his
voice suddenly growing weary. Trowa cast his attention away from the
television and turned to his lover, as did Heero, who was sitting at the
kitchen table typing in his laptop, and Wufei, who was sitting in the
recliner beside the couch that Trowa and Quatre sat upon. All grew silent,
as they awaited Quatre's next reply.

"Is he going to be all right?!" Quatre asked suddenly, his voice reaching
slight panic. At that, Wufei quickly grabbed the remote sitting on the arm
of the recliner and turned down the volume of the television. Then,
another short wait ensured.

"We'll be there right away, doctor!" Quatre said, rapidly leaping up from
beside Trowa, causing the latter boy's arm to retreat to his lap. Hanging
up the phone, all three boys turned to the blonde, silently asking him with
their gazes what happened to Duo.

"Duo's in the hospital. He's got pneumonia," he said, looking to all three
pilots. Heero's eyes grew slightly larger.

"How?" he asked. Just as Quatre shook his head and opened his mouth to
answer, Wufei spoke up.

"The other day when I went searching for him, the idiot fell asleep in the
rain. He must'a caught something, right?" the Chinese answered. Quatre
nodded, and then tilted his head at the reply.

"Why was he out, sleeping in the rain . . .?" he asked, innocently. Wufei
shot a quick glare to the two boys behind Quatre.

"He left the house to go walk off some steam. He didn't come back so I had
to go find him. When I did, I found him standing against the rail on the
bridge in Tragic Maiden's park, sleeping while standing up," he answered.
Casting a gaze up to the ceiling, he added, "Kind of ironic, name of the
park, now that I think about it . . ."

Quatre shook his head slowly, "I'd expect something like that from Duo.
Now why did he-"

Before he could complete his sentence, he cast a quickly glance down to
Trowa, who was shaking his head at him. Oh yeah. It was -that- that
caused Duo's departure; Heero sleeping with another.

"Which hospital is he at?" asked the guilty, closing his laptop.

"Saint Hiatus," Quatre replied as Heero stood up. He walked over towards
the other three, reaching out for the closet and placing his hand on the
door knob. Just then, Wufei leapt up from the recliner and strode up to
Heero, suddenly placing his hand over his on the closet door knob. He then
began whispering to Heero, though Quatre couldn't hear what he was saying.
At that, he frowned slightly and resumed his seat next to Trowa.

"Heero, the hell you thinking, going to the hospital? You're probably one
of the last people Duo wants to see!" Wufei hissed. Heero narrowed his
eyes at the Chinese, refusing to remove his hand.

"I don't care. I want to see if he's all right," he replied, coldly.
Wufei shook his head.

"You're not going alone. I'm going to check on him first," he said. Heero
continued his glare, and then turned to Trowa and Quatre, then back to
Wufei.

"All of us?" he asked.

"If need be. I refuse to let you go alone," he said, then added, "for
Duo's sake." Heero growled and jerked back his hand, turning his glare to
the two at the couch.

"You two are coming," he commanded. Quatre sat up.

"I was coming along anyways," he replied. Trowa drew in a deep breath, and
then released it, shaking his head slowly. He knew Duo wouldn't want him
there.

"I'll stay," he said, in a quiet, hushed voice. Quatre turned to him and
placed his hand over his.

"Come with us, love," he said. Trowa shook his head.

"We need someone to watch over the safe house," he replied. Quatre frowned
and clasped his hands tightly.

"Please?" he asked. Wufei then spoke up.

"Leave him, Winner," he said in a stern voice. At that, Quatre quickly
spun around to the two at the door, their coats donned over them and Wufei
holding a pair of keys. He then glanced back at his lover, as the brunette
nodded his head slowly.

"We don't want to crowd the hospital. I'll watch over here," he said.
Quatre pouted slightly, and then wrapped his arms around him, lifting his
head up slightly and placed his lips over his. Wufei rolled his eyes and
opened the front door, walking outside abruptly.

"I'll be back soon, love," whispered the blonde as he withdrew himself from
Trowa. The latter nodded slowly, and then released his hand from his as
soon as he was out of reach.

"Hurry up," said Heero coldly as he took a step outside, holding the door
open for Quatre. Wufei started up the jeep, just as Quatre reached into
the closet and grabbed his coat. Trowa continued to watch him, even as the
two boys walked outside of the house, closing the door behind them. Soon,
the sound of the jeep driving out of the driveway was heard, then silence.
The television still had its volume turned down. Trowa sighed leisurely,
getting up and withdrawing the remote from the armrest of the recliner. He
knew why Wufei didn't want him to go. It was the same reason why he
himself didn't want to go. He and Heero were probably the last people in
the world Duo would wish to see. Even Heero hadn't had much interaction
with the taller boy for the past couple of days. Quatre had continued to
act about as best as he could to bring the two to interact, but thus far,
no avail. He asked Trowa several times whether the two were on a
disagreement, but Trowa would never get back to him on that subject.

'I'm just running; I don't think I can ever tell him of my sin . . .' Trowa
thought to himself as he resided into the recliner, turning up the volume
of the television. He knew that, one day, Quatre would know of the events
that took place in that very house; now just wasn't the time. Heero and
Wufei had avoided the subject all together, telling the blonde that it
wasn't their place to inform him of the details. Quatre even expressed his
disappointment in Heero, though the Japanese boy only kept silent. Trowa
knew that both Asians wish for him to tell his boyfriend; not them, not
Duo, not anyone.

Besides, it was Trowa who committed the crime in the first place.

~*~

"The patient doesn't wish to have visitors at the moment," the nurse said,
standing outside of Duo's room inside the hospital. Wufei grunted, Quatre
cast his gaze to the ground, and Heero looked indifferent.

"But he's going to be all right, correct?" asked Quatre to the nurse,
quickly picking up his head. The nurse nodded.

"He may be in for a couple of days; a week at the most. Though keep in
mind that this minor pneumonia could develop into something worse. If, in
the future, that happens, we'll be sure to call in any emergency
situations," the nurse informed. Wufei spoke up next.

"When did he come in?" he asked.

"He was brought in by the hotel manager of the hotel that he was staying
at. The manager claims that he seemed to have collapsed on his way to his
room after having a walk in this cold weather. It's a wonder that he was
brought in; if left untreated . . ."

The nurse needed speak any further. Heero banged his fist on the door of
Duo's room.

"BAKA! DO YOU WANT TO GET YOURSELF KILLED?!" he yelled. Suddenly, the
nurse grabbed him by the shoulders and attempted to yank him away from the
door.

"Please sir! We have other patients!" she called. Heero growled, and then
threw himself away from both the nurse and Duo's room, shoving his hands
into his jeans pockets.

"I'm terribly sorry, but the patient wishes not to be disturbed. I'm going
to have to ask you to leave," she said. Wufei sighed and turned around,
walking briskly past Heero, who automatically began to follow him. Quatre
nodded and bowed slightly to the nurse.

"Thank you for your information! Please call us if anything happens to
him," he said. The nurse nodded in return, and then Quatre turned and
hastily sped up to catch up to Heero and Wufei.