Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Aftermath ❯ Chapter 7
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Spider_Queen 
TO BE CONTINUED...
(don't worry...this part of the Yes Master, My master saga is running down)
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 391 | Status: Completed
TO BE CONTINUED...
(don't worry...this part of the Yes Master, My master saga is running down)
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 391 | Status: Completed
Note:Much thanks to LibbyKate for the beta read...and on with the show!!
Try as he might, Quatre was failing miserably at keeping a frown from plaguing his pouting lips as he stared absently down at the plate of assorted breakfast foods that Wufei had been kind enough to cook. He hadn't been sleeping well the past few days...the nightmares were growing continuously worse, effecting everything about the young man. He'd gotten to the point where he'd feign sleep for hours, lying in Trowa's gentle embrace, fearing the images that would surely find him if he let his fatigue reign. Images of crying children, their small bodies bloody and scarred...their pleas for help tugging at the Winner boy's ears, even as he stood a lifetime away.
"Hey Quatre," Duo's chipper voice broke through the Arabian's icy thoughts. "You alive?"
Blinking his clear eyes at his friend, Quatre forced a smile and picked up his chop-sticks. "Of course," he said, picking at the fermented tofu on his plate, hoping that the strong flavor would wake him up. "I was just thinking..."
Duo watched his friend a moment, then grinned broadly and finished off the piece of fig-filled dough he'd been munching on. "Okay..." he let out a belch and once again dipped his chopsticks into the pile of food that was his breakfast. "Whatcha wanna do today, man?"
Quatre gave a silent sigh at the abrupt change in questioning, and shrugged his thin shoulders. What he WANTED to do...? He WANTED to spend a day with Trowa...listening to the tall boy play flute or watch him read...that would content the blond for hours. However, Trowa and Heero had been duped into attending one of Relena-san's "events" and wouldn't be returning home until late that night. Wufei had gone to work, leaving Quatre alone with Duo. It wasn't really so bad, Quatre supposed, lifting his eyes to peer at his friend through full lashes...Duo was just a little to hyper to fit his current mood.
"You have no ideas?" Duo asked, incredulously through a mouthful of food. "Come on, Quat-I'm sure you can think of something!"
Quatre swallowed, shrugging his shoulders again. "I really don't know...we could just stay here..."
"Naw!" Duo interrupted his friend loudly. "What's the fun of that?" Jabbing his chopsticks at the other boy, the American shook his head. "It's boooor-iiing..." The grin on his elven face widened. "Lets go to a park!"
Turning the idea around in his mind, Quatre felt another frown forming...he didn't really want to do anything...his aquamarine eyes found Duo, staring at him with a gleeful, expectant smile, like a little kid. Quatre sighed. "Sure Duo, we'll go to a park..."
Duo let out a whoop of delight and attacked his food with new vigor. Grimacing slightly, Quatre continued to pick at his meal, even though he lacked any appetite whatsoever.
~*~
He sat on a swing, ignoring light wind that ruffled his hair. The swing was rocking gently, but he ignored that as well. His gentle eyes were fixated on Duo, who sat cross-legged on the edge of a children's merry-go-round, licking happily at a chocolate-dipped ice cream cone as he spun...Quatre stared at him, but didn't see. He didn't feel the cold sticky mess that was his own ice cream, dripping down his hand, nor was he aware of the worried looks his friend threw him every couple of minutes. That's how tightly Quatre was caught in the webs of a waking dream...thoughts...contemplation...it all melded into one horrible, unresolved nightmare.
Quatre was tired...very very tired...and not just physically at that. He'd kept a mask up as best he could for the sake of his friends, he'd hidden away his tears, tried to ignore his fears...and had, for the most part, succeeded. But such success is not without price...Quatre felt eternally drained and was finding that he no longer had the energy to push away the images and dreams...the memories that wanted to live once again in his mind.
Clear eyes slid closed, tears forming lightly beneath them, and Quatre didn't bother trying to stop them. He didn't care if Duo saw anymore...his heart burned and body felt twisted as it rocked in the gentle breeze. Words were floating through his mind...seemingly random words, all connected to one another by thin lines of thread, like a spider's silk web. Pictures formed, blurred and surreal...Quatre saw in shades of blue the tower-like room he'd been confined in...he saw Gabriel's bedroom as though he was looking through water...he saw children dying at his hand, felt the ghost of his old master wielding the whip...he saw Trowa on his knees, his back bloody and torn, his shirt lying in a shredded, discarded heap not far away.
A tear of shock and pain ran down Quatre's pale face, and his eyes snapped open.
"Gah!" Quatre gasped, leaning backward to escape the large, violet eyes that scrutinized him from only centimeters from his face. Flailing, the blond found himself falling off the swing onto his butt, the impact hard enough to jar even his bones. "Itaiiii..." he murmured, closing his eyes and concentrating on the sensation of pain...pain was better than his thoughts-even the light pain that did little to distract him.
"Hey man, sorry about that," Duo said, coming around the swing and offering his slender hand to the Arabian. "Didn't mean to startle you like that..."
Prying open one of his eyes, Quatre peered up at the braided boy, taking in the concerned expression on his face. He lifted a hand, grimacing at the sticky mess that was once ice cream that covered it. "Ugn." he said softly, grasping Duo's wrist with his clean hand and letting the American pull him smoothly to his feet. "It's okay...I was just thinking."
"Are you okay?" Duo asked, as Quatre brushed little woodchips off his pastel clothing.
Quatre nodded. "Yeah-I didn't fall that hard...it won't even leave a bruise..."
"no," Duo said, his voice grave and serious, moving closer to give the blond a penetrating look. "I mean...are you okay?"
Slightly surprised, Quatre looked up at his friend. "Y-Yeah..." he whispered, even as the thousands of thoughts and memories flooded his mind once again. "I'm fine." he was lying and he knew it...Duo knew it also. Deathscythe's one-time pilot watched his friend with narrowed eyes, taking in the glassy look that Quatre's own clear orbs were taking...
Quatre bit his lip, trying to hold in the tears that threatened to spill down his face, lowering his eyes so that he wouldn't have to see Duo. His tasted blood, but it comforted him more than anything...comforted him and made him think. The tears...they were escaping. He closed his eyes completely, took a deep breath of the park air...
Strong, warm eyes wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him close to Duo's thin body. Unconsciously, Quatre clutched at Duo's black shirt even as the tears he'd fought so hard to banish began rolling down his face, and his skinny body was racked with silent sobs.
Try as he might, Quatre was failing miserably at keeping a frown from plaguing his pouting lips as he stared absently down at the plate of assorted breakfast foods that Wufei had been kind enough to cook. He hadn't been sleeping well the past few days...the nightmares were growing continuously worse, effecting everything about the young man. He'd gotten to the point where he'd feign sleep for hours, lying in Trowa's gentle embrace, fearing the images that would surely find him if he let his fatigue reign. Images of crying children, their small bodies bloody and scarred...their pleas for help tugging at the Winner boy's ears, even as he stood a lifetime away.
"Hey Quatre," Duo's chipper voice broke through the Arabian's icy thoughts. "You alive?"
Blinking his clear eyes at his friend, Quatre forced a smile and picked up his chop-sticks. "Of course," he said, picking at the fermented tofu on his plate, hoping that the strong flavor would wake him up. "I was just thinking..."
Duo watched his friend a moment, then grinned broadly and finished off the piece of fig-filled dough he'd been munching on. "Okay..." he let out a belch and once again dipped his chopsticks into the pile of food that was his breakfast. "Whatcha wanna do today, man?"
Quatre gave a silent sigh at the abrupt change in questioning, and shrugged his thin shoulders. What he WANTED to do...? He WANTED to spend a day with Trowa...listening to the tall boy play flute or watch him read...that would content the blond for hours. However, Trowa and Heero had been duped into attending one of Relena-san's "events" and wouldn't be returning home until late that night. Wufei had gone to work, leaving Quatre alone with Duo. It wasn't really so bad, Quatre supposed, lifting his eyes to peer at his friend through full lashes...Duo was just a little to hyper to fit his current mood.
"You have no ideas?" Duo asked, incredulously through a mouthful of food. "Come on, Quat-I'm sure you can think of something!"
Quatre swallowed, shrugging his shoulders again. "I really don't know...we could just stay here..."
"Naw!" Duo interrupted his friend loudly. "What's the fun of that?" Jabbing his chopsticks at the other boy, the American shook his head. "It's boooor-iiing..." The grin on his elven face widened. "Lets go to a park!"
Turning the idea around in his mind, Quatre felt another frown forming...he didn't really want to do anything...his aquamarine eyes found Duo, staring at him with a gleeful, expectant smile, like a little kid. Quatre sighed. "Sure Duo, we'll go to a park..."
Duo let out a whoop of delight and attacked his food with new vigor. Grimacing slightly, Quatre continued to pick at his meal, even though he lacked any appetite whatsoever.
~*~
He sat on a swing, ignoring light wind that ruffled his hair. The swing was rocking gently, but he ignored that as well. His gentle eyes were fixated on Duo, who sat cross-legged on the edge of a children's merry-go-round, licking happily at a chocolate-dipped ice cream cone as he spun...Quatre stared at him, but didn't see. He didn't feel the cold sticky mess that was his own ice cream, dripping down his hand, nor was he aware of the worried looks his friend threw him every couple of minutes. That's how tightly Quatre was caught in the webs of a waking dream...thoughts...contemplation...it all melded into one horrible, unresolved nightmare.
Quatre was tired...very very tired...and not just physically at that. He'd kept a mask up as best he could for the sake of his friends, he'd hidden away his tears, tried to ignore his fears...and had, for the most part, succeeded. But such success is not without price...Quatre felt eternally drained and was finding that he no longer had the energy to push away the images and dreams...the memories that wanted to live once again in his mind.
Clear eyes slid closed, tears forming lightly beneath them, and Quatre didn't bother trying to stop them. He didn't care if Duo saw anymore...his heart burned and body felt twisted as it rocked in the gentle breeze. Words were floating through his mind...seemingly random words, all connected to one another by thin lines of thread, like a spider's silk web. Pictures formed, blurred and surreal...Quatre saw in shades of blue the tower-like room he'd been confined in...he saw Gabriel's bedroom as though he was looking through water...he saw children dying at his hand, felt the ghost of his old master wielding the whip...he saw Trowa on his knees, his back bloody and torn, his shirt lying in a shredded, discarded heap not far away.
A tear of shock and pain ran down Quatre's pale face, and his eyes snapped open.
"Gah!" Quatre gasped, leaning backward to escape the large, violet eyes that scrutinized him from only centimeters from his face. Flailing, the blond found himself falling off the swing onto his butt, the impact hard enough to jar even his bones. "Itaiiii..." he murmured, closing his eyes and concentrating on the sensation of pain...pain was better than his thoughts-even the light pain that did little to distract him.
"Hey man, sorry about that," Duo said, coming around the swing and offering his slender hand to the Arabian. "Didn't mean to startle you like that..."
Prying open one of his eyes, Quatre peered up at the braided boy, taking in the concerned expression on his face. He lifted a hand, grimacing at the sticky mess that was once ice cream that covered it. "Ugn." he said softly, grasping Duo's wrist with his clean hand and letting the American pull him smoothly to his feet. "It's okay...I was just thinking."
"Are you okay?" Duo asked, as Quatre brushed little woodchips off his pastel clothing.
Quatre nodded. "Yeah-I didn't fall that hard...it won't even leave a bruise..."
"no," Duo said, his voice grave and serious, moving closer to give the blond a penetrating look. "I mean...are you okay?"
Slightly surprised, Quatre looked up at his friend. "Y-Yeah..." he whispered, even as the thousands of thoughts and memories flooded his mind once again. "I'm fine." he was lying and he knew it...Duo knew it also. Deathscythe's one-time pilot watched his friend with narrowed eyes, taking in the glassy look that Quatre's own clear orbs were taking...
Quatre bit his lip, trying to hold in the tears that threatened to spill down his face, lowering his eyes so that he wouldn't have to see Duo. His tasted blood, but it comforted him more than anything...comforted him and made him think. The tears...they were escaping. He closed his eyes completely, took a deep breath of the park air...
Strong, warm eyes wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him close to Duo's thin body. Unconsciously, Quatre clutched at Duo's black shirt even as the tears he'd fought so hard to banish began rolling down his face, and his skinny body was racked with silent sobs.