Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Psionic Saga ❯ Chapter Thirteen ( Chapter 13 )

Chapter Thirteen

Quatre thought he might have woken. It was hard to tell with an earthquake going on. It took him several minutes to sit up and realise it was not the room that was shaking but himself; his head pounding uncontrollably.

Sighing heavily he slipped off the bed and silently padded past Trowa to the door, vaguely aware Wufei was not in the room. Feeling bad about leaving Trowa alone, Quatre made sure he locked the door and took his key, slipping his Psion-bands on as he warily made his way down the corridor. He knew the bands were practically useless without the second set to feed him Psionic energy, but he felt comfort in the knowledge that the little light on the bands would flash purple if any Psionicists were near.

At first Quatre was not sure where he was going. He just followed his feet. As he carried himself up several flights of stairs into the higher levels of the dorms he became aware of a slight tugging in the back of his mind. It was a familiar tug and in time Quatre recognised it as Wufei.

Walking through the ninth level dorm, Quatre could discern a dark shadow slipping along the wall in the darkness. He could hear nothing. Definitely Wufei.

Curious as to why Wufei was in the ninth dorm, Quatre pressed his body hard against the wall and hoped Wufei's hearing was focussed on something other than the hallway.

Apparently it was. As Wufei's form moved further down the hall, Quatre grinned in the darkness, an idea forming in his mind. Aware he was very close to the room shared by Treize and Milliard, Quatre nonetheless decided to take the risk that he might be discovered or `overheard'. He held his arm before his eyes and began turning the knobs in quick succession as he had seen first Duo and then Heero do. A small green light flashed on the inside of the wrist and was quickly followed by a faint purple. Quatre cursed silently, but managed to force his body to relax when the purple didn't grow in intensity.

There were several pieces of Heero's radio along the right armband and each had a small initial carved beside it. They were for setting frequencies to, like tuning in the radio only these were to fasten on a bio-electric form. At the moment the one labelled D. was tuned into the Psion-bands Duo had made for himself, which in turn had an open frequency, but Quatre knew the braided baka had crafted each set of bands to work individually and it was not impossible to set new frequencies himself.

Staring at the various knobs, Quatre drew a small amount of his own bio-electricity into the bands. He felt the energy leave his body, a slight tug from the space between his ribs and stomach. It was uncomfortable but endurable.

He focussed his mind on the figure ahead and a mental image came to mind; a dark red wave form that was oddly reminiscent of DNA. Forcing the image into the Psion-bands, Quatre set the knobs beside the switch labelled W. and hit a small enter button to its right. A small blue light was his reward and Quatre was suddenly `aware'.

It is not dark. I can see. Breathing low, stay quiet. No sound. Listen to the silence; let it speak to you. Balance. You weigh nothing; now walk. The air has texture; feel it. Fell how it moves around you, how it is not disturbed. You are alone. Keep going.

Quatre shook his head and withdrew, squinting in the darkness. He could not see anything, but Wufei could. Wufei's mind was telling him he could see, and he could! Like daylight, and Quatre had felt weightless and had been able to walk as if his feet didn't touch the ground! His head was spinning wildly from the sensations still tingling through his nervous system. Was that how Wufei thought all the time? Or just when he had a purpose? It was wild, crazy, cold and yet…exciting. It was also foreign.

Knowing Wufei was completely aware of everything within fifty meters of his self, Quatre waited until he could feel, on the very edges of his telepathy, Wufei stop at a door. Then he moved, only slightly, so that he remained outside Wufei's sensory field yet close enough to once again meld with him.

Taking a deep breath, Quatre drew another gout of energy from himself and plunged into the river of Wufei's thoughts.

Arrival. Knock. Three times, two more, then one. He will remember it. He is like you. Wait. Patience. Stay still. Don't let them know you are here. Someone knows…someone is listening…in my head….how? Doesn't matter: keep going. Do not stop. Draw weapon…

Quatre pulled away, fast. He felt Wufei draw a knife, felt the sensory field enhance itself, wash over him, move beyond him. Quatre was too terrified to breathe. He knew how far Wufei could throw that knife, and how accurately. This was not the time to interfere. It was a time to watch.

Something was nagging at Quatre's mind, knocking on all his barriers, demanding entry. He refused it, pushing it away to be dealt with later. He forced himself back into Wufei's mind and `borrowed' his sensory field. Wufei was still aware of a presence, but he could not discern that the presence had a name or form. It simply was, and as such it was useless to him. Quatre watched through the Chinese man's eyes, heard with his ears, smelt with his nose, felt with his hands, his heart, his soul…

It was a sick feeling. As if he were trapped in a skin that was not his own. It made Quatre waver on his feet dangerously, but he would not let go. The door was opening and there was a face looming in the darkness. Familiar and hated, familiar and dangerous, familiar and...

Something in the heart that was not Quatre's cried out at the beauty and perfection of the form before it, but Quatre's own heart cringed. Something that was not Quatre reached out with everything it was, desperate to touch, to feel, to know…

Wufei entered the room shared by Milliard Peacecraft and Treize Kushrenada. Quatre felt he was dying, but it was a good death. A myriad of emotions were rushing through his mind, split in two. Guilt at betraying his friends, determination not to harm his friends, desperation to speak with these men, desire to touch one, to be accepted by the other…

This is not me, this is not me, this is not me, this is not me….!

Quatre turned sharply on his heel and ran. His fingers fumbled with the knobs at his wrist, some small part of him knowing he only had to turn it off to make it stop. But he wondered if it could stop. Would he ever escape this madness?

The small blue light went out. Quatre slumped against the wall and sighed. His head was pounding and his body was so weak he could not force himself to stand again.

"I have drained myself," he whispered to the darkness, sighing.

Why was he there? What was Wufei doing?

That was why it hurt, Quatre realised. Because he knew what Wufei was doing and he understood it. Quatre knew he would have done the same had their situations been reversed. Had Trowa been…

"Am I any different?"

He had asked the darkness, expecting no answer, but something ran down the side of his face, cool and calming.

"No little one. No different at all."

Quatre's eyes went wide and fastened on the Psion-bands too late. The bright, pulsing purple light was the last thing he saw before ice filled his veins and he passed out.

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Wufei looked around the small room and sighed. He had already known what it would look like. He had seen it before, if only for a second over the man's shoulder. And he had seen the other man within it, so obviously at home and so inviting.

"We search the school for days, try and trap you endlessly and in the end you come to us…how delightful."

Wufei shrugged off the curiosity in Milliard's eyes and slipped around the older boy, moving into a position where he could still escape yet observe everything in the room. He was not stupid enough to be cornered. Not yet.

The one on the bed was what intrigued Wufei; what had brought him here against all better judgement. In fact, the form before him seemed to have eradicated all judgement from Wufei's mind.

"Is it a trick of some kind? Are you making me feel like this?"

The blonde, arched eyebrows rose in surprise, amusement evident in the face, the upturned corners of the mouth and the sparkle in the eyes.

"No, little dragon. I have not that ability. None of us do."

Information. Wufei stored it away at the back of his head, to be analysed later. It could be true and if it was it was important, because Quatre could have made someone feel it…Quatre was a weapon they could use. But not now.

"Then why am I doing this?" Wufei's voice shook, almost defeated. He was losing control of his sensory field. He was not sure he had had control of any kind from the moment he had left Quatre's room.

"Because you cannot choose what your heart desires," Milliard answered quickly, bowing his head to Treize and leaving the room.

Wufei was left standing by the door, staring at a blank piece of wood, his body and mind frozen as one.

A hand like satin touched his bare shoulder but Wufei was asleep, trapped in some ethereal dream. It was not real; it could not be true. What was happening to him?

"Has your heart chosen, my little dragon?"

What am I doing? Why am I leaning into that touch? Why do I want more? Why is my body warm? Why am I asking myself these things? What's wrong with me?

Wufei's body turned of its own accord and heard himself reply as if from a great distance.

"Yes."

Wufei could not understand why he felt such pleasure in the emphasis place on `my' little dragon. But then, Wufei was not understanding much at all.

End Chapter Thirteen