The Elements
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Adult ++
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37
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Chapter 28
Thanks to everybody who reviewed. Sorry if I didn't reply to you personally if you reviewed. To make up for Chapter 27 being so short, I made Chapter 28 extra long.
Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing nor its characters are mine. They are the property of their respective owners. Rhys (when he shows up) is not mine. He is thepertperty of Laurel K. Hamilton. The Sidhe, the way I use them, are Laurel K. Hamilton's interpretation of the faeries from mythology. If I use Hands of Power, which I might, they are the creation of Laurel K. Hamilton, too.
Pairings: 2x1 (eventually), 6+1, 5+1, implied 3+4, R+H, H+9+H, others to be named Rating: NC-17, probably Warnings: AU, OOC, probably lemon, semi Duo- bastardization (don't worry, he gets over it), I should probably add angst, NICE RELENA Chapter 18, 3x1 lemon, but don't worry, it's just sex.
//blah// denotes thought
> denotes memories
The Elements
Chapter 28
The men—or rather, on man and three boys—sat stock still in the wake of Death. Wufei was the first one to come out of the trance he'd been in and was thus the first one to notice that something was wrong with Duo. His mouth was moving, but Wufei couldn't make out what words—if any—he was saying.
Wufei edged closer to Duo and could barely hear him. He was repeg nag names, sort of like a mantra, and that worried Wufei. Duo wasn't the type for repetitious words—he found it stupid and inane—but there he was, repeating the same six names over and over. Holly. Heidi. Harrison. Hildegarde. Helena. Heero.
It frightened Wufei, what Duo was doing (though the only way he'd ever admit it was with a truth serum and lots of torture), so he decided to try to shake him out of it. Wufei reached out a trembling hand to Duo's shoulder. He meant to grab hold of his friend and shake like there was no tomorrow—and with these Riders loose, there might *not* be—but a strong hand grasped his wrist before he could.
"Don't," Rhys said, standing slightly behind and between Duo and Wufei's chairs. Wufei didn't know and dt cat care how Rhys had gotten to this side of the bed so fast and without him knowing—what he cared about was Duo.
"What did he do to Duo?" Wufei asked, eyes begging Rhys to know the answer. "How can we get him back?"
"I—just don't touch him," Rhys said, letting go of Wufei's wrist. "It's dangerous now."
"But why?" Wufei asked.
"I—I think he's stuck in his memories."
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Quatre walked quickly to the Intensive Care Unit. He would have run, but this was a hospital, and he didn’t want to disturb the other patients. Besides, this was probably some kind of joke Heero was pulling–he seemed like the type of guy to play cruel jokes. Relena probably just collasped from exhaustion; God knows she runs herself ragged with all of her activities.
Nevertheless, Quatre sped up his pace.
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Quatre tensed when he saw who was in the waiting room. Milliardo. His parents. Six of his sisters. They were probably all that had made it so far–the other were most likely on their way. Milliardo raised his head, and there were tears coating his lashes, smushing them together.
Cold fear ran through Quatre’s veins.
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Quatre couldn’t quite find the words to ask about Relena. Truth be told, he couldn’t find the words to ask about the weather. Quatre was effectively struck dumb in the face of the grim countenances of his family.
Milliardo opened his mouth to speak. Quatre tried not to listen, tried to cover his ears with his hands, but he found that his arms were incapable of all but the smallest movements. He tried to protest, tried to make his brother–his horrible, awful, wonderful, caring brother–shut up, but he couldn’t do anything.
“Relena, she’s–“
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//No, please, Milly, don’t say it,// Quatre silently begged his brother. //Don’t tell me that. Let me pretend she’s okay, that she’ll be okay. Just for a little while. Please!// But of course Milliardo didn’t listen because Quatre didn’t–couldn’t–say anything.
"She's—she's dead, Quat," Milliardo said. After that, he kept talking, probably saying some useless shit that Quatre didn't care about—not then, at least. Maybe later he'd care. Right now, he was too busy collapsing to the floor, trying not to wail like a banshee.
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She was dead. Quatre had known that when he saw his family's faces, but to hear it was earth-shattering. Quatre didn't know what Milliardo said to him after he fell. He didn't feel the cold of the tile or the warmth of his brother as he hugged Quatre. Quatre knew one thing and one thing only.
Relena was dead, and it was all Heero's fault.
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Quatre lly lly noticed something when he felt himself be lifted from the floor. "What's happening?" Quatre cried out, clutching at Milliardo.
"We have to go," his brother answered. "They need the space."
Quatre looked around the waiting room and saw that the space really was needed. Whereas before he had only seen his family—probably blocked out everybody else—the waiting room was now full to bursting. People were actually spilling out into the hall.
Quatre took a deep breath and nodded at Milliardo. "I can walk," he said, and Milliardo put him down. As Quatre walked from the room, he thought, //It has begun.//
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Duo jerked out of the memory. He looked into the eyes—none of them blue, thank God—of his two friends and the stranger.
"Oh. My. God," Duo said.
Selune
(1) This line comes directly from Weird Al Yankovic's "Jerry Springer."
Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing nor its characters are mine. They are the property of their respective owners. Rhys (when he shows up) is not mine. He is thepertperty of Laurel K. Hamilton. The Sidhe, the way I use them, are Laurel K. Hamilton's interpretation of the faeries from mythology. If I use Hands of Power, which I might, they are the creation of Laurel K. Hamilton, too.
Pairings: 2x1 (eventually), 6+1, 5+1, implied 3+4, R+H, H+9+H, others to be named Rating: NC-17, probably Warnings: AU, OOC, probably lemon, semi Duo- bastardization (don't worry, he gets over it), I should probably add angst, NICE RELENA Chapter 18, 3x1 lemon, but don't worry, it's just sex.
//blah// denotes thought
> denotes memories
The Elements
Chapter 28
The men—or rather, on man and three boys—sat stock still in the wake of Death. Wufei was the first one to come out of the trance he'd been in and was thus the first one to notice that something was wrong with Duo. His mouth was moving, but Wufei couldn't make out what words—if any—he was saying.
Wufei edged closer to Duo and could barely hear him. He was repeg nag names, sort of like a mantra, and that worried Wufei. Duo wasn't the type for repetitious words—he found it stupid and inane—but there he was, repeating the same six names over and over. Holly. Heidi. Harrison. Hildegarde. Helena. Heero.
It frightened Wufei, what Duo was doing (though the only way he'd ever admit it was with a truth serum and lots of torture), so he decided to try to shake him out of it. Wufei reached out a trembling hand to Duo's shoulder. He meant to grab hold of his friend and shake like there was no tomorrow—and with these Riders loose, there might *not* be—but a strong hand grasped his wrist before he could.
"Don't," Rhys said, standing slightly behind and between Duo and Wufei's chairs. Wufei didn't know and dt cat care how Rhys had gotten to this side of the bed so fast and without him knowing—what he cared about was Duo.
"What did he do to Duo?" Wufei asked, eyes begging Rhys to know the answer. "How can we get him back?"
"I—just don't touch him," Rhys said, letting go of Wufei's wrist. "It's dangerous now."
"But why?" Wufei asked.
"I—I think he's stuck in his memories."
***
>
***
Quatre walked quickly to the Intensive Care Unit. He would have run, but this was a hospital, and he didn’t want to disturb the other patients. Besides, this was probably some kind of joke Heero was pulling–he seemed like the type of guy to play cruel jokes. Relena probably just collasped from exhaustion; God knows she runs herself ragged with all of her activities.
Nevertheless, Quatre sped up his pace.
***
>
***
Quatre tensed when he saw who was in the waiting room. Milliardo. His parents. Six of his sisters. They were probably all that had made it so far–the other were most likely on their way. Milliardo raised his head, and there were tears coating his lashes, smushing them together.
Cold fear ran through Quatre’s veins.
***
>
***
Quatre couldn’t quite find the words to ask about Relena. Truth be told, he couldn’t find the words to ask about the weather. Quatre was effectively struck dumb in the face of the grim countenances of his family.
Milliardo opened his mouth to speak. Quatre tried not to listen, tried to cover his ears with his hands, but he found that his arms were incapable of all but the smallest movements. He tried to protest, tried to make his brother–his horrible, awful, wonderful, caring brother–shut up, but he couldn’t do anything.
“Relena, she’s–“
***
>
***
//No, please, Milly, don’t say it,// Quatre silently begged his brother. //Don’t tell me that. Let me pretend she’s okay, that she’ll be okay. Just for a little while. Please!// But of course Milliardo didn’t listen because Quatre didn’t–couldn’t–say anything.
"She's—she's dead, Quat," Milliardo said. After that, he kept talking, probably saying some useless shit that Quatre didn't care about—not then, at least. Maybe later he'd care. Right now, he was too busy collapsing to the floor, trying not to wail like a banshee.
***
>
***
She was dead. Quatre had known that when he saw his family's faces, but to hear it was earth-shattering. Quatre didn't know what Milliardo said to him after he fell. He didn't feel the cold of the tile or the warmth of his brother as he hugged Quatre. Quatre knew one thing and one thing only.
Relena was dead, and it was all Heero's fault.
***
>
***
Quatre lly lly noticed something when he felt himself be lifted from the floor. "What's happening?" Quatre cried out, clutching at Milliardo.
"We have to go," his brother answered. "They need the space."
Quatre looked around the waiting room and saw that the space really was needed. Whereas before he had only seen his family—probably blocked out everybody else—the waiting room was now full to bursting. People were actually spilling out into the hall.
Quatre took a deep breath and nodded at Milliardo. "I can walk," he said, and Milliardo put him down. As Quatre walked from the room, he thought, //It has begun.//
***
>
***
Duo jerked out of the memory. He looked into the eyes—none of them blue, thank God—of his two friends and the stranger.
"Oh. My. God," Duo said.
Selune
(1) This line comes directly from Weird Al Yankovic's "Jerry Springer."