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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,359
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26
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I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
IV
There was no specific goal in mind, when they\'d decided to vacate the house.
So, they just ended up meandering around, circling the main estate.
As far as the walk went, there, really wasn\'t much to speak about. Quatre pointed things out from time to time, and Wufei nodded.
It really was a beautiful island, even though Quatre imparted to him, in confidence, that it was actually a synthetic construct. He only explained it vaguely as being something similar to a tethered raft. His father had arranged for its construction around the \"birth\" of Quatre\'s fourth sister. Its construction was finished after a little over a decade of research and building, and Mr. Winner Sr. christened his island: La Coeur Des Anges (The Heart of Angels).
And, it did look like The Heart of Angels. Every crevice, every tree was carpeted heavily by flora in all varieties and colors, some bright enough, even, to penetrate the gloom of the night. In the many manicured gardens of the estate, there were windchimes that often joined the chorus of the ocean waves at all hours of the day and night, omniprescent and a touch mysterious.
Quatre seemed largely unaffected by the majesty of it all, but, perhaps that was because he was so similar to it. He seemed, at times, like a nymph of myth that could, in one fanciful gesture, slip away from Wufei and change into a fantastic flowering tree before his very eyes.
Somewhere in the neighborhood of their fifth revolution, Quatre struck Wufei with a bombshell question: \"Do you ever think...about all the people we\'ve killed?\"
A slight pressure manifested itself in Wufei\'s head, and he answered back honestly, \"I try not to.\"
\"I think about it all the time,\" Quatre replied, his voice becoming distant and hollow.
Perturbed, Wufei snaked a hand around Quatre\'s waist and rested his palm on his hip, as if to anchor him physically and psychologically to himself. He didn\'t like thinking about the wars, and hated most of all that Quatre couldn\'t seem to escape them.
Quatre reciprocated Wufei\'s action, slinging an arm around his waist as well.
\"It bothers me, all the time. Every time I eat, I think, \'this could have been someone else\'s meal.\' Every time I watch a movie or read a b I r I realize that it could have been another person\'s favorite things, before I killed him. People that I killed could, if I\'d died instead, be making babies right now, watching tv, eating good food, going to school, loving each other. I appointed myself the judge and decided that, \'No. You won\'t have children. You won\'t live to see the age of sixteen. And, you won\'t ever be able to buy that bike that you\'ve been saving up for.\' I\'ve ruined lives, wasted them. And...and for what? So that I can come home at night to a half-million dollar house with a comfortable bed, that, by all rights, should belong to someone else?\"
\"But, hasn\'t Winner Corporations undertaken many comprehensive charitable functions?\" Wufei pointed out.
Quatre shook his head, \"That doesn\'t bring people back.\"
\"No, it doesn\'t,\" Wufei conceded. \"But, I think that your grief is a little out of context.\"
\"How so?\" Quatre asked incredulously.
\"When you fought, when we all fought against Oz soldiers, Marimeia cronies, whatever else we fought against, it was under orders. We had our orders, they had their orders. It was kill or be killed. And, if you hadn\'t , I would have for you, whether you wanted it or not,\" Wufei kicked a stone in his path. \"After everything is said and done, no one has clean hands. For example: at the grocery store, someone had to slaughter a live animal, an innocent creature, to stuff down someone else\'s gullet. In a courtroom, the jury can dictate the flow of another man\'s life whether that be death, or life imprisonment; which, essentially, is a different kind of death. At apitapital, when funds run out to cure a patient, that person is sent home to die, even if their disease is treatable.\"
Quatre nodded weakly, \"You\'re not just alluding to soldiers are you?\" He looked up searchingly at Wufei\'s face, \"You\'re talking about that colony. The people that I murdered, there.\"
Wufei returned the look a little more piercingly, \"Why do you think that no one has put you up on charges for that? It\'s not because you\'re a bad person.\" He swwed wed around the growing lump in his throat. It was unusual for him to get worked up like this over anything, but when it came to Quatre, he couldn\'t stop it. \" You\'ve never wanted to hurt anyone, you\'ve never raised a hand except in self-defense, you\'ve never wanted a medal for your service in combat, you\'ve never even wanted to be rich. So, what gives you the right to call yourself a murderer?\"
Quatre\'s hold around his waist tightened, and he stopped walking.
\"I\'ve hurt so many people...\" Quatre spoke quietly, as if he were ad thd that, any louder, he\'d shatter the entire night.
Wufei watched him a moment, in silence, then, said as severely as he dared, \"I\'ve also hurt many people.\"
Again, Quatre nodded.
They started walking again.
\"Let\'s go to bed,\" Quatre mumbled.
++
It wasn\'t too late when they made it back to their rooms, but Quatre was set on sleep.
There was a little confusion when Wufei wasn\'t sure whether he was supposed to follow Quatre into his room or not, but that was ended when Quatre took his hand and dragged him (willingly) inside.
They didn\'t have sex, but chaste intimacy felt good, too.
++
Quatre woke up to a silent summons.
He could have sworn that he\'d heard someone call out to him, but with a look at the clock which read 6:03am, he knew it to be a mistake. Still, the feeling lingered, so he decided to take a walk around and see if he didn\'t walk into anyone in dire need of his assistance at six he mhe morning. He crawled carefully out of bed and bunched up his share of blankets next to the still sleeping Wufei. In a moment of overpowering tenderness, Quatre leaned over to give Wufei a peck on the cheek.
Then he quietly left the room.
++
\"The very thought of you
And Iget get to do
The little ordinary things
That everyone ought to do...\"
The smooth, weathered banister glided easily under his outstretched hand.
\"I\'m living in a kind of daydream
Ihapphappy as a queen
And foolish though it may seem
To be, that\'s everything...\"
He reached a platform at the end of the main stair and took the left fork.
\"The mere idea of you
The longing here for you
You\'ll never know how slow the moments go
\'Till I\'m near to you...\"
Though he wasn\'t trying to mask his movements, he still made no sound as he moved. The wooden planks underfoot did not whisper, nor did they tremble or shiver.
\"I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in the stars above
It\'s just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love...\"
In a muted voice, Quatre sang to himself.
His father had maintained a fairly extensive collection of vintage records, Billie Holiday among them. Music was one of the few things that Quatre had in common with his father. When Quatre was younger, sometimes, while his father worked, he would sit in his office with him just to listen to the music.
He was rounding a corner at the bottom of the third stairs when he literally bumped into Trowa. The impact followed up by the surprise had him ing ing backwards, and if not for the deft catch of his staircase companion, the mahogany floor could have made a rather remarkable impression on his cranium.
\"Thanks,\" he muttered between his teeth as he was set upright. \"You can let go, now.\"
Trowa\'s hands left his body as if it had just burst into flames.
\"Thanks,\" Quatre said, and tried to push past him, but was stopped short by his outstretched arm. He didn\'t even bother with becoming frustrated. \"What do you want, Trowa?\" he asked resignedly.
\"Did you, really...with Wufei?\" Trowa asked, not daring to look Quatre in the face.
Quatre caressed some of the earrings in his left ear absently before responding, \"Yeah, I did.\"
\"Don\'t you think that was out of line?\" Trowa demanded.
This got on Quatre\'s nerves, and awakened some pent up frustration in him. He squared his jaw and rested his hands on his hips. He said in a low, loathing tone, \"What\'s that supposed to mean?\"
\"You...\" Trowa\'s voice dropped to nearly a whisper, \"you loved me that morning.\"
\"But, you didn\'t love me,\" Quatre reminded him. \"I\'m incestuous, remember?\" He made a move to get past a, ba, but was cut off again.
\"Quatre!\" Trowa didn\'t know why he couldn\'t stand him walking away from him. There was just something so wrong about their relationship at that moment, that the only thing he could think to do was to hold onto him for some semblance of gravity.
\"Let go,\" Quatre growled, trying to wrench himself free.
Whad had been eating at the three of them since two nights before surfaced in a most spectacularly unwelcome way.
\"You don\'t love Wufei,rowarowa told him, with a surprisingly calm tone.
Then, it happened so fast; Quatre\'s hand flew back, then raced back forward to connect with Trowa\'s left cheek. The sound was as harsh and rich as the scream of a drum.
Less from the blow than the shock, Trowa relinquished his hold on Quatre\'s wrist, and subsequently watched him vanish around a darkened corner, the rustle of fabric the only indication that he\'d existed that morning at all.
TBC...
note(s):
1. Ugh...another short chapter. I\'ll remedy this eventually.
2. If the Billie Holiday lyrics to \"The Very Thought of You\" aren\'t 100% correct, then, uh...yeah, I didn\'t look them up. I sounded them out from the song because I\'m lazy. If Billie Holiday isn\'t the original person that sang \"The Very Thought of You,\" then, I wouldn\'t know, but feel free to enlighten me. And if \"The Very Thought of You\" isn\'t even the real song title...gee...I\'m gullible^^;
3. Please r&r. No one\'s reviewed any of my new chapters so far @_@; (except for Solo\'s Ghost on my West Elm story[You\'re awesome!]) I really really really really like reviews.
THANKS!!!
So, they just ended up meandering around, circling the main estate.
As far as the walk went, there, really wasn\'t much to speak about. Quatre pointed things out from time to time, and Wufei nodded.
It really was a beautiful island, even though Quatre imparted to him, in confidence, that it was actually a synthetic construct. He only explained it vaguely as being something similar to a tethered raft. His father had arranged for its construction around the \"birth\" of Quatre\'s fourth sister. Its construction was finished after a little over a decade of research and building, and Mr. Winner Sr. christened his island: La Coeur Des Anges (The Heart of Angels).
And, it did look like The Heart of Angels. Every crevice, every tree was carpeted heavily by flora in all varieties and colors, some bright enough, even, to penetrate the gloom of the night. In the many manicured gardens of the estate, there were windchimes that often joined the chorus of the ocean waves at all hours of the day and night, omniprescent and a touch mysterious.
Quatre seemed largely unaffected by the majesty of it all, but, perhaps that was because he was so similar to it. He seemed, at times, like a nymph of myth that could, in one fanciful gesture, slip away from Wufei and change into a fantastic flowering tree before his very eyes.
Somewhere in the neighborhood of their fifth revolution, Quatre struck Wufei with a bombshell question: \"Do you ever think...about all the people we\'ve killed?\"
A slight pressure manifested itself in Wufei\'s head, and he answered back honestly, \"I try not to.\"
\"I think about it all the time,\" Quatre replied, his voice becoming distant and hollow.
Perturbed, Wufei snaked a hand around Quatre\'s waist and rested his palm on his hip, as if to anchor him physically and psychologically to himself. He didn\'t like thinking about the wars, and hated most of all that Quatre couldn\'t seem to escape them.
Quatre reciprocated Wufei\'s action, slinging an arm around his waist as well.
\"It bothers me, all the time. Every time I eat, I think, \'this could have been someone else\'s meal.\' Every time I watch a movie or read a b I r I realize that it could have been another person\'s favorite things, before I killed him. People that I killed could, if I\'d died instead, be making babies right now, watching tv, eating good food, going to school, loving each other. I appointed myself the judge and decided that, \'No. You won\'t have children. You won\'t live to see the age of sixteen. And, you won\'t ever be able to buy that bike that you\'ve been saving up for.\' I\'ve ruined lives, wasted them. And...and for what? So that I can come home at night to a half-million dollar house with a comfortable bed, that, by all rights, should belong to someone else?\"
\"But, hasn\'t Winner Corporations undertaken many comprehensive charitable functions?\" Wufei pointed out.
Quatre shook his head, \"That doesn\'t bring people back.\"
\"No, it doesn\'t,\" Wufei conceded. \"But, I think that your grief is a little out of context.\"
\"How so?\" Quatre asked incredulously.
\"When you fought, when we all fought against Oz soldiers, Marimeia cronies, whatever else we fought against, it was under orders. We had our orders, they had their orders. It was kill or be killed. And, if you hadn\'t , I would have for you, whether you wanted it or not,\" Wufei kicked a stone in his path. \"After everything is said and done, no one has clean hands. For example: at the grocery store, someone had to slaughter a live animal, an innocent creature, to stuff down someone else\'s gullet. In a courtroom, the jury can dictate the flow of another man\'s life whether that be death, or life imprisonment; which, essentially, is a different kind of death. At apitapital, when funds run out to cure a patient, that person is sent home to die, even if their disease is treatable.\"
Quatre nodded weakly, \"You\'re not just alluding to soldiers are you?\" He looked up searchingly at Wufei\'s face, \"You\'re talking about that colony. The people that I murdered, there.\"
Wufei returned the look a little more piercingly, \"Why do you think that no one has put you up on charges for that? It\'s not because you\'re a bad person.\" He swwed wed around the growing lump in his throat. It was unusual for him to get worked up like this over anything, but when it came to Quatre, he couldn\'t stop it. \" You\'ve never wanted to hurt anyone, you\'ve never raised a hand except in self-defense, you\'ve never wanted a medal for your service in combat, you\'ve never even wanted to be rich. So, what gives you the right to call yourself a murderer?\"
Quatre\'s hold around his waist tightened, and he stopped walking.
\"I\'ve hurt so many people...\" Quatre spoke quietly, as if he were ad thd that, any louder, he\'d shatter the entire night.
Wufei watched him a moment, in silence, then, said as severely as he dared, \"I\'ve also hurt many people.\"
Again, Quatre nodded.
They started walking again.
\"Let\'s go to bed,\" Quatre mumbled.
++
It wasn\'t too late when they made it back to their rooms, but Quatre was set on sleep.
There was a little confusion when Wufei wasn\'t sure whether he was supposed to follow Quatre into his room or not, but that was ended when Quatre took his hand and dragged him (willingly) inside.
They didn\'t have sex, but chaste intimacy felt good, too.
++
Quatre woke up to a silent summons.
He could have sworn that he\'d heard someone call out to him, but with a look at the clock which read 6:03am, he knew it to be a mistake. Still, the feeling lingered, so he decided to take a walk around and see if he didn\'t walk into anyone in dire need of his assistance at six he mhe morning. He crawled carefully out of bed and bunched up his share of blankets next to the still sleeping Wufei. In a moment of overpowering tenderness, Quatre leaned over to give Wufei a peck on the cheek.
Then he quietly left the room.
++
\"The very thought of you
And Iget get to do
The little ordinary things
That everyone ought to do...\"
The smooth, weathered banister glided easily under his outstretched hand.
\"I\'m living in a kind of daydream
Ihapphappy as a queen
And foolish though it may seem
To be, that\'s everything...\"
He reached a platform at the end of the main stair and took the left fork.
\"The mere idea of you
The longing here for you
You\'ll never know how slow the moments go
\'Till I\'m near to you...\"
Though he wasn\'t trying to mask his movements, he still made no sound as he moved. The wooden planks underfoot did not whisper, nor did they tremble or shiver.
\"I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in the stars above
It\'s just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love...\"
In a muted voice, Quatre sang to himself.
His father had maintained a fairly extensive collection of vintage records, Billie Holiday among them. Music was one of the few things that Quatre had in common with his father. When Quatre was younger, sometimes, while his father worked, he would sit in his office with him just to listen to the music.
He was rounding a corner at the bottom of the third stairs when he literally bumped into Trowa. The impact followed up by the surprise had him ing ing backwards, and if not for the deft catch of his staircase companion, the mahogany floor could have made a rather remarkable impression on his cranium.
\"Thanks,\" he muttered between his teeth as he was set upright. \"You can let go, now.\"
Trowa\'s hands left his body as if it had just burst into flames.
\"Thanks,\" Quatre said, and tried to push past him, but was stopped short by his outstretched arm. He didn\'t even bother with becoming frustrated. \"What do you want, Trowa?\" he asked resignedly.
\"Did you, really...with Wufei?\" Trowa asked, not daring to look Quatre in the face.
Quatre caressed some of the earrings in his left ear absently before responding, \"Yeah, I did.\"
\"Don\'t you think that was out of line?\" Trowa demanded.
This got on Quatre\'s nerves, and awakened some pent up frustration in him. He squared his jaw and rested his hands on his hips. He said in a low, loathing tone, \"What\'s that supposed to mean?\"
\"You...\" Trowa\'s voice dropped to nearly a whisper, \"you loved me that morning.\"
\"But, you didn\'t love me,\" Quatre reminded him. \"I\'m incestuous, remember?\" He made a move to get past a, ba, but was cut off again.
\"Quatre!\" Trowa didn\'t know why he couldn\'t stand him walking away from him. There was just something so wrong about their relationship at that moment, that the only thing he could think to do was to hold onto him for some semblance of gravity.
\"Let go,\" Quatre growled, trying to wrench himself free.
Whad had been eating at the three of them since two nights before surfaced in a most spectacularly unwelcome way.
\"You don\'t love Wufei,rowarowa told him, with a surprisingly calm tone.
Then, it happened so fast; Quatre\'s hand flew back, then raced back forward to connect with Trowa\'s left cheek. The sound was as harsh and rich as the scream of a drum.
Less from the blow than the shock, Trowa relinquished his hold on Quatre\'s wrist, and subsequently watched him vanish around a darkened corner, the rustle of fabric the only indication that he\'d existed that morning at all.
TBC...
note(s):
1. Ugh...another short chapter. I\'ll remedy this eventually.
2. If the Billie Holiday lyrics to \"The Very Thought of You\" aren\'t 100% correct, then, uh...yeah, I didn\'t look them up. I sounded them out from the song because I\'m lazy. If Billie Holiday isn\'t the original person that sang \"The Very Thought of You,\" then, I wouldn\'t know, but feel free to enlighten me. And if \"The Very Thought of You\" isn\'t even the real song title...gee...I\'m gullible^^;
3. Please r&r. No one\'s reviewed any of my new chapters so far @_@; (except for Solo\'s Ghost on my West Elm story[You\'re awesome!]) I really really really really like reviews.
THANKS!!!