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Part 7
Raging Rain 7
By Markanovanlink
Rated R (Yaoi, POV, Violence and Suspense)
Pairings 3x4
Um okay I um did have this chapter written but I got um…caught up…um…well you see I started watching some anime and um…well it was really good and I wanted to watch all of them so I um…well when it was time to reread the story to check for errors and stuff…all I could do was think about watching some more anime. So I am really sorry to all of you who actually wait for me to update. Now that I think about it…is there anyone who really waits for me to update? Oh before I forget, I would like to thanks these guys for sticking by me [ BigSister2, Debs-dragon, Chilled Flame and FranceGamble]…or is it that they like the fic more than me…hmmm…I never really thought about it like that. Um…well…wow…does anyone out there like me for me…
Special Thanks to my new readers Kirihana, Wolfje, darkanger, anyway, meicdon13, Nef, .Serenity. and Akito Sohma.
Read, Relax and Review.
Painful irritation crept through my veins as I tried to block out the horrifying and embarrassing procedure being done by a blatant inexperienced nurse. I wanted to kill her every time she said sorry about that. I thought this was a simple in and out kind of thing, but no, she had to take her precious time…and Wufei…that bastard was just looming behind her and some other dumb nurse who was holding a metal tray.
It felt awkward laying on my back with my knees in the air like this. I guess if he wasn’t in the room right now it wouldn’t have been so bad, but no, he had to have his…okay…I really got to get a hold of myself. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
“All done Mr. Winner.” I slowly lowered my legs to the bed and turned to the side. As I clutched the thin hospital sheet to my body like a lifeline, I asked to be left alone. I could feel the disagreement radiating from Wufei but he and the nurses left the room without so much of a sound.
After a couple of tense filled minutes, I slowly rose from the bed by placing my bare feet on the cold linoleum floor. I reached for the gauze and medical tape around my head and started removing them. Once I removed the bandages from around my chest, I looked around the room until my eyes fell upon the door.
As I made my way towards the door, I studied its characteristics and touched the cold metal handle. I felt possessed as I ran away from the door and towards the only chair in the room. I slammed the chair against the door and wedged it under the door handle.
Somehow the IV rack ended up in my hand, so I threw it at the heart monitor. My fingers itched to destroy, decimate, and eliminate anything solid within my grasp. Waves of anger, frustration, and humiliation raced through my veins as I flipped the bed over. My heart beat was racing and my lungs burned with an intensity that reflected the franticness of my actions. Soon, I heard knocking and shouting at the door. I stared at the door for three seconds before pushing the bed frame over to it so no one could get in.
I turned my attention back to the room and realized that the only thing left was a tiny table with a cup and a water pitcher on it. I had no desire to flip that over so I focused on a large metal clip board laying in the middle of the small room. I picked it up and read my medical chart. Words like coma, concussion, collapsed lung, amnesia, and severe heart arrhythmia swarm through my head as I tried to read. The tiny black letters seem to waltz around the white paper making me feel dizzy and disoriented.
I dropped the chart and closed my eyes at the sound of the metal board hitting the ground. Another range of sounds penetrated my mind, the shouting and the banging on the door was growing louder. I could hear Duo cursing at the top of his lungs, Trowa and Heero grunting as they took turns at the door, and Wufei’s demands for me to open it. Its funny how Wufei’s voice reminded me I had to pee.
I stepped over a pillow and walked towards the tiny bathroom. Once I was inside, I locked the door to it and stared at the toilet. Time seemed to stand still as I contemplated on my behavior. Was any of that necessary? Only a child would…oh yeah I got to go.
I felt like a robot as I mechanically went through the motions of relieving myself. It wasn’t until I flushed the toilet, that I realized I haven’t seen it.
I let my fingers explore the cold smooth surface of the mirror as my eyes drank in the visage before them. A strong and sharp jaw line highlighted the bottom of an oval face while ragged pale strands of hair playfully covered the ears from sight. I frown at my reflection as I notice my eyes and forehead. My eyes looked dim and tired due to the darkness that decorated the skin beneath them.
My forehead had a huge vertical gash starting from the corner of my left eyebrow and disappearing into my hairline and hair. A small sigh escapes me as I try to count the stitches holding the torn skin together. I lean over the sink to have a better view in the mirror. With my fingers, I start to divide my hair into a part so I could see how far the gash went. After realizing that I could no longer see, I continued to feel my way across the wound until it ended at the back of my head.
Another sigh rushed out as I looked back into the mirror. I looked at myself again. Twenty five...twenty five years old…ten years…who am I now? Whose face is this? Is it my father’s or mine? I closed my eyes and concentrated on any more memories, knowledge or data I could drag up. Nothing. Just nothing.
Explosion, concussion, coma…Heero, Duo, Wufei…Trowa. Trowa. I looked at the mirror one last time before I washed my hands. After drying them off, I stepped back into the sterile room and looked at the mess I created.
So here I am now, fully relieved and standing in the middle of a chaotic and quiet hospital room. “Do you feel better now?” I glanced at the voice coming from the man leaning against the wall with his arms folded just below his chest.
I looked down at the scar on my hand and wondered how he got in without me noticing him or sensing his presence. “No.” I looked up and turned my attention to the door that I barricaded with the chair and bed frame. The door was still barricaded. I turn my eyes back on him. “How?”
“The window.” Okay, I didn’t even notice a window in the room. I scanned the room again and saw a small open window behind the heart monitor. I slowly made my way over to it. Small wasn’t a good term for it…more like tiny. If anyone could fit though this window, it would definitely be him.
“Wufei, told us that you remembered something.” I continued to look out of the small window. It was raining outside.
“Aren’t we on a colony?”
“Yes.”
“Wow, the holograms of the night sky and the moon are amazing, but is this rain economical?”
“I wouldn’t know, but you spear headed the program that would allow climate changes and holographic time and nature displays for the colonies. You said it would increase travel and tourism between the colonies and Earth due to the curiosity of comparing Nature with a computer generated one.”
“I said all that, huh?” I slowly turned away from the window, slid down the wall and hugged my knees. “I guess I have a lot of influence.” I looked up at him and noticed he hadn’t move an inch. “Did it work?”
He raised an eyebrow and said, “Pardon?”
“The increase in travel and tourism.”
“Yes, the amount of the increase in revenue was unexpected by the Intergalactic Transportation Department.” He let a small laugh escape him as he closed his eyes. “It’s funny you know…how you cant remember the last ten years of your life and yet you are still able to talk about business.”
“I guess I am like my father.” When those words slid pass my lips, I immediately regretted them and wished I could inhale them back. How childish and stupid can I really be? Where’s a deep hole when you need one?
“No, you’re not.” I watch him move towards the door and push the bed frame aside in order to retrieve the chair that was wedged under the door handle. I had nothing to say at the moment so I just waited and followed his movements with my eyes. He leisurely moved the chair in front of me and sat in it.
I know he is going to try to give me some speech on my daddy issues that I really didn’t want to hear right now…what to do…what to do? Before he could speak again, a big smile stretched across my face as I asked, “Are we close?”
If he was taken back by my change in mood and demeanor, he didn’t show it. “I would say fairly close.”
For some reason, hoards of questions started buzzing in my head to the point that some flew passed my lips. “How close are we?”
“Well, out of all your friends and family, you see me almost everyday since I am the head of your security and surveillance team.”
“Because I see you everyday, doesn’t make us close.”
“It does when Duo works your last nerve; I am normally the one you complain to.”
“How long have you been my head of security?”
“Six years.”
“Wow, I must be a great boss.”
“Not really, but the dental plan is great.”
I let an amused huff escape me as I took in the new information. I needed to know more. “Do I have any kids?”
“No.”
“Am I married?”
“No.”
“Do I have a girlfriend?”
With an amused smile, he said no. It feels like I am missing something. Oh no. Could it be that I am…that…um…yeah. Oh Allah, how have I been living my life?
“Quatre, are you okay?”
Huh…“Um, yeah, I am fine.” The night in the cabin flashed through my mind. That kiss. Trowa. What the hell? “Um, am I involved with anyone?”
“Do you remember being involve with anyone?” Who answers a question with a question? I am the one with amnesia, remember. I mean…oh…are we? My mind feels so confused right now. I’m not sure if I am or not. Okay, I’m not making any sense. Okay, just breath and use logic with this situation.
He is waiting on me to answer him. Okay, first things first. I don’t have any kids, I don’t have a wife, and I don’t have a girlfriend. The fact that he answered my question with another question leads me to believe that I am either A: involved with a, um, okay…a man, B: involved with…him, or C: he is joking with me. I am hoping for C because if it is B that means he would want me to remember him and I.
“Quatre?”
I mean really, how am I suppose to remember a life changing lifestyle like that.
“Quatre?”
I have amnesia, so I don’t think he should be getting mad if I don’t remember our relationship. What the hell am I talking about? I’m not gay. Why is the room spinning?
“Quatre!”
Why is he yelling my name? Why is the floor on my face? Why is it so dark…why…
A/N: Ummm…please don’t be mad at how I ended this chapter…um…please…
By Markanovanlink
Rated R (Yaoi, POV, Violence and Suspense)
Pairings 3x4
Um okay I um did have this chapter written but I got um…caught up…um…well you see I started watching some anime and um…well it was really good and I wanted to watch all of them so I um…well when it was time to reread the story to check for errors and stuff…all I could do was think about watching some more anime. So I am really sorry to all of you who actually wait for me to update. Now that I think about it…is there anyone who really waits for me to update? Oh before I forget, I would like to thanks these guys for sticking by me [ BigSister2, Debs-dragon, Chilled Flame and FranceGamble]…or is it that they like the fic more than me…hmmm…I never really thought about it like that. Um…well…wow…does anyone out there like me for me…
Special Thanks to my new readers Kirihana, Wolfje, darkanger, anyway, meicdon13, Nef, .Serenity. and Akito Sohma.
Read, Relax and Review.
Painful irritation crept through my veins as I tried to block out the horrifying and embarrassing procedure being done by a blatant inexperienced nurse. I wanted to kill her every time she said sorry about that. I thought this was a simple in and out kind of thing, but no, she had to take her precious time…and Wufei…that bastard was just looming behind her and some other dumb nurse who was holding a metal tray.
It felt awkward laying on my back with my knees in the air like this. I guess if he wasn’t in the room right now it wouldn’t have been so bad, but no, he had to have his…okay…I really got to get a hold of myself. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
“All done Mr. Winner.” I slowly lowered my legs to the bed and turned to the side. As I clutched the thin hospital sheet to my body like a lifeline, I asked to be left alone. I could feel the disagreement radiating from Wufei but he and the nurses left the room without so much of a sound.
After a couple of tense filled minutes, I slowly rose from the bed by placing my bare feet on the cold linoleum floor. I reached for the gauze and medical tape around my head and started removing them. Once I removed the bandages from around my chest, I looked around the room until my eyes fell upon the door.
As I made my way towards the door, I studied its characteristics and touched the cold metal handle. I felt possessed as I ran away from the door and towards the only chair in the room. I slammed the chair against the door and wedged it under the door handle.
Somehow the IV rack ended up in my hand, so I threw it at the heart monitor. My fingers itched to destroy, decimate, and eliminate anything solid within my grasp. Waves of anger, frustration, and humiliation raced through my veins as I flipped the bed over. My heart beat was racing and my lungs burned with an intensity that reflected the franticness of my actions. Soon, I heard knocking and shouting at the door. I stared at the door for three seconds before pushing the bed frame over to it so no one could get in.
I turned my attention back to the room and realized that the only thing left was a tiny table with a cup and a water pitcher on it. I had no desire to flip that over so I focused on a large metal clip board laying in the middle of the small room. I picked it up and read my medical chart. Words like coma, concussion, collapsed lung, amnesia, and severe heart arrhythmia swarm through my head as I tried to read. The tiny black letters seem to waltz around the white paper making me feel dizzy and disoriented.
I dropped the chart and closed my eyes at the sound of the metal board hitting the ground. Another range of sounds penetrated my mind, the shouting and the banging on the door was growing louder. I could hear Duo cursing at the top of his lungs, Trowa and Heero grunting as they took turns at the door, and Wufei’s demands for me to open it. Its funny how Wufei’s voice reminded me I had to pee.
I stepped over a pillow and walked towards the tiny bathroom. Once I was inside, I locked the door to it and stared at the toilet. Time seemed to stand still as I contemplated on my behavior. Was any of that necessary? Only a child would…oh yeah I got to go.
I felt like a robot as I mechanically went through the motions of relieving myself. It wasn’t until I flushed the toilet, that I realized I haven’t seen it.
I let my fingers explore the cold smooth surface of the mirror as my eyes drank in the visage before them. A strong and sharp jaw line highlighted the bottom of an oval face while ragged pale strands of hair playfully covered the ears from sight. I frown at my reflection as I notice my eyes and forehead. My eyes looked dim and tired due to the darkness that decorated the skin beneath them.
My forehead had a huge vertical gash starting from the corner of my left eyebrow and disappearing into my hairline and hair. A small sigh escapes me as I try to count the stitches holding the torn skin together. I lean over the sink to have a better view in the mirror. With my fingers, I start to divide my hair into a part so I could see how far the gash went. After realizing that I could no longer see, I continued to feel my way across the wound until it ended at the back of my head.
Another sigh rushed out as I looked back into the mirror. I looked at myself again. Twenty five...twenty five years old…ten years…who am I now? Whose face is this? Is it my father’s or mine? I closed my eyes and concentrated on any more memories, knowledge or data I could drag up. Nothing. Just nothing.
Explosion, concussion, coma…Heero, Duo, Wufei…Trowa. Trowa. I looked at the mirror one last time before I washed my hands. After drying them off, I stepped back into the sterile room and looked at the mess I created.
So here I am now, fully relieved and standing in the middle of a chaotic and quiet hospital room. “Do you feel better now?” I glanced at the voice coming from the man leaning against the wall with his arms folded just below his chest.
I looked down at the scar on my hand and wondered how he got in without me noticing him or sensing his presence. “No.” I looked up and turned my attention to the door that I barricaded with the chair and bed frame. The door was still barricaded. I turn my eyes back on him. “How?”
“The window.” Okay, I didn’t even notice a window in the room. I scanned the room again and saw a small open window behind the heart monitor. I slowly made my way over to it. Small wasn’t a good term for it…more like tiny. If anyone could fit though this window, it would definitely be him.
“Wufei, told us that you remembered something.” I continued to look out of the small window. It was raining outside.
“Aren’t we on a colony?”
“Yes.”
“Wow, the holograms of the night sky and the moon are amazing, but is this rain economical?”
“I wouldn’t know, but you spear headed the program that would allow climate changes and holographic time and nature displays for the colonies. You said it would increase travel and tourism between the colonies and Earth due to the curiosity of comparing Nature with a computer generated one.”
“I said all that, huh?” I slowly turned away from the window, slid down the wall and hugged my knees. “I guess I have a lot of influence.” I looked up at him and noticed he hadn’t move an inch. “Did it work?”
He raised an eyebrow and said, “Pardon?”
“The increase in travel and tourism.”
“Yes, the amount of the increase in revenue was unexpected by the Intergalactic Transportation Department.” He let a small laugh escape him as he closed his eyes. “It’s funny you know…how you cant remember the last ten years of your life and yet you are still able to talk about business.”
“I guess I am like my father.” When those words slid pass my lips, I immediately regretted them and wished I could inhale them back. How childish and stupid can I really be? Where’s a deep hole when you need one?
“No, you’re not.” I watch him move towards the door and push the bed frame aside in order to retrieve the chair that was wedged under the door handle. I had nothing to say at the moment so I just waited and followed his movements with my eyes. He leisurely moved the chair in front of me and sat in it.
I know he is going to try to give me some speech on my daddy issues that I really didn’t want to hear right now…what to do…what to do? Before he could speak again, a big smile stretched across my face as I asked, “Are we close?”
If he was taken back by my change in mood and demeanor, he didn’t show it. “I would say fairly close.”
For some reason, hoards of questions started buzzing in my head to the point that some flew passed my lips. “How close are we?”
“Well, out of all your friends and family, you see me almost everyday since I am the head of your security and surveillance team.”
“Because I see you everyday, doesn’t make us close.”
“It does when Duo works your last nerve; I am normally the one you complain to.”
“How long have you been my head of security?”
“Six years.”
“Wow, I must be a great boss.”
“Not really, but the dental plan is great.”
I let an amused huff escape me as I took in the new information. I needed to know more. “Do I have any kids?”
“No.”
“Am I married?”
“No.”
“Do I have a girlfriend?”
With an amused smile, he said no. It feels like I am missing something. Oh no. Could it be that I am…that…um…yeah. Oh Allah, how have I been living my life?
“Quatre, are you okay?”
Huh…“Um, yeah, I am fine.” The night in the cabin flashed through my mind. That kiss. Trowa. What the hell? “Um, am I involved with anyone?”
“Do you remember being involve with anyone?” Who answers a question with a question? I am the one with amnesia, remember. I mean…oh…are we? My mind feels so confused right now. I’m not sure if I am or not. Okay, I’m not making any sense. Okay, just breath and use logic with this situation.
He is waiting on me to answer him. Okay, first things first. I don’t have any kids, I don’t have a wife, and I don’t have a girlfriend. The fact that he answered my question with another question leads me to believe that I am either A: involved with a, um, okay…a man, B: involved with…him, or C: he is joking with me. I am hoping for C because if it is B that means he would want me to remember him and I.
“Quatre?”
I mean really, how am I suppose to remember a life changing lifestyle like that.
“Quatre?”
I have amnesia, so I don’t think he should be getting mad if I don’t remember our relationship. What the hell am I talking about? I’m not gay. Why is the room spinning?
“Quatre!”
Why is he yelling my name? Why is the floor on my face? Why is it so dark…why…
A/N: Ummm…please don’t be mad at how I ended this chapter…um…please…