Yay! It's my second Gundam Wing story! I got my notebook back from my friend today and she read it and said it was great! I'm so happy! And she doesn't even watch Gundam Wing so I hope you all think the same as her! Thanks a bunch Elis!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters…I just use them and put them in dangerous situations…*smiles innocently*
Background Info: Ok, unlike my other story, this one is set during the war. Please remember that I haven't seen the whole series so if I get something wrong, I'm sorry. Oh, and if I do get something mixed up, feel free to notify me about it. I tried not to use a lot from the series beyond some Gundam fighting. Ok, enough talk. Onward! To the Story!
Amnesia?
Chapter One
Duo's POV
We all started to notice it a while back, but we never thought it was that serious.
Standing in the hospital now though, I began to wonder. I thought back to when it had all started.
--------------Flashback: 3 Months Ago--------------
Usually it was only small things like misplacing something. Eventually though it became more obvious that something was wrong. Quatre would start cooking one of his famous recipes for dinner; recipes he had been making since he was able to walk. I would be led to the kitchen by the mere scent of the food but found a mystery.
Quatre stood staring at spoons laid out on a table trying to figure out how to measure a tablespoon. I thought at first that he was only joking but upon tasting the food; I don't even want to remember. Quatre would be clueless one second and then all-knowing the next. It was starting to freak me out, but the other pilots and I didn't think much of it.
Soon Quatre's 'memory disappearances' became more frequent. He would forget where the bathroom was, even when we stayed at his own mansion. He would forget how to turn on a light for goodness sake! And every time we confronted him about it he would simply change the subject.
It definitely became more apparent that Quatre had a problem when we had to fight in battles. During the middle of the fight, Quatre would suddenly forget how to pilot and, in a panic, proceed to just push buttons resulting in much damage to not only the enemy but himself and us as well. When it was too late, Quatre would return to normal but be shaken. Sometimes he was able to bounce back and help in the fight but mostly his Sandrock would be too damaged.
All I heard from Heero was constant complaining about having to repair Sandrock every time we came back from a mission. And don't even get me started on Wufei; he would constantly speak of Quatre as more of a liability than anything and demand that we leave him behind on the next mission. Even Trowa spoke up saying that maybe Quatre should stay behind but we all knew that only four of us being there would most likely result in complete and utter failure.
Silently, I agreed with the others but they weren't around as Quatre cried in my arms every night. He always heard the conversations concerning himself and his problem. He felt bad about it but he couldn't help it. No one knew what was happening and none of us had enough time to try and figure it out.
Well, we should have made the time.
Eventually, we got another mission that required all five of us to be there. None of us had the heart the leave Q behind so we all set out.
-----------End Flashback-----------
Finally the doctor entered the waiting room with news. We all jumped to attention, ignoring our own wounds, to hear of Quatre's condition.
"He's stable but pretty badly injured." We sighed in silent relief and waited for the list of injuries. Two broken ribs, several bruised, a broken wrist, a sprained ankle and a deep cut on his forehead that required 15 stitches. Of course, there were also less severe cuts and bruises as well but nothing else too fatal.
That didn't sound that bad when I thought back to what happened during the battle. The doctor gave us Quatre's room number and in silence we traveled down the eerily quiet hallways. I saw how worried everyone looked and felt the same. I mean, if the emotionless clown, the 'perfect soldier' and the time bomb [1] were this worried, imagine how worried I am.
It hurt, didn't it?
They probably regretted coming down on Quatre so hard over his problem but soon enough we had come to Quatre's room.
Trowa was the first to enter followed by Heero, Wufei and lastly me. We stared at Quatre's still form lying on the white sheets that closely matched the color of his unusually pale skin. I thought back to the battle.
------------Flashback: The Battle-----------
All was going well.
We had infiltrated the OZ base and were fighting off the first wave of soldiers. Suddenly, I heard Quatre cry out in pain as a Leo struck him in the side. In that moment, Quatre's suit began to lash out at everything around him; his memory loss had decided to drop by. He accidentally hit Wufei and Heero but not enough to cause much damage.
I heard Quatre cry out again and slam his fist down. Abruptly, Sandrock stopped moving. Quatre cursed over the com-link [2]. I looked to him across the battlefield and saw nothing that was causing any type of disturbance.
"Guys, get out of here, now!"
Quatre screamed to us over the link and we, too startled to disagree, rose to the sky expecting him to follow. We heard as Quatre typed furiously and once we were high enough looked down at him. Heero questioned his actions.
Quatre's typing ceased at the question. Faintly, he spoke.
"I can't stop it, I'm sorry."
Horrified, I watched from the sky as Sandrock was surrounded and attacked from all sides [3]. Soon, that oh-so-familiar faint red glow engulfed Quatre's gundam.
"NO! Quatre!" I tried to go back and save him but was held back by the other pilots. Tears fell from my eyes as I watched Sandrock, and Quatre, self-destruct.
A wave of heat from the explosion hit us and we were forced farther away. I cried out for Quatre but got no response. He hadn't meant to do it damnit! Why did this have to happen to innocent Quatre! I looked at the other pilots' emotionless faces and my anger rose.
"How can you just sit there and watch as Quatre, your friend no! Your brother, just explode? How many times has Q saved all of our lives and you just sit there and show no emotion whatsoever?"
They sat in their cockpits, never changing. The explosion cleared as debris flew everywhere. More tears fell from my eyes at a rapid pace. I lashed out against the three holding me back, finally breaking free, and headed towards the dismantled Sandrock.
I heard the protests behind me but I paid no attention. As soon as I landed, I jumped from my cockpit, ignoring my own sore body, and ran to a motionless Quatre. I knelt down beside him and turned his body to face me.
The gash on his forehead pumped blood down his face as I stared at him willing him to wake up. My prayers were answered as a moan of pain escaped Quatre's dry lips. I now cried tears of joy; he was okay, for now.
"D…Duo?" His aquamarine eyes opened slowly.
"Yeah buddy, it's me Q. You're gonna be alright. Just gotta get you to a hospital." I went to pick him up but he protested and looked up into my eyes.
"I tried Duo," He paused to try and clear his throat. "I tried to stop it but I couldn't. I'm just glad that you all are okay." He started to cough and blood trickled out of his mouth. With a frown, I held Quatre's body close to mine.
"Yeah Quat. We're all safe." Slowly, to not jar injuries, I lifted Q into my arms. I heard the other pilots tread up behind me and stood. I turned around to see Heero, Trowa and Wufei giving me looks full of worry and regret. Then I watched them shrink away from me as I glared at them individually and carried an unconscious Quatre back to my gundam.
------------End Flashback------------
I was genuinely pissed with them and I still am here in the hospital room. I sat by Quatre's side and took in the awkward silence as bliss. I knew they were regretful but I was not going to take it.
"Duo," Heero approached me.
"No."
He looked startled and tried again to come closer. I stood so fast that my chair flew out from under me. I glared hard at all of them. Trowa was about to say something but I cut him off.
"No! I don't want to hear it! You all sat there and called Quatre a liability and an injustice and he heard every word. I found him crying every night, every single night! And then, even after all that, he saves your lives and what do you do? You sit there and watch it happen!" I wasn't finished but Wufei cut in.
"I didn't hear you vouch for him our conversations, Maxwell." I looked to Wufei with sadness and rage. Then, with tears brimming my eyes, I turned to the sleeping Quatre.
"Yes, it's true, I didn't. But I should have and I'm sorry for not doing it in the first place. I'm sorry Quat."
"Duo." Trowa's voice called me but I didn't turn to look.
"Get out."
I'd barely said it above a whisper. I heard Heero ready to protest.
"Get OUT!"
I turned on them a pointed furiously to the door. Wufei snorted and pushed off the wall he had been leaning against. Roughly, he yanked open the door and left mumbling under his breath. I looked to Heero and Trowa and motioned for them to leave as well. Heero sighed in defeat before following Wufei. Trowa left as well, looking back one last time at Quatre with tears in his eyes before softly closing the door.
I brought my hand to my face and turned to pick up my chair. I sat down next to Quatre again and took his unbroken hand into my own.
I suddenly felt helpless and alone.
As I stared as Quatre's face, the tears fell down my cheeks in rivers and splashed onto my hands.
"Quatre." I paused. "Q, I dunno if you can hear me but I'm gonna talk anyways [4]. I dunno where your problem is generating from but I know you're not weak or a liability at all. You can't listen to those jerks Heero, Wufei and Trowa. And I know that I didn't stick up for you but I'll make it right."
I let go of Quatre's hand and rose.
"You gotta hang in there buddy and stay strong like I know you are."
I wiped the tears off of my face and made my way towards the door.
"I'm sorry Q-man, but I have to go. They may not lose you but they're gonna lose me, no. They've lost me. Heero, Wufei and Trowa will regret everything they've ever done once they realize…" I stopped and sighed.
Pulling my cap onto my head, I was ready to leave. I lifted one hand to the doorknob and the other to my face. I looked closely to find a single eyelash resting lazily on my index finger. Usually, I don't believe in wishes but today I feel lucky. I closed my eyes for a moment before tenderly blowing the eyelash off of my finger. I looked one last time to my 'brother' and shut the door silently behind me.
Looking to the floor for any sort of guidance, I was off to wherever my feet decided to carry me.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*TBC*~*~*~*~*~*~*
[1] - Of course with this comment I am referring to Trowa, Heero and Wufei. But I didn't mean to offend anyone by saying it. You gotta know, I love those three as much as anything but they are kind of portrayed as somewhat of a bad guy is this story so, well you get it. Just please don't flame me because I called them those things. ^^
[2] - The com-link thing…that's what it's called right? Well, you all know what I mean. Just how they communicate with each other during battle.
[3] - Well, here I thought someone might be thinking, "Well, why didn't any of the enemies follow the other 4 gundams into the air?" Um, I really have no explanation as to why but I guess they just figure, "let's attack the one that's alone instead." Don't give me that look! You understand, right?
[4] - I dunno why I wanted to point this out but this was just such a classic and clichéd line I guess I thought I'd make you look at it twice.
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Well? Was it horrible? Was it wonderful? What it so-so? How can I improve? Should I continue?
I hate to sound like I'm bragging but I was really proud when I finished this chapter coz I really put a lot of emotion into writing it. When Duo is yelling at the other pilots; I just love that little speech type thing.
Well, if I get enough feed back, then I'll start the next chapter which will be from Quat's POV and tell of how he feels about all this and what really happens when his memory 'disappears.'
Hope you liked it! AND Don't forget to REVIEW! Please?? Even if you wanna flame me just to get some angst off your chest! Thanks for reading my story!
Later!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters…I just use them and put them in dangerous situations…*smiles innocently*
Background Info: Ok, unlike my other story, this one is set during the war. Please remember that I haven't seen the whole series so if I get something wrong, I'm sorry. Oh, and if I do get something mixed up, feel free to notify me about it. I tried not to use a lot from the series beyond some Gundam fighting. Ok, enough talk. Onward! To the Story!
Amnesia?
Chapter One
Duo's POV
We all started to notice it a while back, but we never thought it was that serious.
Standing in the hospital now though, I began to wonder. I thought back to when it had all started.
--------------Flashback: 3 Months Ago--------------
Usually it was only small things like misplacing something. Eventually though it became more obvious that something was wrong. Quatre would start cooking one of his famous recipes for dinner; recipes he had been making since he was able to walk. I would be led to the kitchen by the mere scent of the food but found a mystery.
Quatre stood staring at spoons laid out on a table trying to figure out how to measure a tablespoon. I thought at first that he was only joking but upon tasting the food; I don't even want to remember. Quatre would be clueless one second and then all-knowing the next. It was starting to freak me out, but the other pilots and I didn't think much of it.
Soon Quatre's 'memory disappearances' became more frequent. He would forget where the bathroom was, even when we stayed at his own mansion. He would forget how to turn on a light for goodness sake! And every time we confronted him about it he would simply change the subject.
It definitely became more apparent that Quatre had a problem when we had to fight in battles. During the middle of the fight, Quatre would suddenly forget how to pilot and, in a panic, proceed to just push buttons resulting in much damage to not only the enemy but himself and us as well. When it was too late, Quatre would return to normal but be shaken. Sometimes he was able to bounce back and help in the fight but mostly his Sandrock would be too damaged.
All I heard from Heero was constant complaining about having to repair Sandrock every time we came back from a mission. And don't even get me started on Wufei; he would constantly speak of Quatre as more of a liability than anything and demand that we leave him behind on the next mission. Even Trowa spoke up saying that maybe Quatre should stay behind but we all knew that only four of us being there would most likely result in complete and utter failure.
Silently, I agreed with the others but they weren't around as Quatre cried in my arms every night. He always heard the conversations concerning himself and his problem. He felt bad about it but he couldn't help it. No one knew what was happening and none of us had enough time to try and figure it out.
Well, we should have made the time.
Eventually, we got another mission that required all five of us to be there. None of us had the heart the leave Q behind so we all set out.
-----------End Flashback-----------
Finally the doctor entered the waiting room with news. We all jumped to attention, ignoring our own wounds, to hear of Quatre's condition.
"He's stable but pretty badly injured." We sighed in silent relief and waited for the list of injuries. Two broken ribs, several bruised, a broken wrist, a sprained ankle and a deep cut on his forehead that required 15 stitches. Of course, there were also less severe cuts and bruises as well but nothing else too fatal.
That didn't sound that bad when I thought back to what happened during the battle. The doctor gave us Quatre's room number and in silence we traveled down the eerily quiet hallways. I saw how worried everyone looked and felt the same. I mean, if the emotionless clown, the 'perfect soldier' and the time bomb [1] were this worried, imagine how worried I am.
It hurt, didn't it?
They probably regretted coming down on Quatre so hard over his problem but soon enough we had come to Quatre's room.
Trowa was the first to enter followed by Heero, Wufei and lastly me. We stared at Quatre's still form lying on the white sheets that closely matched the color of his unusually pale skin. I thought back to the battle.
------------Flashback: The Battle-----------
All was going well.
We had infiltrated the OZ base and were fighting off the first wave of soldiers. Suddenly, I heard Quatre cry out in pain as a Leo struck him in the side. In that moment, Quatre's suit began to lash out at everything around him; his memory loss had decided to drop by. He accidentally hit Wufei and Heero but not enough to cause much damage.
I heard Quatre cry out again and slam his fist down. Abruptly, Sandrock stopped moving. Quatre cursed over the com-link [2]. I looked to him across the battlefield and saw nothing that was causing any type of disturbance.
"Guys, get out of here, now!"
Quatre screamed to us over the link and we, too startled to disagree, rose to the sky expecting him to follow. We heard as Quatre typed furiously and once we were high enough looked down at him. Heero questioned his actions.
Quatre's typing ceased at the question. Faintly, he spoke.
"I can't stop it, I'm sorry."
Horrified, I watched from the sky as Sandrock was surrounded and attacked from all sides [3]. Soon, that oh-so-familiar faint red glow engulfed Quatre's gundam.
"NO! Quatre!" I tried to go back and save him but was held back by the other pilots. Tears fell from my eyes as I watched Sandrock, and Quatre, self-destruct.
A wave of heat from the explosion hit us and we were forced farther away. I cried out for Quatre but got no response. He hadn't meant to do it damnit! Why did this have to happen to innocent Quatre! I looked at the other pilots' emotionless faces and my anger rose.
"How can you just sit there and watch as Quatre, your friend no! Your brother, just explode? How many times has Q saved all of our lives and you just sit there and show no emotion whatsoever?"
They sat in their cockpits, never changing. The explosion cleared as debris flew everywhere. More tears fell from my eyes at a rapid pace. I lashed out against the three holding me back, finally breaking free, and headed towards the dismantled Sandrock.
I heard the protests behind me but I paid no attention. As soon as I landed, I jumped from my cockpit, ignoring my own sore body, and ran to a motionless Quatre. I knelt down beside him and turned his body to face me.
The gash on his forehead pumped blood down his face as I stared at him willing him to wake up. My prayers were answered as a moan of pain escaped Quatre's dry lips. I now cried tears of joy; he was okay, for now.
"D…Duo?" His aquamarine eyes opened slowly.
"Yeah buddy, it's me Q. You're gonna be alright. Just gotta get you to a hospital." I went to pick him up but he protested and looked up into my eyes.
"I tried Duo," He paused to try and clear his throat. "I tried to stop it but I couldn't. I'm just glad that you all are okay." He started to cough and blood trickled out of his mouth. With a frown, I held Quatre's body close to mine.
"Yeah Quat. We're all safe." Slowly, to not jar injuries, I lifted Q into my arms. I heard the other pilots tread up behind me and stood. I turned around to see Heero, Trowa and Wufei giving me looks full of worry and regret. Then I watched them shrink away from me as I glared at them individually and carried an unconscious Quatre back to my gundam.
------------End Flashback------------
I was genuinely pissed with them and I still am here in the hospital room. I sat by Quatre's side and took in the awkward silence as bliss. I knew they were regretful but I was not going to take it.
"Duo," Heero approached me.
"No."
He looked startled and tried again to come closer. I stood so fast that my chair flew out from under me. I glared hard at all of them. Trowa was about to say something but I cut him off.
"No! I don't want to hear it! You all sat there and called Quatre a liability and an injustice and he heard every word. I found him crying every night, every single night! And then, even after all that, he saves your lives and what do you do? You sit there and watch it happen!" I wasn't finished but Wufei cut in.
"I didn't hear you vouch for him our conversations, Maxwell." I looked to Wufei with sadness and rage. Then, with tears brimming my eyes, I turned to the sleeping Quatre.
"Yes, it's true, I didn't. But I should have and I'm sorry for not doing it in the first place. I'm sorry Quat."
"Duo." Trowa's voice called me but I didn't turn to look.
"Get out."
I'd barely said it above a whisper. I heard Heero ready to protest.
"Get OUT!"
I turned on them a pointed furiously to the door. Wufei snorted and pushed off the wall he had been leaning against. Roughly, he yanked open the door and left mumbling under his breath. I looked to Heero and Trowa and motioned for them to leave as well. Heero sighed in defeat before following Wufei. Trowa left as well, looking back one last time at Quatre with tears in his eyes before softly closing the door.
I brought my hand to my face and turned to pick up my chair. I sat down next to Quatre again and took his unbroken hand into my own.
I suddenly felt helpless and alone.
As I stared as Quatre's face, the tears fell down my cheeks in rivers and splashed onto my hands.
"Quatre." I paused. "Q, I dunno if you can hear me but I'm gonna talk anyways [4]. I dunno where your problem is generating from but I know you're not weak or a liability at all. You can't listen to those jerks Heero, Wufei and Trowa. And I know that I didn't stick up for you but I'll make it right."
I let go of Quatre's hand and rose.
"You gotta hang in there buddy and stay strong like I know you are."
I wiped the tears off of my face and made my way towards the door.
"I'm sorry Q-man, but I have to go. They may not lose you but they're gonna lose me, no. They've lost me. Heero, Wufei and Trowa will regret everything they've ever done once they realize…" I stopped and sighed.
Pulling my cap onto my head, I was ready to leave. I lifted one hand to the doorknob and the other to my face. I looked closely to find a single eyelash resting lazily on my index finger. Usually, I don't believe in wishes but today I feel lucky. I closed my eyes for a moment before tenderly blowing the eyelash off of my finger. I looked one last time to my 'brother' and shut the door silently behind me.
Looking to the floor for any sort of guidance, I was off to wherever my feet decided to carry me.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*TBC*~*~*~*~*~*~*
[1] - Of course with this comment I am referring to Trowa, Heero and Wufei. But I didn't mean to offend anyone by saying it. You gotta know, I love those three as much as anything but they are kind of portrayed as somewhat of a bad guy is this story so, well you get it. Just please don't flame me because I called them those things. ^^
[2] - The com-link thing…that's what it's called right? Well, you all know what I mean. Just how they communicate with each other during battle.
[3] - Well, here I thought someone might be thinking, "Well, why didn't any of the enemies follow the other 4 gundams into the air?" Um, I really have no explanation as to why but I guess they just figure, "let's attack the one that's alone instead." Don't give me that look! You understand, right?
[4] - I dunno why I wanted to point this out but this was just such a classic and clichéd line I guess I thought I'd make you look at it twice.
-------
Well? Was it horrible? Was it wonderful? What it so-so? How can I improve? Should I continue?
I hate to sound like I'm bragging but I was really proud when I finished this chapter coz I really put a lot of emotion into writing it. When Duo is yelling at the other pilots; I just love that little speech type thing.
Well, if I get enough feed back, then I'll start the next chapter which will be from Quat's POV and tell of how he feels about all this and what really happens when his memory 'disappears.'
Hope you liked it! AND Don't forget to REVIEW! Please?? Even if you wanna flame me just to get some angst off your chest! Thanks for reading my story!
Later!