A long, deep silence fell as the echoes of his rapid stride slowly faded from the hallways. I wanted to scream, or hit something, with frustration. Just as I thought I was finally reaching him, getting somewhere... Trowa's voice called me out, his soft words jerking my attention back to the remaining two Gundam pilots. "Quatre, what just happened?" he wanted to know.
For a moment I gave into the frustration, slamming my fist against the corridor wall. "Damn it, I don't know! For a moment, I thought, I thought... He was going to say something. And then something happened to stop him. Couldn't you feel it?"
Unexpectedly, Wufei stirred and spoke. "I felt it," he said, almost inaudible. "I have felt it before. But, I do not understand what it means."
I closed my eyes, trying to steady my thoughts. "I am so sick of all this," I groaned. "Talking, and going in circles, and getting nowhere. There's so much happening that I don't understand, so much going on between the lines that I'm just not getting. Something was going on in the hangar just now -- why did he shoot that man five times before killing him? It's not in Heero's nature to be that cruel, even against enemies. And there was something when he said the word traitor..."
As I trailed off, a palpable silence fell. Startled, my eyes blinked open, and I saw the look that Wufei and Trowa exchanged. More insider information. More things I didn't understand. "And..." I began, looking between the two of them; my gaze finally settled on Trowa. "And you two are hiding something from me."
Trowa flinched, visibly, and refused to meet my gaze. Wufei would, but his own face mirrored his troubled thoughts. "It does not matter, Quatre," he told me, his voice just a little too full of conviction to be certain. "It is something best left in the past. There is no need to dig up old ghosts with all of the troubles we have now."
A thought, an idea, a suspicion -- something flickered ephemerally through my mind, then was gone again in an instant. It might even have been a stray emotion I picked up through my Spaceheart, and just for that instant, connections formed in my mind. They broke an instant later, but left me with a slowly growing uneasy suspicion I could not quell. "I don't think so, Wufei," I said, and my voice was not as steady as I would have liked. "There is something that you are not telling me, and don't even try to pretend that it isn't important. It is. It's got something to do with Duo, and with the raid on Dixon, doesn't it? It's got something to do with Heero, and it's got something to do with the man he killed today. Doesn't it?" My voice was rising steadily, until I finally nearly shouted those last words.
Wufei, too, dropped his gaze and turned slightly away. Furious, I turned on him, barely in control of myself. "Answer me, Wufei! Damn you, how are we supposed to fight this war if we can't trust one another? One of us is missing, another is going mad; every day OZ is stronger and the deaths pile up and you are letting this tear us apart! ANSWER M --"
Re: Torn 4
Date: 2006-02-21 11:14 am (UTC)For a moment I gave into the frustration, slamming my fist against the corridor wall. "Damn it, I don't know! For a moment, I thought, I thought... He was going to say something. And then something happened to stop him. Couldn't you feel it?"
Unexpectedly, Wufei stirred and spoke. "I felt it," he said, almost inaudible. "I have felt it before. But, I do not understand what it means."
I closed my eyes, trying to steady my thoughts. "I am so sick of all this," I groaned. "Talking, and going in circles, and getting nowhere. There's so much happening that I don't understand, so much going on between the lines that I'm just not getting. Something was going on in the hangar just now -- why did he shoot that man five times before killing him? It's not in Heero's nature to be that cruel, even against enemies. And there was something when he said the word traitor..."
As I trailed off, a palpable silence fell. Startled, my eyes blinked open, and I saw the look that Wufei and Trowa exchanged. More insider information. More things I didn't understand. "And..." I began, looking between the two of them; my gaze finally settled on Trowa. "And you two are hiding something from me."
Trowa flinched, visibly, and refused to meet my gaze. Wufei would, but his own face mirrored his troubled thoughts. "It does not matter, Quatre," he told me, his voice just a little too full of conviction to be certain. "It is something best left in the past. There is no need to dig up old ghosts with all of the troubles we have now."
A thought, an idea, a suspicion -- something flickered ephemerally through my mind, then was gone again in an instant. It might even have been a stray emotion I picked up through my Spaceheart, and just for that instant, connections formed in my mind. They broke an instant later, but left me with a slowly growing uneasy suspicion I could not quell. "I don't think so, Wufei," I said, and my voice was not as steady as I would have liked. "There is something that you are not telling me, and don't even try to pretend that it isn't important. It is. It's got something to do with Duo, and with the raid on Dixon, doesn't it? It's got something to do with Heero, and it's got something to do with the man he killed today. Doesn't it?" My voice was rising steadily, until I finally nearly shouted those last words.
Wufei, too, dropped his gaze and turned slightly away. Furious, I turned on him, barely in control of myself. "Answer me, Wufei! Damn you, how are we supposed to fight this war if we can't trust one another? One of us is missing, another is going mad; every day OZ is stronger and the deaths pile up and you are letting this tear us apart! ANSWER M --"