"QUATRE, STOP!" Trowa shouted, breaking into my half-hysterical rant. I stared at him in shock as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I wanted to reach him, I wanted to get past his barriers and make him talk to me. So I unsealed my Spaceheart, and instinctively reached out to my friends --
-- and fell to my knees as the shock hit me, as I felt something that all common sense told me could not be true. I heard rather than saw Trowa and Wufei rush to my side, the question of the secret momentarily pushed aside in the face of whatever this sudden new development was. It couldn't be, it couldn't be, couldn't be but it was...
"Quatre?" Trowa's hands were on my shoulders, shaking me gently, and I forced my eyes to focus on his worried face. "Quatre, what is it?"
I felt so far away, but I managed to get my voice working. I swallowed, attempting to moisten my throat, before I could get the words out. "It's Duo," I said, scarcely able to believe my own words. "He's here. Now. And he's nearby."
They followed me as I stumbled along in the daze, once again not really seeing where my feet took me; homing in on Duo's presence like a beacon. Trowa and Wufei followed me closely, brushing aside the occasional soldier that approached us with business. I scarcely registered them, no more than I realized when I was standing in front of Heero's room again. Having broken in once already, it was a small task to hack through his security again; he hadn't changed any codes since the last time.
As if in a dream, I passed through the sterile outer room and once more sought and found the hidden door in the closet. It hissed as it cycled open, and I raised my eyes and blinked as my vision cleared to the room within.
This time, the room wasn't empty. A teenaged boy sprawled across the couch on his stomach, legs crossed at the ankles kicking idly in the air. His chin rested on his fists, elbows propping his head up as he read from a comic book lying open before him. A short, heavy chain ran from the handcuffs around his wrist to the stout metal bar at the end of the bed. I stared, disbelieving, and a single word escaped my lips.
"...Duo?"
The boy on the bed looked up. His eyes flashed violet as they met mine, and widened, and a huge grin split across his face. He pushed himself to a sitting position, bouncing slightly on the couchbed. "Yo, Q-man!" he greeted me enthusiastically. "Long time no see!"
Re: Torn 4
Date: 2006-02-21 11:14 am (UTC)"QUATRE, STOP!" Trowa shouted, breaking into my half-hysterical rant. I stared at him in shock as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I wanted to reach him, I wanted to get past his barriers and make him talk to me. So I unsealed my Spaceheart, and instinctively reached out to my friends --
-- and fell to my knees as the shock hit me, as I felt something that all common sense told me could not be true. I heard rather than saw Trowa and Wufei rush to my side, the question of the secret momentarily pushed aside in the face of whatever this sudden new development was. It couldn't be, it couldn't be, couldn't be but it was...
"Quatre?" Trowa's hands were on my shoulders, shaking me gently, and I forced my eyes to focus on his worried face. "Quatre, what is it?"
I felt so far away, but I managed to get my voice working. I swallowed, attempting to moisten my throat, before I could get the words out. "It's Duo," I said, scarcely able to believe my own words. "He's here. Now. And he's nearby."
They followed me as I stumbled along in the daze, once again not really seeing where my feet took me; homing in on Duo's presence like a beacon. Trowa and Wufei followed me closely, brushing aside the occasional soldier that approached us with business. I scarcely registered them, no more than I realized when I was standing in front of Heero's room again. Having broken in once already, it was a small task to hack through his security again; he hadn't changed any codes since the last time.
As if in a dream, I passed through the sterile outer room and once more sought and found the hidden door in the closet. It hissed as it cycled open, and I raised my eyes and blinked as my vision cleared to the room within.
This time, the room wasn't empty. A teenaged boy sprawled across the couch on his stomach, legs crossed at the ankles kicking idly in the air. His chin rested on his fists, elbows propping his head up as he read from a comic book lying open before him. A short, heavy chain ran from the handcuffs around his wrist to the stout metal bar at the end of the bed. I stared, disbelieving, and a single word escaped my lips.
"...Duo?"
The boy on the bed looked up. His eyes flashed violet as they met mine, and widened, and a huge grin split across his face. He pushed himself to a sitting position, bouncing slightly on the couchbed. "Yo, Q-man!" he greeted me enthusiastically. "Long time no see!"
Duo's smile.
Duo's voice.
Duo's eyes.
Heero.