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Fanfic: Wahre Freunde
Chapter: True friends I
Title: True Friends
Part: 1/3
Author: Anakin
Email: Heero.yui@lycos.at
Fanfiction: Gundam Wing
Rating: PG-14
Warning: fear, darkfic
Comment: Quatre has to realize that he has a problem that he cannot solve on his own. Nevertheless, he tries desperately to keep it a secret from his friends.
Pairing: indicated 2 x 4
Disclaimer: I neither earn money with my writing, nor do I own the people who belong to Sunrise and Co (I think ... whoever they belong to, at least not mine)
Dedication:
My dear friend Padmé, who encouraged me to upload it here ^ _ ^
True friends
Chapter 1
"Such a crap!" The young man stared startled at his arm, on which there were already three red welts, but the fourth was bleeding a little. 'I didn't mean that ...' he thought, and bit his lower lip, he needed something with which to wipe the blood off. Although he always wore long-sleeved shirts, he feared that the blood on the light shirt would show through.He quickly got himself a handkerchief and pressed it onto the narrow cut. He'd never cut it deep enough to bleed. It was always just red, thin welts that hurt, but disappeared after a while without leaving any scars.
Quatre wasn't stupid, he knew that cut would leave a visible scar and that scared him. He was pretty sure that none of his friends had noticed what was wrong with him.
They were too busy with themselves. Secretly he was very happy about it, even though he immediately suspected that it would not always stay that way, he even hoped it would. The fact that he'd just cut so deep that it was bleeding scared him, very scared. Because he hadn't even noticed how deep this cut was, and so the fear spread inside him that one day he would not feel anything at all.
'But maybe that would also be an advantage ... Then I would no longer have a guilty conscience all the time ...' he thought and carefully took the handkerchief down.The cut had probably not been particularly deep, it had already stopped bleeding.
Relieved, the blond Arab threw the handkerchief in the wastepaper basket and carefully pulled the shirt over it, now that it burned past the cut quite violently. But it was exactly what he wanted:
Pain!
He didn't know when he'd started scratching his arm a little with a blunt object, it was just too long ago.
Basically, he'd always done it, whenever he'd been desperate, for whatever reason, he'd somehow hurt himself. But he always made sure that afterwards he could disguise it as if he had been hurt. In the past few years it had never occurred to anyone that Quatre's constant bruises and scratches could be caused by anything other than his ignorance.
He carefully placed the scissors on the table. For a while he hadn't hurt himself; on the contrary, he had sworn to never do it again.The little Arab grimaced a little at the thought, something the others never saw. 'Never say never, and things get a lot worse. After all, I didn't do it that way before. Only if there was an opportunity, but now? ' he looked at the scissors he'd been using for his work lately. Actually he had thought it was too blunt to cut himself with, but that was probably a mistake. 'Any tool is strong enough if you cut hard enough,' thought the young man, looking anxiously at the scissors. He never thought, he never thought that he would ever go that far. That was different from scratching the wall of the house or walking barefoot through the kitchen, although it was forbidden because there were broken pieces.
Quatre thought about it for a long time, vowing never to do it again. He had got the whole thing on himself. 'I wanted to help people and became a Gundam pilot ... I knew beforehand that it wasn't done with a little goodwill!' the blond boy sighed, the thing with the victims for which HE was responsible, he hadn't given a thought back then.He would have preferred not to do it now, too often lately he had picked up a sharp object and inflicted pain on himself. Even if not in the form it had happened today.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, surprised the blond boy looked at the door. "In!" he called kindly and shortly afterwards a brown-haired boy with a long, plaited braid stepped in. The boy gave him a friendly smile.
"Hi Quatre! Are you ready?" asked Duo. “Ready for what?” Quatre looked puzzled at his friend. "Well, for the mission, we have to go now. So come on," Duo had stepped up to him and grabbed his left arm and pulled him to his feet. Unfortunately, where Quatre cut.
With the greatest effort the blond, petite boy managed to suppress a cry of pain and also to keep his smile on his face. However, it looked a bit tortured.
Duo didn't notice. The American laughed softly: "Have you forgotten?"Quatre nodded, embarrassed, and immediately shook his head." No, well, yes, I just didn't think it was that late! " 10! It's already dark outside! "
Quatre's heart gave a small, startled jump, for a short moment he feared that the other would now ask him to push up his sleeve and he would see the traces of his actions. They always took a few hours to go away.
"I ... I ... but it's ..." stuttered the blond boy, suddenly something struck him. "But it's still light!" he realized with astonishment. "Yes, because I turned on the light when I came in," Duo replied dryly and threw another scrutinizing look in Quatre's direction, which made his mind race. 'Damn it, Quatre, pull yourself together! He didn't notice anything, that's impossible anyway. Don't make yourself crazy and don't talk nonsense, otherwise you will betray yourself out of sheer panic! ' the Arab tried to calm himself down and took a deep breath.Duo pulled him into the hallway with them and looked at the smaller boy next to them. He had a bad feeling, the American shook his head inwardly and scolded himself a fool. 'He's probably just as nervous as I am,' he reassured himself. "He probably just fell asleep," he mused out loud, Quatre said yes, relieved, so Duo hadn't suspected anything. 'Why should he? I'm acting like always, 'thought Quatre, inwardly shaking his head at his own panic.
*****
Quatre stood on the corner and peered into the long corridor; he couldn't see anything, but he heard faint voices. The blonde boy sighed softly and turned to his partner for this mission. It was the first time he was out with him, and if he was honest he would have happily waived the honor.
Quatre studied the boy with the short, messy brown hair and the dark blue eyes next to him for a moment. It wasn't that he didn't like Heero.But the chance of a mission together with Heero Yui without them encountering any difficulties was very slim. Not necessarily because Heero wanted Quatre not to accuse him of that. It was probably much more because the young man always got the missions where difficulties were likely ...
“Quatre?” The addressee was torn from his thoughts and looked questioningly at the boy who was kneeling on the floor, but where he was no longer. Quatre instinctively looked up and looked straight into Heero's blue eyes, who were scrutinizing him. Quatre thought he saw a glimmer of concern in them, but after a moment's thought he dismissed it. He didn't think Heero really had any feelings, but he knew one thing for sure. He would NEVER let it show, the young Japanese was a specialist in that.
'If they only knew how well I can do it ...' Quatre thought, almost amused. He knew that none of the others could imagine that he could hide his own problems without them noticing.'They probably think I have none at all,' he was bitter about it for a brief moment, but it passed quickly. He didn't want them to worry at all, he did everything for it. Then he couldn't expect them to do it anyway.
"Quatre!" he would be shaken slightly on the shoulder, "Are you dreaming ?! We have a mission!" Heero whispered, it sounded angry, but was Quatre wrong or was there a hint of concern in the voice of the normally ice-cold pilot?
"I'm sorry," the little Arab whispered back, embarrassed. Heero didn't answer, just gave him an indefinable look.
"Let's go!" whispered the other, and handed Quatre his backpack. He nodded, took the backpack and let it disappear under the long dress.
One of the reasons he was here with Heero was that he was supposedly the only one who would pass for a girl, which Quatre hadn't believed, after all, Trowa had told him the truth.They had to take him because he had the best manners. Quatre hadn't been able to counter that. Though he suspected the real reason was that Duo had simply refused to dress up as a girl. He was more assertive than Quatre, who had finally let himself be beaten.
Heero nodded contentedly after he had finished his inspection.
Slowly they walked in the direction from which the voices came, Quatre tried to push the backpack with his feet inconspicuously. Fortunately, the dress was floor length. Quatre was just terrified of tripping over the dress.
Straight walked next to him, he had dressed up as a bodyguard. Quatre pushed the thought of what they'd done to the original owners of these things.
Her mission was simple in itself, even if Quatre didn't like it at all. You were supposed to kill a senior member of the so-called Romefeller Foundation. To do this, however, they first had to come to the ballroom.There was the only place where they could successfully carry out the mission.
The minister has always surrounded himself with at least two dozen soldiers and bodyguards who were supposed to protect him. Since they had to have served personally in the Romefeller Foundation's regiment for a long time before they were used for personal protection, they quickly discarded the idea of simply smuggling Trowa.
It would just take too long.
"Do you have the tickets?" Heero asked softly, Quatre nodded and picked her up briefly. "Good," they had meanwhile reached the entrance to the ballroom.
"Excuse me, may I see your cards?" a butler in a black suit
Part: 1/3
Author: Anakin
Email: Heero.yui@lycos.at
Fanfiction: Gundam Wing
Rating: PG-14
Warning: fear, darkfic
Comment: Quatre has to realize that he has a problem that he cannot solve on his own. Nevertheless, he tries desperately to keep it a secret from his friends.
Pairing: indicated 2 x 4
Disclaimer: I neither earn money with my writing, nor do I own the people who belong to Sunrise and Co (I think ... whoever they belong to, at least not mine)
Dedication:
My dear friend Padmé, who encouraged me to upload it here ^ _ ^
True friends
Chapter 1
"Such a crap!" The young man stared startled at his arm, on which there were already three red welts, but the fourth was bleeding a little. 'I didn't mean that ...' he thought, and bit his lower lip, he needed something with which to wipe the blood off. Although he always wore long-sleeved shirts, he feared that the blood on the light shirt would show through.He quickly got himself a handkerchief and pressed it onto the narrow cut. He'd never cut it deep enough to bleed. It was always just red, thin welts that hurt, but disappeared after a while without leaving any scars.
Quatre wasn't stupid, he knew that cut would leave a visible scar and that scared him. He was pretty sure that none of his friends had noticed what was wrong with him.
They were too busy with themselves. Secretly he was very happy about it, even though he immediately suspected that it would not always stay that way, he even hoped it would. The fact that he'd just cut so deep that it was bleeding scared him, very scared. Because he hadn't even noticed how deep this cut was, and so the fear spread inside him that one day he would not feel anything at all.
'But maybe that would also be an advantage ... Then I would no longer have a guilty conscience all the time ...' he thought and carefully took the handkerchief down.The cut had probably not been particularly deep, it had already stopped bleeding.
Relieved, the blond Arab threw the handkerchief in the wastepaper basket and carefully pulled the shirt over it, now that it burned past the cut quite violently. But it was exactly what he wanted:
Pain!
He didn't know when he'd started scratching his arm a little with a blunt object, it was just too long ago.
Basically, he'd always done it, whenever he'd been desperate, for whatever reason, he'd somehow hurt himself. But he always made sure that afterwards he could disguise it as if he had been hurt. In the past few years it had never occurred to anyone that Quatre's constant bruises and scratches could be caused by anything other than his ignorance.
He carefully placed the scissors on the table. For a while he hadn't hurt himself; on the contrary, he had sworn to never do it again.The little Arab grimaced a little at the thought, something the others never saw. 'Never say never, and things get a lot worse. After all, I didn't do it that way before. Only if there was an opportunity, but now? ' he looked at the scissors he'd been using for his work lately. Actually he had thought it was too blunt to cut himself with, but that was probably a mistake. 'Any tool is strong enough if you cut hard enough,' thought the young man, looking anxiously at the scissors. He never thought, he never thought that he would ever go that far. That was different from scratching the wall of the house or walking barefoot through the kitchen, although it was forbidden because there were broken pieces.
Quatre thought about it for a long time, vowing never to do it again. He had got the whole thing on himself. 'I wanted to help people and became a Gundam pilot ... I knew beforehand that it wasn't done with a little goodwill!' the blond boy sighed, the thing with the victims for which HE was responsible, he hadn't given a thought back then.He would have preferred not to do it now, too often lately he had picked up a sharp object and inflicted pain on himself. Even if not in the form it had happened today.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, surprised the blond boy looked at the door. "In!" he called kindly and shortly afterwards a brown-haired boy with a long, plaited braid stepped in. The boy gave him a friendly smile.
"Hi Quatre! Are you ready?" asked Duo. “Ready for what?” Quatre looked puzzled at his friend. "Well, for the mission, we have to go now. So come on," Duo had stepped up to him and grabbed his left arm and pulled him to his feet. Unfortunately, where Quatre cut.
With the greatest effort the blond, petite boy managed to suppress a cry of pain and also to keep his smile on his face. However, it looked a bit tortured.
Duo didn't notice. The American laughed softly: "Have you forgotten?"Quatre nodded, embarrassed, and immediately shook his head." No, well, yes, I just didn't think it was that late! " 10! It's already dark outside! "
Quatre's heart gave a small, startled jump, for a short moment he feared that the other would now ask him to push up his sleeve and he would see the traces of his actions. They always took a few hours to go away.
"I ... I ... but it's ..." stuttered the blond boy, suddenly something struck him. "But it's still light!" he realized with astonishment. "Yes, because I turned on the light when I came in," Duo replied dryly and threw another scrutinizing look in Quatre's direction, which made his mind race. 'Damn it, Quatre, pull yourself together! He didn't notice anything, that's impossible anyway. Don't make yourself crazy and don't talk nonsense, otherwise you will betray yourself out of sheer panic! ' the Arab tried to calm himself down and took a deep breath.Duo pulled him into the hallway with them and looked at the smaller boy next to them. He had a bad feeling, the American shook his head inwardly and scolded himself a fool. 'He's probably just as nervous as I am,' he reassured himself. "He probably just fell asleep," he mused out loud, Quatre said yes, relieved, so Duo hadn't suspected anything. 'Why should he? I'm acting like always, 'thought Quatre, inwardly shaking his head at his own panic.
*****
Quatre stood on the corner and peered into the long corridor; he couldn't see anything, but he heard faint voices. The blonde boy sighed softly and turned to his partner for this mission. It was the first time he was out with him, and if he was honest he would have happily waived the honor.
Quatre studied the boy with the short, messy brown hair and the dark blue eyes next to him for a moment. It wasn't that he didn't like Heero.But the chance of a mission together with Heero Yui without them encountering any difficulties was very slim. Not necessarily because Heero wanted Quatre not to accuse him of that. It was probably much more because the young man always got the missions where difficulties were likely ...
“Quatre?” The addressee was torn from his thoughts and looked questioningly at the boy who was kneeling on the floor, but where he was no longer. Quatre instinctively looked up and looked straight into Heero's blue eyes, who were scrutinizing him. Quatre thought he saw a glimmer of concern in them, but after a moment's thought he dismissed it. He didn't think Heero really had any feelings, but he knew one thing for sure. He would NEVER let it show, the young Japanese was a specialist in that.
'If they only knew how well I can do it ...' Quatre thought, almost amused. He knew that none of the others could imagine that he could hide his own problems without them noticing.'They probably think I have none at all,' he was bitter about it for a brief moment, but it passed quickly. He didn't want them to worry at all, he did everything for it. Then he couldn't expect them to do it anyway.
"Quatre!" he would be shaken slightly on the shoulder, "Are you dreaming ?! We have a mission!" Heero whispered, it sounded angry, but was Quatre wrong or was there a hint of concern in the voice of the normally ice-cold pilot?
"I'm sorry," the little Arab whispered back, embarrassed. Heero didn't answer, just gave him an indefinable look.
"Let's go!" whispered the other, and handed Quatre his backpack. He nodded, took the backpack and let it disappear under the long dress.
One of the reasons he was here with Heero was that he was supposedly the only one who would pass for a girl, which Quatre hadn't believed, after all, Trowa had told him the truth.They had to take him because he had the best manners. Quatre hadn't been able to counter that. Though he suspected the real reason was that Duo had simply refused to dress up as a girl. He was more assertive than Quatre, who had finally let himself be beaten.
Heero nodded contentedly after he had finished his inspection.
Slowly they walked in the direction from which the voices came, Quatre tried to push the backpack with his feet inconspicuously. Fortunately, the dress was floor length. Quatre was just terrified of tripping over the dress.
Straight walked next to him, he had dressed up as a bodyguard. Quatre pushed the thought of what they'd done to the original owners of these things.
Her mission was simple in itself, even if Quatre didn't like it at all. You were supposed to kill a senior member of the so-called Romefeller Foundation. To do this, however, they first had to come to the ballroom.There was the only place where they could successfully carry out the mission.
The minister has always surrounded himself with at least two dozen soldiers and bodyguards who were supposed to protect him. Since they had to have served personally in the Romefeller Foundation's regiment for a long time before they were used for personal protection, they quickly discarded the idea of simply smuggling Trowa.
It would just take too long.
"Do you have the tickets?" Heero asked softly, Quatre nodded and picked her up briefly. "Good," they had meanwhile reached the entrance to the ballroom.
"Excuse me, may I see your cards?" a butler in a black suit