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Part 6
Raging Rain 6
By Markanovanlink
Rated R (Yaoi, POV, Bad Words, Violence and Suspense)
Pairings 3x4
Checkout the first five chaps Here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2907045/1/
Hey again, its me! Sorry for the delay but here goes the next chapter, I don’t really like this chapter and you can tell me if you disliked it too.
This chapter is dedicated to BigSister2, Debs-dragon, Sekari Sumeragi, Terra, LastxExile, Weissangel24, Kami-Crimson, MousyCoon, RogueRobin, Zodiac, France Gamble, The Wraith of Saganami, NatsumiKitsune and my new buddy…ChilledFlame. Thanks for the support and encouragement.
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There aren’t many things that irritate me, but this constant beeping tops my list. Whatever dream I was having is a faint memory as I sit up and rip those damn heart monitoring cords off my chest. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea, because now its just a long loud beep.
An irritated groan escaped my throat as a nurse barged into my room. I watched her hurry over to the heart monitor and pick up those cords. She addressed me with a polite smile. “Mr. Winner, you must leave these on…what are you doing!”
It must have shocked her when I started to rip the IV needle out of my arm. With every intention of getting out of this bed, I removed the breathing tube from my face. “I am taking my leave. I no longer…” Okay, lets just say my voice fell silent when I realized I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I narrowed my eyes at the nurse and tried to keep the panic out of my voice. “Get the doctor now.”
“But Mr. Winner…”
“Now!” I watched her almost run out of the room as I tried to calm down. Humiliation ran hot through my veins as I lifted the thin hospital sheet. I wanted to look but was relieved that my hospital grown was covering the source for my mortification.
My eyes shot towards the door as the doctor walked in. I didn’t give him a chance to address me. “Remove it now.” My voice sounded dangerous.
“Mr. Winner…”
“I don’t need to hear why I needed it or need it. The fact is; I don’t need it now. I am very capable. So go get the things you need to remove it…and remove it!”
“Yes, Mr. Winner. I will send the nurse in to do so.” I watched the doctor leave and for the first time I noticed that I wasn’t in the room alone.
“Do you have to sound so mean?”
“Do you have to be here right now?” It was hard to take the anger out of my voice as I responded to his question. He slowly walked towards the bed and stood over me with a smirk.
“It’s my job. What’s your excuse?”
I groaned as I glared at him. “Get out.”
“Cant. Someone has to be present for any and all medical treatments and procedures.”
I opened my mouth, but only a shocked sigh came out. This is beyond embarrassing. “Look…I am sure you don’t have to be present for this.”
“I do. It’s my job.”
“Stop saying that and get out!”
“Quatre, you need to compose yourself and stop acting like a baby.” Disbelief etched across my face as I stared at him. I was not acting like a baby. He is out of his mind if he thinks this is nothing. “Quatre, it’s just a catheter…”
“Well, stick it in your penis if you like it so much.” I’m not sure where all this anger in me is coming from, but it was pouring out of me in waves.
He narrowed his eyes at me and frowned. “When did you become so vulgar?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me since you seem to know everything.” I looked at him and then down at my hands. Their so different now. They’re way bigger than I remember them. I turned my hands so I could look at my palms. My right palm had a distorted red circular scar on it.
The quietness of the room caused me to close my hands and looked up into his eyes. “I am sorry. It’s just I don’t…”
“You don’t have to apologize. You have been through a lot.” I had nothing to say. I just laid back down in the bed with a sigh. I could feel his worry and concern but his feelings weren’t overwhelming me. “Have you remembered anything yet?”
“No.” He didn’t say anything as he walked away from the bed. He grabbed a chair from across the room and drug it towards me. After he sat down next to the bed, I closed my eyes and asked him a question. “Are we close friends?”
“I think so. I mean I talk to you more than I talk to the others about my personal issues. But, that is only because you pester the problems out of me.” I allow myself to smile at his answer. I wonder what my life is like now. Do I have any kids? Am I married? I wanted to ask him but I was afraid to know. I wanted to know why I was so afraid to know. I wish I could just remember.
“I wish I could remember.” I didn’t even know the words came out of me until I felt his hand on my shoulder. He said something but I couldn’t hear him. I felt a tingling sensation run over my whole body. I opened my eyes in panic.
Instead of being in a hospital room, I was standing in the middle of an office. What the Hell? I wiped my eyes with my hands in order to clear my head. Didn’t seem to work. I am still standing alone in an office. I scan the office and absorb the furniture arrangements. Two huge bookcases filled with binders and a huge desk with two chairs.
I walked towards the desk and placed my hand on its oak top. It was cold and it felt real. Mental note: You are going crazy. I laugh out loud at my own comment as I explore the surface of the desk.
I looked at the name plate and business card holder and cringed. My full name faced me with a desire to be recognized and respected. I picked up a business card and wondered why my hand shook under the action. “CEO of Winner Enterprises Incorporated.” I let the card fall out of my hand and onto the floor. I look at the palm of my right hand and notice that I didn’t have a scar on it. I clenched my hand closed and stared at the desk in front of me.
This damn desk…what is it about this desk? I slowly walked around the desk and sat behind it. It felt right and wrong. The chair was beyond comfortable but I still felt uneasy about it. I looked at the blank computer screen and closed folders that messily decorated the top of it. It seemed like it was missing items so I looked over the side of the desk and saw picture frames, pens, knickknacks, a video phone and other various items on the floor.
I turned back to the desk and demanded silently for it to tell me about itself. When I received no answer, I let my right hand travel from the middle of the desk to the right end of it. That’s when it hit me. This was my father’s old desk. I must have acquired it as my own.
I cant even name the emotions that ran through me as I looked at the desk. They felt disorganized and unrelated. I felt so powerful but insignificant, proud but ashamed, happy but sad, realization and yet un-confirmation. I wanted to leave this place and never return and at the same time I wanted to stay. “Father, have I made you proud?” I knew the answer was fruitless but I asked it again anyway. “Did I do what I was born to do?” The question spilled out of me in a breathless whisper.
A voice rang in the empty office as the door opened. “Mr. Winner, Mr. Chang is here to see you.”
I look at the woman at the door, but for some reason I cant make out her appearance or name. I felt like I was on autopilot as I answered her, “Thank you Stella, please send him in.” I wondered how I knew her name and still not know her name. When the door closed her features were lost to me. It was like she was never really there…and…damn…what was her name again?
I let the matter drop as Mr. Chang…no wait…Wufei walked into the office and stood in front of the desk. “I’m sure you have heard by now.”
Heard what? I’m not sure what he is talking about but I respond again. It felt like I had no control over what was coming out of my mouth. I felt like a spectator again. “Please, sit.” I watched as Wufei sat down in the other chair and sigh heavily.
“I am sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“How are you doing?”
“How do you think I am doing?” Okay I am too confused right now. What the hell are we talking about. This whole conversation feels like a prerecording.
“Quatre I don’t know. Look I…look…I am here as a friend and not as a…”
“Not as a what! Not as the Preventer slash friend that should have informed me before the media did.”
“I was following protocol.”
“What’s the protocol for friends you consider brothers?” I felt myself standup before that last phrase was uttered.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, Wufei. I am sorry. I should have never exploded like that. Not to you…not to anyone. It is my fault she is gone. Iria had no business being at that shuttle station but I guess she wanted to pick me up. I was suppose to be on that shuttle that blew up at that station but Trowa made me miss its launch.”
My heart sank as I listened to myself talk. Sorrow over whelmed me as everything seem to go black. I could feel someone squeezing my shoulder. “Quatre, Quatre!”
I opened my eyes and looked tearfully into deep brown ones. “She’s gone, Iria. Is she really gone?”
I watched him close his eyes and whisper, “Yes, for four years now.” It was then I realized I was lying in the hospital bed. I wanted to grieve and cry but I forced myself to sit up and take a deep breath. I watched as he sat back in his chair and waited for me to say something.
I wanted to but I was more focused on the flashback I just had. My sister was gone. How many others had died? I decided I wasn’t ready to ask that question and pressed my emotions back so they wouldn’t spill out. I wasn’t going to re-mourn the past.
It felt like an eternity of silence between us. I could tell he was uncomfortable and so was I. The silence was uncanny until I decided to break it. “Where the hell is that damn nurse? I really got to pee.”
He let an amused huff escape him before he responded to me. “I will go see what’s taking her so long.” He stood up and walked towards the door. “Since you don’t want me present for the procedure, I will have Duo sit through it with you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” He smirked and closed the door before I could say anything else.
A/N Okay I decided not to have a cliffy…BUT the next chapter will be really intense.
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In these hard times, I depend on GW fanfiction to cheer me UP!
By Markanovanlink
Rated R (Yaoi, POV, Bad Words, Violence and Suspense)
Pairings 3x4
Checkout the first five chaps Here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2907045/1/
Hey again, its me! Sorry for the delay but here goes the next chapter, I don’t really like this chapter and you can tell me if you disliked it too.
This chapter is dedicated to BigSister2, Debs-dragon, Sekari Sumeragi, Terra, LastxExile, Weissangel24, Kami-Crimson, MousyCoon, RogueRobin, Zodiac, France Gamble, The Wraith of Saganami, NatsumiKitsune and my new buddy…ChilledFlame. Thanks for the support and encouragement.
Read, Relax and Review.
There aren’t many things that irritate me, but this constant beeping tops my list. Whatever dream I was having is a faint memory as I sit up and rip those damn heart monitoring cords off my chest. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea, because now its just a long loud beep.
An irritated groan escaped my throat as a nurse barged into my room. I watched her hurry over to the heart monitor and pick up those cords. She addressed me with a polite smile. “Mr. Winner, you must leave these on…what are you doing!”
It must have shocked her when I started to rip the IV needle out of my arm. With every intention of getting out of this bed, I removed the breathing tube from my face. “I am taking my leave. I no longer…” Okay, lets just say my voice fell silent when I realized I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I narrowed my eyes at the nurse and tried to keep the panic out of my voice. “Get the doctor now.”
“But Mr. Winner…”
“Now!” I watched her almost run out of the room as I tried to calm down. Humiliation ran hot through my veins as I lifted the thin hospital sheet. I wanted to look but was relieved that my hospital grown was covering the source for my mortification.
My eyes shot towards the door as the doctor walked in. I didn’t give him a chance to address me. “Remove it now.” My voice sounded dangerous.
“Mr. Winner…”
“I don’t need to hear why I needed it or need it. The fact is; I don’t need it now. I am very capable. So go get the things you need to remove it…and remove it!”
“Yes, Mr. Winner. I will send the nurse in to do so.” I watched the doctor leave and for the first time I noticed that I wasn’t in the room alone.
“Do you have to sound so mean?”
“Do you have to be here right now?” It was hard to take the anger out of my voice as I responded to his question. He slowly walked towards the bed and stood over me with a smirk.
“It’s my job. What’s your excuse?”
I groaned as I glared at him. “Get out.”
“Cant. Someone has to be present for any and all medical treatments and procedures.”
I opened my mouth, but only a shocked sigh came out. This is beyond embarrassing. “Look…I am sure you don’t have to be present for this.”
“I do. It’s my job.”
“Stop saying that and get out!”
“Quatre, you need to compose yourself and stop acting like a baby.” Disbelief etched across my face as I stared at him. I was not acting like a baby. He is out of his mind if he thinks this is nothing. “Quatre, it’s just a catheter…”
“Well, stick it in your penis if you like it so much.” I’m not sure where all this anger in me is coming from, but it was pouring out of me in waves.
He narrowed his eyes at me and frowned. “When did you become so vulgar?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me since you seem to know everything.” I looked at him and then down at my hands. Their so different now. They’re way bigger than I remember them. I turned my hands so I could look at my palms. My right palm had a distorted red circular scar on it.
The quietness of the room caused me to close my hands and looked up into his eyes. “I am sorry. It’s just I don’t…”
“You don’t have to apologize. You have been through a lot.” I had nothing to say. I just laid back down in the bed with a sigh. I could feel his worry and concern but his feelings weren’t overwhelming me. “Have you remembered anything yet?”
“No.” He didn’t say anything as he walked away from the bed. He grabbed a chair from across the room and drug it towards me. After he sat down next to the bed, I closed my eyes and asked him a question. “Are we close friends?”
“I think so. I mean I talk to you more than I talk to the others about my personal issues. But, that is only because you pester the problems out of me.” I allow myself to smile at his answer. I wonder what my life is like now. Do I have any kids? Am I married? I wanted to ask him but I was afraid to know. I wanted to know why I was so afraid to know. I wish I could just remember.
“I wish I could remember.” I didn’t even know the words came out of me until I felt his hand on my shoulder. He said something but I couldn’t hear him. I felt a tingling sensation run over my whole body. I opened my eyes in panic.
Instead of being in a hospital room, I was standing in the middle of an office. What the Hell? I wiped my eyes with my hands in order to clear my head. Didn’t seem to work. I am still standing alone in an office. I scan the office and absorb the furniture arrangements. Two huge bookcases filled with binders and a huge desk with two chairs.
I walked towards the desk and placed my hand on its oak top. It was cold and it felt real. Mental note: You are going crazy. I laugh out loud at my own comment as I explore the surface of the desk.
I looked at the name plate and business card holder and cringed. My full name faced me with a desire to be recognized and respected. I picked up a business card and wondered why my hand shook under the action. “CEO of Winner Enterprises Incorporated.” I let the card fall out of my hand and onto the floor. I look at the palm of my right hand and notice that I didn’t have a scar on it. I clenched my hand closed and stared at the desk in front of me.
This damn desk…what is it about this desk? I slowly walked around the desk and sat behind it. It felt right and wrong. The chair was beyond comfortable but I still felt uneasy about it. I looked at the blank computer screen and closed folders that messily decorated the top of it. It seemed like it was missing items so I looked over the side of the desk and saw picture frames, pens, knickknacks, a video phone and other various items on the floor.
I turned back to the desk and demanded silently for it to tell me about itself. When I received no answer, I let my right hand travel from the middle of the desk to the right end of it. That’s when it hit me. This was my father’s old desk. I must have acquired it as my own.
I cant even name the emotions that ran through me as I looked at the desk. They felt disorganized and unrelated. I felt so powerful but insignificant, proud but ashamed, happy but sad, realization and yet un-confirmation. I wanted to leave this place and never return and at the same time I wanted to stay. “Father, have I made you proud?” I knew the answer was fruitless but I asked it again anyway. “Did I do what I was born to do?” The question spilled out of me in a breathless whisper.
A voice rang in the empty office as the door opened. “Mr. Winner, Mr. Chang is here to see you.”
I look at the woman at the door, but for some reason I cant make out her appearance or name. I felt like I was on autopilot as I answered her, “Thank you Stella, please send him in.” I wondered how I knew her name and still not know her name. When the door closed her features were lost to me. It was like she was never really there…and…damn…what was her name again?
I let the matter drop as Mr. Chang…no wait…Wufei walked into the office and stood in front of the desk. “I’m sure you have heard by now.”
Heard what? I’m not sure what he is talking about but I respond again. It felt like I had no control over what was coming out of my mouth. I felt like a spectator again. “Please, sit.” I watched as Wufei sat down in the other chair and sigh heavily.
“I am sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“How are you doing?”
“How do you think I am doing?” Okay I am too confused right now. What the hell are we talking about. This whole conversation feels like a prerecording.
“Quatre I don’t know. Look I…look…I am here as a friend and not as a…”
“Not as a what! Not as the Preventer slash friend that should have informed me before the media did.”
“I was following protocol.”
“What’s the protocol for friends you consider brothers?” I felt myself standup before that last phrase was uttered.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, Wufei. I am sorry. I should have never exploded like that. Not to you…not to anyone. It is my fault she is gone. Iria had no business being at that shuttle station but I guess she wanted to pick me up. I was suppose to be on that shuttle that blew up at that station but Trowa made me miss its launch.”
My heart sank as I listened to myself talk. Sorrow over whelmed me as everything seem to go black. I could feel someone squeezing my shoulder. “Quatre, Quatre!”
I opened my eyes and looked tearfully into deep brown ones. “She’s gone, Iria. Is she really gone?”
I watched him close his eyes and whisper, “Yes, for four years now.” It was then I realized I was lying in the hospital bed. I wanted to grieve and cry but I forced myself to sit up and take a deep breath. I watched as he sat back in his chair and waited for me to say something.
I wanted to but I was more focused on the flashback I just had. My sister was gone. How many others had died? I decided I wasn’t ready to ask that question and pressed my emotions back so they wouldn’t spill out. I wasn’t going to re-mourn the past.
It felt like an eternity of silence between us. I could tell he was uncomfortable and so was I. The silence was uncanny until I decided to break it. “Where the hell is that damn nurse? I really got to pee.”
He let an amused huff escape him before he responded to me. “I will go see what’s taking her so long.” He stood up and walked towards the door. “Since you don’t want me present for the procedure, I will have Duo sit through it with you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” He smirked and closed the door before I could say anything else.
A/N Okay I decided not to have a cliffy…BUT the next chapter will be really intense.
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In these hard times, I depend on GW fanfiction to cheer me UP!