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"Transcendent Series"Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: R Warnings: Set in the Transcendent series, Pairings: 3x4 Summary: This piece also has a little bonus scene,
a part 2 if you will, that should have been it’s own piece, but
it follows right after the piece here that I put it in. "Transcendent Series" Part 3 - Your ghost hates me! Quatre closed the locker door on Duo, cutting him off from getting his math-11 books, which he needed for the exam coming up, and glared. “Duo. WHY won’t you come to my house? We’ve been friend since the third grade! And now you won’t come over anymore. Is there something wrong?” Duo closed his eyes, sighing, “It’s not like that, Quatre. It’s not your fault.” Quatre looked sideways at his friend, “You don’t....like...LIKE me...do you....?” Quatre asked, “Cause Heero would kill me...” Duo broke out into giggles, “NO, Quatre, GOD! Believe me, I love ya, but you aren’t man enough to be my man.” “Then why won’t you ever come over to my house anymore?” Quatre asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “...You are NOT going to believe me...” Duo said, breathing deeply. “I don’t even believe me...” Quatre frowned, looking at his friend in concern. Was there something really odd going on? “Remember back when we were young and stupid...and you were convinced there was a ghost in your house? I know, silly, You haven’t talked about that since grade 4, I mean, you told everyone it was just your imaginary friend.” “...Right....” Quatre said, feeling nervous all over. He remembered that. Remembered clearly what happened in grade 4 too, when no one but Duo believed him. Not even his family. Then he said it was just an imaginary friend, and no one sent him to doctors and social workers about his ‘problems’ anymore. It didn’t mean he stopped seeing him, or talking to him. He didn’t tell Duo about it either. “Well... I don’t think the ghost went away, alright. I mean, I’m not sure or anything, but...When I’m at your house? Especially after that one time, back in grade nine, where we kinda made out and all that before we realized it just wouldn’t work. Well, it seems that...whenever I’m over there...weird stuff happens to me. I just feel like I’m being watched, stuff moves to trip me, I loose EVERYTHING while I’m there, and I once chained my wallet TO my pants, and it was gone after visiting for five minutes. Look, you have a ghost still, and he don’t like me or something.” Quatre was livid, “Really now. Well, that’s ridiculous. You’re coming home with me, right now.” And he forced Duo into the passenger seat of his car (a 16th birthday gift) and drove them all the way home. He didn’t even give Duo time to get his boots off before he was stomping up to his room with Duo’s sleeve captive. “Quatre...What’s WRONG with you!” “Remember how I stopped talking about it? Oh, he didn’t go away, not at all, I just wanted people to stop calling me crazy.” And Quatre parked Duo in the middle of his room, and stared at the ceiling. “TROWA! GET IN HERE! NOW!” and waited, and waited. He huffed, putting his hands on his hips, “I know you come when I call you! TROWA!” He bellowed, happy no one else was home to hear him talking so clearly to the ghost. Quatre’s eyes began to track Trowa’s movements/ The ghost was appearing slowly before them, always a little disoriented at first, but he came back quickly and smiled, “Hey Quat--What’s HE doing here?” Trowa asked, crossing his arms and glaring. Duo felt a sharp chill run down his spine, and started to freak out a little, “Quatre...Quatre I think he’s watching me...” “Oh yes, he’s right there, being IMMATURE! You’re JEALOUS of Duo, aren’t you!” Spectral-Trowa glared, but didn’t deny it. Quatre’s look softened, “Trowa.... C’mon...Duo’s my best friend. You gotta stop harassing him like you’ve been. He didn’t want to come over anymore. It made me sad. Do you want me sad?” Quatre asked, using his most persuasive look. To Duo, it was as if Quatre was making eyes at the Armoire. Trowa sighed, “I don’t like him” He said, crossing his arms and looking surly. “I know you don’t, but *I* do. Can we please stop this?” Quatre asked. Trowa vanished, surprising the blonde, “he disappeared....that’s new” Quatre said, blinking at Duo. “You can SEE him?! He has a NAME?!’ Duo blurted, looking at Quatre with bugged-out eyes. “Of course...... you can’t? How’d you know it was him bothering you, then?” Quatre asked, unsure of himself now that he realized he had jumped to conclusions. Duo patted Quatre’s shoulder softly, just to be brushed off with a cold wind. Then a practical waterfall of old wallets, lost keys, hair bands, gum, change, and everything else Trowa had ever nabbed from Duo’s pockets just dumped all over his feet. They hadn’t seen it be brought in, but there was a small trail of dropped items attesting to Trowa coming from somewhere in the basement with it all. “Thank you, Trowa.” Quatre said in his sweetest voice. Trowa smiled warmly, beads of happiness rolling off him, and he leant over to gently kiss Quatre’s cheek. Duo saw the blonde blush to the roots, and a little mark of white, like something pressed against his skin, appeared on his cheek. Trowa waved, and then disappeared leaving them alone in the house. “...Your ghost....” “Has a thing for me, yeah, I know... He’s quite nice, once you get to know him....” Quatre defended. Blushing even deeper in embarrassment because, well, he liked that Trowa liked him that way. “At least you got your stuff back?” Quatre said, smiling a little apologetically. “This just got even more fucked up then before,” Duo said, sighing.
“How can you NOT join the paranormal club with me?” “Because, they’re all like ‘ooooh, lets hunt little flickers of light-balls that might be ghosts!’and I’m like, ‘My ghost thinks your ghosts are pansies.’ You see, it’s not a good scene!” Duo sniggered, then began to full out laugh, “You don’t wanna go cause all those dorks are debating IF ghosts exist, and you’re having a fling with one?” “It’s not a FLING!” Quatre said, blushing hard, “I KNOW he’s not ...physical. He’s just... always been very nice to me, and he’s very shy usually, but he talks to me. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he lived just down the street or something...He told be before that he liked listening to AC/DC better then Eminmen. Duo...How would he know eminem?” Duo was flabbergasted, “he said that? Maybe he heard it on your radio? Where’s he go when he’s not floating around haunting you? Maybe he hangs out in the record store or something!” “I’ve never seen him outside the house. He’s never come to school with me either, even though I’ve asked him a few times.” “The paranormal society would LOVE to come to your house-“ “And do research, I know. Pick my house apart, ask me a thousand questions, get him mad- because he doesn’t like strangers in the house- and then what? Leave with a wealth of data and have me labeled a weirdo for the rest of my life?” Quatre cut in with a grunt, “yeah, NO.” “I guess you have a point... what if we just... invited them over to have tea? Not tell them anything...see if they notice something? Maybe they can help you?” “I don’t know....” Quatre said, nibbling on his lip, “I can live alright this way... I mean, I wish I understood better what’s going on” “Then come to the meetings! The truth is OUT THERE, Quatre! It’s totally out there.” Duo persuaded, tugging on Quatre’s sleeve. Looking at his friend, Quatre frowned, “...fine. FINE, I’ll go, for ONE MEETING. But one word of him, or me, or my house, and I swear Duo, I’ll never talk to you again!” “You won’t regret it!” Duo said, cheering. But a chill was running up his spine. It was a bad omen, “I already do...” Quatre whispered to himself, and himself alone.
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