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"Band of Steel"Written By: Kaeru Shisho Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing
or its characters, nor do I make any monetary profit off this story. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, shounen-ai, yaoi in later chapters,
some language, drugs Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4x3 Summary: With the Sanc battle of the bands contest on the horizon, do the GW boys need the exciting singer from L2 to give them the winning edge? Other credits: Songs are credited in the chapters they are used. Recognition should go to the late Mitch Hedburg for a couple of his wonderful one-liners used. In chapters 7, 11, 12, 15, 17, and 18, dialog from the anime was incorporated directly into the storyline. Acknowledgment goes to someone else for the 'cats are gay', 'knowing color names is gay', and other gay jokes sailing around the Internet. And the New Age affirmations are not mine, but may seen and heard everywhere, even in the GW universe. (Original version 2007 - this is the rewrite version
2009) "Band of Steel " Chapter 13 - Sexy, Sexy "I'd like to go back. You know, sometime? With you." Heero hoped that all made sense and didn't sound too, well, stupid. Duo jerked up his head away from the van window. "L2, ya mean? You wanna go back there? Come on, the place is a shithole, I know that." "Not true. The tunnels were, ah, cool. The club scene is hopping. Your friends, nice, like the girl at the coffee shop. I felt comfortable there." Heero dipped his chin, certain he'd said too much. He didn't want to sound mushy. When he turned his face to the aisle, he felt Duo's warm, strong, fair-skinned fingers envelop his hand. "Thanks," Duo whispered. "If we getta chance, I'd take you to some great spots. Have some good times." "Yeah." Heero let a smile creep over his face. As their fingers formed a braid, peach commingled with golden skin, he imagined their limbs intertwined the same way. How many times had they come so close and yet slept apart? Even when they shared a room Duo was asleep before Heero finished his shower. Sitting close, feeling Duo's hand in his made a heat inside his chest grow. To Heero, this was a most singular friendship. "So-." "So, what?" Heero asked. "So you gonna invite me to your room this time, or trust I won't get interrupted again in mine?" "My room would be, ah, fine." Heero did a mental scan of his bedroom's interior. No dirty clothes strewn about, bed made and sheets clean, because the housekeeper would have been there, but no stuff, in case, no sex stuff, in case, in case, in case... "But I don't have any, ah,--" Duo leaned closer, his lips brushing Heero's hair, his shoulder pressing into Heero's, his presence filling Heero's mind, shutting down whatever other thoughts he'd meant to say. "You ever had sex with another guy?" Heero swallowed, hard and shook his head. "No," he whispered. "You want to-?" "Yes!" The word passed his lips before Heero processed the rest of the question. "To, ah, anything. Probably." As an afterthought, he decided he should say something flattering to Duo. "It's more than just...that, you know. I, ah, like you, too." "And I like you. Listen, if you got anythin' you wanna reach me about, 'Ro, just say it plain." "I've never, ah, done anything, but what you and I've done so far. I want...I don't know...everything, I guess." Heero sounded as pained as he felt, he knew. When Duo squeezed his hand, he met his eyes, and when Duo leaned closer still, he turned toward him in time to let Duo brush his lips over his mouth-- no, not Duo's lips, his wet tongue painted a sensuous scrawl. Heero's lips parted in an automatic gasp. "You Japanese dudes are so uptight," Duo whispered into his mouth. Duo sat back and wiggled into his seat before hauling Heero's hand to his mouth. He gnawed and sucked on the row of knuckles until Heero nearly exploded with excitement. Then Duo knocked his socks off with a question. "You wanna be my boyfriend? Would that make you feel better about taking me to bed, or make it worse? I'm not crazy about sharing you with the little princess, not that I don't like Relena, but I don't know how you feel about us just doing it and mixing that with being friends and all." "You won't share me. I choose you." "'Ro, come on, you don't mean that. Think about it. Being with her will get you places in life. Me, I'm a dead-end deal. I know that. You can take me for a roll, until it's all proper and stuff between you and her. I don't mind, well...that's not true. I do, but I'll deal with it, I guess." Heero rotated around so he could face Duo, who'd been squirming lower into his seat as he talked. Heero couldn't even see his face, just hair. Duo was twiddling with the tip of his braid with his free hand. Heero wouldn't relinquish the other one. No, holding hands with Duo was a more intimate act than he had anticipated, especially when the other boy was acting all sexy. Right now, however, Heero didn't like the path their conversation was taking them. He didn't want Relena mudding up the picture, not when the right words had just come to him at last. "Shut up." "Huh?" "Don't talk that way; putting yourself down or selling yourself cheap. You deserve everything I can give you. Not some. Not a part. Not what's left over after I've gone on a date with someone else." "Ah-" "Everything. And that is what I want in return. I want you. I want to kiss you and take you home and sleep with you, and I don't want to share you with some other guy or girl or anything. I want to give you... me. Do you understand?" Duo was speechless. He nodded quickly and then filled the airspace before Heero could take back anything he'd said. "Christ, 'Ro, that was quite a speech. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining here. I mean, yuh gotta see it from my point of view. No one ever wanted to give themselves to me. They wanted me or a part of me, but... whoa...This sounds like a relationship." It was a daunting proposition, more so than a request for sex, apparently. "Yeah," Heero said, reverting to form. Duo cleared his dry throat then asked, "Are you as scared as me?" Heero chuckled, a nervous laugh. "I'm sweating bullets. I've never been...close to anyone-in any way. I never even had a best friend." Duo kissed him. It was quick, but on the lips, making it more than just a friendly peck. He kissed Heero again, in a way that impressed Heero, soft and warm with a few prickles where Duo needed to shave. "We're boyfriends then, right?" Heero asked when Duo pulled away, just to make sure. "Yeah, Heero." "Good. So, are you going to tell me about you and him?" "Him? Huh? Who? Oh, him. Solo. No. I said all I'm gonna on the subject. What you and I make of all... this, well, I don't tell anyone about that either. Solo is history; the past. You are the here and now." "And future," Heero said. "This changes everything. After the contest, do you want to go to L2? I'd go with you." "Whoa, buddy. You are looking way too far ahead for me and my fried brain." "Oh, I forgot you did hours of piloting while I slept," Heero said. He was a little disappointed by Duo's reply, but at the same time grateful to drop the uncomfortable topic. "I'll let you sleep now, if you want. We have another hour till we get home." "Okay, I'll catch a nap while I can. Keep my energy up for later." Duo's eyes glittered with good humor, making it clear to Heero that he meant what Heero thought he meant. He closed his eyes and let his imagination make more immediate plans for their future. (o) "It's good to be back," Quatre said as Zechs pulled into the garage of the Peacecraft estate in the Sanc kingdom. "I could like touring, but-" "There is work to be done by the 'roadie' securing future accommodations," Zechs finished for him. "I understand, and I'm learning. But, now I'm showering and will not be disturbed for one hour." Quatre started up the stairs to his room, but noticed Heero hesitate at the bottom watching Duo dump his bag by his door and trundle off to the kitchen, probably to find a snack. He had seen how chummy those two had been on the ride home and wondered if Heero was going to sneak Duo upstairs to his room or stay with Duo in him smaller "guest room" tonight. None of his business, of course. He had his own ideas for the evening, which were interrupted by the singular sound of Trowa's voice. "Are you standing here or going up?" Trowa asked, nudging him gently where he stood, one foot on the stairs and the other on the hardwood floor. "I can't decide," Quatre said coyly. "I've become used to a roommate." Trowa's eyebrows shot up. His usual, serene countenance mirrored what he was thinking for once. Quatre saw his chance and took it. He stepped to within kissing distance from him and smiled. "A, ah, roommate, huh?" Trowa said, his voice husky. One hand seized the banister with a deathlike grip and his other twitched, uncertain what to do. Quatre knew what to do. He slid both arms around Trowa's waist, hinting that that free arm could complete an embrace, if Trowa wanted. When the arm wrapped around Quatre's shoulders, Quatre smiled and said, "Yes, but I've only the one bed this time. Is that a problem, you think?" Trowa's answer was pitched so low, Quatre could barely hear it. "Uh, yeah; I mean no, not for me." Wufei charged past them with a "tsk" and muttered, "The book was right. Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence." Quatre cocked his head to the side and smiled at Trowa. It was deliberate and devastatingly charming. Trowa returned his stare with one of utter frankness, friendship warm in his eyes, and suddenly Quatre was short of breath, his heart pounded, and he broke out in a sweat. Duo and Heero squeezed by next, carrying bags, oblivious of the other pair. Duo was talking. "So I said, 'If I flip this coin, what are the chances of me getting head tonight?'" "No," Heero chuckled, "you didn't. Really?" "Yes! A real faux pas. The old guy straightened his tie and said, 'Give me ten minutes and then meet me in the men's room.'" "Shit. Did you?" Heero asked. Quatre didn't catch the rest of the story as the two turned the corner at the head of the stairs. He had his own enchantments to cast. When Trowa lowered his face, Quatre crushed his lips onto his, never wishing to relinquish his hold again. The house phone rang. A cell phone upstairs buzzed. Quatre's own ring tone jingled merrily in his pocket. But when Trowa returned his passionate kiss, dropping his personal barriers, he had no problem ignoring the maelstrom around them. "I'll get that!" Wufei shouted from the beyond. Seconds later, Quatre pulled apart, preparing for another attack on Trowa's failing lines of defense. His cell phone shut up, thankfully. He looked up at Trowa's eyes, catching them off guard beneath that tenacious fall of hair. He put on his best game face, smiling and eyes wide and innocent then asked, "I don't have a coin to flip. What are the odds?" Trowa's eyes shot to the side as if hunting for Duo and Heero, who were long, long gone. Quatre was satisfied that he got the gist of the joke and understood perfectly well what Quatre was hinting at. He waited. Trowa leaned back against the railing and let out a deep breath. "Pretty damned good, if you ask me." "I am asking you," Quatre said, his voice turning soft as velvet. "Twenty steps up, thirty more, third door on the right." Whether Trowa could follow the directions in his head or not, Quatre figured he'd find his way. "I'll be in the shower. It's plenty large enough for two." Trowa graced him with his slim smile and a curt nod. Good enough. Quatre giggled and trotted past him, removing clothing along the way. Trowa scooped up the evidence, remaining on his tail all the way to the bath. (o) "Yuy!" Wufei called outside his door. "Phone's for you. Hurry up. I know you couldn't have fallen asleep that fast. Sounds urgent!" Heero cracked open his door. He was pissed off by the interruptions, especially since he already had one serious problem to contend with, and a naked Duo was reclining on his bed. "I got Relena on my cell. Take that one yourself, Chang." "Well, all right. Be that way! Trowa! Where are you? There's been an accident and Zechs is in the shower... Oh, the hell with all of you. I'll just take care of this by myself." What Heero learned was not good. Dorothy was in a bad situation, Relena had called to say. Both she and Lady Une had been in an accident, and now only Heero could save them. Relena was on her way back to the house and should be there anytime. This put a crimp the size of an elephant in Heero's plans for the night. A big, insurmountable, grey-zone obstacle. A big, bulky impediment to his plans on his ever-shrinking sized bed kind of obstacle. Not that Heero had anything against elephants, but his non-existent but very promising sex life had enough of obstacles for a lifetime. And now Duo was dragging on his jeans... By the time Relena arrived, everyone was seated around the living room in various states of unhappiness. Wufei had explained the call from the hospital. Lady Une was injured, possibly in a coma. She had Zechs' card in her wallet, which was why he had been called as a contact. The hospital on L3 knew who the ex-prince of Sanc was and respected that title. Zechs was in a chair closest to the window where he could watch for falling stars, while chasing down doctors and lawyers on L3 via his cell phone. That Tibetan retreat he'd turned down in order to support the band in their contest was beginning to call out to him: Nirvana is attainable for $1500, local taxes apply, tickets still available. Relena sailed about the room, releasing pent-up tension-- hers-- and collapsed on Heero's lap in a breathless heap. He pushed her onto the couch beside him gently, but purposefully, under Duo's scrutiny. "Tell me everything you know, Relena," he said. He watched her open her bag and rummage obstinately through it, as if looking for evidence of what she'd been through. She appeared upset and nervous, and he doubted that she was thinking straight, but at least she attempted to find control. "Dorothy called me in a panic. She was hiding in a closet to make the call and then suddenly, she was cut off. I had this terrible feeling-" "Where was she calling from?" Heero asked, knowing he would not like the answer. And he was correct. The answer was not good. "Lunar Recording?" "Why was she inside Lunar Recording when it was closed?" Wufei asked. "It sounds like she was doing something illegal. There's nothing we can do to help her, if that is the case." "Isn't that where that engineer, ah, Tsuberov, right? Where Treize claimed that guy worked?" Duo asked. Heero nodded. "Then Lady Une must have gone there and involved her friend in some nonsense," Wufei concluded. "Women!" "Oh, Heero! You must go and see for yourself that everything's okay!" Relena urged him. Zechs slammed down the phone. "He will do no such thing. None of you will endanger your own lives in this folly." He rubbed his face and sat back. "I have arranged Dorothy's bail and she is being released to her family now." "Bail?" "Yes, it appears that her activist group set fire to the recording building and is being blamed for several hundreds of dollars worth of damage, of which she was one of the players, so it will be a tough court battle for her." "What about Lady Une?" Quatre asked. "Have you any word on her?" "Lady Une is another matter. She was shot, although it hasn't been determined by whom, but Tsuberov is a suspect. Currently she is in a drug-induced coma while in surgery." "Oh my God!" Relena said. "Heero--!" "Not your anything-" Duo muttered beneath his breath. "Heero cannot go there," Zechs told his younger sister. "Treize has his 'people' guarding Une-- from other assailants, I presume." "He is guarding her from her friends," Duo said. "If she talked, it could be trouble for him. And as far as Dorothy is concerned, just wait. He'll have his spin masters weaving a web of betrayal. Earth Liberation Front will be the fall guy, you can bet, and Treize will have his prize, whatever that techo shit he wanted was." Trowa shook his head. "I can't wrap my head around that woman, Lady Une. One minute she's here, talking records and nature and peace and crap and the next she's all keyed up over something and pissy about that Khushrenada dude. It's like she's two different people." Zechs stared hard at him. "Yes, it does seem that way at times. I wondered if anyone else caught that about her. Of, course, you spent more time with her than the rest of us at the party. You've been dating, too. She was okay, then, you'd say?" Trowa looked uncomfortable with everyone's eyes on him. Heero knew he liked to be in the background and shied away from too much attention. He guessed that Trowa was wishing he'd kept his mouth shut just now. Well, if he was going to date recording company executives and mess around with the son's of multimillionaires then he'd better get used to the limelight. "It was just few times and I wouldn't call them dates, exactly," Trowa explained. "Anyway, with me I'd say she was lighthearted. She collects circus memorabilia and wanted to know if I was a source. I gave her some stuff, that's all. She wrote up a receipt to make it all correct, like I wasn't bribing her for recording contracts or anything, and I gave the money to Catherine. Point is... she never said nothing about Oz or Khushrenada or anything like that to me." Duo stood and stretched. "Nothin' more to do now. I'm off." Heero nabbed his braid dangling overhead. "Hold up. Where are you going?" Duo yanked the braid out of his hand. "To my room. Night, y'all!" Heero was on his feet immediately. He had everything worked out. He was not going to lose this chance to have Duo to himself. Not for Dorothy, Une, Relena, or all the ladies in the world. Time to kick some elephant ass. "He's right. I've had enough of this, too, tonight." Trowa, Wufei, and Quatre rose together in a symbolic, uniform band decision. "A good night's rest sounds excellent," Zechs said. There was nothing left to do that night but rest up for the busy days to come. Well, almost... "Remember, you have a gig at a hall, not a club, but a music hall just out of Sanc, tomorrow night," Zechs called out as they all dispersed. No one bothered to answer him. Heero stood at Duo's door. "Please?" "'Ro? I'm not putting you off for good, but for fuck's sake, I'm really not in the mood, and I gotta tell ya that it takes a whole hellova lot to put me outta the mood, if you get my drift. I'm not mad; I'm just kinda hollowed out. So-I'll catchya on the flip side." Heero drew back. "I didn't ask for things to turn out the way they did." "I know, Heero. And I did appreciate you dumping the broad off your lap and all. It's not that, well, just that. The Une thing is distracting. Oz has messed with my life-" "All of our lives, don't forget," Heero put in. "Yeah, sure. If she's taken out, our record contract's not looking so good, which is pretty small potatoes in the scope of things, but still... Listen, kiss me good night and I promise one of these nights will be a better one." "Soon?" "I don't lie, 'Ro." As Heero passed Trowa's room, he saw a light from beneath the door and wondered if anything had come of his flirting on the stairway. He knocked, Trowa grunted, and he stepped in. Trowa was alone. "Alone?" Heero asked. "Timing sucks royal," Trowa grumbled. "Yeah. Double that." Trowa met his gaze and they shared a wistful smile. "At least I am not alone thinkin' that." "No, you're not. Night." Heero left to his own room, missing what he hadn't even had yet, but knowing that there were at least three, and probably five, other men in the house feeling just as frustrated helped. (o) The next day, Duo and Quatre practiced their dance number one last time in the morning. Later on, they rehearsed with the band, doing a limited version. "More in store for the performance" as Duo said. The "Sexy, Sexy" song was deemed ready for the show that night. The number would be something new for the locals and certainly, or hopefully, get them some notoriety. After a late, light lunch-- Duo still maintained he couldn't sing on a full stomach-- they all pitched in and loaded the van, using Quatre's updated checklist to ensure all the instruments and equipment were on board. The band arrived at the venue two hours early to setup their equipment and run a sound test. Then they had to kill time waiting. The delay until it was their turn to play was always the worst. There was time to get nervous or lose an edge, so Zechs made it a point to be there, putting in the good word, exuding confidence, and sometimes just listening. "So fearless leader, what New Age affirmation have you prepared to enlighten us with tonight?" Duo asked. "I did, in fact, do some thinking and found you one. I believe you will like it. It goes like this: 'It is in the times of our greatest struggles that our souls grow the most. What may be difficult to accept is that real soul growth needs tragedy.' How's that for you, Mr. Maxwell?" "Ooh, deep, man. I must have a soul the size of... Hey, 'Fei! What's really really big?" "Your mouth." "Ah, come on, I mean a thing." "Elephant," Heero muttered, but offered no explanation for why he chose it. "The universe." Quatre smiled. "Yeah, that's big. Okay, Zechs, I gotta soul the size of the universe for all I've suffered." "That doesn't leave room for the rest of us," Heero said. "Yeah, not too charitable of me, eh? Heh, heh... Okay, I'll reduce my soul to the size of a planet, then. Satisfied? That gives your souls plenty of room to grow." "Thanks, dude," Trowa snorted. "So do you think about death much?" Quatre asked Duo. "All the time. Death is life's way of telling you you've been fired, and right now I love my job." "Idiot," Heero said, but he laughed softly, too. Zechs checked his watch and nodded to the sound man off stage. "Speaking of jobs, it's time." Word of the two bands performing that night must have spread because the concert hall was filled with only a few odd seats open in the back. The first band had played acoustic folk, so Gundam Wing would contrast nicely and rock the crowd to their feet. Two songs into their set, and Gundam Wing had captivated the audience. The abrasive, lyrical songs had kids up and dancing. As they laced the next songs with a solid bit of colony-trash sound thrown in for good measure, the mosh pit grew to the size of, well, an elephant party would fit inside. When the band switched moods with a string of temperamental, wistful songs with a touch of soul, the audience followed them, chanting for more, more, more! For their encore, they had decided to use the new one. It would leave the audience humming and dancing and remembering them. Quatre left his keyboard to join Duo, sharing a stationary microphone. Duo nudged him to do the introduction, which wasn't a problem. Quatre was a good speaker and comfortable in front of a microphone. "Thank you! Thank you! You've been a super audience tonight. So, just for you, we have a new song. It's called 'Sexy, Sexy.' Hope you like!" Heero laid down a riff, pealing the notes and running them up and down the scale for a hard edged, jagged, nerve scraping beginning. Trowa's bass kicked in providing a driving rhythm. If there was any doubt that this would be a dance number, it was blown away by Wufei's heavy downbeat. Duo took the lead with Quatre on the slightly higher harmony: "The
evening's mirage sent from beyond I
miss you, I miss you! Sexy, Sexy..." In the longer pauses between verses, the two singers danced. Sometimes, Duo took Quatre's hands and placed one on each of his own hips. His, he rested lightly on Quatre's shoulders. They were the same height, short, and able to look each other in the eye. As they rocked with the music, Duo's hands slipped around to Quatre's back, pulling him closer, causing Quatre's hands to glide lower and around where he could feel the undulating muscles even better. "Hey?
Won't you come to my room? While they sang they grinned and winked and generally flirted outrageously. The crowd was on its feet dancing and screaming at the audacious show. "The
passion's mirage sent from beyond Sexy, Sexy Dance!" At the bridge, Heero lead them into a soaring instrumental. Quatre twisted around and Duo slid front to back, Duo grinding into Quatre's butt. When Quatre flung back his head looking for all purposes as if he were in the throes of ecstasy, both Heero and Trowa faltered. Luckily, Wufei covered with a thunderous drum solo. "The
stars pale, the flowers get confused Teasing,
teasing I
miss you, I miss you! Sexy Sexy You!" Duo added a line before the repeat, which trembled with sincerity: "Always, I'll love you like this..." Their hands roved over one another's bodies, touching and being touched, and then together they sang the next verse, aching with passion: I
miss you, I miss you! Sexy, Sexy you!" "Far
off in the passion there's a mirage Sexy,
Sexy Sexy, Sexy you!" They ended with more hot dancing, roles reversed. Duo grabbed hold of Quatre, spun him around and lifted him into the air. Quatre reached around, wrapping his legs about Duo as he was slowly lowered. Chests glued together and eyes fixed and the music screaming around them. Their lips nearly touched. Over the music, they could hear gasps from the audience. They held the tension a moment before Quatre unwrapped and bounced to his feet. They turned and waved, backing up to include Heero and Trowa. They waved, blew kisses, and bowed amid the cries, hoots, and hollers of the insanely excited crowd who had never, ever seen two stunningly beautiful boys making love like that on stage. Not in Sanc! "Thank you, thank you all!" Duo shouted into the microphone. "Hey, I know I'm a hard act to follow. I keeping getting told that, but ya know, it's just because when I'm done, I take the microphone with me. G'night !" (o) The performance had been outstanding, brash controversial, and confrontational to the very end. Most importantly, they owned the audience. Everybody loved the show, except Wufei Chang. He hadn't liked the overt homosexuality of the dance, and he made his discontent known after the show. "I put up with a lot from you and your perverted ways, but that was ... you took that too far," Wufei said to Duo. "Oh? That's too bad. Ah was toning it down, honey," Duo said, mocking him. "I could be sashaying around with a tube of K-Y in my back pocket." "K-Y?" Wufei faltered in thought. "Make it too tough for the enemy to get in and you won't be able to get out," Duo said, adding, "Maxwell's law number five, or is that sex? I mean, six!" But Wufei's baffled expression meant he had to speak plainer, so Trowa bent closer and said in a low tone, "K-Y's lube, ya know, for more of that pervert stuff." Wufei flushed dark red, swore in rapid-fire Chinese, and stomped away, far away from his offensive band members. He was so angry, he didn't notice Zechs talking on his cell phone, one hand over an ear, concentrating on the call and keeping the weak signal from fading out, until he bumped into his arm. "My apologies," Wufei muttered. One look at Zechs' blanched face and he forgot all about his previous upset. "Sir?" When Zechs seemed to waver on his feet, Wufei steadied him, pushing his back to a wall for support and looking wildly for a chair or bench or stool. "There's nothing for you to sit on. Wait, here's a box. Sit here. Water. I'll get you water. You must have overheated." Zechs larger, pale hand clamped onto Wufei's shoulder. "No. What I need... bring Quatre here, if you would, please." Wufei knew that something very serious was underfoot. Possibly news from the fighting on his home colony. It wasn't good, whatever it was. He pushed past Heero and Duo, aiming directly for Quatre. Trowa stood in his way. "You gotta chill, dude." "I have nothing to say to you. Get out of my way, Barton. Quatre! Zechs needs you. It's urgent." Wufei now noticed that Quatre didn't look so good either when he turned at his call. He dropped the stuffed toy some fan had tossed at him and trotted after Wufei without a word. Trowa shadowed them. Heero motioned for Duo to go ahead. He'd stay and watch over the instruments. "I'm so sorry to have to break this news to you, Quatre, but there's no easy way to say it. Your family compound was overrun by syndicate forces. Your father led the charge to defend, saving the lives of your sisters, the only ones who chose to remain on L4, but-" "My fa-ather is dead?" Quatre asked, his voice cracking. "Yes. I am so, very, very sorry, Quatre.
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