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"When Braided Fairies Strike"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairing: 1+3. ?+1 Warning: Yaoi; Language, lemon, POV,death Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's characters.
You can sue me, but all I have worth taking is my cat that looks like
Trowa, but is named Duo. Rating: NC 17 When Braided Fairies Strike Part 4 I leaned against the padded wall and thought about Trowa.
I figured that now he knew what was going on, it would only be a matter
of time before he found me. He knew where about to look. Given his
skills, I'd give him a day and a half. I spent the rest of the night
and morning in the padded room as punishment for leaving my room and
breaking into the office. My punishment was suppose to last until
later tonight. To make sure something like this didn't happen again,
I was to be strapped to my bed every night from now on. . .like a
few leather straps are going to hold me down. This wasn't the first time I was "punished"
by being sent to this room. It was the only time I had true peace.
Not only did I not have to deal with my roommate, but I didn't have
to look at any of the nurses or doctors. How is that punishment? It
also gave me a chance to think about the situation. The more I thought
about it, the more I realized how long Duo and Quatre had been planning
this. I should have realized it a long time ago, but it was nearly
too perfect. It would have been if they didn't keep Trowa from me.
If I didn't possess the strong need to know why he wasn't coming,
then I would have just stayed here without question. . . .then again,
that could have been part of the plan all along. It was clear that this little scuffle wasn't over. They
were still holding a trump card. . .and that was the only thing bothering
me. I wanted to know what it was; what they were planning. I knew
it had something to do with this "last resort" and the "Black
List." If only I could find out what one of them were, then maybe
I could figure out the other. I will eventually. . .and when I do,
payback will be a bitch. I know I can't really do anything to Quatre.
. .Trowa cared too much for him. Doing something to Quatre would indirectly
hurt Trowa, and I refused to do that. I'll just make up for it on
Duo. "How are you holding up?" Angel's voice called
from the other side of the door as she slid a tray containing food
into the room. "Fine." "Thanks. . .for what you did for me last night."
I stood and walked over to the door. I sat next to the slot and surveyed
the tray. A carton of milk, a paper bowl of sliced apples, and a paper
plate with a ham sandwich. "They never caught you?" "No. I got out of there after they removed you."
I got the feeling that she was sitting, leaning against the door as
I was. "Aren't you risking your job staying here now?"
"I don't care. You can use a friend right now.
. .or at least someone that won't back stab you." "You haven't yet, because you like the sex."
"That's not true. I've liked you since you first
came here. You're different." "I'm the only sane patient." "Not just that. . .but in other ways." I picked
up the sandwich; for some reason I wasn't hungry. I passed on breakfast
earlier, and now I didn't want my lunch either. So I just drank the
milk. "That guy you were talking with last night. . .he's the
reason you stay here, isn't he?" "You're pretty quick to be only a nurse."
"Actually I wanted to be a registered therapist,
but I couldn't afford to finish collage, so I'm a nurse." "What collage did you go to?" "UCLO." "If you had the chance to go back, would you?"
"Of course. . .but the chances of that happening
are nil." "Don't be so sure of that." "What do you mean by that?" I had a feeling
that a college tution for another few years were going to be donated.
. .the kind person behind this donation would be Quatre. Just because
I couldn't physically touch him, didn't mean I couldn't fuck over
his bank account. It'll be my way of thanking Angel for everything
she's done for me. "Have you ever heard of the 'Black List'?"
"Yeah, it's the list of people that are restricted
to visiting patients because they are believed to be a threat to one's
mental health. I was going to tell you about that. Trowa's name is
on it." "I know." "He was here this morning." "What?!" "He'll be back later tonight. The usual place and
time." I knew what she meant. She was going to sneak Trowa in
to see me. "Angel, won't you. . ." "I told you, I don't care." She did care.
I could hear it in her voice. She cared a lot about me and I felt
guilty about not sharing her feelings. "He must be a special
person to own your heart." "My heart?" "Don't act like you're not aware that you're in love with him." Did I really feel that strongly about Trowa? "Why else would Duo and Quatre go through so much
trouble to keep the two of you apart?" "Have you been researching me?" "A little." "Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "What do you know about a 'last resort' with troublesome
patients?" She was quite a moment, trying to remember if she
knew anything about it. "I've never heard of that before." Damn. They
were still one step ahead of me. I had to find out what it was; I
just hoped that it had nothing to do with Trowa. I'll kill both of
those bastards if they do anything to him. ~ * ~ Chapter
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