Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Forced Sunset
It sounded stupid, like a stupid myth but by Crys’ reaction it was real or at least the Order believes it was real.
Quatre, Crys and Heero were reincarnations of three gods who somehow or another fell from grace, which the Order blames Crys of doing.
If they were indeed these gods, wouldn’t the Order want to kill Quatre and Heero instead of Crys? Killing Quatre and Heero would bring them back to the heavens right? Why send the one who supposedly pushed them out back to heaven?
These questions were left with the rest of the family to help decide. The main goal at the moment was to keep Crys alive. Maybe even find these Order people and…deal with them sort to speak.
Everyone gone, Quatre went straight to his and Crys’ room. It was the only place he knew she would be in. To the both of them, their room was their sanctuary from the outside world. He turned the knob and found it locked. Sighing Quatre pressed his forehead to the cold coral colored door.
“Crys…” He spoke gently, because he knew she wouldn’t respond to anything else. Inside the room her emotions were running wild. Through the door he felt sadness, disgrace, confusion…all bad emotions he never wanted her to feel.
No answer came, he tried again.
“Crys please…open the door.” He tried another approach. “My clothes are in there, I’m going to have to change at some point…”
More silence made Quatre frown. He closed his eyes, allowing his empathic abilities to stretch as far as they could go.
His eyes snapped open as he felt a very disturbing emotion creeping upon his wife. This specific emotion led to one thing and one thing alone…
Suicide.
Think quickly he slammed into the door with his shoulder as hard as he could. The door wouldn’t budge.
Cursing himself for not keeping in shape he moved to the far wall and rushed the offending door.
The door’s lock couldn’t take the strain of a mad ex-gundam pilot. It swung, slamming onto the wall as Quatre rushed in.
He barely caught the glimpse of Crys holding his gun in her hands before he rushed her.
She screamed when he grabbed the gun and threw it towards the door.
“Are you insane!?” Quatre had never in his life yelled at his wife. Anger fueled him to yell at her stupidity. She wanted to end her life just because of some stupid dream!?
She had only been in the room for about thirty minutes and already she looked a wreck. Hair disheveled, she had discarded her clothes and settled for a white fluffy robe. Crys remained silent as he yelled at her.
“Tell me…” He said as she sat down on the bed, her head downcast. “Why you would want to do this?”
She shook her head. Her voice was only a whisper.
“I just couldn’t take it! Knowing that in another life I made you give up your god hood…I…I just…” A sob raked her form.
Quatre sat beside her, placed an arm around her shoulders. Crys tried to shrug him off but he wouldn’t allow it. He pulled her to him despite her struggles. Only when she finally gave in did the flood gates open.
Holding his wife gently he soothed her tears until they became nothing but small hiccups. He took her lovely face in his hands to look into those deep blues of hers.
“Do you love me?” He asked her.
More tears threatened to fall from Crys’ eyes.
“With all my heart.”
The Winner male smiled at his wife, kissed her forehead gently.
“Then you shouldn’t even think about killing yourself over this…” He held her tightly. “If I lost you, I wouldn’t be the same. You’re my angel of dawn…” He smiled. “If I did fall from grace…It would’ve been because I chose to.”
She couldn’t tear away from those eyes of his, light blue as they were. It was so easy to be lost within them.
Her shoulder’s slumpt. Crys felt so lighter now that her weight was gone. Falling into his embrace she buried her head in his chest. “Still…it’s weird. Why…am I have these weird…memories now of all times?”
“Maybe they’re trying to tell you something…” Quatre held her to him. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together.” There was still something bothering her. “You can tell me anything, angel. I’m always here for you.”
Crys looked up at him.
“Why though…Why would they tell you or Heero to kill me?”
A kiss atop her head. “I don’t know, angel…I don’t know.”
