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I was thinking about doing three more chapters that involve the other pilots. Tell me what you think.
PG-13
Plot: Quatre gives Duo a lesson on why he should respect him.
“Talk”
‘Thoughts’
//Flashbacks//
Respect
by Markanovanlink
He watched as the smoke rose over the crash site. He had tried to stop his friend from shooting down the jet. He narrowed his aqua eyes and placed his hand on the back of his friend’s shoulder. “Why didn’t you listen to me?”
“I did. You said wait and I did. You just didn’t say how long.”
“Duo, it was the utmost importance that you did it on my command.”
“Who are you, my daddy?” Duo said as he dissembled the rocket launcher used on the jet. “Besides, it didn’t matter when the jet came down. It was going down whether we did it now or later.”
Sorrowful eyes turned on the crash site. “It was very important. For one, your orders were to shoot when directed to. This is a war, Duo. We can’t go around shooting down everything when we want to. There are always other factors to weigh before we act on condemning our enemy.”
Duo stood up and glared into Quatre’s face. “Look Quatre. I know we are friends and all, but don’t think you out rank me in anyway. I have no boss and I take orders from no one else but myself.”
“I am not saying I am. But you didn’t respect me enough to heed my warning and or guidance. That plane was suppose to go down in an area of low populace. I know you will regret not listening to me.” Quatre waved his hand in a dismissive way and grabbed his backpack. After placing the bag on his back, he started walking towards the crash site.
Duo fought back the surge of rage he felt. His fist itched with anticipation for the contact of Quatre’s face. ‘Spoiled rich brat.’ He inhaled deeply and put his launcher into his bag. Slinging it over his shoulder, he started to walk towards the crash site.
After two hours of walking in silence, the two soldiers came up on the site. Violet eyes widen with disbelief. “Damn it Quatre. Why did you bring me here?”
“I thought this course of action would show you to trust me when I say hold your fire.” Both watched dying flames dance off a smothering cathedral. The fire gutted church was the only thing left of the town. The jet fuel enhanced fire devastated the town. All that remained of the town homes, businesses and people were ashes. “I want you to know that I calculate all factors from locations to survivalism. In this time of war, I cant have you undermining my decisions because you think I am a ‘spoiled rich brat.’ I have proven myself countless times. I am getting tired of you and the others treating me as if I am this frail and weak person. I am far more stronger than any of you can hope to imagine. Never question my decisions when it comes to missions. Let today be a testimony to that and to the respect that is owed to me.”
As one lone tear slid down his face, Quatre walked away and left Duo to ponder on his words.
~ Tears can be seen as weak, but it takes someone strong to shed them ~
please take me to part 2