Note: Hi! This fic is for Kai and Jen, if you guys want to claim it, just
'cause I feel like writing a story. ^-^
It's really chilly out today and so this seemed like a good thing to write. I
also found the COOLEST thing!!! I went to this comic store today and I found
this compilation of a bunch of different Gundam articles from all over
(Animerica, Mixx-Zine etc.). And it included this gorgeous pic of Trowa in his
OZ uniform, with his arms wrapped around Heero, nuzzling/kissing the side of
his head (wow…yoai in an American
book- I'M impressed) with Heero, on the other hand, looking away as if
preoccupied, but still clinging to Trowa too. It's SO pretty. AND it had this
gorgeous poem called "Knives" next to the pic that works well with 3X1.I have
it on my computer, now! Anyway, the poem at the beginning of this story IS that
poem, so read it because it actually IS something Gundam Wing. Um, this story
takes place when Trowa and Heero are traveling together after Noin finds them
and is taking them to go fight Zechs (remember that?). I don't own Gundam Wing,
or the poem, or anything else
because I have no money. Oh, and in case you didn't pay attention to me talking
about 3X1- this IS yoai/shonen-ai. If you didn't get that earlier, go whack
your head on something a few times okay? It'll save me the trouble. ^_~ Hahaha- enjoy!
Love always, Tsuki
Huddled Together for Warmth
By Tsuki-Moon
Flower, colored bright
I am strong. I can fight.
But I don't know.
Tower, brick, and stone
Make my way, on my own,
But I don't know…
I don't know why, but I don't know.
If I can fly, can I fly now?
Are my wings
Strong enough to bear
The winds out there?
Hey, I don't know.
Tell me it'll never fade
That I'll go forth Unafraid
'Cause I don't know.
Show me rain or flood
To cool the fire in my blood.
'Cause I don't know.
Knives.
Lucracia
Noin cursed softly to herself as the ship half-landed, half-crashed into the
cold snow. I looked up from my book. "What is it?"
"The
landing gear didn't isn't working right. We can't get to our destination this
way." She shook her head and pulle don her blizzard-coat. "I'll hike to the
nearest base with a soldier. The other one will stay here with you two. You
won't make trouble, right?" She glared at Trowa and I.
"We want to get there just as much as you
do." Trowa stated in his usual, elegant tone. "Heero has a score to settle with
Zechs, and I'm not about to let him go alone." Noin nodded in response.
"All right then…"
"Ms. Noin!" One of the
soldiers rushed up and saluted quickly. "The engine malfunctioned slightly and
the heaters are down." Noin's eyes widened.
"Well, then we'll all have
to hike to the base."
"But if we leave the ship
alone..."
"Why would we all hike?" I asked.
"The cold." Noin stated
quickly. "Without a heater, you three will be freezing."
"There's one small
generator." The second soldier called from the door. "I can be working on the
engine while you take the Gundam pilots to the base."
"Hmph. We should probably
stay here." Trowa scoffed. "I'd hate for some OZ soldiers to get mixed up and
arrest us before we get to our objective."
"Right." I agreed coolly.
"We'll be here when you get back."
"But… the temperature…"
"It's not that bad. It won't
get below fifteen degrees tonight, and with the generator we should be fine."
That was Trowa.
"Hn." That was I.
Noin sighed wearily. "Fine,
but if you two are popsicles when I get back don't you blame me." She turned to
the OZ soldier. "You don't have to watch them. Just work on that engine! Zechs
will be waiting for us."
"Yes ma'am!" The man saluted
and ran off to start working. Trowa returned to staring out the window as I
turned back to my book.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"You're shivering." I looked
up at Trowa, who stood in the doorway of the cell-like room we shared for this
trip.
"Yeah. It's cold." I turned
away from Trowa slightly. Why did he care if I was shivering? We hadn't spoken
more than five words at a time to one another this entire trip, and I didn't
really want to start now. Talking just seemed like a waste of time. My gut paned
as I thought those words. No… talking wasn't a waste of time. That was my
guard. I had let it down for Duo and I couldn't let myself do it again. I
didn't want to get hurt again. I shuttered as the thought echoed in my mind.
Trowa walked over and sat down next to me on my cot.
"It is cold, isn't it? Somehow, fifteen degrees just seems better on
paper than in real life." I chuckled dryly, trying not to notice how close his
leg was to mine.
"It's not like there's
anything we can do about that though," I sneered. "The main generator will be
down until that soldier can fix the engine. And I don't plan to help him. Let
Zechs Marquise wait." The flatness in my voice half-surprised even me. I hadn't
meant it to sound so scornful.
"Can't we do something?" Trowa whispered. I stiffened at his tone.
It wasn't Trowa's usual, flat monotony. There was a slight coo in his pitch and
I felt the cot shift slightly as Trowa leaned in closer. I tensed up and
shuttered ever so slightly as Trowa's hand encompassed mine. I forced myself to
look up at him as his head tilted down and kissed me softly.
I sighed and kissed back.
How could Trowa know what I wanted when I
barely knew? No one ever saw through me… ever!
His arms encircled my waist as he pulled me toward him, kissing me more
forcefully, his tongue running over my lips before slipping into my mouth.
It felt really strange
having Trowa's tongue in my mouth. You never really notice your own tongue when
you're by yourself, but now Trowa's tongue felt alien and strange in my mouth.
Duo had kissed me in the exact same way, but it felt different. Duo's tongue
was playful and rough; teasing me, but letting me know it was safe to pull back
at any time. Trowa's tongue felt a bit slimy, but it was seductive and thick. I
breathed loudly and pushed forward again, throwing my thoughts aside, wanting
more. Forget walls and emotional guards for now. It was cold out, damn it!
Trowa's hand fell on my
thigh and slid upward. I moaned roughly and I think my breathing about tripled.
I opened my eyes and looked at Trowa.
I've always prided myself on
being able to read people's eyes. Duo always told me I was great at that, and I
think so too. As I looked in Trowa's eyes, I immediately wished that I didn't
have that gift. Empty. Trowa's eyes
were nothing but cold and empty.
"Trowa," I stated carefully,
"what's wrong?"
Trowa's eyes flashed in
surprise and he pulled away from me immediately. He turned his face away as if
he knew I was reading it. "Nothing, Heero."
"Trowa." I used the tone I
used far too often for his name- a scolding, harsher tone. I saw another
shimmer in his gaze and he bit his lip.
"God, Heero, don't ask me
that. Please, please, don't ask me that."
"Why?"
"I… I can't… I can't talk
about it." Trowa looked up. "I- I need you, Heero. Can you just…" Trowa scowled
suddenly and stood up, as if remembering the cool mask that we usually wore
around each other. "Never mind. Forget it."
"Trowa!" I snapped quickly.
I saw him flinch and I softened my tone. "Trowa… what is it? Can I just what?"
Trowa's eyes watered. He
looked at me and I read his eyes again. Loss.
Pain. "Can you just hold me?"
I paused and then nodded
slowly. "Of course… after all, it's cold." Trowa smiled thankfully and slid
down next to me on the mattress again. We embraced each other in complete
silence. He buried his face in my neck and I could practically feel the pain
radiating from him. I could only guess what had happened between him and the
other pilot -Quatre Raberba Winner- that had caused this sorrow. He hadn't said
anything to me except that he had stayed at his house briefly, but I read his
eyes. He had been in love with that pilot. I didn't say anything at all,
though. He didn't want to talk about Quatre, and I didn't want to talk about
Duo. It was easier not to talk. It was easier not to remember, too. It was
easier not to recall Duo's laugh or his beautiful violet eyes… or his brief and
too cheerful goodbye. Not that I tried to stop him from leaving. I was too busy
being the emotional-statue to stop him. Hell, that was probably why he left in
the first place.
I noticed that Trowa had
fallen asleep, his arms wrapped around me tightly. It seemed like he was all
but terrified of contact during the day, while he was awake, but now that he
was asleep I doubted I could have pried him from me, he was hugging me so
tight. I shook my head, a small tear trickling down my face, matching Trowa's.
I hugged the tall pilot closer to me and fell asleep, as well. We were two lost
souls, alone in our hearts, huddling together for comfort… and for warmth.