When Angels Deserve to Die!
Ok, I don't own Gundam or the song "chop suey" from witch this story is derived from. It just kinda came to me while listening to it. So enjoy!!
He shouldn't have gone, I told him not to. I even went so far as to beg him to stay. I can still hear his last words to me. "Don't worry Trowa. I'll be alright." Yeah right…
I find myself in the bar gloomy cemetery, on the hill where we bared an angel. I can't seem to take my eyes off his tombstone, and all my memories would show me was he.
"Trowa!" Quatre's soft face smiled at me as he jogged up to me. I felt his arms wrap around me waist. I was in the circus, helping Catherine set up. "Hey Quatre." I returned the embrace. I could smell the shampoo still fresh in his hair. If I had known this was one of the last times I would hold him, I would have held him longer. "I need to talk to you, Quatre." I said. I led him to my trailer. "Trowa, what's wrong?" he was sitting on my bed, I was staring out the window. "Quatre, I…." I sighed, and sat down on my bed next to him. "Quatre," I pushed my reservations aside. I closed my eyes and kissed him. I felt his lips fumble under mine, but then he relaxed under me.
My hands ran through his soft, silk-like hair at the back of his neck. My lips explored his, every brush of his lips on mine sent happiness and pleasure through out me. I pressed him back. "Towa…." I backed off a bit. "You don't…" a slight wince crossed his lovely face. "No, no…It's…" Quatre took out a small mask, my mask. "This was digging into my back." I chuckled. Quatre's soft hands moved expertly over my arms as he kissed me again.
We spent the rest of that day and night just exploring each other. We lay in each other's arms. Had I only known that this was my last time I would hold my angel, I would've done more to keep him there. "Trowa, there was a reason I came here today." His soft hair brushing along my chest. I barley heard him. "Trowa, I…have to go." That I heard. "What? What do you mean?" I looked at my flushed angel's face. "I…I have a mission." I held him tightly. "No, you can't go. You can't." I pleaded. He smiled at me. "Don't worry Trowa, I'll be fine."
As suddenly as my angel, the love of my life, had entered, he was ripped away. A lucky shot from a Leo hit the self-distrust on sandrock and it exploded. At least it was quick, they said. That didn't help me much. I cried for the first time since the war and now I'm here. Standing in front of my love's grave. 'I can't go on, Quatre. There's no way I can go on without you.' I looked at the gun in my hand. 'It'll only hurt for a second, than we'll be together.' I raise the gun to my left temple. "Goodbye…"I whispered. I squeezed the trigger and it all went black/.
Ok, I don't own Gundam or the song "chop suey" from witch this story is derived from. It just kinda came to me while listening to it. So enjoy!!
He shouldn't have gone, I told him not to. I even went so far as to beg him to stay. I can still hear his last words to me. "Don't worry Trowa. I'll be alright." Yeah right…
I find myself in the bar gloomy cemetery, on the hill where we bared an angel. I can't seem to take my eyes off his tombstone, and all my memories would show me was he.
"Trowa!" Quatre's soft face smiled at me as he jogged up to me. I felt his arms wrap around me waist. I was in the circus, helping Catherine set up. "Hey Quatre." I returned the embrace. I could smell the shampoo still fresh in his hair. If I had known this was one of the last times I would hold him, I would have held him longer. "I need to talk to you, Quatre." I said. I led him to my trailer. "Trowa, what's wrong?" he was sitting on my bed, I was staring out the window. "Quatre, I…." I sighed, and sat down on my bed next to him. "Quatre," I pushed my reservations aside. I closed my eyes and kissed him. I felt his lips fumble under mine, but then he relaxed under me.
My hands ran through his soft, silk-like hair at the back of his neck. My lips explored his, every brush of his lips on mine sent happiness and pleasure through out me. I pressed him back. "Towa…." I backed off a bit. "You don't…" a slight wince crossed his lovely face. "No, no…It's…" Quatre took out a small mask, my mask. "This was digging into my back." I chuckled. Quatre's soft hands moved expertly over my arms as he kissed me again.
We spent the rest of that day and night just exploring each other. We lay in each other's arms. Had I only known that this was my last time I would hold my angel, I would've done more to keep him there. "Trowa, there was a reason I came here today." His soft hair brushing along my chest. I barley heard him. "Trowa, I…have to go." That I heard. "What? What do you mean?" I looked at my flushed angel's face. "I…I have a mission." I held him tightly. "No, you can't go. You can't." I pleaded. He smiled at me. "Don't worry Trowa, I'll be fine."
As suddenly as my angel, the love of my life, had entered, he was ripped away. A lucky shot from a Leo hit the self-distrust on sandrock and it exploded. At least it was quick, they said. That didn't help me much. I cried for the first time since the war and now I'm here. Standing in front of my love's grave. 'I can't go on, Quatre. There's no way I can go on without you.' I looked at the gun in my hand. 'It'll only hurt for a second, than we'll be together.' I raise the gun to my left temple. "Goodbye…"I whispered. I squeezed the trigger and it all went black/.
