Title: Silent Betrayal Pt. 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters... in fact, I'm
beginning to think they own me...
Category: angst, shounen-ai (for now...), OOC, AU (hope I didn't forget
anything...)
Pairing: 1+3?, implied 1+R?
//thoughts//
***dream sequence***
~flashback~
***
The faraway horizon was tainted red, the glowing sun moving slowly to
shield itself under the night. Embraced in its waning light were two small
figures, one holding dearly onto the other.
"Hee-chan! Please! You'll be all right... I know you will!"
The boy in his arms said nothing, he reached up with great effort to the
other's face. The other small boy's eyes brimmed with tears as the hand
lightly caressed his cheek.
"Hee-chan... You promised me... You promised you wouldn't leave me..." The
boy choked out.
Upon hearing this, the other boy finally spoke, "I don't break promises,
Tro-chan... I won't lea..."
The other boy's eyes widened as the hand dropped from his cheek to the
floor, hanging lifelessly.
"HEE-CHAN!!!"
***
Trowa sprang up in bed, gasping. //That dream again.// Trowa ran impatient
fingers through his brown bangs, feeling the beads of perspiration nestled
there. It's irrational that a dream could get him so worked up. Trowa
glanced sideways at the clock, the red light flashed "6:30am". Sighing,
Trowa heaved himself off the bed and towards the bathroom.
//It's gonna be a long day.//
-----------------------------------
Students swarmed around the halls, rushing off to classes. This was the
noisiest time of the morning.
Trowa glided silently and sufficiently through the masses, daily practice
had enabled him to move fast and efficiently without running into contact
with anyone.
A sudden rush of air caught Trowa off balance as a hard object sliced
across his cheek. Trowa swirled sideways at the shock of contact, and felt
his stable footing give away. He barely caught himself on the last second
before falling as his hands grasped the water fountain nestled into the
wall. He collapsed against the wall to catch his breath, his eyes searching
for the offending object. A basketball lay where he used to be.
All of a sudden, the mass of student bodies seems to divide into two
aisles, respectfully letting someone through. Trowa looked up to see a boy
his age approach him. The boy slowed as he came close, dark blue eyes
regarding Trowa silently.
"Did it hit you?" The boy asked. But he didn't need an answer, the skin,
burned red from the impact, showed clearly on Trowa's cheek.
"I'm sorry." The boy added, his deep voice as impassionate as ever.
Trowa nodded, he wasn't angry. He just wanted to get to class as soon as
possible - he has already been late everyday since the school began last
week.
"You should see the school nurse about that cheek." The voice probed him.
Trowa vaguely shook his head, "No, it's okay. I'm fine." Trowa attempted to
move himself away from the school wall and onto class, but he couldn't
budge. Something about that boy's gaze, those serious, intense eyes that
held him in place.
Then all of a sudden, the boy reached out his hand toward Trowa. Trowa
watched, transfixed, as the slender fingers touched the bruise on his
cheek. Trowa jerked with sudden surprise as the warm touch seem to render a
familiarity. //This hand... I...//
The boy suddenly snatched his hand away, and the feeling left as soon as it
came. The boy was now looking at Trowa peculiarly, as if breaking Trowa
down into pieces and analyzing him.
"Sorry." The boy said it again, but this time, Trowa thought he heard a
trace of sincerity in the boy's voice. Then the boy turned away and ran
down the hall, leaving the basketball unattended. Confused and suddenly a
little tired, Trowa pushed himself away from the wall and walked
absentmindedly to his first period class.
----------------------------------
He was late.
The sensei didn't even look at him as he opened the door. "Trowa Barton,
please take a seat in the back."
Trowa obliged. "The back" had become his regular seat ever since he started
this class. Trowa sat down on an empty seat just to realize that he was
missing something. The usual "throw backpack on floor and take notes out"
action was missing.
"Pop quiz. Please take out a pen and a sheet of blank paper. The quiz will
consist of ten questions. I will write them on the board." The teacher
announced.
Trowa sighed, //great. Just great.//
"Here."
Trowa turned to the unexpected voice and felt his heart skip a beat.
Staring intently into him were those pair of cobalt eyes again. The boy was
holding out a pen and a piece of paper while his eyes searched Trowa.
"Than... Thanks." Trowa managed as smoothly as he could. //What am I doing?
It's not like me to stutter at all.// Trowa reached out and took the pen
offered. "I'm Trowa." //AND introducing myself?//
"Heero." Was the reply from the boy.
//Heero...// Trowa repeated the name in his head.
"The test has already started." Heero reminded Trowa, seeing his suspended
state.
Trowa snapped himself back to reality and the questions posted on the board
in front of the class. //What is that first question? Japan invaded
Manturia...// ~A face flashed in his mind...~ //America oil embargo on...//
~A scream echoed...~ //Japan chose to attack...// ~A body fell lifelessly
in his arms...~
Trowa's head snapped up as if waking from a dream. //Was I dreaming?//
"Please hand in your tests."
Trowa stared down at his paper. A blank surface stared back at him. Trowa
sighed and turned to return the pen to Heero. "Here, thanks."
Heero stared at him, searching again. "Keep it. You'll need it for the rest
of the day."
"Thanks." Trowa murmured. He walked up to the teacher's desk and handed in
his blank paper. Then, ignoring the frown he knew was on his teacher's
face, Trowa walked out of class.
//What a day.// Trowa moved down the hall with his usual grace, but if one
had known him for a long time, and studied carefully, they could notice a
slant in his walk and a faraway look in his eyes. But since no one knew
Trowa well, he was safe. //What were those images? They're from my dreams,
weren't they? Why did they flash in my mind like they were...//
"You're going to bump into people like that."
Trowa swirled around, surprised at the sudden interruption. Native human
instinct made him pose his hands in front of his chest, on guard and ready
to strike. But what he saw was only a face that was beginning to get
familiar. "Heero."
Heero regarded him with a serious look. "You handed in a blank answer
paper."
Trowa relaxed his posture, "I didn't know the answers."
Heero cocked his head, staring at Trowa as if that answer had a double
meaning. Heero opened his mouth to respond when another voice interrupted
them. "Heero! There you are!"
Both Heero and Trowa looked startled as a girl suddenly bounced into view
and attached herself to Heero. Trowa took a step back automatically to give
respected room for them.
"I've been calling you for hours yesterday! Where were you?!" The girl
demanded.
Heero all but ignored her and continued to stare at Trowa with those
serious eyes.
Getting no response, the girl followed Heero's gaze and noticed Trowa. She
blinked, "Hi, my name is Relena Darlain."
Trowa turned away, suddenly tired and in no mood to acquaint himself to
someone else. "Trowa Barton. Excuse me." With that, he disappeared down the
hall, never looking back once.
***
The air was thick and musky; it's scent suffocating to the little boy in
its embrace. He was looking frantically around, as if searching for an exit
in the dark place. But in reality, he was looking for someone to help him.
"Somebody..." The boy whimpered.
"Somebody... Anybody... Please..." Tears trickled down his face, he
continued searching.
"Somebody... STOP ME!!!"
***
Trowa jerked up in bed, panting harshly in an effort to get air back into
his lungs. He wiped his hands across his forehead, drawing a palm of
moisture. //That dream... it changed somewhat. It feels like I'm going back
in time...//
"Somebody... stop me?" Trowa whispered.
He flung back down onto his pillow. //Sleep never was easy...//
--------------------------
Trowa opened the door to his period one class. He was an hour early today,
considering he couldn't fall asleep.
His teacher looked up from his work as Trowa entered. "Well, well, well,
looks like you can get up early after all!" The teacher commented with a
smile.
Trowa bowed slightly, "Good morning."
The teacher nodded, "You've been late to my class ever since the beginning
of the year. I bet you don't even know my name."
Trowa didn't protest, he really didn't know the teacher's name.
The teacher smiled again, his face brightened up to the color of his hair.
Yet Trowa felt a shiver ran down his spine at the smile. "Milliardo
Peacecraft."
Trowa bowed again, "I'll be going to my seat."
"No, wait." Peacecraft-sensei stopped Trowa. "I want to talk to you about
your test results."
Trowa approached the teacher's desk obediently. He had handed in a blank
test, it was no surprise that the teacher would want to discipline him.
"About yesterday's test," Peacecraft-sensei started as Trowa stood beside
him. "I'm not going to count it."
"What?" Trowa looked shocked at the smiling face before him.
Peacecraft-sensei suddenly leaned close and grabbed Trowa's shoulders.
Trowa reeled back at the unexpected act, his eyes widening. Milliardo
Peacecraft pulled Trowa to him, restraining Trowa in his arms.
"I understand," Milliardo whispered in Trowa's ear, "that you've been
having a hard time lately."
Trowa struggled, "What are you doing?!"
"But I'm going to say this once, and once only." Milliardo's voice turned
edgy. "Stay AWAY from him!" With that, he pushed Trowa away from him.
Trowa stumbled back, staring dazed at the stranger before him.
Peacecraft-sensei smiled again, "Got it?"
The smile was more menacing than a knife.
----------------------------
Students poured into the classroom fluidly, taking the seat of their
choice. Sounds of talking and laughing filled the room.
Trowa sat motionless in the back, his head supported by his hands, green
eyes stared aimlessly forward. He had been staying like this for almost an
hour, ever since... Trowa's eyes glided to the tall figure standing at the
front of the class who smiled easily as if born with the ability. //What
happened an hour ago must have been a mistake. Maybe I was daydreaming. But
the bruise on his shoulders from Milliardo's grip was too real. "Stay away
from him". From who? Why me? I don't even have contact with anybody...//
"Are you always this out of it?"
Trowa didn't move, too engrossed in his thoughts to notice the voice
drowned out by others. A hand connected with his shoulder and rested upon
his bruise. "Oh!" Trowa jerked from the sudden flash of pain and turned to
encounter a pair of night blue eyes.
"I said," Heero stressed his tone, "are you always this out of it?"
"I..." Suddenly defensive, Trowa countered, "Do you always go around
scaring people?"
Heero's brows raised in amusement. "I wouldn't have scared you if you were
on earth with the rest of us."
Trowa opened his mouth for a comeback, but his mind found none. He turned
away, "I was just thinking."
Heero didn't say anything, but Trowa could feel Heero's eyes on him. //Why
is he constantly looking at me?// Trowa felt self-conscious under Heero's
gaze. //He's searching for something... it's almost like he's unconsciously
asking me for an answer to something.//
Feeling confused, Trowa turned to annoyance. "What?" He stated in an
exasperated tone. What are you staring at?
Heero turned away, "Nothing."
Trowa stared at Heero, annoyance turned to curiosity. "What were you
staring at?"
Heero faced the front, mouth in a taught line.
"Hey..." Trowa started to pursue his question, but stopped halfway as
something caught his eye. He turned to the front of the class where a pair
of icy blue eyes pierced at him.
Trowa stared, mesmerized and unable to tear away from the hatred in
Milliardo's eyes. //Why... Why?//
Then suddenly, Milliardo turned away, his face reflected guiltily like a
child who has been caught doing bad things. Trowa blinked in confusion. He
turned back to Heero and found a disapproving scowl on his face - directed
at Peacecraft-sensei.
"What are you doing?" Trowa asked.
The scowl on Heero's face disappeared, only to be replaced by a plain
emotion. "What do you mean?"
Trowa regarded Heero, "Never mind."
Heero suddenly turned to him, "Stay away from him."
"What?!" Being told the same thing two times a day had Trowa at the verge
of his patience.
"Just do it. It's for your own good."
//That tone... so emotionless... and he's telling me it's for my own good?!
Who does this guy think he is?!// "You can't tell me what to do." Trowa
countered.
"No." Heero held his stare, "But I can tell you when a person is dangerous.
Besides, I think you already know that."
"What?!" Trowa's eyes widened. //How did he... Did he saw what happened?//
"But then again, you can be so naïve."
"What. Are. You. Talking. About?" Trowa spelt out his sentence in slow
form.
Heero's eyes bore into his, "You really don't..." He trailed off.
Trowa waited patiently for the rest of the sentence. Heero turned away from
Trowa's gaze, "Never mind."
Trowa's patience shattered. First he was harassed by the teacher, then a
second warning from Heero, and now all these comments that didn't make
sense, Trowa was... pissed. "What do you mean by 'never mind'?! You had
better explain it!" Trowa raised his voice.
"I meant," Heero was not intimidated, "Never mind." With that, he suddenly
got up from his seat. Trowa watched with fixed confusion and anger as Heero
walked to the door and took himself out of class. Trowa also noticed, the
teacher never made a comment as Heero left without excusing himself.
----------------------------------
Sometime in the middle of the day, a drizzle slowly formed. The small
particles of water sprayed down from the sky, mystifying the world under a
moist haze.
Trowa stood in the cold hush of wind under the dripping water, hardly
noticing the wetness of his clothes. For some reason, Trowa loved the rain.
He loved standing under the soft caress of the cold moisture. For as long
as Trowa could remember, it had always been like this: him standing outside
whenever it rained.
Like now.
It gave him comfort and often seems to wash his troubles away.
Like now.
Trowa was slowly forgetting all the confusion of today's events as the rain
washed down his face and soaked his body.
Then it was suddenly gone, blocked out by a round piece of cloth.
Trowa turned to the person who stopped the rain from contact with him. Deep
blue eyes stared back at him. "Idiot. You'll catch a cold."
Trowa suddenly felt a little drunk, as if the rain that's been pouring down
on him was made of sake. "Funny. I don't remember my mom's name is Heero
Yuy."
Heero narrowed his eyes. Trowa was oblivious. "Hey, Heero. Do you like the
rain?"
Heero's eyes widened. "What?"
"Isn't it comforting?" Trowa went on. "I have always liked it. The feel of
it... it somehow makes me light-headed... almost... almost..." Before Trowa
got the last word out, he suddenly seemed to spin as his eyes unfocused.
Heero barely caught Trowa with his arms as Trowa plunged forward,
consciousness lost.
Heero looked down at Trowa, holding him to his chest. "So careless...
You've always been like this..."
***
"I don't want to go out, Hee-chan! It's raining."
"What's wrong with rain? Its just water."
"Yeah, but..."
"But what?"
"I'll get wet..."
"You get wet when you take a bath, it's the same thing."
"But..."
"Come on, I'll show you how fun rain can be."
"...Really?"
"Yeah, come on."
***
Heero carefully set Trowa down on the bed of his apartment. While tucking
Trowa under the covers, he realized, with no small amount of shock, that
Trowa was smiling in his sleep.
TBC
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters... in fact, I'm
beginning to think they own me...
Category: angst, shounen-ai (for now...), OOC, AU (hope I didn't forget
anything...)
Pairing: 1+3?, implied 1+R?
//thoughts//
***dream sequence***
~flashback~
***
The faraway horizon was tainted red, the glowing sun moving slowly to
shield itself under the night. Embraced in its waning light were two small
figures, one holding dearly onto the other.
"Hee-chan! Please! You'll be all right... I know you will!"
The boy in his arms said nothing, he reached up with great effort to the
other's face. The other small boy's eyes brimmed with tears as the hand
lightly caressed his cheek.
"Hee-chan... You promised me... You promised you wouldn't leave me..." The
boy choked out.
Upon hearing this, the other boy finally spoke, "I don't break promises,
Tro-chan... I won't lea..."
The other boy's eyes widened as the hand dropped from his cheek to the
floor, hanging lifelessly.
"HEE-CHAN!!!"
***
Trowa sprang up in bed, gasping. //That dream again.// Trowa ran impatient
fingers through his brown bangs, feeling the beads of perspiration nestled
there. It's irrational that a dream could get him so worked up. Trowa
glanced sideways at the clock, the red light flashed "6:30am". Sighing,
Trowa heaved himself off the bed and towards the bathroom.
//It's gonna be a long day.//
-----------------------------------
Students swarmed around the halls, rushing off to classes. This was the
noisiest time of the morning.
Trowa glided silently and sufficiently through the masses, daily practice
had enabled him to move fast and efficiently without running into contact
with anyone.
A sudden rush of air caught Trowa off balance as a hard object sliced
across his cheek. Trowa swirled sideways at the shock of contact, and felt
his stable footing give away. He barely caught himself on the last second
before falling as his hands grasped the water fountain nestled into the
wall. He collapsed against the wall to catch his breath, his eyes searching
for the offending object. A basketball lay where he used to be.
All of a sudden, the mass of student bodies seems to divide into two
aisles, respectfully letting someone through. Trowa looked up to see a boy
his age approach him. The boy slowed as he came close, dark blue eyes
regarding Trowa silently.
"Did it hit you?" The boy asked. But he didn't need an answer, the skin,
burned red from the impact, showed clearly on Trowa's cheek.
"I'm sorry." The boy added, his deep voice as impassionate as ever.
Trowa nodded, he wasn't angry. He just wanted to get to class as soon as
possible - he has already been late everyday since the school began last
week.
"You should see the school nurse about that cheek." The voice probed him.
Trowa vaguely shook his head, "No, it's okay. I'm fine." Trowa attempted to
move himself away from the school wall and onto class, but he couldn't
budge. Something about that boy's gaze, those serious, intense eyes that
held him in place.
Then all of a sudden, the boy reached out his hand toward Trowa. Trowa
watched, transfixed, as the slender fingers touched the bruise on his
cheek. Trowa jerked with sudden surprise as the warm touch seem to render a
familiarity. //This hand... I...//
The boy suddenly snatched his hand away, and the feeling left as soon as it
came. The boy was now looking at Trowa peculiarly, as if breaking Trowa
down into pieces and analyzing him.
"Sorry." The boy said it again, but this time, Trowa thought he heard a
trace of sincerity in the boy's voice. Then the boy turned away and ran
down the hall, leaving the basketball unattended. Confused and suddenly a
little tired, Trowa pushed himself away from the wall and walked
absentmindedly to his first period class.
----------------------------------
He was late.
The sensei didn't even look at him as he opened the door. "Trowa Barton,
please take a seat in the back."
Trowa obliged. "The back" had become his regular seat ever since he started
this class. Trowa sat down on an empty seat just to realize that he was
missing something. The usual "throw backpack on floor and take notes out"
action was missing.
"Pop quiz. Please take out a pen and a sheet of blank paper. The quiz will
consist of ten questions. I will write them on the board." The teacher
announced.
Trowa sighed, //great. Just great.//
"Here."
Trowa turned to the unexpected voice and felt his heart skip a beat.
Staring intently into him were those pair of cobalt eyes again. The boy was
holding out a pen and a piece of paper while his eyes searched Trowa.
"Than... Thanks." Trowa managed as smoothly as he could. //What am I doing?
It's not like me to stutter at all.// Trowa reached out and took the pen
offered. "I'm Trowa." //AND introducing myself?//
"Heero." Was the reply from the boy.
//Heero...// Trowa repeated the name in his head.
"The test has already started." Heero reminded Trowa, seeing his suspended
state.
Trowa snapped himself back to reality and the questions posted on the board
in front of the class. //What is that first question? Japan invaded
Manturia...// ~A face flashed in his mind...~ //America oil embargo on...//
~A scream echoed...~ //Japan chose to attack...// ~A body fell lifelessly
in his arms...~
Trowa's head snapped up as if waking from a dream. //Was I dreaming?//
"Please hand in your tests."
Trowa stared down at his paper. A blank surface stared back at him. Trowa
sighed and turned to return the pen to Heero. "Here, thanks."
Heero stared at him, searching again. "Keep it. You'll need it for the rest
of the day."
"Thanks." Trowa murmured. He walked up to the teacher's desk and handed in
his blank paper. Then, ignoring the frown he knew was on his teacher's
face, Trowa walked out of class.
//What a day.// Trowa moved down the hall with his usual grace, but if one
had known him for a long time, and studied carefully, they could notice a
slant in his walk and a faraway look in his eyes. But since no one knew
Trowa well, he was safe. //What were those images? They're from my dreams,
weren't they? Why did they flash in my mind like they were...//
"You're going to bump into people like that."
Trowa swirled around, surprised at the sudden interruption. Native human
instinct made him pose his hands in front of his chest, on guard and ready
to strike. But what he saw was only a face that was beginning to get
familiar. "Heero."
Heero regarded him with a serious look. "You handed in a blank answer
paper."
Trowa relaxed his posture, "I didn't know the answers."
Heero cocked his head, staring at Trowa as if that answer had a double
meaning. Heero opened his mouth to respond when another voice interrupted
them. "Heero! There you are!"
Both Heero and Trowa looked startled as a girl suddenly bounced into view
and attached herself to Heero. Trowa took a step back automatically to give
respected room for them.
"I've been calling you for hours yesterday! Where were you?!" The girl
demanded.
Heero all but ignored her and continued to stare at Trowa with those
serious eyes.
Getting no response, the girl followed Heero's gaze and noticed Trowa. She
blinked, "Hi, my name is Relena Darlain."
Trowa turned away, suddenly tired and in no mood to acquaint himself to
someone else. "Trowa Barton. Excuse me." With that, he disappeared down the
hall, never looking back once.
***
The air was thick and musky; it's scent suffocating to the little boy in
its embrace. He was looking frantically around, as if searching for an exit
in the dark place. But in reality, he was looking for someone to help him.
"Somebody..." The boy whimpered.
"Somebody... Anybody... Please..." Tears trickled down his face, he
continued searching.
"Somebody... STOP ME!!!"
***
Trowa jerked up in bed, panting harshly in an effort to get air back into
his lungs. He wiped his hands across his forehead, drawing a palm of
moisture. //That dream... it changed somewhat. It feels like I'm going back
in time...//
"Somebody... stop me?" Trowa whispered.
He flung back down onto his pillow. //Sleep never was easy...//
--------------------------
Trowa opened the door to his period one class. He was an hour early today,
considering he couldn't fall asleep.
His teacher looked up from his work as Trowa entered. "Well, well, well,
looks like you can get up early after all!" The teacher commented with a
smile.
Trowa bowed slightly, "Good morning."
The teacher nodded, "You've been late to my class ever since the beginning
of the year. I bet you don't even know my name."
Trowa didn't protest, he really didn't know the teacher's name.
The teacher smiled again, his face brightened up to the color of his hair.
Yet Trowa felt a shiver ran down his spine at the smile. "Milliardo
Peacecraft."
Trowa bowed again, "I'll be going to my seat."
"No, wait." Peacecraft-sensei stopped Trowa. "I want to talk to you about
your test results."
Trowa approached the teacher's desk obediently. He had handed in a blank
test, it was no surprise that the teacher would want to discipline him.
"About yesterday's test," Peacecraft-sensei started as Trowa stood beside
him. "I'm not going to count it."
"What?" Trowa looked shocked at the smiling face before him.
Peacecraft-sensei suddenly leaned close and grabbed Trowa's shoulders.
Trowa reeled back at the unexpected act, his eyes widening. Milliardo
Peacecraft pulled Trowa to him, restraining Trowa in his arms.
"I understand," Milliardo whispered in Trowa's ear, "that you've been
having a hard time lately."
Trowa struggled, "What are you doing?!"
"But I'm going to say this once, and once only." Milliardo's voice turned
edgy. "Stay AWAY from him!" With that, he pushed Trowa away from him.
Trowa stumbled back, staring dazed at the stranger before him.
Peacecraft-sensei smiled again, "Got it?"
The smile was more menacing than a knife.
----------------------------
Students poured into the classroom fluidly, taking the seat of their
choice. Sounds of talking and laughing filled the room.
Trowa sat motionless in the back, his head supported by his hands, green
eyes stared aimlessly forward. He had been staying like this for almost an
hour, ever since... Trowa's eyes glided to the tall figure standing at the
front of the class who smiled easily as if born with the ability. //What
happened an hour ago must have been a mistake. Maybe I was daydreaming. But
the bruise on his shoulders from Milliardo's grip was too real. "Stay away
from him". From who? Why me? I don't even have contact with anybody...//
"Are you always this out of it?"
Trowa didn't move, too engrossed in his thoughts to notice the voice
drowned out by others. A hand connected with his shoulder and rested upon
his bruise. "Oh!" Trowa jerked from the sudden flash of pain and turned to
encounter a pair of night blue eyes.
"I said," Heero stressed his tone, "are you always this out of it?"
"I..." Suddenly defensive, Trowa countered, "Do you always go around
scaring people?"
Heero's brows raised in amusement. "I wouldn't have scared you if you were
on earth with the rest of us."
Trowa opened his mouth for a comeback, but his mind found none. He turned
away, "I was just thinking."
Heero didn't say anything, but Trowa could feel Heero's eyes on him. //Why
is he constantly looking at me?// Trowa felt self-conscious under Heero's
gaze. //He's searching for something... it's almost like he's unconsciously
asking me for an answer to something.//
Feeling confused, Trowa turned to annoyance. "What?" He stated in an
exasperated tone. What are you staring at?
Heero turned away, "Nothing."
Trowa stared at Heero, annoyance turned to curiosity. "What were you
staring at?"
Heero faced the front, mouth in a taught line.
"Hey..." Trowa started to pursue his question, but stopped halfway as
something caught his eye. He turned to the front of the class where a pair
of icy blue eyes pierced at him.
Trowa stared, mesmerized and unable to tear away from the hatred in
Milliardo's eyes. //Why... Why?//
Then suddenly, Milliardo turned away, his face reflected guiltily like a
child who has been caught doing bad things. Trowa blinked in confusion. He
turned back to Heero and found a disapproving scowl on his face - directed
at Peacecraft-sensei.
"What are you doing?" Trowa asked.
The scowl on Heero's face disappeared, only to be replaced by a plain
emotion. "What do you mean?"
Trowa regarded Heero, "Never mind."
Heero suddenly turned to him, "Stay away from him."
"What?!" Being told the same thing two times a day had Trowa at the verge
of his patience.
"Just do it. It's for your own good."
//That tone... so emotionless... and he's telling me it's for my own good?!
Who does this guy think he is?!// "You can't tell me what to do." Trowa
countered.
"No." Heero held his stare, "But I can tell you when a person is dangerous.
Besides, I think you already know that."
"What?!" Trowa's eyes widened. //How did he... Did he saw what happened?//
"But then again, you can be so naïve."
"What. Are. You. Talking. About?" Trowa spelt out his sentence in slow
form.
Heero's eyes bore into his, "You really don't..." He trailed off.
Trowa waited patiently for the rest of the sentence. Heero turned away from
Trowa's gaze, "Never mind."
Trowa's patience shattered. First he was harassed by the teacher, then a
second warning from Heero, and now all these comments that didn't make
sense, Trowa was... pissed. "What do you mean by 'never mind'?! You had
better explain it!" Trowa raised his voice.
"I meant," Heero was not intimidated, "Never mind." With that, he suddenly
got up from his seat. Trowa watched with fixed confusion and anger as Heero
walked to the door and took himself out of class. Trowa also noticed, the
teacher never made a comment as Heero left without excusing himself.
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Sometime in the middle of the day, a drizzle slowly formed. The small
particles of water sprayed down from the sky, mystifying the world under a
moist haze.
Trowa stood in the cold hush of wind under the dripping water, hardly
noticing the wetness of his clothes. For some reason, Trowa loved the rain.
He loved standing under the soft caress of the cold moisture. For as long
as Trowa could remember, it had always been like this: him standing outside
whenever it rained.
Like now.
It gave him comfort and often seems to wash his troubles away.
Like now.
Trowa was slowly forgetting all the confusion of today's events as the rain
washed down his face and soaked his body.
Then it was suddenly gone, blocked out by a round piece of cloth.
Trowa turned to the person who stopped the rain from contact with him. Deep
blue eyes stared back at him. "Idiot. You'll catch a cold."
Trowa suddenly felt a little drunk, as if the rain that's been pouring down
on him was made of sake. "Funny. I don't remember my mom's name is Heero
Yuy."
Heero narrowed his eyes. Trowa was oblivious. "Hey, Heero. Do you like the
rain?"
Heero's eyes widened. "What?"
"Isn't it comforting?" Trowa went on. "I have always liked it. The feel of
it... it somehow makes me light-headed... almost... almost..." Before Trowa
got the last word out, he suddenly seemed to spin as his eyes unfocused.
Heero barely caught Trowa with his arms as Trowa plunged forward,
consciousness lost.
Heero looked down at Trowa, holding him to his chest. "So careless...
You've always been like this..."
***
"I don't want to go out, Hee-chan! It's raining."
"What's wrong with rain? Its just water."
"Yeah, but..."
"But what?"
"I'll get wet..."
"You get wet when you take a bath, it's the same thing."
"But..."
"Come on, I'll show you how fun rain can be."
"...Really?"
"Yeah, come on."
***
Heero carefully set Trowa down on the bed of his apartment. While tucking
Trowa under the covers, he realized, with no small amount of shock, that
Trowa was smiling in his sleep.
TBC