tearsoflife.htm And From Those Tears Came Life
By: Syira
Chapter Rating: G
Disclaimer: Ok. I do not own gundam wing and or its characters so do not sue me. This fanfict is a yaoui, a m/m relationship, so if you are against gay relationships, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!!! DO NOT READ THIS FAN FICTION!!!

And like I promised. This is the sequel to A Clown's Silent Tears on the Desert Sand so if you haven't read that one, read it first. It'll make a lot more sense. Our story starts off three months after Quatre Winner dies while working on HeavyArms. If you upset that I killed Quatre in the first part of my story, then you'll be happy with this one. YES!! QUATRE COMES BACK ALIVE!!! Ok. That just about gave away the whole plot to my story but Quatre's return isn't permanent.

"Trowa," called Catherine as he stared at the blank wall in his room. "Trowa!TROWA!!"

"Hmm," snapped Trowa out of his trance. "I didn't hear you Cathy. I must have been daydreaming again. I'm sorry."
For awhile now, Trowa has been staring into space from a few minutes to a couple hours. Although Catherine or the other performers never asked what Trowa was thinking about, Cathy knew what was bothering her little brother so badly.
"You were thinking of him again. Weren't you Trowa?"

"Who are you taking about Cathy?" replied Trowa coldly.

"Quatre."
Catherine was right. Ever since Trowa had admitted to himself that he loved Quatre, he'd been think ing of him ever since. Trowa then turned and faced Cathy. His eyes looked as if he was going to break down and cry.

"It's okay," said Catherine as she ran up to Trowa and hugged him sympathetically. "It's okay to miss Quatre."

"It's just that I loved him so much. His eyes, his hair, his voice. I just wish that I could have told him that..."

"I know you miss Quatre, Trowa but crying won't bring him back. We'll just have to remember him from our memories."

~What memories,~ thought Trowa. ~All I have are memories of fighting beside Quatre and those are anything to remember peaceful Quatre by. Memories of us being together, maybe even with the others, enjoying ourselves. Those would be memories to remember Quatre and I don't have those kind of memories.~
"Thanks Cathy."

"No problem Trowa." Catherine then let go of Trowa and headed out of his room before stopping a few feet from his door. "Trowa, remember you're promise from last week?"

"Ummmm...."

"Trowa!!You forgot again DIDN'T YOU!!"

"I guess I was daydreaming again."

"I guess you were. Let me jog you memory and this time, listen. The circus is having a contest for a child to get a tour of the circus by one of the performers and get front row seats to a performance. You said that you'd give the tour to who ever won and today is the day of the tour.

"When will the kid be here?"

"About half an hour."

"Do you anything about the kid?"

"Only a few things. I know it's a boy, about your age and he's bringing his anut with him. Sorry Trow, that's all I know."Catherine then left Trowa with his thoughts.

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~Syira~