A/N: I try really hard not to write fiction after ten PM, mostly because everything I've tried to do then has gone terribly wrong. So I decided to start this, which I've been meaning to start for... about a month. In here, Trowa and Catherine are not related. Here we go.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or make a profit from this.
Is it really so wrong to love your brother?
I mean, he isn't my blood brother, and I love him. But he just as easily could've been my neighbor, my classmate, or my boyfriend.
Well, he is still my boyfriend.
"Catherine," Mom whispered to me as she nudged the new boy towards me. I was seven, and he was only six. My family had just adopted him, and he was chewing on his bottom lip, looking at me with blank, tired eyes.
I stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug. I was taller, since I was a little bit older, and I stroked his hair gently.
"You're pretty." The boy whispered, touching my hair lightly.
Mom didn't take it as anything that needed to be reprimanded, and neither did Dad. They just smiled, and Dad slipped into his home office, while Mom headed into the kitchen.
"Thank you. What's your name?" I asked the boy. His hair was over his eye, and I brushed it away to get a good look at him.
"Trowa." The boy flinched as if I was going to hit him when I touched his hair, and I could see why. He had an almost faded black eye, and I could see why he had needed adopting. His family had hurt him.
"Welcome to the family, Trowa." I kissed his forehead. "You're going to have the best sister in the world." I grinned at him to let him know I was teasing, and then grabbed his hand. "Come on, let's go play."
That day, Trowa was extremely compliant. He played with my dolls and me and he seemed happy about it. He kept staring at me, and while I found that a little bit perturbing, I also found it sweet. The idea of my new little brother crushing on me didn't disturb me all that much. After all, I knew even back then we weren't technically related.
Some attractions don't fade.
"Hey." Trowa murmured, walking into my room and sitting on my bed next to me. He kissed me once, lightly, and then gave me a little smile.
"Where are the parentals?" I asked, peering out the door. I didn't want to get caught, and we had been so careful for years.
"Dad ran into work and Mom ran to grocery store for something." Trowa pulled me onto his lap, holding me close. "So we get some alone time."
I turned toward him, kissing him lightly. "This time, when you hear the door open, don't continue kissing me." I teased lightly, though it was kind of a serious joke. One time we had been making out in my room and the front door had opened. We had been too busy to stop, and Dad, coming home early, had almost caught us.
"How much longer can we continue doing this, you think?" Trowa asked as he held me closer.
"I don't know." I tucked my face into the hollow of his throat, years later he's now much taller than me. "I have to go to college in a year, but if everything is still working I could go to the local one."
"Do you have any faith in us?" Trowa's lips turned down at the corners. "It seems like you're always looking for a way out."
"No, that's not it." I rubbed my forehead to prevent an oncoming migraine. Trowa and I had these conversations so much more lately that it was getting to both of us. "It just seems like... like things shouldn't be working. We're adoptive siblings, why would a relationship work? Why haven't we been caught?"
"Maybe they know already." He murmured, his hand knitting through my hair.
"We've been so careful though..." I heard keys in the front door and jumped off his lap and onto my bed, as if we were having a nice normal sibling conversation. Trowa sighed, a small, yet very annoyed, exhale before the door opened. We hated hiding, but we were sure there was no other way to stay together.
But we had never tried to tell anyone the truth until Relena had come to town and found out. She was our sole friend that knew the truth, and she was keeping our secret.
Mom peered into my room and smiled. "My children get along so well." She said in a singsong tone. "I would never wish for anything else."
Trowa and I looked at each other when she walked away. When we were both 18, things could be different. But for now, we had to hide our relationship or risk it being broken by our parents...
A/N: I just needed a lead in; I felt I didn't do very well with the first chapter. Anyway, what did you think?