Why?
Written with the help of Aagi Key Minor, duh.
A/N: I am so bored that I have actually decided to write another fic… ::looks to her side and sees 'The Goonies' being played on the TV and keeps on talking to Aagi:: Yeah, yeah, big deal, me writing another fanfic. ::sweatdrop::
Pairings: 3x4 and something else, me not telling right now ::evil grin::
~*~
Trowa walked down the stairs and found Quatre. He went to kiss him and the smaller boy turned away, making Trowa kiss him on the cheek. He looked at Quatre, raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry, I'm tired."
"You had onions, didn't you?"
"I like my onions," Quatre retorted.
"I know you do," Trowa replied, walking into the dining room and watching the young Arab walk into the kitchen and work on breakfast.
"Good morning all."
"Morning Trowa!" Duo said brightly and sat beside Heero.
Heero grunted as an answer.
"Morning," Wufei said without looking over to him and still staring out the window.
They ate in silence and then went on to their own little activities. Quatre told Trowa that he was going to the mall with Duo for some things, Wufei left to go meditate or something, and Heero left to go talk to Lady Une about something that involved new mobile suits. Trowa didn't think anything of it and hung out at the safehouse.
~*~
Quatre and Trowa seemed to be growing farther and farther apart and it was really bugging the Heavyarms pilot. He left for a mission one day and came back to the safehouse sooner than he expected.
He looked everywhere for Quatre to talk to him. Eventually he knocked on Duo's door to ask him where his Arab lover was.
"Hey, Duo," he started and heard a familiar moan come from the adjoining bathroom.
He walked into it and saw Quatre's shadow, "How could you?!"
Before either one could answer, Trowa slammed the doors and walked into his own room. He sat on the bed and slit his left wrist, watching the dark crimson liquid stream out. Trowa took his finger and wrote 'Why?' under a picture and sighed.
Wufei and Heero were playing a friendly game of Chinese checkers; both looked up as they heard the commotion but shrugged it off and continued with their game.
Trowa picked up the hand gun that he had taken from under Heero's pillow and put it up to his temple.
A shot rang throughout the serene atmosphere.
Quatre ran into the room he shared with Trowa, only in a pair of pants, and cried out. He knelt on the floor and cradled the bloody head of the now dead pilot.
The rest of the Gundam pilots had just ran in to see the horrific mess of suicide. The picture of Trowa sitting on a park bench with Quatre in his lap was now covered in blood, the bloody word 'Why?' was sprinkled with blood and a few sticky pieces of a human brain. The bullet went clear through Trowa's head and wedged itself into the wall in the middle of the mess.
"Trowa," Quatre cried. "…no…"
~*~
a/n: heh, well what do you think? I was talking to Aagi and she said to write a fic about Trowa because I have yet to do one (until now) and it would be really good. She was telling me to end it one way, but I decided it should be like this. Does it scream "SEQUEL!!!" ??? Tell me if it does or not along with comments or flames or whatever else. Until next time peeps!
~Pheonix ^^
Written with the help of Aagi Key Minor, duh.
A/N: I am so bored that I have actually decided to write another fic… ::looks to her side and sees 'The Goonies' being played on the TV and keeps on talking to Aagi:: Yeah, yeah, big deal, me writing another fanfic. ::sweatdrop::
Pairings: 3x4 and something else, me not telling right now ::evil grin::
~*~
Trowa walked down the stairs and found Quatre. He went to kiss him and the smaller boy turned away, making Trowa kiss him on the cheek. He looked at Quatre, raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry, I'm tired."
"You had onions, didn't you?"
"I like my onions," Quatre retorted.
"I know you do," Trowa replied, walking into the dining room and watching the young Arab walk into the kitchen and work on breakfast.
"Good morning all."
"Morning Trowa!" Duo said brightly and sat beside Heero.
Heero grunted as an answer.
"Morning," Wufei said without looking over to him and still staring out the window.
They ate in silence and then went on to their own little activities. Quatre told Trowa that he was going to the mall with Duo for some things, Wufei left to go meditate or something, and Heero left to go talk to Lady Une about something that involved new mobile suits. Trowa didn't think anything of it and hung out at the safehouse.
~*~
Quatre and Trowa seemed to be growing farther and farther apart and it was really bugging the Heavyarms pilot. He left for a mission one day and came back to the safehouse sooner than he expected.
He looked everywhere for Quatre to talk to him. Eventually he knocked on Duo's door to ask him where his Arab lover was.
"Hey, Duo," he started and heard a familiar moan come from the adjoining bathroom.
He walked into it and saw Quatre's shadow, "How could you?!"
Before either one could answer, Trowa slammed the doors and walked into his own room. He sat on the bed and slit his left wrist, watching the dark crimson liquid stream out. Trowa took his finger and wrote 'Why?' under a picture and sighed.
Wufei and Heero were playing a friendly game of Chinese checkers; both looked up as they heard the commotion but shrugged it off and continued with their game.
Trowa picked up the hand gun that he had taken from under Heero's pillow and put it up to his temple.
A shot rang throughout the serene atmosphere.
Quatre ran into the room he shared with Trowa, only in a pair of pants, and cried out. He knelt on the floor and cradled the bloody head of the now dead pilot.
The rest of the Gundam pilots had just ran in to see the horrific mess of suicide. The picture of Trowa sitting on a park bench with Quatre in his lap was now covered in blood, the bloody word 'Why?' was sprinkled with blood and a few sticky pieces of a human brain. The bullet went clear through Trowa's head and wedged itself into the wall in the middle of the mess.
"Trowa," Quatre cried. "…no…"
~*~
a/n: heh, well what do you think? I was talking to Aagi and she said to write a fic about Trowa because I have yet to do one (until now) and it would be really good. She was telling me to end it one way, but I decided it should be like this. Does it scream "SEQUEL!!!" ??? Tell me if it does or not along with comments or flames or whatever else. Until next time peeps!
~Pheonix ^^