I love Gundam Wing. Oh I do not own the G boys or the names I use in my fic they
belong to whoever made them. I sorry I dont know who you are.

What is in a name
I dont play the sue me game
If it is me you want to blame
Remember I dont have money cus I'm lame.

This is a really disturbing Trowa and Quatre fic. The fic contains rape so be warned.

Why

by Markanovanlink

It had been a long day. Too long. All the killing. All the pain. All the numbness I felt toward everything and anyone. No emotion. No need for emotion. Well maybe not all emotion. Some feelings, strange feelings, are because of you. I blame you for the feelings you seem to evoke out of my being. I blame you for how I feel.

I walk into the old abandon building where the others and I where hiding out. The only people to occupy our hideout are you and I. I walk into a small dimly lit room and see you sleeping. You're lying on an old dirty rug. I walked up to you silently and kneeled next to your small and pale body. I brushed the strands of golden hair away from your face.

Why do I feel the way I do for you. I want you so bad. I have known you for two years. I have desired you for two years. I have loved you for two years. Now I want you. I know how innocent you must be. I know you probably never kissed anyone in your life. I want to be your first. I want to be with you first. You are probably not like me though. I'm attracted to men, but ever since I met you, I have been attracted to only you. Only you Quatre.

For two years I have dreamed of claiming you as my own. Are you attracted to me in the least? I want to know. I want to feel you. I can't wait any longer. I climb on top of you only to have you awake with a start. When you realize it is me, you smile at me and ask me what's wrong.

I look into your eyes of cool aqua and place my hand over your mouth. Your eyes went from friendly to confused as you tried to free my hand from your mouth. I move my hand and use it and the other to hold you down. You struggle under me giving me chills of pleasure. I tell you to be quiet so I can tell you something. You stop struggling and look at me.

I confess my love for you in one breathe. I tell you that I have loved you for two years. I tell you how much I need you. You look at me with pools of tears and tell me that you love me too. I can't believe it. You tell me again.

For some reason I am not myself and my body takes control of my actions. I know I'm crushing you with my lips as I force them on you. I find myself ripping off your clothes against your will. I feel you struggling again and telling me to stop, but I can't. I don't know why.

I find myself entering you without caring about your pain. I thrush into you, tearing you, scaring you, and killing you. I can't stop. My mind is saying stop, but my body won't listen. I feel your screams burn my ears as I thrush harder into you. I hear you pleading for me to stop as I hold you down. I hear your crying as my body tensed up and relaxed.

I feel you shake under me crying. I hold you in my arms and wonder what has just happened. I couldn't stop my self. I hold you tighter and cry with you and wonder why I did this to you. I whisper sorries. What good can they do? I have hurt you alot. I have hurt you far beyond my understanding.

I never meant for it to be like this. I never meant for it to hurt you. You yell at me to get away from you but I hold you tight. I am so sorry Quatre. So sorry. I hold you until you stop struggling. You cry into my chest and chant why, why, why, why. I don't know my angel, I don't know. I ask myself why as I hold you.