[Short disclaimer, I don't own anything, but the plot created by myself, I
don't own any of the Gundam Wing Characters or story line, or Mechas, etc.]
"Like anyone worthy I am flattered by your fascination with me, Like any ho- blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave..."
Uninvited: Alanis Morrisette
Prequel; The Truth... Deadly Attractions:
Quatre stepped out of the rain and into the warm coffee shop. "Oh my gosh, sorry, I'm late. But this rain! Can you believe we got 12 inches since last night?"
Trowa looked up from his java silently.
"Ok are you going to accept my apology, or stare at me like that?"
"Hm."
"What was that honey? I am afraid I didn't quite catch that. "Quatre stated with a smile and a wink.
"You have been hanging out with Duo too much..."
"And you Heero, I mean 'Hm'? What is that? I am sorry I don't speak Heero."
"Jokes like that are why we leave the wise cracks to Duo..." Trowa said monotonously.
Gee I love you too hun..." Quatre pouted.
"Oh you know I was just kidding with you, don't do this now?" Trowa said trying not to give in to Quatre, for he knew it would only encourage him...
"Wise cracks like that are why we leave the Jokes to Duo," Quatre replied almost savagely.
"You're right I am wrong as usual, will that suffice?"
"Call me your sex goddess," Quatre said looking away from him in mock disgust.
"Oh my Empress..."
"Did I say empress? No I didn't think so, I believe it was 'S-E-X G-O-D-E-S- S"
"Some times I fear for your sanity, Quatre, Oops I mean 'sex goddess'"
Trowa tried not to laugh as he watched Quatre's face turn red. "Sorry, do you want something?"
"Not any more..."
~*~*~
Trowa opened his eyes and looked out the window, of the small café, he hated the rain, and all it seemed to do here was just that. "I hate this place..."
"What was that sir?" asked a passing waitress.
"Oh nothing... sorry..."
"If you hate this place so much why don't you leave?" asked the indignant waitress, "here I am, busting my ass for punk ass bitches like you and all you can say is I hate this place?"
"Ma'am, firstly; I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to myself, and secondly; I wasn't talking about the restaurant, I was actually quite enjoying it until you opened your mouth..."
"Oh I am so sorry, sir..."
"May I please have the check?"
"Yes, right away..." The Waitress ran off in a frantic search for the bill, as Trowa turned his attention back to the rain.
~*~*~
Trowa did appreciate one thing about the rain, He loved to watch it form little streams down the window... Trowa began to follow the miniature rivers down the glass with his fingers.
When he finished tracing the last one he stopped to crowd gaze, "I wonder where that damn Quatre ran off to..." Finally Trowa found another stream to follow, an placed his finger on it, "Hm..."
He concentrated on his fingertip until he was half way down the glass, and for the first time Trowa noticed some one watching him. At first he felt the tingling on the back of his neck, but then it got more severe, he traced the line faster to take his mind off of it. When he finished the feeling got even more intense. He frantically searched for a new one to trace, to alleviate the apprehension...
"All I have to do is take my mind off of it..."
"Like anyone worthy I am flattered by your fascination with me, Like any ho- blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave..."
Uninvited: Alanis Morrisette
Prequel; The Truth... Deadly Attractions:
Quatre stepped out of the rain and into the warm coffee shop. "Oh my gosh, sorry, I'm late. But this rain! Can you believe we got 12 inches since last night?"
Trowa looked up from his java silently.
"Ok are you going to accept my apology, or stare at me like that?"
"Hm."
"What was that honey? I am afraid I didn't quite catch that. "Quatre stated with a smile and a wink.
"You have been hanging out with Duo too much..."
"And you Heero, I mean 'Hm'? What is that? I am sorry I don't speak Heero."
"Jokes like that are why we leave the wise cracks to Duo..." Trowa said monotonously.
Gee I love you too hun..." Quatre pouted.
"Oh you know I was just kidding with you, don't do this now?" Trowa said trying not to give in to Quatre, for he knew it would only encourage him...
"Wise cracks like that are why we leave the Jokes to Duo," Quatre replied almost savagely.
"You're right I am wrong as usual, will that suffice?"
"Call me your sex goddess," Quatre said looking away from him in mock disgust.
"Oh my Empress..."
"Did I say empress? No I didn't think so, I believe it was 'S-E-X G-O-D-E-S- S"
"Some times I fear for your sanity, Quatre, Oops I mean 'sex goddess'"
Trowa tried not to laugh as he watched Quatre's face turn red. "Sorry, do you want something?"
"Not any more..."
~*~*~
Trowa opened his eyes and looked out the window, of the small café, he hated the rain, and all it seemed to do here was just that. "I hate this place..."
"What was that sir?" asked a passing waitress.
"Oh nothing... sorry..."
"If you hate this place so much why don't you leave?" asked the indignant waitress, "here I am, busting my ass for punk ass bitches like you and all you can say is I hate this place?"
"Ma'am, firstly; I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to myself, and secondly; I wasn't talking about the restaurant, I was actually quite enjoying it until you opened your mouth..."
"Oh I am so sorry, sir..."
"May I please have the check?"
"Yes, right away..." The Waitress ran off in a frantic search for the bill, as Trowa turned his attention back to the rain.
~*~*~
Trowa did appreciate one thing about the rain, He loved to watch it form little streams down the window... Trowa began to follow the miniature rivers down the glass with his fingers.
When he finished tracing the last one he stopped to crowd gaze, "I wonder where that damn Quatre ran off to..." Finally Trowa found another stream to follow, an placed his finger on it, "Hm..."
He concentrated on his fingertip until he was half way down the glass, and for the first time Trowa noticed some one watching him. At first he felt the tingling on the back of his neck, but then it got more severe, he traced the line faster to take his mind off of it. When he finished the feeling got even more intense. He frantically searched for a new one to trace, to alleviate the apprehension...
"All I have to do is take my mind off of it..."