I don't own any of the gundam characters(wish I did though!) The belong to
sunrise(I think) This was my first attempt at a Yaoi fic and I wrote it at
like uhh 3 in the morning. So if you don't get it sorry. I'll try to do
better next time.(its also kind of non-Yaoi cause I finished writing it
during my really boring Soc. studies class. And I did not want a teacher
to accidentally read it and get me in trouble ^-*) So here it goes.(kit
gulps nervously and manages a weak smile)
White Roses by Moonlight
It was late in the evening and Trowa couldn't sleep. There was a full moon so he thought he'd take a walk in the garden of the house he shared with, Heero, Duo, and Wufei. Quatre had also lived here. But he had died almost a year earlier. Each of the Gundam pilots had taken his death hard, but Trowa and Duo had taken it the hardest. That was probably because Quatre had excepted Duo from the beginning, and never ridiculed the fact that he had long hair and sometimes was mistaken for a girl, like the others sometimes did. It was also because Trowa and Quatre were good friends and Quatre always helped Trowa out. Walking along the garden path he heard a muffled sound. He turned and quietly pushed aside a tree branch. Duo was sitting on a rock near the small river that ran through the garden. Trowa stood and watched him. He reached up an undid his hair. It tumbled down his back and shoulders in thick brown waves. The moonlight hit and illuminated his face making him look like an angel. He stood up and his loose robe slipped of his shoulders. Trowa looked away blushing until he realized he was wearing a bathing suit. He entered the water and floated looking up at the silver orb that was the moon. He sat there for a long while. When he finally left the water he put his robe back on and sat down on the rock. Across the river stood a bush of white roses. They glittered in the moonlight like Quatre's blond hair had glittered in the sun. He thought about how much Quatre had been like a rose, beautiful, fragile, and gentle, with just a hint of strength and protection. It had been almost a year since he had died, but he still missed him. He had been more like a brother then any one else he had ever known. Thinking of him made Duo cry and the silent tears steamed down his face. He felt a soft touch on his arm. Duo glanced over and saw a dazzling white rose being handed to him. Startled he looked up and saw Trowa standing beside him. He took the rose and Trowa sat down next to him. As he took the rose his finger snagged on a thorn. Drops of blood and tears fell together onto the rose , turning it from white to pale pink and finally to dark red, the color of love. Trowa leaned over and wiped his tears away. Then almost hesitantly he embraced him and gave him a small kiss. Duo leaned into his embrace and felt contented. They fell asleep that way and neither would remember the way the rose bush seemed to smile at the sight of them together. When they woke up the sun was shining and the white rose bush was gone. In its place was a single red rose. A rose that was as red as blood, and as clear as tears. Hand in hand the couple returned to the house to start their new life together.
by Kit So
White Roses by Moonlight
It was late in the evening and Trowa couldn't sleep. There was a full moon so he thought he'd take a walk in the garden of the house he shared with, Heero, Duo, and Wufei. Quatre had also lived here. But he had died almost a year earlier. Each of the Gundam pilots had taken his death hard, but Trowa and Duo had taken it the hardest. That was probably because Quatre had excepted Duo from the beginning, and never ridiculed the fact that he had long hair and sometimes was mistaken for a girl, like the others sometimes did. It was also because Trowa and Quatre were good friends and Quatre always helped Trowa out. Walking along the garden path he heard a muffled sound. He turned and quietly pushed aside a tree branch. Duo was sitting on a rock near the small river that ran through the garden. Trowa stood and watched him. He reached up an undid his hair. It tumbled down his back and shoulders in thick brown waves. The moonlight hit and illuminated his face making him look like an angel. He stood up and his loose robe slipped of his shoulders. Trowa looked away blushing until he realized he was wearing a bathing suit. He entered the water and floated looking up at the silver orb that was the moon. He sat there for a long while. When he finally left the water he put his robe back on and sat down on the rock. Across the river stood a bush of white roses. They glittered in the moonlight like Quatre's blond hair had glittered in the sun. He thought about how much Quatre had been like a rose, beautiful, fragile, and gentle, with just a hint of strength and protection. It had been almost a year since he had died, but he still missed him. He had been more like a brother then any one else he had ever known. Thinking of him made Duo cry and the silent tears steamed down his face. He felt a soft touch on his arm. Duo glanced over and saw a dazzling white rose being handed to him. Startled he looked up and saw Trowa standing beside him. He took the rose and Trowa sat down next to him. As he took the rose his finger snagged on a thorn. Drops of blood and tears fell together onto the rose , turning it from white to pale pink and finally to dark red, the color of love. Trowa leaned over and wiped his tears away. Then almost hesitantly he embraced him and gave him a small kiss. Duo leaned into his embrace and felt contented. They fell asleep that way and neither would remember the way the rose bush seemed to smile at the sight of them together. When they woke up the sun was shining and the white rose bush was gone. In its place was a single red rose. A rose that was as red as blood, and as clear as tears. Hand in hand the couple returned to the house to start their new life together.
by Kit So