Disclaimer: Ok, don't own Gundam Wing, if we did wouldn't we be trying to
make money off it? If you want to sue, go ahead. I'm sure you can come up
with a better use for paper clips and gum wrappers than we can.
Authors' notes: Yes it's "authors'," there are two of us writing this, Fire and Wind. Wind is writing the letters from Quatre, and Fire is writing the letters from Trowa, in case you even care. The first six chapters or so will be fairly short, but just bear with us. The later chapters should be a lot longer due to the fact that they won't be written in letter format anymore.
Rating: PG, maybe to change to PG-13 later.
Warnings: Yes this fic contains shounen-ai, so if that offends you, you can make use of that little button on your browser labeled "back." Oh, and possibly mild angst.
Oh, if anyone can think of a better name for this fic, please notify us!
One Year Later
A.C. 197
Trowa sighed as he headed back to his trailer after practicing his routine. It had been a long day. Cathy had disappeared earlier in the practice, so he had been left to take care of everything himself.
He was surprised when he found a letter by his door. He wasn't used to getting mail, after all he didn't really know that many people, and none of the pilots had bothered to contact him after the war. He was just Nanashi again.
He sighed as he picked up the letter and went inside. He grabbed a drink, then sat down to see who the letter was from. His eyes widened in surprise.
Quatre?
He opened it up hurriedly.
March 11
Hello, Trowa! It's been a while, hasn't it? I got your address form Duo the other day, and decided to see how you were doing. Are you still in the circus, or have you moved on to other things? I'll really miss your performances if you're not.
Well things are going fairly well with Winner Enterprises. I was recently named president of the company, and I've hardly had any time to myself lately. Most people think I'm too young for the job, so I get a lot of hard time about it.
It's strange, I've been starting to miss Sandrock. Even though I'm glad fighting the war is behind me, I still find myself missing all the action and everything. I don't think I'll ever fully forget it. Or all of you guys. Duo's dropped by a lot, but I haven't seen you, Heero, or Wufei since the war. It's sort of lonely being in the office all day, even with twenty-nine sisters to keep me company. One can only take so much of that.
Well I hope you're doing well. Say hi to Cathy for me!
~Quatre
PS~ I couldn't seem to contact you via email. Did you change your address?
He quickly got out a pen and started writing.
Quatre stared out of the window of his office, watching the rain that had been falling for several days now. It was about time to head home, but he didn't really want to go home in this weather. He sighed and stood up, stretching. He put away the remaining paperwork and went home, his mood as gloomy as the weather.
He stopped by the mailbox.
"Bills, ads, more bills, job applications, even more bills..." he stopped at the next letter.
"Trowa?"
The other mail forgotten, he rushed inside, sat down, and started reading.
March 14
Hey, Quatre.
It really has been a while. Figures Duo would have my address; he's been flirting with Cathy. Yes, I'm still in the circus, but I want to get out of here. This place starts to get to you after a while.
Congratulations on becoming president of Winner Enterprises. I'm sure you make a wonderful president, don't let them tell you you're not.
I understand that you miss Sandrock. I miss Heavyarms, too. Sometimes I'd actually rather be fighting in the war again than be here at the circus. The war was so tragic, but I know I will never be completely whole without Heavyarms and the other pilots.
My new email address is tbarton@travelingcircus.uk. Not very creative, I know. I've never really been a creative person.
~Trowa
PS~ I've missed you very much. Perhaps you can make room in your busy schedule to visit the circus. We're coming in early May. Do you think the president of Winner Enterprises would let a clown in a traveling circus take him out to dinner?
Quatre quickly went to grab a pen and some paper. Maybe today wasn't such a bad day, after all...
Tbc
So how was it? It gets better, we promise! The first chapter was sort of an introductory thing; there will be a lot more to the story. Please r&r, and ideas for the title will be greatly appreciated!
Fire_Wind
Authors' notes: Yes it's "authors'," there are two of us writing this, Fire and Wind. Wind is writing the letters from Quatre, and Fire is writing the letters from Trowa, in case you even care. The first six chapters or so will be fairly short, but just bear with us. The later chapters should be a lot longer due to the fact that they won't be written in letter format anymore.
Rating: PG, maybe to change to PG-13 later.
Warnings: Yes this fic contains shounen-ai, so if that offends you, you can make use of that little button on your browser labeled "back." Oh, and possibly mild angst.
Oh, if anyone can think of a better name for this fic, please notify us!
One Year Later
A.C. 197
Trowa sighed as he headed back to his trailer after practicing his routine. It had been a long day. Cathy had disappeared earlier in the practice, so he had been left to take care of everything himself.
He was surprised when he found a letter by his door. He wasn't used to getting mail, after all he didn't really know that many people, and none of the pilots had bothered to contact him after the war. He was just Nanashi again.
He sighed as he picked up the letter and went inside. He grabbed a drink, then sat down to see who the letter was from. His eyes widened in surprise.
Quatre?
He opened it up hurriedly.
March 11
Hello, Trowa! It's been a while, hasn't it? I got your address form Duo the other day, and decided to see how you were doing. Are you still in the circus, or have you moved on to other things? I'll really miss your performances if you're not.
Well things are going fairly well with Winner Enterprises. I was recently named president of the company, and I've hardly had any time to myself lately. Most people think I'm too young for the job, so I get a lot of hard time about it.
It's strange, I've been starting to miss Sandrock. Even though I'm glad fighting the war is behind me, I still find myself missing all the action and everything. I don't think I'll ever fully forget it. Or all of you guys. Duo's dropped by a lot, but I haven't seen you, Heero, or Wufei since the war. It's sort of lonely being in the office all day, even with twenty-nine sisters to keep me company. One can only take so much of that.
Well I hope you're doing well. Say hi to Cathy for me!
~Quatre
PS~ I couldn't seem to contact you via email. Did you change your address?
He quickly got out a pen and started writing.
Quatre stared out of the window of his office, watching the rain that had been falling for several days now. It was about time to head home, but he didn't really want to go home in this weather. He sighed and stood up, stretching. He put away the remaining paperwork and went home, his mood as gloomy as the weather.
He stopped by the mailbox.
"Bills, ads, more bills, job applications, even more bills..." he stopped at the next letter.
"Trowa?"
The other mail forgotten, he rushed inside, sat down, and started reading.
March 14
Hey, Quatre.
It really has been a while. Figures Duo would have my address; he's been flirting with Cathy. Yes, I'm still in the circus, but I want to get out of here. This place starts to get to you after a while.
Congratulations on becoming president of Winner Enterprises. I'm sure you make a wonderful president, don't let them tell you you're not.
I understand that you miss Sandrock. I miss Heavyarms, too. Sometimes I'd actually rather be fighting in the war again than be here at the circus. The war was so tragic, but I know I will never be completely whole without Heavyarms and the other pilots.
My new email address is tbarton@travelingcircus.uk. Not very creative, I know. I've never really been a creative person.
~Trowa
PS~ I've missed you very much. Perhaps you can make room in your busy schedule to visit the circus. We're coming in early May. Do you think the president of Winner Enterprises would let a clown in a traveling circus take him out to dinner?
Quatre quickly went to grab a pen and some paper. Maybe today wasn't such a bad day, after all...
Tbc
So how was it? It gets better, we promise! The first chapter was sort of an introductory thing; there will be a lot more to the story. Please r&r, and ideas for the title will be greatly appreciated!
Fire_Wind