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Quatre's Heartache
By Kiyoko
Chapter 1:Reflections
The war had just ended and the Gundam pilots were on a well-deserved break. All 5 pilots had returned to earth and were now taking residence in one of the Winner's many mansions. The end of the war had been a huge relief for Quatre. There would be no more blood shed, his hands were already stained with blood. The war had made him stronger and he was no longer that weakling he was when he first piloted the Sandrock, although he was still the most kind and compassionate of the Gundam pilots.
Quatre was still re-cooperating from the huge gash that Dorothy had given him. 'Dorothy', he wondered where she was now that the war was over. Where did she go and what did she do? That was none of his concern. But it was, and Quatre knew it. He was somehow connected to her. Maybe it was the last few moments they were in Libra together. Quatre had connected with Dorothy and he touched her… changed her. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that their destinies were combined, that they had to do with each other. 'I know that she got off Libra ok, but where did she go?' he thought to himself.
Trowa walked into his bedroom and saw the serious look on the Arabian pilot's face.
"Quatre are you ok?" Trowa asked. 'Trowa my very best friend, he helped me get off Libra, …My friend'
"I'm fine Trowa, don't worry about me, I'm doing fine."
"How is your injury?" Trowa questioned.
"It's getting much better. Soon I will be back to normal" Quatre smiled at Trowa and it was one of those few moments when Trowa returned a small smile. How could he deny quatre a smile? He was his best friend and he cared for him.
A month or two had gone by and Quatre was completely healed except for a small unsightly scar on his soft stomach. For the past two months something fad been nagging him: Dorothy. She was all that he could think about. The incident on Libra replayed in his mind over and over again. Dorothy's sweet face turned into a look of horror and defeat. He had shown her the truth and it was too much for her. Quatre had to find her, he had to settle his mind or he would go crazy. What was it that he felt for her? Could it be love? He hardly knew her. There had always been something about her. Something else had been pulling at his mind; did she feel the same way? Every time he had seen her at the Sanc Kingdom her eyes seemed to soften when she looked at him. 'Those eyes' Quatre thought 'they were always so beautiful, especially when she looked into mine.'
"Get out of my head!" Quatre screamed as he clutched the sides of his head and fell to the floor. The whole world seemed to shutter as he screamed. Soon Duo and Trowa ran out onto Quatre's balcony to find him kneeling on the cold concrete surface. Trowa quickly moved to the small pilot's side and put a warm arm around his shoulders.
"Quatre, what's going on?" Trowa quietly said.
"I need to find her." Quatre was almost hysterical.
"Who?" Trowa asked.
"I need her!"
"Who?" Trowa was beginning to get angry.
"Her." Quatre muttered.
"WHO????!!!!!!" Trowa yelled. Trowa's yelling startled both Quatre and Duo. Quatre turned to look Trowa in the face. The blonde's expression changed and looked at Trowa in disbelief. 'He didn't know who he was talking about.'
"Dorothy, who else?" Quatre was now hysterical and delusional. Trowa picked Quatre up into his strong arms and carried him inside. Quatre just relaxed in Trowa's arms, let him carry him inside and place him in his bed.
"Just get some rest and we can talk in the morning" Trowa reassured Quatre. He just starred into Trowa's eyes and took his advice. What Quatre didn't know at the time was that his dreams wouldn't let him rest. They would bother him throughout the night. Duo and Trowa exited Quatre's room and closed the door.
"What was that all about?" Duo asked Trowa.
"I don't know, all I know is that something has been on Quatre's mind lately. He always is in deep thought and I'm guessing that It's about Dorothy" Duo nodded and they headed down stairs into the living room, well one of them. Heero looked up from the paper he was reading.
"What was all the yelling about?" he asked. Duo told him about everything that happened. Heero just continued to read the paper. Trowa headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and made his way back up-stairs to Quatre's room. He quietly opened the door and sat down in a huge armchair by Quatre's bed. The troubled one was already asleep. Soon Trowa nodded off to sleep. He would be there if Quatre needed anything.
In the morning Trowa was awoken by Quatre's scream.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" He shouted. Trowa eyes opened immediately. Quatre quickly sat up in the bed. ' It was only a dream.' He thought to himself. It was after that moment when he realized Trowa sitting in the chair.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Were you hear all night?" Trowa nodded his head.
"Are you ready to talk?"
"Yeah, let's talk." Quatre replied"
A/N: pretend that Endless Waltz never happened. I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible if I get some good reviews.
Quatre's Heartache
By Kiyoko
Chapter 1:Reflections
The war had just ended and the Gundam pilots were on a well-deserved break. All 5 pilots had returned to earth and were now taking residence in one of the Winner's many mansions. The end of the war had been a huge relief for Quatre. There would be no more blood shed, his hands were already stained with blood. The war had made him stronger and he was no longer that weakling he was when he first piloted the Sandrock, although he was still the most kind and compassionate of the Gundam pilots.
Quatre was still re-cooperating from the huge gash that Dorothy had given him. 'Dorothy', he wondered where she was now that the war was over. Where did she go and what did she do? That was none of his concern. But it was, and Quatre knew it. He was somehow connected to her. Maybe it was the last few moments they were in Libra together. Quatre had connected with Dorothy and he touched her… changed her. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that their destinies were combined, that they had to do with each other. 'I know that she got off Libra ok, but where did she go?' he thought to himself.
Trowa walked into his bedroom and saw the serious look on the Arabian pilot's face.
"Quatre are you ok?" Trowa asked. 'Trowa my very best friend, he helped me get off Libra, …My friend'
"I'm fine Trowa, don't worry about me, I'm doing fine."
"How is your injury?" Trowa questioned.
"It's getting much better. Soon I will be back to normal" Quatre smiled at Trowa and it was one of those few moments when Trowa returned a small smile. How could he deny quatre a smile? He was his best friend and he cared for him.
A month or two had gone by and Quatre was completely healed except for a small unsightly scar on his soft stomach. For the past two months something fad been nagging him: Dorothy. She was all that he could think about. The incident on Libra replayed in his mind over and over again. Dorothy's sweet face turned into a look of horror and defeat. He had shown her the truth and it was too much for her. Quatre had to find her, he had to settle his mind or he would go crazy. What was it that he felt for her? Could it be love? He hardly knew her. There had always been something about her. Something else had been pulling at his mind; did she feel the same way? Every time he had seen her at the Sanc Kingdom her eyes seemed to soften when she looked at him. 'Those eyes' Quatre thought 'they were always so beautiful, especially when she looked into mine.'
"Get out of my head!" Quatre screamed as he clutched the sides of his head and fell to the floor. The whole world seemed to shutter as he screamed. Soon Duo and Trowa ran out onto Quatre's balcony to find him kneeling on the cold concrete surface. Trowa quickly moved to the small pilot's side and put a warm arm around his shoulders.
"Quatre, what's going on?" Trowa quietly said.
"I need to find her." Quatre was almost hysterical.
"Who?" Trowa asked.
"I need her!"
"Who?" Trowa was beginning to get angry.
"Her." Quatre muttered.
"WHO????!!!!!!" Trowa yelled. Trowa's yelling startled both Quatre and Duo. Quatre turned to look Trowa in the face. The blonde's expression changed and looked at Trowa in disbelief. 'He didn't know who he was talking about.'
"Dorothy, who else?" Quatre was now hysterical and delusional. Trowa picked Quatre up into his strong arms and carried him inside. Quatre just relaxed in Trowa's arms, let him carry him inside and place him in his bed.
"Just get some rest and we can talk in the morning" Trowa reassured Quatre. He just starred into Trowa's eyes and took his advice. What Quatre didn't know at the time was that his dreams wouldn't let him rest. They would bother him throughout the night. Duo and Trowa exited Quatre's room and closed the door.
"What was that all about?" Duo asked Trowa.
"I don't know, all I know is that something has been on Quatre's mind lately. He always is in deep thought and I'm guessing that It's about Dorothy" Duo nodded and they headed down stairs into the living room, well one of them. Heero looked up from the paper he was reading.
"What was all the yelling about?" he asked. Duo told him about everything that happened. Heero just continued to read the paper. Trowa headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and made his way back up-stairs to Quatre's room. He quietly opened the door and sat down in a huge armchair by Quatre's bed. The troubled one was already asleep. Soon Trowa nodded off to sleep. He would be there if Quatre needed anything.
In the morning Trowa was awoken by Quatre's scream.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" He shouted. Trowa eyes opened immediately. Quatre quickly sat up in the bed. ' It was only a dream.' He thought to himself. It was after that moment when he realized Trowa sitting in the chair.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Were you hear all night?" Trowa nodded his head.
"Are you ready to talk?"
"Yeah, let's talk." Quatre replied"
A/N: pretend that Endless Waltz never happened. I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible if I get some good reviews.