[[[You all know that I don't own Gundam Wing. Is there really a purpose of
saying it? Oh well = I SO do not own Gundam Wing. There.
WARNING: I really find no purpose for this either, but I thought it might be 'polite' to warn you that this fan-fiction contains shounen ai (male homosexual activity), and anyone bothered by this can go away. I DO NOT believe that the G-boys are gay!!!!! This is a fan FICTION.
Hey! Want to see a pretty picture about this fic? Go to my page http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/fanq/m/a/mary2/the_window_seat.jpg.html to see the cover to my story! Yah!]]]
The Window Seat by Ana Mei
Chapter 1 - "Snow Falling"
Outside the window of the apartment the snow flakes danced with each other as they fell to the earth. From the time they left the clouds until they met with the ground, they reigned with beauty and happiness. Three feet of pure white powder graced the earth at the time, hiding the dirty, barren concrete.
Yet despite the beauty of the night, Quatre Raberba Winner sat on the window sill of the living room looking out with contempt contorting his usually kind face. What business did the snow have, looking so warm and beautiful when it was, in fact, cold and hard?
Few knew this side of the young Gundam pilot. When he was at home, where the people of the cities around him slept along with the sun, he was content to do the same. However, here in America, in big cities such as this, he found no peace as the buildings and people in them were still in motion, even in the snow. And this night, above most other nights, it was imperative that he get a good night's rest. It was one of the few and most important ways to prepare for a unknown incoming assignment from headquarters. Yet awake by himself, all he could think about was the emptiness around him, the overwhelming hatred that radiated from people, and the love that no one had ever shown him. Being alone made his attitude spin and his deeply hidden fear and anger rise before his eyes.
----
In his own room, where he usually cherished the solitude and quiet after a long day at work, Duo Maxwell openly cursed the falling snow for the third time that night. It looked so damned romantic, fluttering to the ground in an intricate dance.
During the first few weeks following the day that his love said her last goodbyes to him, Duo found no problems going on with life. Hilde had decided to leave Duo without any notice, or reason. He found an empty room that had once belonged to his love, but no sign of her. It was better this way, he convinced himself, because the life of a Gundam pilot is never guaranteed to continue.
Yet on dark cold nights like this, sitting alone in his room, he felt filled to the brim with emotion meant for someone he loved that he could never release now. His head spun with the intense emotion and, not for the first time, resigned to silently crying for the one he had loved and the nothingness that he was now stuck with.
----
Quatre was not used to feeling such powerful fear and anger. Tonight, for some reason, it had more strength than ever before. Perhaps it was the fact that he really was not alone, that four other bodies resided in the apartment. One feels the most alone when other people are close by. Especially so when one of the other persons had meant so much to him, yet determinedly did not share the sentiment.
He shook his head frantically. *Stop this foolishness! You will NOT waste another minute thinking of him in that way!*
Suddenly, the option of freedom from this emotional hell swooped upon him like a tidal wave. The thought plagued him, dug into his skin and pulled at his heart. There is an easier way, it claimed, easier than living through this. As he always did, Quatre fought the idea furiously, but this night, with Trowa in the first room in the hallway, he knew he could not keep up the fight very well by himself.
Searching for something, *anything*, to pull his thoughts away, he stood up and walked gradually away from the picturesque snow scene outside to his own room. With no idea what he could find to help him in there that he had not already tried before going out to the living room, he opened his door. Pausing on the threshold for a moment, he distinctly heard a very powerful curse come from the room across the hall. Was that.Duo? The opportunity struck him as miraculous. His blue pajamas brushed his skin and his blonde hair swung as he spun around and lightly opened his friend's door a crack. "Duo?" Quatre whispered through the crack. "Are you awake?"
WARNING: I really find no purpose for this either, but I thought it might be 'polite' to warn you that this fan-fiction contains shounen ai (male homosexual activity), and anyone bothered by this can go away. I DO NOT believe that the G-boys are gay!!!!! This is a fan FICTION.
Hey! Want to see a pretty picture about this fic? Go to my page http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/fanq/m/a/mary2/the_window_seat.jpg.html to see the cover to my story! Yah!]]]
The Window Seat by Ana Mei
Chapter 1 - "Snow Falling"
Outside the window of the apartment the snow flakes danced with each other as they fell to the earth. From the time they left the clouds until they met with the ground, they reigned with beauty and happiness. Three feet of pure white powder graced the earth at the time, hiding the dirty, barren concrete.
Yet despite the beauty of the night, Quatre Raberba Winner sat on the window sill of the living room looking out with contempt contorting his usually kind face. What business did the snow have, looking so warm and beautiful when it was, in fact, cold and hard?
Few knew this side of the young Gundam pilot. When he was at home, where the people of the cities around him slept along with the sun, he was content to do the same. However, here in America, in big cities such as this, he found no peace as the buildings and people in them were still in motion, even in the snow. And this night, above most other nights, it was imperative that he get a good night's rest. It was one of the few and most important ways to prepare for a unknown incoming assignment from headquarters. Yet awake by himself, all he could think about was the emptiness around him, the overwhelming hatred that radiated from people, and the love that no one had ever shown him. Being alone made his attitude spin and his deeply hidden fear and anger rise before his eyes.
----
In his own room, where he usually cherished the solitude and quiet after a long day at work, Duo Maxwell openly cursed the falling snow for the third time that night. It looked so damned romantic, fluttering to the ground in an intricate dance.
During the first few weeks following the day that his love said her last goodbyes to him, Duo found no problems going on with life. Hilde had decided to leave Duo without any notice, or reason. He found an empty room that had once belonged to his love, but no sign of her. It was better this way, he convinced himself, because the life of a Gundam pilot is never guaranteed to continue.
Yet on dark cold nights like this, sitting alone in his room, he felt filled to the brim with emotion meant for someone he loved that he could never release now. His head spun with the intense emotion and, not for the first time, resigned to silently crying for the one he had loved and the nothingness that he was now stuck with.
----
Quatre was not used to feeling such powerful fear and anger. Tonight, for some reason, it had more strength than ever before. Perhaps it was the fact that he really was not alone, that four other bodies resided in the apartment. One feels the most alone when other people are close by. Especially so when one of the other persons had meant so much to him, yet determinedly did not share the sentiment.
He shook his head frantically. *Stop this foolishness! You will NOT waste another minute thinking of him in that way!*
Suddenly, the option of freedom from this emotional hell swooped upon him like a tidal wave. The thought plagued him, dug into his skin and pulled at his heart. There is an easier way, it claimed, easier than living through this. As he always did, Quatre fought the idea furiously, but this night, with Trowa in the first room in the hallway, he knew he could not keep up the fight very well by himself.
Searching for something, *anything*, to pull his thoughts away, he stood up and walked gradually away from the picturesque snow scene outside to his own room. With no idea what he could find to help him in there that he had not already tried before going out to the living room, he opened his door. Pausing on the threshold for a moment, he distinctly heard a very powerful curse come from the room across the hall. Was that.Duo? The opportunity struck him as miraculous. His blue pajamas brushed his skin and his blonde hair swung as he spun around and lightly opened his friend's door a crack. "Duo?" Quatre whispered through the crack. "Are you awake?"