No flames please this one hit wonder fanfic was written out of pure boredom
mixed with coca cola. So yea I hope you like it but don't be expecting any
miracles ok? Oh and no I do not own gundam wing... just the tools I happily
torture the characters from said show with.
And God Won't Spare His Angels
I waited for him to come home. I had been waiting for hours and was starting to get worried. He was seldom if ever late without prior notice. My punctual little angel. I sighed and turned off the stove. If he was going to be late there was no real point in starting supper now was there? He worked at Relena's office making sure everything went smoothly. It was the best way to make sure his ideas were heard. Myself, I worked wherever as of recently. Since leaving the circus and Catherine I have been a little lost. Without my bright angel to guide me I would have fallen several times by now.
I know I can count on Quatre to always be there, and I'm not sure how I would live without his bright cheery smile to light my mornings. He seldom asks for anything besides the bare necessities. Money is not a problem considering he is from the winner family but he still seldom asks. Despite what is sometimes believed of him when it comes to his own wants and sometimes needs he can be quite thrifty.
It was then that the telephone rang. I picked it up gingerly waiting for the explanation behind staying at work but it was not my sweet angel's voice that answered my hello. It was a woman. I figured it must be a wrong number until she asked for Mr. Trowa Barton. My face turned pale but little did I know the devastating news she was about to deliver.
"Speaking." I responded coolly trying to keep the panic from my voice. The voice dropped a little to a tone I know well. A tone I loathe with every fibre of my being. Sympathy. "Are you aware of Mr. Quatre Winner's accident?" My face turned about three shades paler. What accident? I wasn't informed of any accident! How? Quatre never drinks and drives he is very responsible... he rarely drinks at all in fact. I backed up a step falling onto the couch. "No I wasn't I.... Oh my god..." The lady sighed. "It figures... the police never think to inform the loved ones before they do their dumb paperwork... well I regret to inform you he did not survive."
I was shocked. Just like that my life was forever changed. My entire world thrown off its axis by four simple words. He. Did. Not. Survive. I may have thanked the nurse for caring before I hung up. I'm not sure but it doesn't really matter anyways does it? After replacing the receiver I walked into the bathroom. I slit my wrists and lay down in the tub, still in my clothes, and closed my eyes and pictured him. Everything perfect about him. My last conscious thought was this. The lord almighty is a vengeful man, for mindless, soul less machines such as myself are permitted to walk his planet but never in all of history did someone innocent and good make it. God won't spare his angels.
Panthers Tear
And God Won't Spare His Angels
I waited for him to come home. I had been waiting for hours and was starting to get worried. He was seldom if ever late without prior notice. My punctual little angel. I sighed and turned off the stove. If he was going to be late there was no real point in starting supper now was there? He worked at Relena's office making sure everything went smoothly. It was the best way to make sure his ideas were heard. Myself, I worked wherever as of recently. Since leaving the circus and Catherine I have been a little lost. Without my bright angel to guide me I would have fallen several times by now.
I know I can count on Quatre to always be there, and I'm not sure how I would live without his bright cheery smile to light my mornings. He seldom asks for anything besides the bare necessities. Money is not a problem considering he is from the winner family but he still seldom asks. Despite what is sometimes believed of him when it comes to his own wants and sometimes needs he can be quite thrifty.
It was then that the telephone rang. I picked it up gingerly waiting for the explanation behind staying at work but it was not my sweet angel's voice that answered my hello. It was a woman. I figured it must be a wrong number until she asked for Mr. Trowa Barton. My face turned pale but little did I know the devastating news she was about to deliver.
"Speaking." I responded coolly trying to keep the panic from my voice. The voice dropped a little to a tone I know well. A tone I loathe with every fibre of my being. Sympathy. "Are you aware of Mr. Quatre Winner's accident?" My face turned about three shades paler. What accident? I wasn't informed of any accident! How? Quatre never drinks and drives he is very responsible... he rarely drinks at all in fact. I backed up a step falling onto the couch. "No I wasn't I.... Oh my god..." The lady sighed. "It figures... the police never think to inform the loved ones before they do their dumb paperwork... well I regret to inform you he did not survive."
I was shocked. Just like that my life was forever changed. My entire world thrown off its axis by four simple words. He. Did. Not. Survive. I may have thanked the nurse for caring before I hung up. I'm not sure but it doesn't really matter anyways does it? After replacing the receiver I walked into the bathroom. I slit my wrists and lay down in the tub, still in my clothes, and closed my eyes and pictured him. Everything perfect about him. My last conscious thought was this. The lord almighty is a vengeful man, for mindless, soul less machines such as myself are permitted to walk his planet but never in all of history did someone innocent and good make it. God won't spare his angels.
Panthers Tear