Title: Iria's Nightmare
Pairing: 1x2, 3x4
Warning: yaoi, shonen-ai, songfic, Trowa torture, mention of blood a lot, violence, action
Disclaimers: I don't own, so don't care, don't sue, and don't give a jolly-well-damn whether you like it or not.
Songfic Song: 'Go With The Flow' by Queens of the Stone Age
Iria's Nightmare
Part 1
Trowa stood in the main foyer, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. His usual stance. As students move through the hallway to get to their next training class, some give Trowa peculiar looks as to why he's just standing there. But of course, Trowa ignores them as he's been doing for the past week since he's been there,
//I wonder what's holding him. // Trowa thought to himself. He was waiting for Quatre to return from his dorm, having left a book there for his next class. He was starting to wonder what was taking him so long. Just then, the Sandrock Pilot walked up to him. Trowa opened his eyes and snapped out of his thought. As they both began to make their way down the hallway, Trowa sneaks a glimpse at the Arabian Pilot.
Trowa could tell that something was bothering Quatre, so he gave him a puzzling look. Quatre sensed that he was being watched, but only gave him a quick glance to avoid looking into the Latin Pilot's eyes. Trowa let out a sigh.
In order to break the silence, Quatre decided to start a conversation that is if he could. Quatre knew that Trowa wasn't the socializing type. "Trowa . . ."
"Hn . . .?" Trowa sighed in respond, "What is it Quatre?"
"I'm sorry I took so long…I …I got a phone call."
"From who?"
"My sister . . . Iria . . ."
Quatre fell silent as Trowa's mood changed and his eyes turned slightly cold.
"What'd she call for?"
"Well . . ." Quatre fell silent once again.
"What is it?"
"Well . . .She said that she hasn't seen me in a long time so…so she's coming over here and is taking the position of the school nurse so she can be near me more often. . . ."
Trowa felt slightly annoyed "What?"
"I…I tried to tell her not to come because we were on a mission, but she insisted and said she wouldn't get in the way. I'm sorry Trowa, but she wouldn't listen."
"Hnn . . . I know it isn't your fault, Quatre."
"I'm still sorry! . . . um . . . I know you don't like it when she teases you about you having amnesia earlier during the war."
You see ever since Trowa recovered from amnesia previously in the war, Iria has been taunting him endlessly about it. She's been teasing him and has called him names like 'Amnesia Boy'.
Trowa knew that it wasn't Quatre's fault, what's more; Quatre had shown him what true happiness was. He had given him a reason to live until the very end of the war.
Trowa sensed Quatre's uneasiness and tried to think of something reassuring to say.
"It's okay Quatre. I'm not upset about it; I just don't want to botch our mission."
Quatre could tell that Trowa wasn't being completely truthful. His ability to sense others emotions told him this. Even though Quatre trusted Trowa and the rest of the Gundam Pilots with his life, he still hadn't told them about his special gift. The only ones who knew about his ability were his family and Professor H.
Quatre looked Trowa in the eye. He hated when Trowa got sad. For some reason, every time Trowa felt sad or depressed, Quatre would feel it in his heart. He couldn't stand to see him suffer. Quatre felt as if there was a connection between them. Could he be attracted to Trowa? //Heero and Duo have been together for about a month now. Would it be wrong if Trowa and I got together as well? //
Trowa was beginning to feel uncomfortable with Quatre just staring at him like this. "anou… Quatre, Daijoubu ka?"
"Oh...anou, hai." Quatre hadn't realized that he'd been staring at the Heavyarms pilot for so long. He was about to ask Trowa something when the bell rang. "Well I'll see you in the cafeteria." Trowa nodded as they split in the hall to go to their classes.
***
In the cafeteria, everyone was chatting and socializing with one another being that it was only the second week of school. Trowa and Quatre were sitting at a corner table eating mutely.
Some people tried to get to be on familiar terms with the two, but to no a fail. They wouldn't converse to anyone. Quatre felt badly for doing this to his fellow students, but he knew that there was good reason for it. Plus, they wouldn't be there long anyway to get to know anyone.
Trowa felt a need to start a discussion he whispered, "Well, I guess I better enjoy the peace while it lasts."
"Yea. Hey, did Heero send you any information about or upcoming mission?"
"No. I haven't received any mail from him since this morning. Even though it would help if he did."
"Well, you know how he is. He and Duo are probably having some free time together or something."
Feeling a need to change the subject, "Hey, we have to finish reloading or Gundams before the others arrive and this seems like a good time to do it since we don't have anymore classes"
"Yeah, okay." They both got up and left the cafeteria.
***
When they reached the current safehouse where their Gundams were kept, the two pilots got right to work. Quatre was reloading the explosives, while Trowa was hacking into OZ's largest data base to see what they were up to. Suddenly, something new popped up on the screen. Trowa read the file carefully and was in a state of shock. "What the…?" Quatre looked up from his work as a response to the sudden outburst. "What's wrong?"
"OZ is planning on attacking the school."
"What?!? Why?"
"They consider the school a threat because the students here are learning mobile suit combat and leadership. But why would they do that? I mean, what would you expect from a military school?"
"Hmm…I guess it because they want to delete any possible threat that will harm the Romerfeller Foundation. But still, this school is no threat to them, so why would they attack?"
"No idea, but we have to stop them. They are planning to attack the school at 021 hours."
"Convenient, they're planning to assail after curfew so they won't be noticed. Everyone will be in their dorms by that time. I'm almost done reloading the explosives, so we'll be prepared for when they attack."
"Looks like we have our own mission to take accountability for now."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. If this school is destroyed before we even get to accomplish our approaching mission, then we'll have to find a whole new school to attend in order to finish the job."
"So we mustn't have any casualties during this mission. It wouldn't be rational. We must not give OZ a reason to attack the school."
"Right." Quatre and Trowa finished their preparations in the next few hours and by 019 hundred hours they were in the woods near the school waiting for the enemy. "Hey Quatre, have you picked up any mobile suits on your sensors?"
"No, not yet, you?"
"Well, I picked up a couple of Leo's about 40 miles from here."
"Are they OZ troops?"
"It's hard to tell. They may be heading towards the school, but if they were, they're taking a round-about-root just to get here."
"I'm guessing that they're trying not to get noticed."
About 30 minutes later the OZ troops had reached the school and were ready to attack. "Quatre, I've picked up four Aries, eight Leo's and four Taurus. I'll take the ones on the far left and you take the right." Quatre nodded and turned his open communication screen off. The Arabian took out his swords and began destroying OZ's Leo's.
Meanwhile, Trowa was destroying OZ's Aries and some Taurus'. He shot down two of them, but one came from behind and shot at his right leg. Trowa was now at a disadvantage and was in no position to attack. His right leg was now immobile. "Hey Trowa, can you hear me?" Trowa heard Quatre's voice over the open communication line.
"Yeah, but my right leg is immobile. I can't move."
"Can you still fight?"
"Yeah."
"Then I'll attract the Aries and you attack the remaining Leo's."
Before Trowa could respond, Quatre had turned off the communication line between the two. //Why is he doing this? He's a kind person and is very strong during serious situations. You can see it in his eyes. Those beautiful sapphire eyes… //
Trowa destroyed the last remaining Leo and his eyes widened. //Am I attracted to Quatre? // A tiny trickle of blood slid down the Latin Pilots face. Falling until it approached his chin and fell onto his jeans. Trowa didn't notice that he had a wound on his forehead that was bleeding rapidly. At that moment Quatre opened his communication line. "Hey, Trowa you okay?"
"Yeah, let's go."
"Trowa you're bleeding." The Arabian said in concern. "I'll patch it up for you when we get back."
All the Latin Pilot could do was nod. He had never thought of Quatre in that way. At least he thought. Trowa and Quatre usually ended pairing up during missions. He enjoyed his company.
Trowa was now beginning to realize that he had feelings for the young blond. He had feelings for him ever since they first met. Now Trowa was beginning to wonder if Quatre felt the same way. The two pilots took off towards their current safehouse to drop off their Gundams.
"Man OZ put up a good fight." The Arabian Pilot jumped out of his Gundam.
The Latin pilot jumped out as well. "Well at last the school didn't notice what was happening."
"But they will notice the debris in the backyard of the school."
"Yeah, but that doesn't concern us."
Trowa nodded and followed Quatre's lead out of the hanger.
***
When they arrived at the school, the two Gundam Pilots had to sneak in, in order to be unnoticed. It was after curfew. When they reached their dorm, they slowly opened the door in order not to make a sound.
Trowa sat on his bed while Quatre took out the first aid kit to bandage up his comrade's wound. Quatre waited for permission to start. Trowa gave a quick nod and let the Quatre clean his wound. The bandaging was a slow process because the cut was on Trowa's forehead. Because of this Quatre was also being very gentle with his patient, since the cut was near Trowa's temple. // I wonder were Quatre comes from. // Trowa thought to himself. // He battles so hard and yet seems to be so gentle. // "I wonder how he feels when he fights." Trowa said his thought aloud and Quatre looked up from his work as response to the remark.
"Huh? What was that, Trowa?" Quatre asked this with a little curiosity in his voice.
Trowa didn't mean to say his thoughts aloud, but since Quatre heard anyway, there was no use at trying to change the subject. "Quatre, how do you feel when you fight?"
"Anou…well… Personally, I'm not the fighting type. I hate fighting and destroying other people."
"Then, why is it you fight?"
Quatre stopped what he was doing and sat down with a very serious look on his face. "The colonies killed my father and I'm still mad for them for doing so. And as you know, back then I wanted to pay them back for what they had done."
Quatre took a moment to bring the pieces from his memory back together. "But even so, the colonies cannot be sacrificed. I fight for the colonies and for the peace that can be attained in the future between the colonies and the Earth. I came from a family who totally supported the rights of pacifism. My father had always taught me that fighting is never the answer in any situation in peace or in war. But when Professor H offered me a chance to fight for the colonies, I couldn't refuse. I finally realized that some battles must be fought . . . that sometimes there must be a winner and a loser after a battle. Some battles are worth fighting no matter what the cost. I went through many harsh and severe combat training and have disinherited myself to come to the Earth and fight."
Quatre felt his eyes start to burn and a small tear fell from his eye. "When I finally saw my father for the first time since I had left on my Gundam to fight on Earth…he was disappointed that I had disobeyed him and left to go fight. He said that murder weapons and tools for massacre aren't needed to attain peace. I myself knew that he was right, but in this war, there is no choice but to fight. This war won't end until there is a final victor. Before he died, he had asked me to promise him that I would never fight in a mobile suit again, but I never answered and never had the chance to because he was destroyed right before my eyes soon afterward…"
Quatre wiped away the tears that had fallen down his face, but more tears kept coming and he could hold them back no longer. So he just let them fall and sat on Trowa's bed staring at the air space in front of him. Now Trowa felt awful for asking the question. He hated when the Arabian pilot was dismal. Trowa felt as if he were the reason for Quatre's suffering. Trowa moved a little closer to Quatre and allowed him to lay his head on is thigh. "I'm sorry." Trowa whispered in Quatre's ear. After a moment, Trowa wasn't expecting a reply and was about to get up, but then Quatre answered. "Don't be… It's not your fault. You didn't know."
Trowa stroked Quatre's soft blonde hair. "I shouldn't have asked. It was none of my business."
Quatre looked up, "It's okay… I would have had to tell somebody this anyway." Quatre laid his head back down.
Trowa felt comfortable with the Arabian Pilot laying on him. Trowa could feel the warmth from Quatre's cheek. He stared at him for a while. // He's so beautiful…Just like an angel… // by that moment, a flash of pain came from his cut on his forehead.
Trowa accidentally let a grunt of pain escape from his lips. Quatre looked up. "Oh, let me finish that for you"
"No it's okay, I can do the rest."
"Okay…" Quatre laid his head back done and closed his eyes. He felt comfortable with Trowa around and Quatre was beginning to understand that he really did like the Latin Pilot. It was about 15 minutes later when Quatre had fallen asleep. Trowa had just about finished his bandaging and was about to go to sleep as well. But Trowa didn't want to disturb the Arabian pilot from his slumber so he sat there and leaned against the headboard of the bed to try and get some sleep himself.
***
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