Hi!! ::Little heart:: my new story! It's sorta cool, I don't think it's TOO terribly trite, do you? Maybe a little…anyway it's a fic about Trowa and Quatre and it's not really shounen ai…if you don't want it to be that is. I came up with the plot during the storm last night…the storm reminded me of Trowa (and that reminded me of…QUATRE!! ::like 8 little hearts:: J) well…that's about it…please review!!! Please! Please!! If you don't I'll have to come out with my "objectionable" story…witch is…rather disturbing. Muahahahaha!!
Alright I admit it…I don't own gundam…I burned down tyler's house… I have issues…I dream about gundam…I don't have a car…or a moped, I have a bike…I can't snap…I'm not a very good rollerblader…and I like the color pink…I can stand relena, but if given the chance I'd kill dorothy in an instant. That's all my admitances for the day…more when I write more!! Muaahahahahhaha! (basicly this was a diverison for my discliamer!) somehow I turned off the spell check!! Hahahaha! I beat it! It must have given up on my bad spelling!! Okay finally the story!….
"The rain is my sadness, the lightning is my anger, the thunder is my pain and the darkness is my past" Trowa whispered to himself as he looked into his dream, his chin resting on the damp windowsill.
"My soul is so hidden behind all this that I would have to walk 1,000 nights in it before I'm free, to overcome my storm is too great a task for me alone" Trowa slid open the window. Rain soaked his hair and face, ran down his neck, he hated being safe in his little house of silence. There was a stinging want to beat the storm; maybe his life would be good.
"Two's always better then one!" called a voice from outside, there stood Quatre wearing a gray raincoat that was all together too big for him, it was almost brushing the muddy ground, he also carried a rather large black umbrella.
"I'm doing this alone" Trowa almost growled at his gentle friend, it didn't even phase him
"So am I, maybe we could help eachother out!" Quatre beamed up through the rain at the pilot in the window. Trowa sighed and tried to shut his window. It was stuck, the rain was invading his safe house and there was nothing he could do about it. He went to the closet, it was empty. He walked back to the window
"How is it you stay so dry in rain like this?" Trowa asked
"My heart, my will, my soul" Quatre tugged on the collar of his coat affectionately.
"But don't worry! My umbrella is big enough for the both of us!" Quatre beamed again and made room for his friend under his umbrella. The rain was soaking the carpet and creeping into the hall. Silence had kept him safe for so long, why not now? Guess there was only one thing to do; he had to face the storm to save his soul.
Trowa woke with a start. The window in the hotel room was securely closed, and rain was pouring down the glass in gray sheets. There was a knock on the door. Trowa answered, there stood Quatre his dark gray raincoat fit him better in real life, and his umbrella wasn't quite as large.
"I was thinking, since we have the weekend off, maybe I would go see some of the old monuments. Would you like to come with me?" Quatre gave one of his killer smiles. Trowa nodded, as much as he didn't want to go into the rain, he just couldn't let Quatre do it alone.
"Great! You'd best get some clothes on first though!" Quatre glanced at Trowa's bare chest and gray boxers. Trowa nodded again and went to find some clothes.
"You're not going to wear a coat or anything?" Quatre looked disapprovingly at Trowa's turtleneck. Trowa shrugged
"I didn't bring one," He said. A smile crept back onto Quatre's lips
"I think I have an extra! It might be a little too small for you…but it's better then nothing!" Quatre ducked into his room and produced a raincoat identical to his own.
"Thanks" Trowa muttered, not showing more feeling than he had to. Trowa put on the coat, it was a little small for him, but it was warm, and when he walked into the rain he was glad he had it.
"Was there ever peace?" Quatre asked innocently as they came upon their third monument, a dark wall inscribed with countless names of fallen soldiers. Moss and a vined plant had covered most of the wall and it was stained and cracked after decades of sun, rain, and no maintenance. Quatre's small form fell to the puddled sidewalk and his hand slid down the wall.
"There's never peace. Peace is a lie, what are we fighting for then?" Quatre hadn't removed his hand from the wall and the rain was soaking his hair, soaking his face and dripping running down his neck in rivulets. "Oh, Quatre, maybe we should go" Trowa whispered
"No! I won't go, whenever there's an opportunity to share your feelings you avoid it! Would it kill you to just…just open up…just be my friend for once? Maybe talk to me a little, I might be able to ease your pain a little? Maybe your life would be good?" his voice got softer through the statement, until it was nearly a whisper, barley audible above the rain. Without his umbrella of purpose, Trowa's rain was hurting Quatre too, and Quatre was taking it, poised to kill his soul in order to save Trowa's.
"Quatre…I- I cant, never, you don't want to be my friend, you don't need to take my pain, you don't…you shouldn't, you can't, I wont let you." Trowa's voice was hot and loud, it cut through the rain like a knife. It cut through Quatre, white wings stained with his own blood, his own blood, his own blood. It was him, he stained his own wings, shed his blood for his friend.
"I do, I will, I'll walk in the rain with you, I will never stop fighting, I will fight for you and we will walk together. Your life could be good, let me help you" Quatre's voice was soft and warm. He wanted to walk in the storm, the umbrella was broken and they were wet, their hair and their faces. And the rain ran down their necks, warm from eachother's heat.
Did ya like it? Okay…now you know what you have to do…review it!
-Naie
Alright I admit it…I don't own gundam…I burned down tyler's house… I have issues…I dream about gundam…I don't have a car…or a moped, I have a bike…I can't snap…I'm not a very good rollerblader…and I like the color pink…I can stand relena, but if given the chance I'd kill dorothy in an instant. That's all my admitances for the day…more when I write more!! Muaahahahahhaha! (basicly this was a diverison for my discliamer!) somehow I turned off the spell check!! Hahahaha! I beat it! It must have given up on my bad spelling!! Okay finally the story!….
"The rain is my sadness, the lightning is my anger, the thunder is my pain and the darkness is my past" Trowa whispered to himself as he looked into his dream, his chin resting on the damp windowsill.
"My soul is so hidden behind all this that I would have to walk 1,000 nights in it before I'm free, to overcome my storm is too great a task for me alone" Trowa slid open the window. Rain soaked his hair and face, ran down his neck, he hated being safe in his little house of silence. There was a stinging want to beat the storm; maybe his life would be good.
"Two's always better then one!" called a voice from outside, there stood Quatre wearing a gray raincoat that was all together too big for him, it was almost brushing the muddy ground, he also carried a rather large black umbrella.
"I'm doing this alone" Trowa almost growled at his gentle friend, it didn't even phase him
"So am I, maybe we could help eachother out!" Quatre beamed up through the rain at the pilot in the window. Trowa sighed and tried to shut his window. It was stuck, the rain was invading his safe house and there was nothing he could do about it. He went to the closet, it was empty. He walked back to the window
"How is it you stay so dry in rain like this?" Trowa asked
"My heart, my will, my soul" Quatre tugged on the collar of his coat affectionately.
"But don't worry! My umbrella is big enough for the both of us!" Quatre beamed again and made room for his friend under his umbrella. The rain was soaking the carpet and creeping into the hall. Silence had kept him safe for so long, why not now? Guess there was only one thing to do; he had to face the storm to save his soul.
Trowa woke with a start. The window in the hotel room was securely closed, and rain was pouring down the glass in gray sheets. There was a knock on the door. Trowa answered, there stood Quatre his dark gray raincoat fit him better in real life, and his umbrella wasn't quite as large.
"I was thinking, since we have the weekend off, maybe I would go see some of the old monuments. Would you like to come with me?" Quatre gave one of his killer smiles. Trowa nodded, as much as he didn't want to go into the rain, he just couldn't let Quatre do it alone.
"Great! You'd best get some clothes on first though!" Quatre glanced at Trowa's bare chest and gray boxers. Trowa nodded again and went to find some clothes.
"You're not going to wear a coat or anything?" Quatre looked disapprovingly at Trowa's turtleneck. Trowa shrugged
"I didn't bring one," He said. A smile crept back onto Quatre's lips
"I think I have an extra! It might be a little too small for you…but it's better then nothing!" Quatre ducked into his room and produced a raincoat identical to his own.
"Thanks" Trowa muttered, not showing more feeling than he had to. Trowa put on the coat, it was a little small for him, but it was warm, and when he walked into the rain he was glad he had it.
"Was there ever peace?" Quatre asked innocently as they came upon their third monument, a dark wall inscribed with countless names of fallen soldiers. Moss and a vined plant had covered most of the wall and it was stained and cracked after decades of sun, rain, and no maintenance. Quatre's small form fell to the puddled sidewalk and his hand slid down the wall.
"There's never peace. Peace is a lie, what are we fighting for then?" Quatre hadn't removed his hand from the wall and the rain was soaking his hair, soaking his face and dripping running down his neck in rivulets. "Oh, Quatre, maybe we should go" Trowa whispered
"No! I won't go, whenever there's an opportunity to share your feelings you avoid it! Would it kill you to just…just open up…just be my friend for once? Maybe talk to me a little, I might be able to ease your pain a little? Maybe your life would be good?" his voice got softer through the statement, until it was nearly a whisper, barley audible above the rain. Without his umbrella of purpose, Trowa's rain was hurting Quatre too, and Quatre was taking it, poised to kill his soul in order to save Trowa's.
"Quatre…I- I cant, never, you don't want to be my friend, you don't need to take my pain, you don't…you shouldn't, you can't, I wont let you." Trowa's voice was hot and loud, it cut through the rain like a knife. It cut through Quatre, white wings stained with his own blood, his own blood, his own blood. It was him, he stained his own wings, shed his blood for his friend.
"I do, I will, I'll walk in the rain with you, I will never stop fighting, I will fight for you and we will walk together. Your life could be good, let me help you" Quatre's voice was soft and warm. He wanted to walk in the storm, the umbrella was broken and they were wet, their hair and their faces. And the rain ran down their necks, warm from eachother's heat.
Did ya like it? Okay…now you know what you have to do…review it!
-Naie