Disclaimer: I don't own GW and I have only seen about five episodes of the Moible Suit series. So, just ta letcha know, I made this all up. So don't sue me. I havent got anything priceless or whatever. And I havent the faintest clue what Trowa's past was like. I just came up with this in Social Studies...or was it Math? Nevermind. Enjoy! (Pwease give me reviews. Like, hate, inprovements? This is my first serious fic. Not to mention i had to put it on this crappy notepad)
Tears
"Nice Job, Trowa! I think that that was the best performance yet!" An enthusiast Catherine said as she went to change. Trowa removed his clown mask and set it down on a table. There was a knocking at the door followed by a voice.
"Delivery!"
He went to answer it. Trowa opened the door and took the box.
"Sign this please. Thank you."
As the delivery boy left Trowa shut the door and brought the box inside. He couldn't help but notice the address was smeared with something. He looked at it closely,
"Water?" He mumbled to himself. No, it was centered in one place. Droplets about the same size and shape. "Tears?" Yes, that was it. Who was crying? Why? Was there a reason they had fallen on this box? Before he could answer his questions, Catherine entered the room in her usual outfit of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
"Whats that, Trowa?"
"A delivery."
"Have your opened it?"
"Do you have a knife?"
"That's a silly question!" Catherine left the room and returned a few minutes later with a throwing knife. Trowa cut the tape on the box and opened it up. A black case slid out wrapped in bubble wrap. Someone had taken great care for this not to break. Before Trowa had even tore the wrapping off, he knew what was in it. His fingers fumbled with the latches a little but he got it open. Inside was a shining flute carefully packed in a velvet case.
"Its beautiful," Catherine said with a gasp. "Who sent it?"
Trowa tore his eyes away from the flute. He rose and went to his dressing room.
"Tro-wa." Catherine sighed.
The next day Heero, Duo, Quatre, and Wufei are sitting around in a park waiting for Trowa.
"Why are we all here again?" Duo asked impatiently.
"Trowa said he had something he needed to talk to us about."
"Well, that's a joke. That guy barely ever talks."
"Could you keep it down?" Heero asked.
Duo opened his mouth to reply but then Trowa came up.
"So, whats up Trowa?"
Trowa held out the case. Quatre took it and began to examine it. Duo peered over his shoulder and Heero and Wufei leaned over to see. Quatre opened it and gazed at the flute inside.
"Whoa." Duo said with awe.
"Should I destroy it?" Heero asked.
Wufei took the flute and case and carefully picked up the flute head.
"There's an inscription, But its in Latin."
"Yes." Replied Trowa. "Roughly translated it says 'Keep Playing, "Trowa" ' ".
Wufei looked up. "Who sent it?"
Trowa looked away. "I'm not sure."
Its nighttime and Trowa is in the room he shared with his twin sister. Each has their own bed, nightstand and closet. Neither had changed in to their pajamas, although they wouldn't admit it, they both had a sense of dread. There comes a crashing from downstairs.
"Whats that?" His sister asked.
"Shhh." Voices drift from downstairs. Angry voices. Unfamiliar and strange voices.
"Come on. We should go." An explosion shakes the house.
"Who...or what?" Another explosion. She scrambles toward her brother. "H-how are we going to get out?"
"The servants corridors."
"Alright. Here." She her locket and and a poisin ring, which was a gift for her birthday yesterday. They slipped out through the trap door only known by them and the maid. It was a crisp Autumn night and hiding in the back yard they saw mobile suits...OZ mobile suits. He didn't hear the soldiers sneak up, and they didn't see him. All he heard before he blacked out was his sister's scream.
"TROWA!!!!" Quatre was shaking him by his shoulders.
"What!? What happened!?"
"You had this creepy glazed eye look and you weren't moving or anything!" Duo Shuddered. "Its like you were dead or something!"
"Well, I cant sit around all day. I have a mission." Wufei walked off.
"Actually, I had to break a date with Hilde to come, so I'd better apologize." Duo grinned sheepishly. "She was kinda in a bad mood today and that just topped it off."
Trowa nodded as everyone left. There came a tinkling of bells from a tree, when he looked up, Trowa thought he saw someone watching him from the branches. He turned away, trying to convince himself there was nothing there.
"It cant be, She's dead. The Oz soldiers murdered her." As Trowa bean to walk away, he heard a small thunk. He turned around and picked up something silver, His sister's locket...
Tears
"Nice Job, Trowa! I think that that was the best performance yet!" An enthusiast Catherine said as she went to change. Trowa removed his clown mask and set it down on a table. There was a knocking at the door followed by a voice.
"Delivery!"
He went to answer it. Trowa opened the door and took the box.
"Sign this please. Thank you."
As the delivery boy left Trowa shut the door and brought the box inside. He couldn't help but notice the address was smeared with something. He looked at it closely,
"Water?" He mumbled to himself. No, it was centered in one place. Droplets about the same size and shape. "Tears?" Yes, that was it. Who was crying? Why? Was there a reason they had fallen on this box? Before he could answer his questions, Catherine entered the room in her usual outfit of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
"Whats that, Trowa?"
"A delivery."
"Have your opened it?"
"Do you have a knife?"
"That's a silly question!" Catherine left the room and returned a few minutes later with a throwing knife. Trowa cut the tape on the box and opened it up. A black case slid out wrapped in bubble wrap. Someone had taken great care for this not to break. Before Trowa had even tore the wrapping off, he knew what was in it. His fingers fumbled with the latches a little but he got it open. Inside was a shining flute carefully packed in a velvet case.
"Its beautiful," Catherine said with a gasp. "Who sent it?"
Trowa tore his eyes away from the flute. He rose and went to his dressing room.
"Tro-wa." Catherine sighed.
The next day Heero, Duo, Quatre, and Wufei are sitting around in a park waiting for Trowa.
"Why are we all here again?" Duo asked impatiently.
"Trowa said he had something he needed to talk to us about."
"Well, that's a joke. That guy barely ever talks."
"Could you keep it down?" Heero asked.
Duo opened his mouth to reply but then Trowa came up.
"So, whats up Trowa?"
Trowa held out the case. Quatre took it and began to examine it. Duo peered over his shoulder and Heero and Wufei leaned over to see. Quatre opened it and gazed at the flute inside.
"Whoa." Duo said with awe.
"Should I destroy it?" Heero asked.
Wufei took the flute and case and carefully picked up the flute head.
"There's an inscription, But its in Latin."
"Yes." Replied Trowa. "Roughly translated it says 'Keep Playing, "Trowa" ' ".
Wufei looked up. "Who sent it?"
Trowa looked away. "I'm not sure."
Its nighttime and Trowa is in the room he shared with his twin sister. Each has their own bed, nightstand and closet. Neither had changed in to their pajamas, although they wouldn't admit it, they both had a sense of dread. There comes a crashing from downstairs.
"Whats that?" His sister asked.
"Shhh." Voices drift from downstairs. Angry voices. Unfamiliar and strange voices.
"Come on. We should go." An explosion shakes the house.
"Who...or what?" Another explosion. She scrambles toward her brother. "H-how are we going to get out?"
"The servants corridors."
"Alright. Here." She her locket and and a poisin ring, which was a gift for her birthday yesterday. They slipped out through the trap door only known by them and the maid. It was a crisp Autumn night and hiding in the back yard they saw mobile suits...OZ mobile suits. He didn't hear the soldiers sneak up, and they didn't see him. All he heard before he blacked out was his sister's scream.
"TROWA!!!!" Quatre was shaking him by his shoulders.
"What!? What happened!?"
"You had this creepy glazed eye look and you weren't moving or anything!" Duo Shuddered. "Its like you were dead or something!"
"Well, I cant sit around all day. I have a mission." Wufei walked off.
"Actually, I had to break a date with Hilde to come, so I'd better apologize." Duo grinned sheepishly. "She was kinda in a bad mood today and that just topped it off."
Trowa nodded as everyone left. There came a tinkling of bells from a tree, when he looked up, Trowa thought he saw someone watching him from the branches. He turned away, trying to convince himself there was nothing there.
"It cant be, She's dead. The Oz soldiers murdered her." As Trowa bean to walk away, he heard a small thunk. He turned around and picked up something silver, His sister's locket...