Cupid's Arrow
by, Ariliana
3x4. minor minor 1x2. If I ever get this done I'll do a whole sequl devoted to them. Deal? And I almost forgot the disclaimer. Don't own `em never will. I'm just trying to deal with an obsession here.
Chapter 1
The plane soared above the shimmering desert. The pilot looked over the golden sands toward a distant target. Suddenly the pilot's hands worked franticly and the plane slid into a dive. Unable to pull out of it the pilot shielded its face from the rapidly approaching dunes.
With a sickening crunch it slammed into the desert. Somehow miraculously the pilot survived. Climbing out of the smoldering wreckage, it shielded its face from the noon glare. Sighing, it pulled some rags from a pouch and tied them round its face shutting out most of the glare. Glancing round once to get its bearings, the pilot trudged off across the desert.
At the circus the animal trainers get close to their animals...literally. The lion trainer or rather his assistant, not only got close to its animals but slept with them. People didn't know that though or they would have fired both trainer and assistant. The assistant watched the trainer talk with another performer. The assistant frowned it wished it could here what they were saying.
Later that night the assistant saw the trainer creep off, so like the lions they both loved it crept after them.
Quatre left the base early when no one else was awake. He started across the desert making sure he brought the right supplies with him. He sighed the desert was beautiful ...just like that boy Trowa. He started walking again in a southeasterly direction. Trowa was a puzzle. He knew Trowa was a Gundam pilot and that he could play the flute. But that was all. Why was he so guarded?
Quatre glanced up checking the time by the sun when he saw a cloud trail across the sky, leading it was what looked like a jet. Suddenly the plane got larger and larger Quatre realized that it was going to crash. Calmly standing still, he waited until it hit the ground and headed over that way.
Trowa snuck off late at night and started toward his Gundam when he became aware of someone following him. Hoping whatever it was was human he called out hoping to deceive it
"I'm going to go to the bathroom and I'd like a little privacy." He waited and continued on. It appeared his ruse had worked, no one followed him. Slowly he made his way to his Gundam. He was just getting in when a voice called out from the trees.
He had covered quite a distance when he saw a figure coming toward him. It was swathed with rags to keep the sun out so he couldn't see who it was.
"Are you the pilot of the downed plane?" he called out, "I saw the crash."
It hesitated the briefest of seconds and continued toward him. When it was a lot closer, it halted and appeared to squint.
"Qua...Quatre! Yes, I'm the pilot. Will you help me?" The figure swayed on its feet than steadied itself.
"Of course. How did you know my name?" Quatre said puzzled.
The figure drew off the hood of rags. Sunlight glinted on silvery hair while ice blue eyes regarded him. Her face was pale and dotted over with freckles. Quatre guessed that the pilot was about his age.
"You do remember me don't you?" She tossed one braid back over her shoulder.
"No, but perhaps we should go inside to talk. Then you can tell me who you are." Quatre replied. She studied him silently for a while, then nodded. "Great then, let's go. This way."
"Trowa Barton, where are you going?" The voice was softly curious and vaguely familiar. He thought he hadn't been followed.
"Show your self," he ordered calmly.
A cloaked figure stepped from the trees and into a patch of moonlight. It slowly lifted the hood. Silvery moonlight fell on a pale freckled face no older than his own. It played along hair that gleamed with copper and gold and was done in an unusual hairstyle. The hair was rather distinctive being done up into two buns with pigtails streaming from them. The eyes that regarded him seemed like pools of deep water.
He recognized the hairstyle and eyes. It was his assistant.
AN: You know...I think I really messed up when I put this up the first time so I actually formatted this thing out. I didn't do any editing yet. (since I only got one review. THANK YOU !!!!!) I already had Chapter 2 written partially I just needed insperation. Hope you guys don't mind the title change. I think it's a bit better understood that Unknown. After all, now it sounds like it actually has a title.
by, Ariliana
3x4. minor minor 1x2. If I ever get this done I'll do a whole sequl devoted to them. Deal? And I almost forgot the disclaimer. Don't own `em never will. I'm just trying to deal with an obsession here.
Chapter 1
The plane soared above the shimmering desert. The pilot looked over the golden sands toward a distant target. Suddenly the pilot's hands worked franticly and the plane slid into a dive. Unable to pull out of it the pilot shielded its face from the rapidly approaching dunes.
With a sickening crunch it slammed into the desert. Somehow miraculously the pilot survived. Climbing out of the smoldering wreckage, it shielded its face from the noon glare. Sighing, it pulled some rags from a pouch and tied them round its face shutting out most of the glare. Glancing round once to get its bearings, the pilot trudged off across the desert.
At the circus the animal trainers get close to their animals...literally. The lion trainer or rather his assistant, not only got close to its animals but slept with them. People didn't know that though or they would have fired both trainer and assistant. The assistant watched the trainer talk with another performer. The assistant frowned it wished it could here what they were saying.
Later that night the assistant saw the trainer creep off, so like the lions they both loved it crept after them.
Quatre left the base early when no one else was awake. He started across the desert making sure he brought the right supplies with him. He sighed the desert was beautiful ...just like that boy Trowa. He started walking again in a southeasterly direction. Trowa was a puzzle. He knew Trowa was a Gundam pilot and that he could play the flute. But that was all. Why was he so guarded?
Quatre glanced up checking the time by the sun when he saw a cloud trail across the sky, leading it was what looked like a jet. Suddenly the plane got larger and larger Quatre realized that it was going to crash. Calmly standing still, he waited until it hit the ground and headed over that way.
Trowa snuck off late at night and started toward his Gundam when he became aware of someone following him. Hoping whatever it was was human he called out hoping to deceive it
"I'm going to go to the bathroom and I'd like a little privacy." He waited and continued on. It appeared his ruse had worked, no one followed him. Slowly he made his way to his Gundam. He was just getting in when a voice called out from the trees.
He had covered quite a distance when he saw a figure coming toward him. It was swathed with rags to keep the sun out so he couldn't see who it was.
"Are you the pilot of the downed plane?" he called out, "I saw the crash."
It hesitated the briefest of seconds and continued toward him. When it was a lot closer, it halted and appeared to squint.
"Qua...Quatre! Yes, I'm the pilot. Will you help me?" The figure swayed on its feet than steadied itself.
"Of course. How did you know my name?" Quatre said puzzled.
The figure drew off the hood of rags. Sunlight glinted on silvery hair while ice blue eyes regarded him. Her face was pale and dotted over with freckles. Quatre guessed that the pilot was about his age.
"You do remember me don't you?" She tossed one braid back over her shoulder.
"No, but perhaps we should go inside to talk. Then you can tell me who you are." Quatre replied. She studied him silently for a while, then nodded. "Great then, let's go. This way."
"Trowa Barton, where are you going?" The voice was softly curious and vaguely familiar. He thought he hadn't been followed.
"Show your self," he ordered calmly.
A cloaked figure stepped from the trees and into a patch of moonlight. It slowly lifted the hood. Silvery moonlight fell on a pale freckled face no older than his own. It played along hair that gleamed with copper and gold and was done in an unusual hairstyle. The hair was rather distinctive being done up into two buns with pigtails streaming from them. The eyes that regarded him seemed like pools of deep water.
He recognized the hairstyle and eyes. It was his assistant.
AN: You know...I think I really messed up when I put this up the first time so I actually formatted this thing out. I didn't do any editing yet. (since I only got one review. THANK YOU !!!!!) I already had Chapter 2 written partially I just needed insperation. Hope you guys don't mind the title change. I think it's a bit better understood that Unknown. After all, now it sounds like it actually has a title.