Title: This Is How You Remind Me (the temporary Titile, may change)
Author: The Pathetic Otaku Child
Rating: T for now
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. All I own is…..well….I do have an Indiana Jones promotional poster I got at Wal-Mart, and I guess I own that… And I also Don't own "Somewhere I Belong" by Linkin Park.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 in the background……poor Wufei, always the odd man out…..But we all love him anyway, right? Right? C'mon, he's our wonderful, ever angry comic relief in need of anger and stress management courses.
Warnings: yaoi, blatant Relena-bashing, slight Quatre bashing….
Chapter One
The rain poured that afternoon, which wasn't all that surprising for Seattle. It was a light drizzle, but enough to get everyone in it wet. Quatre walked along silently, hand firmly placed in the crook of Trowa's arm. Neither felt like talking. Not after what they'd heard. Relena Darlian's latest single had hit number one on the American charts. She'd totally forsaken her rock beginnings that had gotten her started to become the latest pop princess. The new Britney Spears. The latest Barbie, ready to be molded into what was expected of her. Worse than Gwen Stefani, and completely going over to the other side. And she had once been their singer, their friend. It had been thanks to their band that she made it to the top. And yet she acted like Colony Brats didn't exist. The only question left was: Was that what she had really been like all along, or had she changed to fit Society's guidelines?
They were on the way back home from Heero's, where the band members had met to see the Emmy's and witness it when Relena received an award for a song that had been written by Heero and Quatre. It was hard for all of them, but especially so for Heero, although he didn't show it or at least tried not to. He had been the one betrayed the most by the girl's actions.
Quatre was lost in thought as he and Trowa walked down the wet concrete. But then a smooth, striking tenor accompanied by an acoustic broke its way through is musings.
When this began
I had nothing to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
I was confused
And I'd let it all out to find
That I'm not the only person with these things in mind
Inside of me
When all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
Nothing to loose
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own and the fault is my own
Quatre pulled his boyfriend to a halt and looked around to try and search out the owner of the voice, but all he could see were umbrellas and newspapers covering peoples heads as they scurried by, caught in the rat race of life.
I wanna heal And I've got nothing to say
I wanna feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I felt so long
Erase all the pain till its gone
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
Like Im close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
I was confused
Looking everywhere only to find
That it's not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
So what am I
What do I have but negativity
Cause I cant justify the way everyone is looking at me
Nothing to loose
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own and the fault is my own
The blonde boy could easily say that the voice he was hearing now was more than ten times that of Relena's. The voice seemed into what was being sung. The listener could hear the emotions. It wasn't just a voice speaking rhythmically or screeching. It was a heart felt plea for understanding.
I wanna heal I will never know I wanna heal I wanna heal I wanna heal Somewhere I belong
I wanna feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I felt so long
Erase all the pain til its gone
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
Like Im close to something real
I want to find something Ive wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything
till I break away from me
I will break away
I'll find myself today
I wanna feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I felt so long
Erase all the pain till it's gone
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
Like Im close to something real
I want to find something Ive wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
I wanna feel
I wanna feel like I'm somewhere I belong
I wanna feel
I wanna feel like I'm somewhere I belong
Quatre finally located the owner of the voice when he kicked at a puddle, frustrated, and a string of curses spoken in that same breathtaking tenor was directed at him. The blonde looked down and saw a black-clad figure huddled next to the wall with a battered guitar peer up at him, violet eyes annoyed under the rim of the black baseball cap.
The excited boy turned to Trowa and started talking a mile a minute , meanwhile pulling on the stranger's arm to drag him to his feet. "Isn'thesoawesomeImeanhehadthebeastvoiceeveromigodhe'dbegreatforthebandandhecouldbeournewsingerandwasn'thegeatandhewasawesom, rightofcoursebutcanwekeephim?"
The young man with the unibang gave the street musician a half amused, half pitying look, knowing that there was no stopping the blo nd now.
The stranger just looked rather pissed and confused.
A/N: How was it? I have a tendency to write AU rock band ficcys, but whatever. Hopefully I can actually stick with this one for more than four chaters.
Next time: Wufei verbally kills the sap-- I mean, Quatre. Heero begins an emotional crisis, Duo puts on his masks and Trowa…well…is Trowa….