Once upon a Time
The setting sun was glistening over the pond making everything seem like it was a fairytale. The sky was a crimson colour, the wind blew little ripples across the pound. It caressed the leaves off the trees making the golden colours fall gently towards the ground. The wind made the young boy's hair sweep across his face. It would be a fairytale if only he had his prince. The blond pilot then got up and headed towards his palace letting the tear trail down his cheek. I've been alone for too long, Why can't I just tell him how I feel. is it love? Quatre had just reached the door to his house, his palace, his castle. Just as he stepped in Heero and Duo had just come downstairs. "Hey Q-man where have you been? Me and Heero were looking for you." And without a reply they both turned and left. Why did you choose him? Trowa walked up behind Quatre and put his arms around his small waist and blew gently in his ear. "I was wondering when you'd come in." Trowa whispered in the smaller boy's ear. "I needed some time to think." Quatre turned towards Trowa and smiled. Quatre and Trowa had gotten together five days after Heero and Duo started getting sexual. He remembered because he counted the each torturing day knowing Heero would never be with him. The only reason he said yes to Trowa was because Trowa reminded him of Heero. Trowa was just like Heero, quiet, emotionless, mysterious, and kept to him self. But Trowa was nothing like Heero anymore. Trowa wasn't emotionless, quiet, and sure as hell didn't keep to himself anymore. Trowa quickly kissed Quatre on the lips and turned around saying "Cathy called need my help for the circus so I got to go right now." Trowa ran out the door into the darkness. The Sandrock pilot turned the other way towards the stairs, were he first saw Duo and Heero come down. His two comrades were now having fighting over the remote. Cute Quatre snorted. He looked at them knowing one of them he loved and the other he hated. Quatre was heading towards the kitchen when an idea struck him. I can still get Heero. I can love him, and he can love. It will be the perfect fairytale. I'll make sure of it.
The setting sun was glistening over the pond making everything seem like it was a fairytale. The sky was a crimson colour, the wind blew little ripples across the pound. It caressed the leaves off the trees making the golden colours fall gently towards the ground. The wind made the young boy's hair sweep across his face. It would be a fairytale if only he had his prince. The blond pilot then got up and headed towards his palace letting the tear trail down his cheek. I've been alone for too long, Why can't I just tell him how I feel. is it love? Quatre had just reached the door to his house, his palace, his castle. Just as he stepped in Heero and Duo had just come downstairs. "Hey Q-man where have you been? Me and Heero were looking for you." And without a reply they both turned and left. Why did you choose him? Trowa walked up behind Quatre and put his arms around his small waist and blew gently in his ear. "I was wondering when you'd come in." Trowa whispered in the smaller boy's ear. "I needed some time to think." Quatre turned towards Trowa and smiled. Quatre and Trowa had gotten together five days after Heero and Duo started getting sexual. He remembered because he counted the each torturing day knowing Heero would never be with him. The only reason he said yes to Trowa was because Trowa reminded him of Heero. Trowa was just like Heero, quiet, emotionless, mysterious, and kept to him self. But Trowa was nothing like Heero anymore. Trowa wasn't emotionless, quiet, and sure as hell didn't keep to himself anymore. Trowa quickly kissed Quatre on the lips and turned around saying "Cathy called need my help for the circus so I got to go right now." Trowa ran out the door into the darkness. The Sandrock pilot turned the other way towards the stairs, were he first saw Duo and Heero come down. His two comrades were now having fighting over the remote. Cute Quatre snorted. He looked at them knowing one of them he loved and the other he hated. Quatre was heading towards the kitchen when an idea struck him. I can still get Heero. I can love him, and he can love. It will be the perfect fairytale. I'll make sure of it.