First Star I See Tonight
By Midnight Dreamer
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Trowa and Quatre lay out on the grass of the garden.
"Trowa?"
The other boy didn't reply. Quatre took in a deep sigh. "You know what?" Trowa's head slowly moved to the side to look at Quatre.
"I miss the colonies."
Trowa looked back at the night sky. Trowa let himself yawn and stretch.
"I miss the war, Quatre."
The blonde's taken aback face stared at his friend. "How could you miss the war? The war was awful."
Trowa turned over to lie on his stomach. His head rested on his palms and his elbows propped him up. Quatre also rolled over to look at Trowa dead on.
"What is it, Trowa? You can talk to me, you know that, right?" Trowa's head silently nodded. Taking a deep breath,
Trowa let the smells around him soak in. The garden was lovely. Flowers everywhere you look. Flowers of all over the world; every shape, hue and even size. Much like the world in a way. A perfect way not to tell Quatre the answer to his question.
"Quatre? Have you noticed that your garden is like the world in a nutshell?" Quatre blinked at Trowa for a moment before looking around his garden.
"What do you mean?"
"The flowers their shape and colors. Just like the earth, all shapes and colors. But no matter how diverse they make up the most gorgeous garden. They are all unique and significant."
Quatre smiled at the other boy. "We are all unique and significant, Trowa. The world wouldn't be the same without even one of us."
Trowa looked up to meet the boy's gaze. The boys turned back over to their backs to look up at the twilight. The every last signs of radiance faded away into the horizon.
Quatre caught site of the first brightest star of the evening.
"Star light…star bright…first star I see tonight…wish I may…wish I might…have this wish I wish tonight. I wish that peace would always stay on earth."
Trowa glanced at Quatre a confused look in his eyes. Quatre just smiled at the uni-banged boy.
"What do you wish for, Trowa?" The boy's eyes grew.
"No one's ever asked me that," Trowa admitted. "What I want, anyway."
Quatre continued to smile, waiting for the other boy's reply.
"I wish that I knew who I am. That I didn't want war anymore just to lie and think that I know who I am."
Trowa didn't look at Quatre. He didn't want to and didn't think he could if he wanted to. Quatre reached over and took Trowa's hand in his.
"You are Trowa Barton. The pilot of Heavyarms. My best and truest friend."
Trowa returned the smile to the blonde. "Thank you, Quatre. Thank you." The brown haired teen's hand tightened on the blonde.
"Anytime."
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Awww…I had to do it. I needed a Quatre and Trowa fic. I don't really like them as much as Heero and Duo. I just can't get Trowa's personality right most of the time. And Quatre seems a lil' out of place. Cute all the same, though. Tell me what you thought in a *nice* lil' review to this story. And check out my other works, it's better. -Dreamer
By Midnight Dreamer
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Trowa and Quatre lay out on the grass of the garden.
"Trowa?"
The other boy didn't reply. Quatre took in a deep sigh. "You know what?" Trowa's head slowly moved to the side to look at Quatre.
"I miss the colonies."
Trowa looked back at the night sky. Trowa let himself yawn and stretch.
"I miss the war, Quatre."
The blonde's taken aback face stared at his friend. "How could you miss the war? The war was awful."
Trowa turned over to lie on his stomach. His head rested on his palms and his elbows propped him up. Quatre also rolled over to look at Trowa dead on.
"What is it, Trowa? You can talk to me, you know that, right?" Trowa's head silently nodded. Taking a deep breath,
Trowa let the smells around him soak in. The garden was lovely. Flowers everywhere you look. Flowers of all over the world; every shape, hue and even size. Much like the world in a way. A perfect way not to tell Quatre the answer to his question.
"Quatre? Have you noticed that your garden is like the world in a nutshell?" Quatre blinked at Trowa for a moment before looking around his garden.
"What do you mean?"
"The flowers their shape and colors. Just like the earth, all shapes and colors. But no matter how diverse they make up the most gorgeous garden. They are all unique and significant."
Quatre smiled at the other boy. "We are all unique and significant, Trowa. The world wouldn't be the same without even one of us."
Trowa looked up to meet the boy's gaze. The boys turned back over to their backs to look up at the twilight. The every last signs of radiance faded away into the horizon.
Quatre caught site of the first brightest star of the evening.
"Star light…star bright…first star I see tonight…wish I may…wish I might…have this wish I wish tonight. I wish that peace would always stay on earth."
Trowa glanced at Quatre a confused look in his eyes. Quatre just smiled at the uni-banged boy.
"What do you wish for, Trowa?" The boy's eyes grew.
"No one's ever asked me that," Trowa admitted. "What I want, anyway."
Quatre continued to smile, waiting for the other boy's reply.
"I wish that I knew who I am. That I didn't want war anymore just to lie and think that I know who I am."
Trowa didn't look at Quatre. He didn't want to and didn't think he could if he wanted to. Quatre reached over and took Trowa's hand in his.
"You are Trowa Barton. The pilot of Heavyarms. My best and truest friend."
Trowa returned the smile to the blonde. "Thank you, Quatre. Thank you." The brown haired teen's hand tightened on the blonde.
"Anytime."
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Awww…I had to do it. I needed a Quatre and Trowa fic. I don't really like them as much as Heero and Duo. I just can't get Trowa's personality right most of the time. And Quatre seems a lil' out of place. Cute all the same, though. Tell me what you thought in a *nice* lil' review to this story. And check out my other works, it's better. -Dreamer