Disclaimer:
I do not own Gundam Wing. And although I love the characters to death, they
do not belong to me either *cries and runs away*.
The boy's hair whipped across his face as he tightly held onto the thin railing of the boat. His eyes gleamed with a vexing mystery as the shores of land were reflected upon them.
A few feet away from him, a girl stood, one hand clutching the boat's railing with a matching equal ferocity. Though, instead of mystery and threat causing her eyes to shine, it was the sheen of unshed tears for home.
Her lips pressed tightly together as she closed her eyes to the dread that lay before her.
The boy-a stranger to her-looked down, to his left, not focusing on anything but his thoughts.
Neither knew each other. But both had come for the same reason.
***
Trowa Barton stirred his coffee thoughtfully with a teaspoon. It was nearly seven in the morning, and still, the rest of his fellow Pilots were not yet awake, save for Wufei, whose whereabouts where unknown somewhere out back, in the woods.
He leaned back, took a careful sip of his coffee, and felt the warmth somewhat relax him just the slightest from his usual tense self.
Relena's winter cottage wasn't merely a cottage--it was a mansion, to say the least.
Trowa shook his head. What were you going to do with such a large house as this during the winter? The heat bill must have been atrocious. But then, he supposed Relena had always been used to living in riches and comfort. He had nothing against her, but there was that certain way Relena could attach herself to you like a leech and never let go. Follow you around everywhere until you wanted to kill yourself in an attempt to shake her off.
And even then, Trowa thought, an amused smile nearly spreading onto his face as he thought of Relena and Heero, she would probably go with you to your grave...and then beyond.
"Coffee?" a familiarly soft voice behind Trowa reprimanded. "Caffeine isn't any good for you, Trowa."
Trowa turned slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw his fair- haired companion appear from the large breakfast room doors.
He said nothing, as Quatre had expected, and Quatre sat himself down sleepily into the chair next to him, cradling his head in his arms on the smooth surface of the table.
"It's so nice that we're all seeing each other again...after such a long, long time." Quatre yawned and shut his eyes as he felt Trowa's gentle hand rub his tightened muscles between his shoulder blades.
"Is Duo up yet?" Trowa asked softly.
"No," answered Quatre. "Still snoring like a baby. I checked in on him."
"What?"
Quatre lifted his head and glanced at Trowa. "Oh, Trowa, must you really insist that--"
There was an unexpected chime that broke Quatre's accusing words off and he frowned slightly.
"Could that be Heero already? This early in the morning? It's not like him to..."
Quatre's words faded out of auditory distance as Trowa headed for the front door. Upon opening it, he couldn't help but show a flicker of emotion on his usually blank face.
A girl that reached to Trowa's shoulders stood there, grasping the strap of her backpack nervously with one hand and combing her fingers through her hair occasionally with the other. She chewed the corner of her silky lip in agitation, and as she noticed him, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
Trowa said nothing, just waited for her to explain what she was doing here. It wasn't that odd that they get visitors, since Relena had meetings and whatnot, though this girl intrigued Trowa to some degree.
Her eyelashes were full and long, much so that the dawn sun cast lovely shadows against her cold-rosened cheeks. Her hair was tied back at the nape of her neck with a single rubber band, locks and tendrils of it slipping loose and framing her heart-shaped face, and though it look as though it had not been washed in days, he could see a magnificent ebony shine through the dirt.
Her clothes were drab and wet with melted snow in some areas, yet he summed up the girl's body to be curved in just the right places, and as smooth and silky as her face.
She looked as though she had come a long way.
When she still had not opened her mouth to demand to be let in from the cold, Trowa's impatience softly rose.
"Yes?" he prodded.
"Is Duo Maxwell staying here?" she asked in a whisper, her voice velvety and melodious.
Trowa, frowning slightly, said "Yes, but he's still asleep," and at the back of his mind, something in him nagged that no one was supposed to know they were here. But he dismissed it quietly and let her step inside.
"Mr. Barton?" came from the foot of the stairs. Relena, dressed and curious, spotted the girl, and gave her a polite, delighted smile. "May I help you?"
Before the girl could say a word, there came a huge, enormous lion's yawn above Relena, at the head of the stairs.
"Ahh," Duo Maxwell, still in his pajamas, said sleepily, stretching his arms this way and that until his audience below, wincing, heard them crack. "What's for breakfast, Relena-san?"
Duo opened his eyes and his eyebrow rose. "Who's that?"
Trowa and Relena focused their attention back onto the girl.
"Oh, yes, I've so rudely refrained from introducing myself," Relena said, jumping into action. "I am Vice Minister Darlian, Relena Peacecraft." Relena paused. "Oh, please, come take a seat in the living room. We'll make you a fire. You must be frozen in those clothes."
But the girl stood stationary, her mouth slightly open, her eyes fixed upon Duo in his pajamas.
Duo blinked. "What? Is my hair really that bad? I mean, I knew it was bad in the morning, but I usually brush it--"
Silence overcame him as he took a closer look at the girl. The eyes were grass green, eyes that sent a haunting feeling of recognition into his memory...eyes he had loved looking into as a child, eyes as enchanting as crystal tears.
"Who...who are you?" he whispered so softly no one could hear at first.
"Surely you must remember me, Duo," she said, biting her lip.
Then, Duo's heart constricted with unknown emotion as he recognized her face, her hair, her eyes, lips.her slightly upturned nose and stubborn chin.
"Clare."
***
Author's Note:
Hnn. Who is this Clare?
Is there possibly something between mysterious "Clare" and Duo?
Could there possibly be anything left between Heero and Relena?
Orrr.maybe Quatre and Trowa will hit it off?
(Hey, I tried (but failed??) to artfully write the relationship between those two so you couldn't tell if there was or wasn't something there, if they're lovers of mere close friends!!)
Should I keep writing?
Please Review and tell me if you'd like some more.
The boy's hair whipped across his face as he tightly held onto the thin railing of the boat. His eyes gleamed with a vexing mystery as the shores of land were reflected upon them.
A few feet away from him, a girl stood, one hand clutching the boat's railing with a matching equal ferocity. Though, instead of mystery and threat causing her eyes to shine, it was the sheen of unshed tears for home.
Her lips pressed tightly together as she closed her eyes to the dread that lay before her.
The boy-a stranger to her-looked down, to his left, not focusing on anything but his thoughts.
Neither knew each other. But both had come for the same reason.
***
Trowa Barton stirred his coffee thoughtfully with a teaspoon. It was nearly seven in the morning, and still, the rest of his fellow Pilots were not yet awake, save for Wufei, whose whereabouts where unknown somewhere out back, in the woods.
He leaned back, took a careful sip of his coffee, and felt the warmth somewhat relax him just the slightest from his usual tense self.
Relena's winter cottage wasn't merely a cottage--it was a mansion, to say the least.
Trowa shook his head. What were you going to do with such a large house as this during the winter? The heat bill must have been atrocious. But then, he supposed Relena had always been used to living in riches and comfort. He had nothing against her, but there was that certain way Relena could attach herself to you like a leech and never let go. Follow you around everywhere until you wanted to kill yourself in an attempt to shake her off.
And even then, Trowa thought, an amused smile nearly spreading onto his face as he thought of Relena and Heero, she would probably go with you to your grave...and then beyond.
"Coffee?" a familiarly soft voice behind Trowa reprimanded. "Caffeine isn't any good for you, Trowa."
Trowa turned slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw his fair- haired companion appear from the large breakfast room doors.
He said nothing, as Quatre had expected, and Quatre sat himself down sleepily into the chair next to him, cradling his head in his arms on the smooth surface of the table.
"It's so nice that we're all seeing each other again...after such a long, long time." Quatre yawned and shut his eyes as he felt Trowa's gentle hand rub his tightened muscles between his shoulder blades.
"Is Duo up yet?" Trowa asked softly.
"No," answered Quatre. "Still snoring like a baby. I checked in on him."
"What?"
Quatre lifted his head and glanced at Trowa. "Oh, Trowa, must you really insist that--"
There was an unexpected chime that broke Quatre's accusing words off and he frowned slightly.
"Could that be Heero already? This early in the morning? It's not like him to..."
Quatre's words faded out of auditory distance as Trowa headed for the front door. Upon opening it, he couldn't help but show a flicker of emotion on his usually blank face.
A girl that reached to Trowa's shoulders stood there, grasping the strap of her backpack nervously with one hand and combing her fingers through her hair occasionally with the other. She chewed the corner of her silky lip in agitation, and as she noticed him, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
Trowa said nothing, just waited for her to explain what she was doing here. It wasn't that odd that they get visitors, since Relena had meetings and whatnot, though this girl intrigued Trowa to some degree.
Her eyelashes were full and long, much so that the dawn sun cast lovely shadows against her cold-rosened cheeks. Her hair was tied back at the nape of her neck with a single rubber band, locks and tendrils of it slipping loose and framing her heart-shaped face, and though it look as though it had not been washed in days, he could see a magnificent ebony shine through the dirt.
Her clothes were drab and wet with melted snow in some areas, yet he summed up the girl's body to be curved in just the right places, and as smooth and silky as her face.
She looked as though she had come a long way.
When she still had not opened her mouth to demand to be let in from the cold, Trowa's impatience softly rose.
"Yes?" he prodded.
"Is Duo Maxwell staying here?" she asked in a whisper, her voice velvety and melodious.
Trowa, frowning slightly, said "Yes, but he's still asleep," and at the back of his mind, something in him nagged that no one was supposed to know they were here. But he dismissed it quietly and let her step inside.
"Mr. Barton?" came from the foot of the stairs. Relena, dressed and curious, spotted the girl, and gave her a polite, delighted smile. "May I help you?"
Before the girl could say a word, there came a huge, enormous lion's yawn above Relena, at the head of the stairs.
"Ahh," Duo Maxwell, still in his pajamas, said sleepily, stretching his arms this way and that until his audience below, wincing, heard them crack. "What's for breakfast, Relena-san?"
Duo opened his eyes and his eyebrow rose. "Who's that?"
Trowa and Relena focused their attention back onto the girl.
"Oh, yes, I've so rudely refrained from introducing myself," Relena said, jumping into action. "I am Vice Minister Darlian, Relena Peacecraft." Relena paused. "Oh, please, come take a seat in the living room. We'll make you a fire. You must be frozen in those clothes."
But the girl stood stationary, her mouth slightly open, her eyes fixed upon Duo in his pajamas.
Duo blinked. "What? Is my hair really that bad? I mean, I knew it was bad in the morning, but I usually brush it--"
Silence overcame him as he took a closer look at the girl. The eyes were grass green, eyes that sent a haunting feeling of recognition into his memory...eyes he had loved looking into as a child, eyes as enchanting as crystal tears.
"Who...who are you?" he whispered so softly no one could hear at first.
"Surely you must remember me, Duo," she said, biting her lip.
Then, Duo's heart constricted with unknown emotion as he recognized her face, her hair, her eyes, lips.her slightly upturned nose and stubborn chin.
"Clare."
***
Author's Note:
Hnn. Who is this Clare?
Is there possibly something between mysterious "Clare" and Duo?
Could there possibly be anything left between Heero and Relena?
Orrr.maybe Quatre and Trowa will hit it off?
(Hey, I tried (but failed??) to artfully write the relationship between those two so you couldn't tell if there was or wasn't something there, if they're lovers of mere close friends!!)
Should I keep writing?
Please Review and tell me if you'd like some more.