Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters. If I did, do you think that this would be a fanfic?
Author's Note: Okay, this has been revolving around in my head for a few days and I've decided to give it a shot. Tell me if it's as bad as I think it is.
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Trowa stood silently in the faint drizzle staring at the tawny animal before him. Metal bars separated him and the creature and he sighed, reaching in and rubbing it's head. The lion purred loudly, the sound reverberating in the rainy silence.
"Trowa?" Trowa turned his hair, staring between auburn bangs at the woman before him. She was still dressed in her circus outfit, the feather in her hair beginning to limpin as the rain grew harder, fell faster, needle pricks of ice and cold and nothing.
"Yes, Cathy?" he asked. His emerald eyes betrayed nothing of what he was going to do, nothing of what he was, nothing of what he was thinking.
"Your leaving, aren't you?" she asked. She walked over to him, her red hair instantly becoming sodden, the curls straitening, making her hair seem longer. He nodded and she bit her lip. "Where are you going Trowa?" she asked.
He shook his head, removing his hand from the lion's ruff. "Your better off not knowing," he told her. He walked away, his back straight, yet still graceful, and disappeared in the mist surrounding the circus.
Cathy sighed looking away from his departing form and at the lion. The lion watched the tall boy disappear before glancing at Cathy and snarled. "Watch it. Remember who feeds you," she warned as she went to her trailer. The lion growled as it paced it's cage and then snarled as a bird landed a few feet away. The bird jumped into the air and flew off at the sound.
Trowa's head ached. He had been riding his motorcycle for two days straight now and he felt that if he didn't stop soon he'd die of exhaustion. He moaned as he turned off the road he'd been riding on and onto a dirt path hidden by shrubs. He traveled deeper into the woods, all the way to the rocky mountains at the end.
He left the motorcycle by the lake and scaled the rock face up to the small opening hidden by two boulders. Following a narrow path that led into the mountain itself he wasn't surprised when he saw the cavern lit with lights and computer screens.
Nor was he surprised to find the young man sitting in front of one of the computers. A laptop to be precise. The boy was bent over, unruly dark locks falling over his face, hiding the cobalt eyes Trowa knew to be there. He was drenched and Trowa sighed.
"You know Heero, you really should take better care of yourself," Trowa stated. The boy jumped and looked at Trowa with a glare plastered to his face. It immediately relaxed in recognition.
"Your one to talk Trowa," the boy, Heero, stated. Trowa made a small noise before going over and looking at the laptop in front of Heero.
"So...What's going on? Why'd you call me out here?" Trowa asked. He leaned forward, Heero's hair tickling his face.
"What makes you think I didn't just call you out here for a friendly visit?" Heero asked. He turned his head looking at Trowa, his face centimeters away from Trowa's, a small smile gracing his usually hardened features.
"Heero..." Trowa sighed. He closed his eyes briefly, relaxing under his companion's gaze.
"Yes, Trowa?" Heero asked, his breath tickling Trowa's lips. Trowa swallowed and opened his eyes to look at Heero. The cobalt eyes had softened and Trowa couldn't help but smile. That smile quickly became a smirk as he leaned forward, his lips almost brushing Heero's ear.
"I want to see Heavyarms," he murmured. Heero suppressed a groan but Trowa could still sense it.
"This way," Heero said. He stood and walked towards a door amid the mess of computers, wires, phones, and shelves of papers. As Trowa passed him he could swear he heard the word "flirt" come out of Heero's mouth. His smirk increased as he stepped into the hanger.
The gundams Heavyarms and Wing Zero were positioned in front of him. Various weapons and mechanical devices and tools littered the tables and lined the walls. One thing he'd learned about Heero over the year-and-a-half after the war: he wasn't very neat.
"I've kept him tuned and clean," Heero said quietly from beside him. Trowa looked down at the shorter Japanese pilot and smiled gently.
"Thank-you. I wish I could get out here more often...but..." he sighed.
"Don't worry about it. Just think about it as a friend helping a friend," Heero stated. He smiled up at Trowa. "Want to see for yourself that I've kept to what I've just said?" he asked.
"No. I'd rather talk with you. Learn about what you've been up to. And why you called me out here," Trowa answered. Heero sighed and looked away.
"All right. Want something to eat first though? And maybe something to change into?" Heero asked him. Trowa looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "I don't mean my clothes, you still have some things here from when we stayed here during Mariemaya," Heero stated. "No offense, but your to tall, giant."
"Maybe your to short, dwarf."
"Go change," Heero muttered. He turned and walked away, smiling and muttering to himself. Trowa couldn't help but smile at the pilot of the Wing Zero as he went to the bedrooms in back to find his old clothes.
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Author's Note: Okay, what do you think? There will be more, I'm making it into a Trowa and Heero fanfic in case you couldn't tell. I don't know how you couldn't. Well, review and let me know what you think
Author's Note: Okay, this has been revolving around in my head for a few days and I've decided to give it a shot. Tell me if it's as bad as I think it is.
~*~
Trowa stood silently in the faint drizzle staring at the tawny animal before him. Metal bars separated him and the creature and he sighed, reaching in and rubbing it's head. The lion purred loudly, the sound reverberating in the rainy silence.
"Trowa?" Trowa turned his hair, staring between auburn bangs at the woman before him. She was still dressed in her circus outfit, the feather in her hair beginning to limpin as the rain grew harder, fell faster, needle pricks of ice and cold and nothing.
"Yes, Cathy?" he asked. His emerald eyes betrayed nothing of what he was going to do, nothing of what he was, nothing of what he was thinking.
"Your leaving, aren't you?" she asked. She walked over to him, her red hair instantly becoming sodden, the curls straitening, making her hair seem longer. He nodded and she bit her lip. "Where are you going Trowa?" she asked.
He shook his head, removing his hand from the lion's ruff. "Your better off not knowing," he told her. He walked away, his back straight, yet still graceful, and disappeared in the mist surrounding the circus.
Cathy sighed looking away from his departing form and at the lion. The lion watched the tall boy disappear before glancing at Cathy and snarled. "Watch it. Remember who feeds you," she warned as she went to her trailer. The lion growled as it paced it's cage and then snarled as a bird landed a few feet away. The bird jumped into the air and flew off at the sound.
Trowa's head ached. He had been riding his motorcycle for two days straight now and he felt that if he didn't stop soon he'd die of exhaustion. He moaned as he turned off the road he'd been riding on and onto a dirt path hidden by shrubs. He traveled deeper into the woods, all the way to the rocky mountains at the end.
He left the motorcycle by the lake and scaled the rock face up to the small opening hidden by two boulders. Following a narrow path that led into the mountain itself he wasn't surprised when he saw the cavern lit with lights and computer screens.
Nor was he surprised to find the young man sitting in front of one of the computers. A laptop to be precise. The boy was bent over, unruly dark locks falling over his face, hiding the cobalt eyes Trowa knew to be there. He was drenched and Trowa sighed.
"You know Heero, you really should take better care of yourself," Trowa stated. The boy jumped and looked at Trowa with a glare plastered to his face. It immediately relaxed in recognition.
"Your one to talk Trowa," the boy, Heero, stated. Trowa made a small noise before going over and looking at the laptop in front of Heero.
"So...What's going on? Why'd you call me out here?" Trowa asked. He leaned forward, Heero's hair tickling his face.
"What makes you think I didn't just call you out here for a friendly visit?" Heero asked. He turned his head looking at Trowa, his face centimeters away from Trowa's, a small smile gracing his usually hardened features.
"Heero..." Trowa sighed. He closed his eyes briefly, relaxing under his companion's gaze.
"Yes, Trowa?" Heero asked, his breath tickling Trowa's lips. Trowa swallowed and opened his eyes to look at Heero. The cobalt eyes had softened and Trowa couldn't help but smile. That smile quickly became a smirk as he leaned forward, his lips almost brushing Heero's ear.
"I want to see Heavyarms," he murmured. Heero suppressed a groan but Trowa could still sense it.
"This way," Heero said. He stood and walked towards a door amid the mess of computers, wires, phones, and shelves of papers. As Trowa passed him he could swear he heard the word "flirt" come out of Heero's mouth. His smirk increased as he stepped into the hanger.
The gundams Heavyarms and Wing Zero were positioned in front of him. Various weapons and mechanical devices and tools littered the tables and lined the walls. One thing he'd learned about Heero over the year-and-a-half after the war: he wasn't very neat.
"I've kept him tuned and clean," Heero said quietly from beside him. Trowa looked down at the shorter Japanese pilot and smiled gently.
"Thank-you. I wish I could get out here more often...but..." he sighed.
"Don't worry about it. Just think about it as a friend helping a friend," Heero stated. He smiled up at Trowa. "Want to see for yourself that I've kept to what I've just said?" he asked.
"No. I'd rather talk with you. Learn about what you've been up to. And why you called me out here," Trowa answered. Heero sighed and looked away.
"All right. Want something to eat first though? And maybe something to change into?" Heero asked him. Trowa looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "I don't mean my clothes, you still have some things here from when we stayed here during Mariemaya," Heero stated. "No offense, but your to tall, giant."
"Maybe your to short, dwarf."
"Go change," Heero muttered. He turned and walked away, smiling and muttering to himself. Trowa couldn't help but smile at the pilot of the Wing Zero as he went to the bedrooms in back to find his old clothes.
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Author's Note: Okay, what do you think? There will be more, I'm making it into a Trowa and Heero fanfic in case you couldn't tell. I don't know how you couldn't. Well, review and let me know what you think