Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. If I did Trowa and Relena would have more interaction throughout the series.
A/N: Italics are flashbacks. This chapter has been written long ago, when I was an avid GW fan.
Chapter 1: Flower Arrangements
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I don't want to move a thing
It might change my memory
Here with me
-Dido
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"Isn't this great?" The dark haired woman bubbled as she and her other two companions walked around the shop. "I mean they're finally getting married after nine long years! Nine years!" She displayed her nine fingers to emphasize. Her red haired friend gave one look at her excited features and laughed.
"I guess you're excited."
"Well, aren't you?" She said, looking at the bouquet of flowers at display.
Catherine sighed and put on a dreamy smile. "Yeah, I guess." It was Hilde's turn to laugh.
"Don't worry Cathy, I'll hook you up with someone." Patting her friend's back sympathetically, and with her other hand pointed back at the tall man. "Or better yet, maybe he will. Won't you, Trowa?" Trying to extract a word from the silent man or at least a facial expression. "Your sister here is getting older—"
"Yep." Catherine nodded in agreement.
"—and her biological clock is tickin'."
"Hey!" The red head turned crimson. Hilde's voice was a little too loud for her liking.
"You want nieces and nephews, right, Trowa?"
Catherine brushed away Hilde's teasing. "Hmph. I don't really need Trowa's help." Dismissively gesturing her brother, she turned to face Hilde, her head held high. "I can get a man without anyone's help." Hilde laughed.
"What?"
"Nothing." Hilde snickered. Catherine raised her eyebrow.
"All I have to do is stand in front of someone's way."
"Hey!"
"Well…didn't it work for you and Relena? But I have to admit it does take awhile."
"At least I got married."
"Thank Sir Robert for that!"
Hilde flustered. "How did you know that?"
Catherine shrugged. "Who doesn't?"
"Well for your information, it's Señor Jose Cuervo I have to thank." Catherine rolled her eyes and laughed. Soon enough Hilde also joined her.
If Trowa had volunteered an expression, he would have sighed long time ago. But the women's chatter had long been droned out of his hearing. He stood there among the flowers their different scents gave him that sinking feeling. Giving way for his regret to resurface from where he had many times pushed it back.
Catch me…
If only someone, anyone beside himself, would assure him that what he did was the right thing to do.
That's if you can...
Maybe if he had just said something.
"What do you think, Trowa? Roses or lilacs?" His sister asked, handing him the bouquet of white roses.
They're so beautiful…
"Lilacs, right, Trowa?" Hilde insisted waving the other bouquet in her hand. "This would go wonderful at the end of the pews with the white satin draped behind them."
What are they called?
"Trowa? You there?"
Rhododendrons.
"Rhododendrons." He replied, handing back the roses to his sister and headed toward the fridge.
"Excuse me?" Hilde asked Catherine, who in return just shrugged and followed her brother.
Trowa pointed at a set of flowers in a bucket across the glass panel. The petals were of a whitish pink color with specks of purple sprinkled around the center of the flower. "Rhododendrons." He repeated.
"Oh! They're pretty." Hilde exclaimed. "Where's the florist? Maybe she can suggest other flowers to go with it."
Catherine watched as Hilde left then turned her attention to her brother. Concern written in her face.
"Are you ok?" She watched him gaze at the flowers.
He merely nodded.
"Cathy?" Hilde yelled from the other end of the aisle.
"Yeah?"
"What color are the bridesmaids' gowns?"
"She hasn't decided yet."
"What?!" Hilde let out an exasperated sigh. "She really doesn't have enough time left. The wedding is in three weeks."
Catherine nodded, eyes trained at her younger brother, "I know."