Author: Silent Lullaby
Warnings: mythical creatures, yaoi, possible yuri, violence, angst, fluff, and maybe some other things will come up in later chapters. I'll tell you then
Pairings: 2x1, 3x4, maybe some others later.
Gundam wing doesn't belong to me. The story and original characters do.
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Review Please. If you like this story and want more tell me, if you don't like it tell me how I can improve.
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Duo watched as Heero toyed with the tip of his braid. The long slender fingers smoothed it till it shone like silk on the tan skin. He leaned down to plant a soft kiss onto the delicate fingers of his beloved. Heero smiled and turned to watch the arguing figures. Duo lifted his gaze to see Dorothy still pinning Quatre with her gaze.
Michalyn seemed eager to hear the tale as well. Her long fingers twisted her brown hair before smoothing it once again. He soft brown eyes searched for any sign of the boy giving in. As much as she wanted to hear the tale, she was unwilling to pester the blonde since he was already assulted by the creature known as Dorothy.
"Alright, I suppose it is only fair since Duo shared earlier. As long as you stop looking at me like I'm a medium rare steak."
The blonde girl nodded and rested her head on her hands as she awaited the boy's words.
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Strips of light filtered through the pale blinds covering the window. Pale lashes twitched and lifted to reveal sleep covered eyes. The intense sea could not rival the color of the deep blue eyes that were framed by blonde lashes.
The blue eyed boy slowly sat up as his hand held his bandaged side. THe small movement exshausted the boy. His breath came in heavy breaths and tremors ran down his side.
Silently he half layed on the white hospital bed as he thought of how he had been sent here in the frist place. DOrothy and her mind games. Who would of thought fencing swords were so sharp?
He stared up at the white ceiling blankly. The palness of the room could blind someone. White walls, floor, bed things, and even a nice white door.
His eyes twitched slightly at the sight. Sighing, he resigned himself to the void and boredom that was held in the small hospital room.
Quatre turned to the door as it swung open to reveal a nurse pushing a young lady in a wheelchair. Her red hair was nearly purple in color, and curled at the ends. On her lap rested a well worn leather bag.
"I'm sorry Mr. Winner, but you'll have to have a room mate since we have so little space available."
The blonde's face lit up in a smile.
"No need to be sorry, I'm happy to have the company. Please call me Quatre though."
The nurse smiled back and helped the red haired girl to her bed before leaving the white room. She pulled the bag up and after a few moments of searching, pulled out several items. SHe placed small circus figurines and a picture frame onto the bedstand before turning to the blone boy.
"I'm Catherine, hope you don't mind my things. I just like to see a little color."
"I don't mind at all. They look lovely. Is that your boyfriend in the picture with you?"
Suddenly the red head began laughing uncontrolably. She near doubled over as she caught her breath between fits. All the while Quatre remainded hoplessly lost.
"He's my little brother Trowa. He is quite the looker though. Even though he is so quiet and reserved, he still turns more than a few heads."
A soft amused smile found it's way to the blonde's face. No wonder his comment made the girl laugh.
Before he could say anything more a coughing fit hit him. His side ached as red hot pain laced it's way through his body. As the fit receded, he looked up to see the concerned gaze of his room mate.
"You alright?"
Quatre forced a smile onto his face as he replyed that he was fine. His hand held his side as he caught his breath.
"I was stabbed in the side in a fencing match. It just hurts a little when I cough is all. I hope you don't mind me asking, but why are you here?"
"I don't mind a bit. Though that looks like it hurt more than a little. Well I live at a traveling circus and I was on top of a lion cage when I tripped and fell on a Shamba, a male african lion. I don't remember what happened after that but the ringmaster said Trowa carried me out of the tent and must of saved my life. He's always had a way with animals, especailly the big cats."
QUatre looked at the girl in awe. She should of been killed but aperantly was only suffering from a slight concusion fom the fall and a few small scratches and brusies.
"I'm glad you didn't get hurt worse. You wouldn't happen to work at shooting star circus?"
"Actually I do, I'm a knife thrower and I do a few other acts also. Trowa is my target most of the time. He also does acrobatic acts and most of the animal acts as well."
QUatre's eyes widened and before long the two hospital prisoners lost themselves in conversation.
Warnings: mythical creatures, yaoi, possible yuri, violence, angst, fluff, and maybe some other things will come up in later chapters. I'll tell you then
Pairings: 2x1, 3x4, maybe some others later.
Gundam wing doesn't belong to me. The story and original characters do.
****
Review Please. If you like this story and want more tell me, if you don't like it tell me how I can improve.
****
Duo watched as Heero toyed with the tip of his braid. The long slender fingers smoothed it till it shone like silk on the tan skin. He leaned down to plant a soft kiss onto the delicate fingers of his beloved. Heero smiled and turned to watch the arguing figures. Duo lifted his gaze to see Dorothy still pinning Quatre with her gaze.
Michalyn seemed eager to hear the tale as well. Her long fingers twisted her brown hair before smoothing it once again. He soft brown eyes searched for any sign of the boy giving in. As much as she wanted to hear the tale, she was unwilling to pester the blonde since he was already assulted by the creature known as Dorothy.
"Alright, I suppose it is only fair since Duo shared earlier. As long as you stop looking at me like I'm a medium rare steak."
The blonde girl nodded and rested her head on her hands as she awaited the boy's words.
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Strips of light filtered through the pale blinds covering the window. Pale lashes twitched and lifted to reveal sleep covered eyes. The intense sea could not rival the color of the deep blue eyes that were framed by blonde lashes.
The blue eyed boy slowly sat up as his hand held his bandaged side. THe small movement exshausted the boy. His breath came in heavy breaths and tremors ran down his side.
Silently he half layed on the white hospital bed as he thought of how he had been sent here in the frist place. DOrothy and her mind games. Who would of thought fencing swords were so sharp?
He stared up at the white ceiling blankly. The palness of the room could blind someone. White walls, floor, bed things, and even a nice white door.
His eyes twitched slightly at the sight. Sighing, he resigned himself to the void and boredom that was held in the small hospital room.
Quatre turned to the door as it swung open to reveal a nurse pushing a young lady in a wheelchair. Her red hair was nearly purple in color, and curled at the ends. On her lap rested a well worn leather bag.
"I'm sorry Mr. Winner, but you'll have to have a room mate since we have so little space available."
The blonde's face lit up in a smile.
"No need to be sorry, I'm happy to have the company. Please call me Quatre though."
The nurse smiled back and helped the red haired girl to her bed before leaving the white room. She pulled the bag up and after a few moments of searching, pulled out several items. SHe placed small circus figurines and a picture frame onto the bedstand before turning to the blone boy.
"I'm Catherine, hope you don't mind my things. I just like to see a little color."
"I don't mind at all. They look lovely. Is that your boyfriend in the picture with you?"
Suddenly the red head began laughing uncontrolably. She near doubled over as she caught her breath between fits. All the while Quatre remainded hoplessly lost.
"He's my little brother Trowa. He is quite the looker though. Even though he is so quiet and reserved, he still turns more than a few heads."
A soft amused smile found it's way to the blonde's face. No wonder his comment made the girl laugh.
Before he could say anything more a coughing fit hit him. His side ached as red hot pain laced it's way through his body. As the fit receded, he looked up to see the concerned gaze of his room mate.
"You alright?"
Quatre forced a smile onto his face as he replyed that he was fine. His hand held his side as he caught his breath.
"I was stabbed in the side in a fencing match. It just hurts a little when I cough is all. I hope you don't mind me asking, but why are you here?"
"I don't mind a bit. Though that looks like it hurt more than a little. Well I live at a traveling circus and I was on top of a lion cage when I tripped and fell on a Shamba, a male african lion. I don't remember what happened after that but the ringmaster said Trowa carried me out of the tent and must of saved my life. He's always had a way with animals, especailly the big cats."
QUatre looked at the girl in awe. She should of been killed but aperantly was only suffering from a slight concusion fom the fall and a few small scratches and brusies.
"I'm glad you didn't get hurt worse. You wouldn't happen to work at shooting star circus?"
"Actually I do, I'm a knife thrower and I do a few other acts also. Trowa is my target most of the time. He also does acrobatic acts and most of the animal acts as well."
QUatre's eyes widened and before long the two hospital prisoners lost themselves in conversation.