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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Without words the group decided to pursue Heero's role in the story. He was far too shaky for questioning at the moment. They left the Heero's comforting to the capable hands of Duo.
Michalyn turned to see Dorathy staring at the blonde Quatre. Quatre looked nervous under her gaze as he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt and leaned closer to his tall green eyed love.
"Well I must say, it is good to see you once again Quatre. Seems you healed rather nicely. Where did you meet that boy anyway? He has a rather unusual hairstyle, don't you think?"
Quatre nervously moved closer to Trowa, as if trying to pass through him and use him as a shield against the blonde girl. Michalyn wondered how they knew each other and what that comment on healing meant. As she prepared to ask, Trowa beat her to the punch and spoke first.
"How do you know Quatre, and what did you mean by healing nicely?"
Dorathy smiled and began to speak.
"We went to school together. He was on the debate team while I was in the combat club. We disagreed on our views about war and fighting so I challenged him. We would have a debate and then a fencing match to try to prove our view points. He lost the debate but only won the match because I stabbed him just below the rib cage. Last time I saw him before I transferred he was in the hospital. Looks like he's fine now."
Quatre blushed and spoke out to defend himself.
"I lost the debate match because you manipulated the judges. You tried to get into my mind as well. You also lost the match on purpose. I remember you sending the message when you stabbed me. That in real war the victor is the last one standing, and some one can always debate often but die only once."
Dorathy smiled and took her hair down, letting it fall down her back.
"So I did, looks like I was the last one standing. You never did answer my question though. Where did you meet him, I believe someone said his name is Trowa."
Dorathy's eyes flashed and in an instant she was inside the blonde boy's mind. Quatre could feel something searching through his memories and he quickly placed a fence of emotions around his mind. Dorathy's presence retreated and the girl huffed in frustration.
"What are you hiding? You won't even let me take a peek in you mind."
"It is my mind; I am allowed privacy you know. I'll tell you as long as you stop trying to get inside my head."
Dorathy nodded and waited for the boy to speak. Her smile ever present as she awaited the information she had requested. Absent mindedly she twisted a few strands of her hair with her fingers before pulling the mass of yellow back into a ponytail. With a twist of her wrist the blonde hair was trapped in a black tie to match the shirt she wore. Dorothy continued to glare at he boy as she awaited.
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.
****
Without words the group decided to pursue Heero's role in the story. He was far too shaky for questioning at the moment. They left the Heero's comforting to the capable hands of Duo.
Michalyn turned to see Dorathy staring at the blonde Quatre. Quatre looked nervous under her gaze as he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt and leaned closer to his tall green eyed love.
"Well I must say, it is good to see you once again Quatre. Seems you healed rather nicely. Where did you meet that boy anyway? He has a rather unusual hairstyle, don't you think?"
Quatre nervously moved closer to Trowa, as if trying to pass through him and use him as a shield against the blonde girl. Michalyn wondered how they knew each other and what that comment on healing meant. As she prepared to ask, Trowa beat her to the punch and spoke first.
"How do you know Quatre, and what did you mean by healing nicely?"
Dorathy smiled and began to speak.
"We went to school together. He was on the debate team while I was in the combat club. We disagreed on our views about war and fighting so I challenged him. We would have a debate and then a fencing match to try to prove our view points. He lost the debate but only won the match because I stabbed him just below the rib cage. Last time I saw him before I transferred he was in the hospital. Looks like he's fine now."
Quatre blushed and spoke out to defend himself.
"I lost the debate match because you manipulated the judges. You tried to get into my mind as well. You also lost the match on purpose. I remember you sending the message when you stabbed me. That in real war the victor is the last one standing, and some one can always debate often but die only once."
Dorathy smiled and took her hair down, letting it fall down her back.
"So I did, looks like I was the last one standing. You never did answer my question though. Where did you meet him, I believe someone said his name is Trowa."
Dorathy's eyes flashed and in an instant she was inside the blonde boy's mind. Quatre could feel something searching through his memories and he quickly placed a fence of emotions around his mind. Dorathy's presence retreated and the girl huffed in frustration.
"What are you hiding? You won't even let me take a peek in you mind."
"It is my mind; I am allowed privacy you know. I'll tell you as long as you stop trying to get inside my head."
Dorathy nodded and waited for the boy to speak. Her smile ever present as she awaited the information she had requested. Absent mindedly she twisted a few strands of her hair with her fingers before pulling the mass of yellow back into a ponytail. With a twist of her wrist the blonde hair was trapped in a black tie to match the shirt she wore. Dorothy continued to glare at he boy as she awaited.