Disclaimer: Ok. I do not own gundam
wing and or its characters so do not sue me. This fanfict is a yaoui, a
m/m relationship, so if you are against gay relationships, GO SOMEWHERE
ELSE!!! DO NOT READ THIS FAN FICTION!!! And like I promised. This is the
sequel to A Clown's Silent Tears on the Desert Sand so if you haven't read
that one, read it first. It'll make a lot more sense. Our story starts
off three months after Quatre Winner dies while working on HeavyArms. If
you upset that I killed Quatre in the first part of my story, then you'll
be happy with this one. YES!! QUATRE COMES BACK ALIVE!!! Ok. That just
about gave away the whole plot to my story but Quatre's return isn't permanent.
"Trowa," called Catherine as he
stared at the blank wall in his room. "Trowa!TROWA!!"
"Hmm," snapped Trowa out of his
trance. "I didn't hear you Cathy. I must have been daydreaming again. I'm
sorry."
For awhile now, Trowa has been
staring into space from a few minutes to a couple hours. Although Catherine
or the other performers never asked what Trowa was thinking about, Cathy
knew what was bothering her little brother so badly.
"You were thinking of him again.
Weren't you Trowa?"
"Who are you taking about Cathy?"
replied Trowa coldly.
"Quatre."
Catherine was right. Ever since
Trowa had admitted to himself that he loved Quatre, he'd been think ing of him ever since. Trowa then turned and faced Cathy. His eyes looked
as if he was going to break down and cry.
"It's okay," said Catherine as she
ran up to Trowa and hugged him sympathetically. "It's okay to miss Quatre."
"It's just that I loved him so much.
His eyes, his hair, his voice. I just wish that I could have told him that..."
"I know you miss Quatre, Trowa but
crying won't bring him back. We'll just have to remember him from our memories."
~What memories,~ thought Trowa.
~All I have are memories of fighting beside Quatre and those are anything
to remember peaceful Quatre by. Memories of us being together, maybe even
with the others, enjoying ourselves. Those would be memories to remember
Quatre and I don't have those kind of memories.~
"Thanks Cathy."
"No problem Trowa." Catherine then
let go of Trowa and headed out of his room before stopping a few feet from
his door. "Trowa, remember you're promise from last week?"
"Ummmm...."
"Trowa!!You forgot again DIDN'T
YOU!!"
"I guess I was daydreaming again."
"I guess you were. Let me jog you
memory and this time, listen. The circus is having a contest for a child
to get a tour of the circus by one of the performers and get front row
seats to a performance. You said that you'd give the tour to who ever won
and today is the day of the tour.
"When will the kid be here?"
"About half an hour."
"Do you anything about the kid?"
"Only a few things. I know it's
a boy, about your age and he's bringing his anut with him. Sorry Trow,
that's all I know."Catherine then left Trowa with his thoughts.
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~Syira~
