Disclaimer: First of all, I do not own any
of the gundam wing characters, although i wish i do. I just have rights
to this fan fiction. Second of all, I have nothing against Quatre and Trowa
being a couple. This idea came to me during my math class after i had read
a sad and depressing real life story of someone dyeing in the class before,
so PLEASE do not write evil reviews about me hating Trowa and Quatre. Nor
do i want to read reviews about it being a yaoui, a m/m relationship. This
is your warning. IF YOU ARE AGAINST YAOUI, ARE HOMOPHOBIC, OR AGAINST MALE/MALE
RELATIONSHIPS, DO NOT READ THIS FANFICT!!!Now that i am done with all this
yelling, the summary.
Summary: Quatre dies while fixing HeavyArms
while Trowa is doing a show with the circus. As the lose of Quatre sets
in, he slowly realises how much he loves Quatre.
A Clown's Silent Tears on the Desert Sand
"And now," announced the ring master, Mr.Bloom.
(i believe)."It is my pleasure to present the next act. Trowa Barton on
the High Wire of Doom!!!!As you will notice, there is no safety net, so
if anything goes wrong, Trowa will have nothing to catch him. Please kids.
Do not try something like this at home."
It was a normal performance for Trowa. Nothing
too special. They were doing a show for the towns people that day. When
his name had been called for the next performance, Trowa started his performance
as usual. He entered the center ring, while being followed by a white light,
went up the ladder, and stood on a small podium before starting the walk
across the thin wire above 200 feet in the air. He stood there for a few
seconds before he started the walk across the wire. His sister, Catherine
Bloom, was watching from the left wing behind the curtain. (Trowa learns
that Catherine is his sister in Endless Waltz but everyone still calls
him Trowa Barton.) When Trowa was half way across the wire, he was moving
his left foot forward when a strange feeling gripped his soul. It almost
felt like death had tried to grab Trowa. It caused Trowa to stop cold but
as he did, his foot was still in mid air and slipped. The crowed gasped,
as did the other performers and Catherine, but Trowa quickly moved
his left foot back onto the wire and continued his walk across the wire.
When he finally made it to the other podium, he quietly let out a sigh
of relief. ~What happened to me?~ Trowa asked himself. ~What did I feel?~
The crowed was cheering and applauding Trowa as he tried to figure out
what had made him stop in fear.
"And that is the amazing high wire dare
devil performer, Trowa.!" The crowed continued to applaud Trowa as he began
to climb down the ladder.
"Trowa!!" called Catherine as Trowa had made
it backstage and head to his room to get changed. He stopped, but he didn't
face Catherine as she ran up to him."That was a great performance, Trowa."
"Thanks Cathy."Trowa replied with his emotionless
face.
"What happened to you back their, Trowa??
I've never seen you so..... blank. I could see your eyes were dilated,
and your face look frozen in almost fear. What happened?"
"That's what I've been asking myself."
"And."
"I don't know. It felt like death had grabbed
a part of me and took it away. Like half of me was gone." They both stood
their in silence for a few seconds. "You better get going Cathy, or you'll
be late for your performance." Catherine started at her little brother
with consern for a few seconds before leaving.
~What happened to you Trowa?~ she asked herself
as she left for her performance.
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What happened to Trowa that almost cost
him his life??? What for the next chapter to see.
