by: Syira 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. Please read and review. Be gentle. This is my
first fan fict.
Summary: What happened at the Winner Mansion
that involves the police and the people from the hospital??? What happened
at Winner Mansion??
A Clown's Silent Tears on the Desert Sand
Ronna took Trowa to the living room where
the rest of the Winner family and a couple people from the police department
and hospital. The Winners seemed to be crying, upset, and unhappy, like
someone died. Ronna then took Trowa to one of the detective.
"Detective, what happened here?" asked Trowa.
"Well, son, it happened like this. Young
Quatre seemed to be working on repairs to a mobile suit of his when he
slipped and fell. He died on impact. I believe the mobile suit was called
HeavyArms." It was as if Trowa was back on the high wire when he felt the
same feeling he had felt. It felt like death because it was death.
~Why or how did I know and feel when Quatre
fell.~
"Are you ok son?'' asked the detective.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I just need to go and lye
down." said Trowa emotionless but not the same as he did before, like he
want to hide his feelings from everyone including himself. He then headed
off to his room.
When he got to his room, Trowa pushed his
bag on to the floor, closed the blinds, and lay down on the bed on top
of the sheets and stared at the ceiling. The room was now almost completely
dark except for the lamp on the star decorated desk.
~Why does it feel like I'm only half of
who I am? What is this feeling? Could it be that I miss Quatre?~ thought
Trowa. ~He was an excellent gundam pilot. He was also the last person you
would think to be a gundam pilot. He's so caring, gentle, and innocent,
like a child. Not like Heero, Wufi, and myself. Hard, cold, emotionless.
We were raised to fight a war, but Quatre was not. He fought for the peace
of the colonies. He know he had to fight. For the peace of the colonies
and Earth. We fought because we had been raised to avenge the lost of our
and others loved ones. It wasn't till Quatre lost his father did I realize
how....powerful a gentle soul could be when lost, even if it was for a
moment. Even when I had amnesia, Quatre was still a gentle, care, sweet
person. Urg!!! Why do I think of this thoughts now, when Quatre is dead?!
Could it be that I miss Quatre?~ Trowa thought for a moment. ~Maybe it
is because I never had a reason to think of these things. Maybe if I continue
to think about Quatre, maybe I could figure out why I miss him.~ Trowa
decided to start with what Quatre looked like. He then also decided to
close his eyes. ~Let's see. Quatre was a little shorter then me, but not
a whole lot. He had dark green eyes and desert sand colored hair. He was
paled skin and he had a simile, *snickered softly* that simile, that could
bring warmth and joy to any room. Could the reason be that I miss Quatre
because I love him?~
"Trowaaa," called an echoing voice softly.
"Trowaaa." Trowa now found himself standing, no flouting, no hovering,
no, both hovering and flouting in dark space, but not outer space. Just
a dark space with air.
"Where, where am I and who's calling me?"
asked Trowa.
"Trowaaa," called the voice again, but this
time Trowa knew who was calling him.
"Quatre!!" Trowa called out. "Where are you?"
"I am right here Trowa." Trowa turned around
and saw Quatre was right behind him. he looked the same as usual, but this
time he had a soft glow around him.
"I thought you were..."
"I am, Trowa. I am dead."
"But then why are you here?"
"Because, Trowa, I wanted to see you one
last time."
"Where are we, Quatre??"
"In your heart, Trowa."
"My heart, but..."
"You wanted to see me. Didn't you Trowa?
It's been a month since we've seen each other, Trowa"
"Was it really a month?"
"Yes."
"Quatre, I want..." stuttered Trowa. "I want..I
want to tell you something."
"Hum." Trowa then flouted towards Quatre.
"What is it Trowa?"
~I love you, Quatre. Urg. Why can't I say
those those words to his face?~
"I love you too, Trowa." Quatre then reached
forward and kissed Trowa on the check. ~His kisses are like sweet, ripe,
fresh mangoes off a mango tree.~ (Ummmmm. Mangoes. Syira loves mangoes)
"How, how, how did you know you that..."
"We're in your heart, Trowa. Nothing can
be hidden from your heart." Just then Trowa noticed something else about
Quatre's eyes, they sparkled like stars. ~Stars!~ thought Trowa. ~That
was what the walls in his room reminded him of. Quatre's eyes!!!~ He then
raised Quatre's chin and kissed Quatre on the lips.
"I love you, little one." said Trowa. He
then closed his eyes.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Trowa, are you okay?" It was Ronna. Trowa
then opened his eyes. He found himself back at Winner Mansion in his room,
staring at the ceiling.
~It was just a dream,~ thought Trowa. ~No.
It was real. I think I was connected to Quatre through my heart.~
"Trowa. Are you in there?" Trowa had almost
forgot about Ronna.
"Yes. I'm here."
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah. I feel a lot better."
"Good. Are you hungry? Dinner is almost ready."
"Okay. I'm coming."
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The next morning, was Quatre's funeral. They
had decided to bury him in the desert because they all thought of Quatre
when they saw the desert. (Hey! Me too! Okay. No more interruptions.) At
breakfast, Trowa asked Ronna why they had called him in the first place.
"Oh. Well, you see. Out of all the gundam
pilots, for some strange reason, Quatre like you the best. So we thought
it was only natural for you to come, when Quatre died, to his funeral."
explained Ronna.
The funeral ceremony was beautiful, like
all funerals. After they had lowered Quatre's sarcophagus, they buried
it. Everyone said a couple things about Quatre, everyone except Trowa.
Soon after, everyone left for the reception except Trowa. Trowa placed
a yellow rose, that he had been holding during the ceremony, on top of
Quatre's grave. As he did, three tears ran down his face and onto the soil.
"Good bye, little one. May we meet again
under peaceful circumstances," he said kneeling over the grave.
"Trowa." It was Ronna.
"I'm coming." Trowa then got up and went
with Ronna to the reception. Quatre's tombstone read:
"Quatre Robertra Winner
Fought a war and lived.
Died young in peace."
As Trowa and Ronna left Quatre's grave,
a mysterious woman appeared beside the grave. All she wore was a black
cape.
"This love shall not die."
End
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Sooooo. Wach ya think? Loved it? Hate it?
Please review my fanfict. The mysterious woman will be explained later,
in the SQUEAL!!!! See ya then
~Syira~
