Basic Instinct, Part 6
Chapter 33
Evening approached and Trowa decided to have a word with Quatre
about Ikia. The girl was a living paradox.
Catching him coming around a corner from the girls dorm Trowa
yelled to him to come over. Quatre looked up and saw him, hobbling over
he rested on a crutch beside him.
"Hey Trowa, whats up?" he asked.
"I want to ask you a question about Ikia, where did she come from?
Her aim is deadly accurate and she can switch personalities in a snap."
"You'll have to ask her that Trowa, I don't reveal anything about
her unless she gives consent."
"Oh, I see," Trowa replied. Inside he was fuming, why couldn't
Quatre just tell him? It was a little akward just to go up to her and
go, whats with you? Sighing he said, "alright then, thanks Quatre."
"No problem, I'm gonna go to bed, I'll see you in the morning."
"Yea, night," he replied distractedly and watched as Quatre limped
to the boys wing. He decided to go get a bite to eat before he went to
sleep himself.
Chapter 34
Walking into the cafeteria he was surprised to see auburn hair
resting on the table. It looked as if she had fallen asleep.
"Ehem," he cleared his throat. She jumped up and spun, pulling
a gun on him in a flash. When she saw who it was she lowered it.
"Sorry," she said sheepishly. "Must be the caffeine," she laughed.
"Come have a cup of coffee with me."
"Alright, I'd be glad to," he answered and went to get himself
a warm cupfull.
"Trowa right?" she said. He nodded. "So how long have you been
fighting Trowa? I know you were a Gundam pilot, but did you fight before
that?"
It was a touchy subject to him. Putting on a stoic face he replied,
"I don't know when I've never fought. Its my earliest memory and my last
memory."
"That's a shame, we can't change our lives can we? It seems fate
was picked out for some before we even breathed. We just have to keep
staining our hands with blood."
Trowa looked at her in surprise, it was almost as if she knew what
he was feeling.
When she saw his look she said, "I too have fought for as long
as I could remember. Quatre's father adopted me from a war orphanage, I
was training to be a soldier at five years old. They let him adopt me
with his promise that I would still fight and train with them. Basically
all that came from his during then was money and a last name. They wouldn't
let me visit them for fear that I would get soft."
"I see," he replied, no emotion betraying his akinness he was feeling
towards her.
"Show your emotions Trowa, I hate an emotionless listner. I want
to know what they think so I can agree or set them straight," she said
suddenly.
"I'm sorry, but thats not possible," he replied coldly and stood
up. "Thanks for the company, I think I'm going to go sleep now, its going
to be a busy day tomorrow."
"Alright," she replied. She watched him leave and sighed. She
should of been like that with her life, but for some reason she wasn't,
and it pained her to no end to see people destroyed by war.
Throwing her coffee away she made her way back to her dorm.
Trowa was in his room silently pounding on the wall. Why did he
have to be so abrupt with her. She wanted his emotions. "But," he whispered, "
I have none." He had seem the hurt in her eyes when he had said it wasn't
possible. He may have no emotions, but he didn't like hurting people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
Sorry its so short, but just as I was writing those last lines I got the
greatest idea for a fic, so I decided to stop here. I'll get out another
part soon. Till then, thanks for reading!
Chapter 33
Evening approached and Trowa decided to have a word with Quatre
about Ikia. The girl was a living paradox.
Catching him coming around a corner from the girls dorm Trowa
yelled to him to come over. Quatre looked up and saw him, hobbling over
he rested on a crutch beside him.
"Hey Trowa, whats up?" he asked.
"I want to ask you a question about Ikia, where did she come from?
Her aim is deadly accurate and she can switch personalities in a snap."
"You'll have to ask her that Trowa, I don't reveal anything about
her unless she gives consent."
"Oh, I see," Trowa replied. Inside he was fuming, why couldn't
Quatre just tell him? It was a little akward just to go up to her and
go, whats with you? Sighing he said, "alright then, thanks Quatre."
"No problem, I'm gonna go to bed, I'll see you in the morning."
"Yea, night," he replied distractedly and watched as Quatre limped
to the boys wing. He decided to go get a bite to eat before he went to
sleep himself.
Chapter 34
Walking into the cafeteria he was surprised to see auburn hair
resting on the table. It looked as if she had fallen asleep.
"Ehem," he cleared his throat. She jumped up and spun, pulling
a gun on him in a flash. When she saw who it was she lowered it.
"Sorry," she said sheepishly. "Must be the caffeine," she laughed.
"Come have a cup of coffee with me."
"Alright, I'd be glad to," he answered and went to get himself
a warm cupfull.
"Trowa right?" she said. He nodded. "So how long have you been
fighting Trowa? I know you were a Gundam pilot, but did you fight before
that?"
It was a touchy subject to him. Putting on a stoic face he replied,
"I don't know when I've never fought. Its my earliest memory and my last
memory."
"That's a shame, we can't change our lives can we? It seems fate
was picked out for some before we even breathed. We just have to keep
staining our hands with blood."
Trowa looked at her in surprise, it was almost as if she knew what
he was feeling.
When she saw his look she said, "I too have fought for as long
as I could remember. Quatre's father adopted me from a war orphanage, I
was training to be a soldier at five years old. They let him adopt me
with his promise that I would still fight and train with them. Basically
all that came from his during then was money and a last name. They wouldn't
let me visit them for fear that I would get soft."
"I see," he replied, no emotion betraying his akinness he was feeling
towards her.
"Show your emotions Trowa, I hate an emotionless listner. I want
to know what they think so I can agree or set them straight," she said
suddenly.
"I'm sorry, but thats not possible," he replied coldly and stood
up. "Thanks for the company, I think I'm going to go sleep now, its going
to be a busy day tomorrow."
"Alright," she replied. She watched him leave and sighed. She
should of been like that with her life, but for some reason she wasn't,
and it pained her to no end to see people destroyed by war.
Throwing her coffee away she made her way back to her dorm.
Trowa was in his room silently pounding on the wall. Why did he
have to be so abrupt with her. She wanted his emotions. "But," he whispered, "
I have none." He had seem the hurt in her eyes when he had said it wasn't
possible. He may have no emotions, but he didn't like hurting people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
Sorry its so short, but just as I was writing those last lines I got the
greatest idea for a fic, so I decided to stop here. I'll get out another
part soon. Till then, thanks for reading!
