Hello, this is my second gundam story but I've
decided to put this one up first. This is a
story about Trowa and Quatre; it has yaoi
aspects but is not a hentai. This story is
rated pg-13. I do not own gundam; I'm just
using it for a while.
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Part one - a world of peace -
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Trowa sat at the bus stop waiting for the bus to
come; it was already 15 minuets late. Trowa looked
at his watch and sighed, 'I might as well walk to
Quatre's house' Trowa thought to him-self. Trowa
stood up and stretched and started to walk in the
direction of Quatre's house.
Trowa's mind raced over the events of
the past months; of the war's end and the total
lack of feeling that he always carried until the
end of the war. Trowa's mind was so clouded with
thoughts that he didn't see the car coming as he
crossed the street.
"Watch it you ass!" The fat mad in the
car yelled. Trowa was a jolted back to reality.
He sighed and very softly said "sorry" to the man
in the car that almost hit him. Trowa went back
to walking in his state of self-pity and delusion.
After an hour of aimless walking Trowa came across
Quatre's house (well it was a mansion actually).
Trowa looked up at the large ornate iron gates.
Trowa pushed oh the gates but they were locked;
he found the intercom button and pushed it.
"Hello?" a familiar voice asked; Quatre's voice.
"Hello, Quatre. It's Trowa." Trowa answered.
Quatre's voice became excited as he said, "Trowa!
I'll come down." Soon enough a small boy with a
fair complexion came running down the stairs and
to the gate which he quickly unlocked.
"Hi!" Quatre panted. Trowa just stared at him for
a minuet and then greeted him, "hello, Quatre.
You didn't need to run down here so fast I could
have waited."
"No. It's okay. I'm really glad you came." Quatre
said and lead Trowa in side his 'house'.
Trowa looked around at the high ceilings
and decretive walls with many paintings.
"Most of those are my paintings." Quatre commented.
"Wouldn't all them be yours since you own them."
Trowa commented back.
"I meant I painted most of them." Quatre corrected.
Trowa just said nothing and continued to admire
the artwork. Trowa followed his friend down the
long carpeted hallway to Quatre's room. Quatre
opened the door to his neat and decretive room.
Trowa was not surprised it looked the way it did.
"Please have a seat." Quatre offered as he sat
down in a purple cushioned chair next to a table
and another chair just like his. Trowa nodded
and sat in the other chair.
"So..." Quatre started, "why did come here?"
Trowa sighed and began, "you always said I was
welcome to visit you anytime...and I can't go
home right now."
Quatre looked surprised when Trowa said "home".
"Home?" Quatre questioned. Trowa looked
up at Quatre and replied, "yes, home. Home with
Kathren."
"Oh, yes. I remember now." Quatre said
when he finally remembered the circus that Trowa
was with. Trowa nodded and the put his head in his
hands. Quatre's expression went from his usual
pleasant smile to a look more fit for Heero.
"Why can't you go home?" Quatre asked.
Trowa did not look up but sighed and took a moment
before he began his explanation, "I can't go home
even though I want to so much. I can't face
Kathren. There are other things to...like
with this new peace I don't know how to act."
Quatre did not know how to help all he said was,
"I see."
Trowa finally looked up at Quatre and said, "I
can't go home because I no longer know how to
act with the way I feel now." Trowa had now
totally confused Quatre.
"What do you mean?" Quatre asked, "How
you feel...are you sick?"
"I don't think *you* would call it sick."
Trowa hinted. Quatre was still confused and asked
again, "what do you mean?"
Trowa inhaled and the let out the air and began,
"for so long I have been with out feeling. All I
did was survive and fight." Trowa paused to look
at Quatre. The confused expression on Quatre's
face lessoned and Trowa continued, "Trowa...I
can't remember the last time I have been or
felt love." Quatre's widen with Trowa's words
and it was now clear to him.
"I understand now." Quatre said and then
asked, "Who is she? Is it Kathren?" Trowa laughed
softly at the remark and said with a slight and
wry smile, "no...although I should love her, but
you're supposed to love your sister."
"Really?" was all Quatre could say. Trowa
nodded and then said, "I really don't want to talk
about it right now." Quatre smiled and got up from
his seat and then said, "I understand you must have
had a long trip. I'll get you a spare room." Quatre
left the room leaving Trowa alone.
"I can never tell you Quatre." Trowa quietly
said aloud, "I could never face it if you knew how
much you make me feel."
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That's it for part one. If you liked what I have so
far please email and tell me what you think; I need
comments I want to know if I'm doing a good job. You
can email me at
Ryu_Rokuban@gundamwing.org
decided to put this one up first. This is a
story about Trowa and Quatre; it has yaoi
aspects but is not a hentai. This story is
rated pg-13. I do not own gundam; I'm just
using it for a while.
= = = = =
Part one - a world of peace -
= = = = =
Trowa sat at the bus stop waiting for the bus to
come; it was already 15 minuets late. Trowa looked
at his watch and sighed, 'I might as well walk to
Quatre's house' Trowa thought to him-self. Trowa
stood up and stretched and started to walk in the
direction of Quatre's house.
Trowa's mind raced over the events of
the past months; of the war's end and the total
lack of feeling that he always carried until the
end of the war. Trowa's mind was so clouded with
thoughts that he didn't see the car coming as he
crossed the street.
"Watch it you ass!" The fat mad in the
car yelled. Trowa was a jolted back to reality.
He sighed and very softly said "sorry" to the man
in the car that almost hit him. Trowa went back
to walking in his state of self-pity and delusion.
After an hour of aimless walking Trowa came across
Quatre's house (well it was a mansion actually).
Trowa looked up at the large ornate iron gates.
Trowa pushed oh the gates but they were locked;
he found the intercom button and pushed it.
"Hello?" a familiar voice asked; Quatre's voice.
"Hello, Quatre. It's Trowa." Trowa answered.
Quatre's voice became excited as he said, "Trowa!
I'll come down." Soon enough a small boy with a
fair complexion came running down the stairs and
to the gate which he quickly unlocked.
"Hi!" Quatre panted. Trowa just stared at him for
a minuet and then greeted him, "hello, Quatre.
You didn't need to run down here so fast I could
have waited."
"No. It's okay. I'm really glad you came." Quatre
said and lead Trowa in side his 'house'.
Trowa looked around at the high ceilings
and decretive walls with many paintings.
"Most of those are my paintings." Quatre commented.
"Wouldn't all them be yours since you own them."
Trowa commented back.
"I meant I painted most of them." Quatre corrected.
Trowa just said nothing and continued to admire
the artwork. Trowa followed his friend down the
long carpeted hallway to Quatre's room. Quatre
opened the door to his neat and decretive room.
Trowa was not surprised it looked the way it did.
"Please have a seat." Quatre offered as he sat
down in a purple cushioned chair next to a table
and another chair just like his. Trowa nodded
and sat in the other chair.
"So..." Quatre started, "why did come here?"
Trowa sighed and began, "you always said I was
welcome to visit you anytime...and I can't go
home right now."
Quatre looked surprised when Trowa said "home".
"Home?" Quatre questioned. Trowa looked
up at Quatre and replied, "yes, home. Home with
Kathren."
"Oh, yes. I remember now." Quatre said
when he finally remembered the circus that Trowa
was with. Trowa nodded and the put his head in his
hands. Quatre's expression went from his usual
pleasant smile to a look more fit for Heero.
"Why can't you go home?" Quatre asked.
Trowa did not look up but sighed and took a moment
before he began his explanation, "I can't go home
even though I want to so much. I can't face
Kathren. There are other things to...like
with this new peace I don't know how to act."
Quatre did not know how to help all he said was,
"I see."
Trowa finally looked up at Quatre and said, "I
can't go home because I no longer know how to
act with the way I feel now." Trowa had now
totally confused Quatre.
"What do you mean?" Quatre asked, "How
you feel...are you sick?"
"I don't think *you* would call it sick."
Trowa hinted. Quatre was still confused and asked
again, "what do you mean?"
Trowa inhaled and the let out the air and began,
"for so long I have been with out feeling. All I
did was survive and fight." Trowa paused to look
at Quatre. The confused expression on Quatre's
face lessoned and Trowa continued, "Trowa...I
can't remember the last time I have been or
felt love." Quatre's widen with Trowa's words
and it was now clear to him.
"I understand now." Quatre said and then
asked, "Who is she? Is it Kathren?" Trowa laughed
softly at the remark and said with a slight and
wry smile, "no...although I should love her, but
you're supposed to love your sister."
"Really?" was all Quatre could say. Trowa
nodded and then said, "I really don't want to talk
about it right now." Quatre smiled and got up from
his seat and then said, "I understand you must have
had a long trip. I'll get you a spare room." Quatre
left the room leaving Trowa alone.
"I can never tell you Quatre." Trowa quietly
said aloud, "I could never face it if you knew how
much you make me feel."
= = = = = =
That's it for part one. If you liked what I have so
far please email and tell me what you think; I need
comments I want to know if I'm doing a good job. You
can email me at
Ryu_Rokuban@gundamwing.org