Hi. This is part two of three and four.
I do not own Gundam wing...I sure wish
I did though. This is shonen ai...
meaning boy love. This has gay aspects
and if you don't Like the idea of
Trowa and Quatre being more than
friends
Don't read this.
= = = =
Part two of three and four. -trowa in a tie-
= = = =
Trowa laid half on the bed
and half off. He stared at the
closed door as if he expected
someone to walk threw it. "Shit."
Trowa softly said to him-self,
"that was the stupidest thing
I've ever done." Trowa took a
deep breath then sat up on the
bed before he totally fell off
it. He suddenly jumped off the
bed and then proceeded to walk
out of the room.
"Good thing this house
is so big." Trowa thought,
"I won't have to worry about
seeing Quatre till dinner."
Trowa was wrong because right
after her thought he'd be able
to avoid Quatre he turned the
corner and bumped in to Quatre:
literally.
"S...Sorry." Trowa
stuttered.
"It's okay." Quatre
said in his usual manner.
Trowa walked passed Quatre
with out saying another word.
Quatre just followed Trowa with
his eyes as he walked by.
"What's wrong with you,
Trowa?" Quatre said a loud but not
too loud, " there's something very
wrong with you now."
Quarter walked till he reached his
office and sat down in his desk
pilled with papers. Quatre rummages the
piles and find all the things that need
his attention. After a half an hour of
work he gave up. Quatre smacked his
head down on the desk and sighed. His
mind was too preoccupied with thoughts
of Trowa. Quatre lifted himself off of
the desk and out of his chair. He paced
about his large white office he looked
out the window to see Trowa sitting
outside in the garden watching a cat.
Quatre ran out of the office and to the
garden where Trowa was but when he reached
his destination Trowa was gone. Quatre ran
down the many paths of the garden searching
for Trowa. "Trowa!" Quatre yelled out,
"Where are you!?" Trowa was sitting on a
marble bench looking at tiny black ants march
to and fro. Quatre at first ran past the path
that lead to Trowa but then stopped and came
back to the path where Trowa was sitting.
"Trowa?" Quatre softly asked and then
smiled and said, "I've been looking for you."
Trowa glanced up quickly and then looked back
at the procession of ants.
"Trowa are you ok?" Quatre's voice
became soft shaky and his eyes grew sad and
worried.
It took Trowa a minuet or two to finally get
the courage to answer, "Quatre, I will be OK."
Quatre didn't believe a word of it he could
see right threw Trowa's act.
"Trowa...you're lying." Quatre said
with a bit of distain in his voice then
turned around and walked back to his office.
Trowa looked up when Quatre turned around he
followed Quatre with his eyes till he was out
of sight.
"You're right." Trowa said to the
empty space where Quatre just was. Trowa
glance back at the ants; they were all
leaving and Trowa decided it was time for
him to leave too. It was getting late and
the light in the 'sky' (remember it's a
colony and the light is fake and so is the
sky) was fading. Trowa slowly walked back to
the house and took every reason to stop.
Trowa stopped to let a frog walk from one
side of the path to the other or to tie his
shoelace any reason for him to stall see Quatre.
It took Trowa a half an hour to walk back;
the walk usually takes 15 minuets. When
Trowa had returned to the house Quatre was
the waiting for him. Trowa was quite
surprised to see Quatre waiting for him
right out side his door.
"It takes you along time to walk back."
Quatre commented. Trowa's response was his quick
glance up at Quatre then back to the floor.
"Trowa..." Quatre started, "you know I'm
your friend. I'd say I'm the best one you have.
Not to sound prudent but I think I am and if
you're having so much trouble why can't you
talk to me?" Quatre's face was the most serious
Trowa had ever seen it. Trowa simply replied,
"I did." And entered his room trying his best
not to look at Quatre. Quatre stopped and
realized how hard it was for Trowa to tell
him what he did.
"I'll leave you now." Quatre quietly
said. Trowa looked up as Quatre left. He
wanted so badly to talk to him to tell him
of what happened after he ran away from
Kathren and how he felt for Quatre. Trowa
wanted to stop being alone but he was alone;
Quatre had left him to wallow in his regrets.
For some unknown reason (even unknown to Trowa)
Trowa stood up and went to look for Quatre.
Trowa wondered around the many carpeted hallways
for a long extent of time. When Trowa finally
found Quatre he was sitting in a chair a sleep.
A wiry smile came across Trowa's face and he
sat next to Quatre and watched him sleep.
Quatre woke up as soon as Trowa sat down.
Trowa was about to leap up from his seat and
leave before Quatre noticed his presence but
it was too late and Quatre looked at him.
"Trowa...?" Quatre asked as he rubbed
his eyes, "why are you here?" Trowa opened his
mouth to say something but he thought again and
closed his mouth. He stared at Quatre then
managed to say, "I came to look for you."
Trowa seemed embarrassed to admit that he
wanted to talk to Quatre. Quatre smiled,
stood up and straightened his clothing,
"I'm glad you came to talk. I'm very worried
about you." Quatre said.
"I..." Trowa stalled. He couldn't
think of anything to say that would cover
up why he was really there, "I just...wanted
to know if we're eating together...I...mean
when's dinner." Trowa looked up at Quatre
knowing that was not a good excuse.
"We'll eat in an hour. Is that good
for you?" Quatre asked all the time smiling.
Trowa simply nodded in response.
"Could you do something for me, Trowa?"
Quatre asked. Trowa blinked then asked, "what do
you want?" Quatre seemed uneasy about asking him
this but he did, "could you wear something..."
Quatre paused, "I don't mean to be rude but could
you wear something more formal? I have some of my
sisters coming and some guest and a turtleneck and
jeans isn't really..."
"Expectable." Trowa finished. Quatre
sighed and nodded.
"I would but I only have a few changes
of clothing and they're nothing fancy."
"Not even a suit?" Quatre asked. Trowa
shook his head.
"Well I could lend you one of mine...I
can just let the hems out...they'll probably fit
you." Quatre said as he inspected Trowa. Trowa
was a bit nervous about Quatre pacing about him
looking him up and down.
"Ok." was Trowa's only response. Quatre
started to walk down the hallway, "aren't you
coming?" he asked and then Trowa sprinted up to
where Quatre was.
"I think I have a suit that might look
good on you." Quatre told Trowa. Trowa didn't
know what to say, he wasn't really keen on the
idea of dressing up.
Quatre opened the doors to his room and let
Trowa walk in first. Trowa just looked around
the room inspecting everything he saw while
Quatre rummaged threw his huge closet.
"Found it!" Quatre cheerfully said
from in side the closet. Trowa turned to the
closet and looked at Quatre who was knee deep
in clothing. Trowa walked over and helped Quatre
out of the piles of clothing. Quatre handed Trowa
the dark green suit with pin stripes. Trowa
examined the suit his never changing in it's
expression but it was somewhat obvious Trowa
was not happy about dressing up. Trowa sighed
and said, "Okay. I'll wear it." Quatre was very
pleased which was always easy to tell when he was.
"I'm glad you like it." Quatre said in his
typical happy tone.
"I didn't say I liked it." Trowa commented back
to Quatre his voice seemed annoyed.
"Oh." Quatre's gleeful tone went to a monotone,
"you can change in my bathroom." Trowa just stands
there for a minuet then says, "don't I need a shirt
to go under it?"
Quatre smacked his hand on his forehead and said
to him self and maybe Trowa, "stupid me! I forgot
that." Quatre search threw his drawers and finds
the dress shirt he was looking for. "Here." Quatre
said as he handed Trowa the light green shirt.
Trowa sighed and walked it to the bathroom that
was also big and luxurious like everything else
Quatre had. Quatre decided at this time he should
get changed also. After finding the black suit
he'd wear Quatre began to undress. Trowa dressed
quickly then came out of the bathroom. Trowa
dropped his clothes on the ground and began to
stutter, "I...I...I'm sorry." When he saw Quatre
standing there in his light pink boxers. Trowa
quickly went back into the bathroom and slammed
the door behind him. Quatre was a bit confused
with what just happened but he was embarrassed
that Trowa saw him in his most embarrassing
pair of boxers. Trowa waited in the bathroom
until Quatre called him out. Trowa came out
blushing and looking down at his shoes (which
were Quatre's since he's borrowing his clothing)
"It's ok." Quatre comforted, "we're both
guys, right?"
Trowa winced then said, "yeah...I just felt bad."
"It's ok...just don't tell the others that
I have pink boxers ok." Trowa looked up at Quatre
who was now in a black suit with a black tie and a
pink vest underneath. Trowa nodded.
"You're tie is a bit messy let me fix it."
Quatre offered. Trowa looked down at his tie,
which was sloppily tied; it looked as if a 3 year
old tied it. Quatre fixed the tie and took at step
back, "You look very nice." Trowa tried to smile but
it came out funny and it was obvious he was faking it.
Quatre looked down at his watch and his eyes grew large,
"damn! We're really late come on." Quatre quickly went
out of his room followed by Trowa.
When they arrived at the large hall Trowa
began to have a fearful feeling that this might be
one of the worst nights of his life.
= = = =
To be continued
= = = =
Did you like part two? If so email me! I haven't
gotten any comments yet about this story. Email
me at Ryu_Rokuban@gundamwing.org
I do not own Gundam wing...I sure wish
I did though. This is shonen ai...
meaning boy love. This has gay aspects
and if you don't Like the idea of
Trowa and Quatre being more than
friends
Don't read this.
= = = =
Part two of three and four. -trowa in a tie-
= = = =
Trowa laid half on the bed
and half off. He stared at the
closed door as if he expected
someone to walk threw it. "Shit."
Trowa softly said to him-self,
"that was the stupidest thing
I've ever done." Trowa took a
deep breath then sat up on the
bed before he totally fell off
it. He suddenly jumped off the
bed and then proceeded to walk
out of the room.
"Good thing this house
is so big." Trowa thought,
"I won't have to worry about
seeing Quatre till dinner."
Trowa was wrong because right
after her thought he'd be able
to avoid Quatre he turned the
corner and bumped in to Quatre:
literally.
"S...Sorry." Trowa
stuttered.
"It's okay." Quatre
said in his usual manner.
Trowa walked passed Quatre
with out saying another word.
Quatre just followed Trowa with
his eyes as he walked by.
"What's wrong with you,
Trowa?" Quatre said a loud but not
too loud, " there's something very
wrong with you now."
Quarter walked till he reached his
office and sat down in his desk
pilled with papers. Quatre rummages the
piles and find all the things that need
his attention. After a half an hour of
work he gave up. Quatre smacked his
head down on the desk and sighed. His
mind was too preoccupied with thoughts
of Trowa. Quatre lifted himself off of
the desk and out of his chair. He paced
about his large white office he looked
out the window to see Trowa sitting
outside in the garden watching a cat.
Quatre ran out of the office and to the
garden where Trowa was but when he reached
his destination Trowa was gone. Quatre ran
down the many paths of the garden searching
for Trowa. "Trowa!" Quatre yelled out,
"Where are you!?" Trowa was sitting on a
marble bench looking at tiny black ants march
to and fro. Quatre at first ran past the path
that lead to Trowa but then stopped and came
back to the path where Trowa was sitting.
"Trowa?" Quatre softly asked and then
smiled and said, "I've been looking for you."
Trowa glanced up quickly and then looked back
at the procession of ants.
"Trowa are you ok?" Quatre's voice
became soft shaky and his eyes grew sad and
worried.
It took Trowa a minuet or two to finally get
the courage to answer, "Quatre, I will be OK."
Quatre didn't believe a word of it he could
see right threw Trowa's act.
"Trowa...you're lying." Quatre said
with a bit of distain in his voice then
turned around and walked back to his office.
Trowa looked up when Quatre turned around he
followed Quatre with his eyes till he was out
of sight.
"You're right." Trowa said to the
empty space where Quatre just was. Trowa
glance back at the ants; they were all
leaving and Trowa decided it was time for
him to leave too. It was getting late and
the light in the 'sky' (remember it's a
colony and the light is fake and so is the
sky) was fading. Trowa slowly walked back to
the house and took every reason to stop.
Trowa stopped to let a frog walk from one
side of the path to the other or to tie his
shoelace any reason for him to stall see Quatre.
It took Trowa a half an hour to walk back;
the walk usually takes 15 minuets. When
Trowa had returned to the house Quatre was
the waiting for him. Trowa was quite
surprised to see Quatre waiting for him
right out side his door.
"It takes you along time to walk back."
Quatre commented. Trowa's response was his quick
glance up at Quatre then back to the floor.
"Trowa..." Quatre started, "you know I'm
your friend. I'd say I'm the best one you have.
Not to sound prudent but I think I am and if
you're having so much trouble why can't you
talk to me?" Quatre's face was the most serious
Trowa had ever seen it. Trowa simply replied,
"I did." And entered his room trying his best
not to look at Quatre. Quatre stopped and
realized how hard it was for Trowa to tell
him what he did.
"I'll leave you now." Quatre quietly
said. Trowa looked up as Quatre left. He
wanted so badly to talk to him to tell him
of what happened after he ran away from
Kathren and how he felt for Quatre. Trowa
wanted to stop being alone but he was alone;
Quatre had left him to wallow in his regrets.
For some unknown reason (even unknown to Trowa)
Trowa stood up and went to look for Quatre.
Trowa wondered around the many carpeted hallways
for a long extent of time. When Trowa finally
found Quatre he was sitting in a chair a sleep.
A wiry smile came across Trowa's face and he
sat next to Quatre and watched him sleep.
Quatre woke up as soon as Trowa sat down.
Trowa was about to leap up from his seat and
leave before Quatre noticed his presence but
it was too late and Quatre looked at him.
"Trowa...?" Quatre asked as he rubbed
his eyes, "why are you here?" Trowa opened his
mouth to say something but he thought again and
closed his mouth. He stared at Quatre then
managed to say, "I came to look for you."
Trowa seemed embarrassed to admit that he
wanted to talk to Quatre. Quatre smiled,
stood up and straightened his clothing,
"I'm glad you came to talk. I'm very worried
about you." Quatre said.
"I..." Trowa stalled. He couldn't
think of anything to say that would cover
up why he was really there, "I just...wanted
to know if we're eating together...I...mean
when's dinner." Trowa looked up at Quatre
knowing that was not a good excuse.
"We'll eat in an hour. Is that good
for you?" Quatre asked all the time smiling.
Trowa simply nodded in response.
"Could you do something for me, Trowa?"
Quatre asked. Trowa blinked then asked, "what do
you want?" Quatre seemed uneasy about asking him
this but he did, "could you wear something..."
Quatre paused, "I don't mean to be rude but could
you wear something more formal? I have some of my
sisters coming and some guest and a turtleneck and
jeans isn't really..."
"Expectable." Trowa finished. Quatre
sighed and nodded.
"I would but I only have a few changes
of clothing and they're nothing fancy."
"Not even a suit?" Quatre asked. Trowa
shook his head.
"Well I could lend you one of mine...I
can just let the hems out...they'll probably fit
you." Quatre said as he inspected Trowa. Trowa
was a bit nervous about Quatre pacing about him
looking him up and down.
"Ok." was Trowa's only response. Quatre
started to walk down the hallway, "aren't you
coming?" he asked and then Trowa sprinted up to
where Quatre was.
"I think I have a suit that might look
good on you." Quatre told Trowa. Trowa didn't
know what to say, he wasn't really keen on the
idea of dressing up.
Quatre opened the doors to his room and let
Trowa walk in first. Trowa just looked around
the room inspecting everything he saw while
Quatre rummaged threw his huge closet.
"Found it!" Quatre cheerfully said
from in side the closet. Trowa turned to the
closet and looked at Quatre who was knee deep
in clothing. Trowa walked over and helped Quatre
out of the piles of clothing. Quatre handed Trowa
the dark green suit with pin stripes. Trowa
examined the suit his never changing in it's
expression but it was somewhat obvious Trowa
was not happy about dressing up. Trowa sighed
and said, "Okay. I'll wear it." Quatre was very
pleased which was always easy to tell when he was.
"I'm glad you like it." Quatre said in his
typical happy tone.
"I didn't say I liked it." Trowa commented back
to Quatre his voice seemed annoyed.
"Oh." Quatre's gleeful tone went to a monotone,
"you can change in my bathroom." Trowa just stands
there for a minuet then says, "don't I need a shirt
to go under it?"
Quatre smacked his hand on his forehead and said
to him self and maybe Trowa, "stupid me! I forgot
that." Quatre search threw his drawers and finds
the dress shirt he was looking for. "Here." Quatre
said as he handed Trowa the light green shirt.
Trowa sighed and walked it to the bathroom that
was also big and luxurious like everything else
Quatre had. Quatre decided at this time he should
get changed also. After finding the black suit
he'd wear Quatre began to undress. Trowa dressed
quickly then came out of the bathroom. Trowa
dropped his clothes on the ground and began to
stutter, "I...I...I'm sorry." When he saw Quatre
standing there in his light pink boxers. Trowa
quickly went back into the bathroom and slammed
the door behind him. Quatre was a bit confused
with what just happened but he was embarrassed
that Trowa saw him in his most embarrassing
pair of boxers. Trowa waited in the bathroom
until Quatre called him out. Trowa came out
blushing and looking down at his shoes (which
were Quatre's since he's borrowing his clothing)
"It's ok." Quatre comforted, "we're both
guys, right?"
Trowa winced then said, "yeah...I just felt bad."
"It's ok...just don't tell the others that
I have pink boxers ok." Trowa looked up at Quatre
who was now in a black suit with a black tie and a
pink vest underneath. Trowa nodded.
"You're tie is a bit messy let me fix it."
Quatre offered. Trowa looked down at his tie,
which was sloppily tied; it looked as if a 3 year
old tied it. Quatre fixed the tie and took at step
back, "You look very nice." Trowa tried to smile but
it came out funny and it was obvious he was faking it.
Quatre looked down at his watch and his eyes grew large,
"damn! We're really late come on." Quatre quickly went
out of his room followed by Trowa.
When they arrived at the large hall Trowa
began to have a fearful feeling that this might be
one of the worst nights of his life.
= = = =
To be continued
= = = =
Did you like part two? If so email me! I haven't
gotten any comments yet about this story. Email
me at Ryu_Rokuban@gundamwing.org