Inhuman?! Trowa returns!
"The second generation..." Quatre said quietly to himself. The arib pilot looked up as a silent brown-haired boy entered the room and walked around the marbel desk to the blond's side. "T-trowa?" Quatre questioned softly. The Heavy arms's pilot looked up with dark green eyes.
"Yes?" Trowa answered. The Latin pilot looked at the arib with intrest, as if longing to complet his every comand. Both orignal gundam pilots looked up as Rollin entered the office. The second was about as tall as heero, his figure hidden under a dark blue lab coat which hung down to his black, newly polished shoes. His full blue hair was messily tucked under a black hat. Rollin walked to the desk and saluted the Sandrock pilot.
"Comander Winner..." the second addressed him with a salute, "I redid his programing. He is now more human than any of the... ohters. He can now taste and see 2.3 times more than before. His sence of smell is now 3.8 and his sence of touch is 5.0 times the normal...."
"The normal being...?" Quatre asked, looking at the confused Trowa Barton.
"Us." Rollin said simply, although the fist seemed to catch a hint of excitement is the second's voice.
"He's a marvlious piece of work...it's wonderful we could save something so...." THe arib trailed off. The scientest seemed to sence a sight tone of love in the other's voice, and started to question the relationship between the first generation pilots, then decided agianst it.
"Yes, he is marvlious. He took lots of time..., though, it was hard fixing his memory. He was stuborn about it. Something in his past he did not want to get rid of...."
"How much dose he rember, captan?"
"Everything but the axident...."
"*Just* the axident?" Quatre inquired.
"only the axident..he rembers nothing of the day."
"Nothing of the whole day?"
"Corect, Comander." The blond sighed...the night he had confesed his feelings to his love.. the night his love had confesed having those same feelings... was all gone.... He had a feeling that night that something was going to happin.. (Why did i let him? Why did i let my love go?) Quatre formed a fist, mad at himself. His eyes opened as he felt the soft skin of Trowa's hand ontop of his, and found himself stairing into the eyes of the Heavy Arms pilot. The eyes so inocent.. so giving.. they pleeded for Quatre to smile.. to be happy....
"Quatre...?" The Latin pilot said quietly, sencing the sadness that the other was feeling.
"Sir?" Came the seconds uneasy reply to the slience.
"I'm alright, Rollin...," the arib paused, "Trowa." Two small sighs followed. Quatre put on a small smile for the two. "Captan Rollin?"
"Yes sir!" Came the imidate reply.
"You will join me and Trowa on our next mishion. I will tell you more at todays meating."
"Sir!" came the reply.
"You are excused, captan."
"Sir!" came the reply again, followd by soft footsteps down an empty hall. Blue eyes met with green ones, as the Sandrock pilot wondered about reveling his feelings again. He decide against it.
"Common, Tro-chan..." Quatre paused agian. (Tro-chan.. i wonder if he rembers..?) The other smiled and Quate senced that he *did* rember. The arib smiled as well, then stood up. The brown-haired pilot followed the other down the hall, which led to the mess hall.
"The second generation..." Quatre said quietly to himself. The arib pilot looked up as a silent brown-haired boy entered the room and walked around the marbel desk to the blond's side. "T-trowa?" Quatre questioned softly. The Heavy arms's pilot looked up with dark green eyes.
"Yes?" Trowa answered. The Latin pilot looked at the arib with intrest, as if longing to complet his every comand. Both orignal gundam pilots looked up as Rollin entered the office. The second was about as tall as heero, his figure hidden under a dark blue lab coat which hung down to his black, newly polished shoes. His full blue hair was messily tucked under a black hat. Rollin walked to the desk and saluted the Sandrock pilot.
"Comander Winner..." the second addressed him with a salute, "I redid his programing. He is now more human than any of the... ohters. He can now taste and see 2.3 times more than before. His sence of smell is now 3.8 and his sence of touch is 5.0 times the normal...."
"The normal being...?" Quatre asked, looking at the confused Trowa Barton.
"Us." Rollin said simply, although the fist seemed to catch a hint of excitement is the second's voice.
"He's a marvlious piece of work...it's wonderful we could save something so...." THe arib trailed off. The scientest seemed to sence a sight tone of love in the other's voice, and started to question the relationship between the first generation pilots, then decided agianst it.
"Yes, he is marvlious. He took lots of time..., though, it was hard fixing his memory. He was stuborn about it. Something in his past he did not want to get rid of...."
"How much dose he rember, captan?"
"Everything but the axident...."
"*Just* the axident?" Quatre inquired.
"only the axident..he rembers nothing of the day."
"Nothing of the whole day?"
"Corect, Comander." The blond sighed...the night he had confesed his feelings to his love.. the night his love had confesed having those same feelings... was all gone.... He had a feeling that night that something was going to happin.. (Why did i let him? Why did i let my love go?) Quatre formed a fist, mad at himself. His eyes opened as he felt the soft skin of Trowa's hand ontop of his, and found himself stairing into the eyes of the Heavy Arms pilot. The eyes so inocent.. so giving.. they pleeded for Quatre to smile.. to be happy....
"Quatre...?" The Latin pilot said quietly, sencing the sadness that the other was feeling.
"Sir?" Came the seconds uneasy reply to the slience.
"I'm alright, Rollin...," the arib paused, "Trowa." Two small sighs followed. Quatre put on a small smile for the two. "Captan Rollin?"
"Yes sir!" Came the imidate reply.
"You will join me and Trowa on our next mishion. I will tell you more at todays meating."
"Sir!" came the reply.
"You are excused, captan."
"Sir!" came the reply again, followd by soft footsteps down an empty hall. Blue eyes met with green ones, as the Sandrock pilot wondered about reveling his feelings again. He decide against it.
"Common, Tro-chan..." Quatre paused agian. (Tro-chan.. i wonder if he rembers..?) The other smiled and Quate senced that he *did* rember. The arib smiled as well, then stood up. The brown-haired pilot followed the other down the hall, which led to the mess hall.