1 Insight
1.1 Part 3
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters (though I wish I did!). I'm just a humble fan writing this for fun.
1.2 Warnings: Shounen-ai, 3+4/4+3
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The hangar lights were dim as Trowa tightened the final bolts on Heavyarms' leg joints. The rest of the circus slept soundly in their bunks. No doubt their dreams were full of excitement and anticipation for the next day's opening night. The brown-haired pilot was also looking forward for the performance. Trowa's lips twisted into a bitter grin as he thought of the "new act," which he had volunteered to create for the OZ base crowd.
He polished his gundam meditatively; the mobile suit's sheen seemed to illuminate the dark hangar like a precious gem emerging from the rough of the rock surrounding it. He had found his mission. His purpose in life was reaffirmed. As he thought of his finale when the gundam and the OZ base would ignite in a glorious explosion, Trowa felt a sense of peace fill his being. A small sigh escaped him.
The morning and early afternoon seemed to drag on so slowly, as Trowa went about preparing for the show. As he fed the animals, he paused in front of the lion's cage. The golden-maned beast stood unwontedly silent and still by the bars. The brown-haired boy felt a twinge of sadness as he realized this would be the last time he would see this favorite creature. And it would be the last time he would participate in these tasks for the circus. Despite his silent aloofness, the boy had become part of the circus community, and he felt secure within its routine lifestyle of practices and performances.
He slid his hand through the bars and ran his fingers through the animal's soft, warm yellow-brown fur. He withdrew his hand and gently placed the water pail by the corner of the trailer. Without a second glance, he turned, hands in pockets, and walked slowly back to his trailer to prepare for the evening performance.
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The Big Top had never been as full as it was tonight. Eager smiling people squirmed with excitement and anticipation in all the seats from the front row all the way up to the top rafters of the grandstand. The ringmaster grinned broadly as he and Catherine peeked through the curtain flaps.
Trowa stood quietly off to the side in front of a large tarp-covered object. His crossed his arms over his chest, his spiky-haired head bowed. He thought of his afternoon, as he spent his last time talking with Heero. He had not told the dark-haired boy of his plans but the Wing Gundam pilot sensed that something important was to happen tonight. He had said nothing, however, respecting Trowa's privacy and resolution.
Looking back at their almost business-like conversation about mobile suits and battle tactics, the boy felt slightly put out. Trowa frowned. This sudden feeling surprised him. Why should he worry about whether or not Heero would miss him when he was gone? He shook his head as if to rid it of unwanted thoughts. Tossing quick looks on either side of him, Trowa raised the near flap of the tarp. A corner of Heavyarms' bright façade caught the glints of light that streamed through the tent flap cracks. Quickly, the boy ducked beneath the fabric.
The lights of the cockpit sprang to life as the mobile suit controls came online.
To be continued.
1.1 Part 3
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters (though I wish I did!). I'm just a humble fan writing this for fun.
1.2 Warnings: Shounen-ai, 3+4/4+3
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The hangar lights were dim as Trowa tightened the final bolts on Heavyarms' leg joints. The rest of the circus slept soundly in their bunks. No doubt their dreams were full of excitement and anticipation for the next day's opening night. The brown-haired pilot was also looking forward for the performance. Trowa's lips twisted into a bitter grin as he thought of the "new act," which he had volunteered to create for the OZ base crowd.
He polished his gundam meditatively; the mobile suit's sheen seemed to illuminate the dark hangar like a precious gem emerging from the rough of the rock surrounding it. He had found his mission. His purpose in life was reaffirmed. As he thought of his finale when the gundam and the OZ base would ignite in a glorious explosion, Trowa felt a sense of peace fill his being. A small sigh escaped him.
The morning and early afternoon seemed to drag on so slowly, as Trowa went about preparing for the show. As he fed the animals, he paused in front of the lion's cage. The golden-maned beast stood unwontedly silent and still by the bars. The brown-haired boy felt a twinge of sadness as he realized this would be the last time he would see this favorite creature. And it would be the last time he would participate in these tasks for the circus. Despite his silent aloofness, the boy had become part of the circus community, and he felt secure within its routine lifestyle of practices and performances.
He slid his hand through the bars and ran his fingers through the animal's soft, warm yellow-brown fur. He withdrew his hand and gently placed the water pail by the corner of the trailer. Without a second glance, he turned, hands in pockets, and walked slowly back to his trailer to prepare for the evening performance.
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The Big Top had never been as full as it was tonight. Eager smiling people squirmed with excitement and anticipation in all the seats from the front row all the way up to the top rafters of the grandstand. The ringmaster grinned broadly as he and Catherine peeked through the curtain flaps.
Trowa stood quietly off to the side in front of a large tarp-covered object. His crossed his arms over his chest, his spiky-haired head bowed. He thought of his afternoon, as he spent his last time talking with Heero. He had not told the dark-haired boy of his plans but the Wing Gundam pilot sensed that something important was to happen tonight. He had said nothing, however, respecting Trowa's privacy and resolution.
Looking back at their almost business-like conversation about mobile suits and battle tactics, the boy felt slightly put out. Trowa frowned. This sudden feeling surprised him. Why should he worry about whether or not Heero would miss him when he was gone? He shook his head as if to rid it of unwanted thoughts. Tossing quick looks on either side of him, Trowa raised the near flap of the tarp. A corner of Heavyarms' bright façade caught the glints of light that streamed through the tent flap cracks. Quickly, the boy ducked beneath the fabric.
The lights of the cockpit sprang to life as the mobile suit controls came online.
To be continued.
