Trowa 1/2
By Moon Dragon
Warnings: *YAOI* 3+4, 1+2, some angst, some OOC, SAP!
At some point I will change point of views like this ~~(name)~~
indicates song lyrics
Notes: This chapter is kinda like a songfic,
but it's nice (at least I think so)
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing and the song,
which is from Sweetbox
~~Heero~~
It's been one month and 17 days since that incident happens.
Sally checked Quatre and to our relief, he isn't dead.
But rather in a coma…
And we don't know when he'll wake up…or if he ever will…
Trowa is back to his own appearance and everything is cleared
up between Wufei, Duo and I. However…
It hurts to see Quatre in an endless sleep,
but it also hurts to see the state that Trowa pulls himself in.
He seldom eats and is getting thinner and paler than the usual.
Although he gives an unemotional glare…somehow his eyes grow dimmer
and grayer than his usual emerald green.
Everyday he sits in the room Quatre's in. Sometimes he talks to him,
play music for him or just simply stare.
He practically sleeps in there and never comes out
unless we force him to.
He's wasting himself…and what will he do if Quatre is gone…forever?
I don't want to think about it…
~~Trowa~~
"Hey Quatre," I say casually and giving a ghostly smile.
I imagine him smiling and giving his chirp of greeting.
But not replying…
"I brought you a radio, Quatre." I heave the junk onto the
table next to Quatre. Carefully not blowing the dust in his direction.
"It's old, but I'm sure it can still play something for us."
I turn on the ancient knob, but to find only static and mutes.
Figures…It's too ancient, but I don't want to disappoint Quatre.
I turn the radio around my hands and found a cassette tape still
in the radio's keep. I set it down and press the play button.
I'm surprised to hear soothing music with strings and wind
instruments combine together. It reminds me of Quatre and I…
I listen to the lyrics as a female voice sing out.
I put my hand around Quatre's. Transferring my warmth to his
cold hand as I feel for the beat of his pulse.
h you'd come back to me
You see I waited lifetime
'Cause you're my destiny
I blink back crystal tears.
Why am I torturing myself like this?
Please come back to me Quatre.
I softly sing along the chorus to gain strength from it.
The tape stop abruptly to signal its end.
I close my eyes, trying to block out the cold silence…
"That's such a pretty song…Trowa…"
I snap my eyes open to mirror blue ones back at me. "Quatre…"
~tbc~ (The end is near!)
By Moon Dragon
Warnings: *YAOI* 3+4, 1+2, some angst, some OOC, SAP!
At some point I will change point of views like this ~~(name)~~
indicates song lyrics
Notes: This chapter is kinda like a songfic,
but it's nice (at least I think so)
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing and the song,
which is from Sweetbox
~~Heero~~
It's been one month and 17 days since that incident happens.
Sally checked Quatre and to our relief, he isn't dead.
But rather in a coma…
And we don't know when he'll wake up…or if he ever will…
Trowa is back to his own appearance and everything is cleared
up between Wufei, Duo and I. However…
It hurts to see Quatre in an endless sleep,
but it also hurts to see the state that Trowa pulls himself in.
He seldom eats and is getting thinner and paler than the usual.
Although he gives an unemotional glare…somehow his eyes grow dimmer
and grayer than his usual emerald green.
Everyday he sits in the room Quatre's in. Sometimes he talks to him,
play music for him or just simply stare.
He practically sleeps in there and never comes out
unless we force him to.
He's wasting himself…and what will he do if Quatre is gone…forever?
I don't want to think about it…
~~Trowa~~
"Hey Quatre," I say casually and giving a ghostly smile.
I imagine him smiling and giving his chirp of greeting.
But not replying…
"I brought you a radio, Quatre." I heave the junk onto the
table next to Quatre. Carefully not blowing the dust in his direction.
"It's old, but I'm sure it can still play something for us."
I turn on the ancient knob, but to find only static and mutes.
Figures…It's too ancient, but I don't want to disappoint Quatre.
I turn the radio around my hands and found a cassette tape still
in the radio's keep. I set it down and press the play button.
I'm surprised to hear soothing music with strings and wind
instruments combine together. It reminds me of Quatre and I…
I listen to the lyrics as a female voice sing out.
I put my hand around Quatre's. Transferring my warmth to his
cold hand as I feel for the beat of his pulse.
h you'd come back to me
You see I waited lifetime
'Cause you're my destiny
I blink back crystal tears.
Why am I torturing myself like this?
Please come back to me Quatre.
I softly sing along the chorus to gain strength from it.
The tape stop abruptly to signal its end.
I close my eyes, trying to block out the cold silence…
"That's such a pretty song…Trowa…"
I snap my eyes open to mirror blue ones back at me. "Quatre…"
~tbc~ (The end is near!)