Legal Disclaimer: ::sighs:: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters...
Author's Note: Well, here's the newest chapter. I'm sorry it took so long to write, but I've been swamped with other projects lately x.x. Anyway, I'd like to thank my reviewers! Thanks a lot Seeress and Tora Tsuki! I appreciate you both sticking with me son long! ^-^.
Pairings: 1x2x1, 4x3x4? No lemon, as usual. I hope you continue reading though...
Heartfelt Desires
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Nine
Finally, the day of the party had arrived. The final guests began to arrive at a quarter to eight, so they would have a good hour before the doors to the ballroom opened. It wasn't a really formal party, but most of the people decided to dress up. Quatre, Hilde, and Relena had finished briefing Heero on what to do then they went to their own rooms to prepare.
The Arabian went to join the party at 8:30, to make sure things would go as planned, and everyone entered the ballroom at about a quarter to nine. His sisters agreed to be his little helpers for the party, and most of them donned angel-garbs. They carried poles with mistletoe hanging down, ready to spring into action whenever they found couples dancing. A large dance floor rested in the center of the enormous room, with tables arranged around the edge for people with no desire to dance. Chandeliers high above bathed the room, illuminating the room in a soft glow. Christmas music drifted through the dull roar of the crowd. Various decorations hung around the huge room, in alcoves, on walls, and over windows. The crowning achievement, however, was the giant Christmas tree that was to be lighted at Midnight. It was Quatre's pride and joy, so to speak.
The blonde wandered through the crowd of people, searching for a specific person. He had resolved that tonight would be the night he would tell him how he felt. His heart was in his throat, he felt numb with fear, but his mind was set. Luck was on his side as he found the tall boy hanging around a table laden with food. Quatre mentally reminded himself to tip the caterers and approached Trowa.
The emerald-eyed boy looked up as he approached. "Hello, Quatre...."
Quatre smiled warmly. "Hello, Trowa. Are you enjoying yourself?"
Trowa nodded, glancing around the room. "Yes...you really went out of your way to make people happy...."
The Arabian blushed at the compliment. "I enjoy it.... Um... Trowa...could I talk with you for a second?"
The silent youth gazed at him from beneath his bangs. "Of course."
Quatre took a deep breath. "Trowa, I-"
"Quatre!"
The young blonde spun around, watching as Catherine and one of his sisters made their way towards him. Quatre felt like crying out in frustration, but bit his tongue before any sound escaped. Instead, he smiled in greeting. "Hello girls...enjoying yourselves?"
Catherine smiled happily. "Of course! You throw the best parties, Quatre! Would you mind sitting with us? Trowa, you come too!"
Trowa and Quatre both exchanged glances and followed the girls. They all sat at a table where some more of Quatre's sisters waited for them. The Arabian youth sat by one of them, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that he sat down rather close to him. The expression on his face revealed nothing, and Quatre wondered if it was intentional.
And so they sat there for what seemed like an eternity. Quatre threw in a smile or a comment when necessary but his mind was occupied with the silent youth sitting next to him. Trowa never said anything during their conversation, and the blonde had to wonder what he was thinking of.
At a moment when the girls were conversing amongst themselves, Quatre caught a glimpse of Duo helping another girl up. He smiled and turned to the others. "Please excuse me... I'm afraid I have something to do."
One of his sisters smiled and nodded. "Of course! We know that your a busy man, Quatre."
He smiled and stood, then threaded his way through the crowd, over to the stereo hooked up to all the speakers. As he watched the girl and Duo talk, he changed the Christmas songs to a nice, slow dancing song. He turned up the volume a little, and watched what happened. As planned, the girl dragged Duo over to the dance floor.
Quatre watched with a small smile on his face. Seeing Duo with the girl eased some stress off of his shoulders. His thoughts were drawn to the mysterious youth who had captured his own heart. He thought of the enigmatic emerald eyes that seemed to draw him in whenever he met their silent gaze. Of his soft, melodious voice, when he decides to speak. The creamy skin... the soft lips....
After some time, the blonde blinked himself awake from his reverie. His desires where getting stronger, and he couldn't fight them much longer. It was about time that he told Trowa, and he intended to do so. Gathering his courage, he headed back to the table. When he arrived, he let out a soft curse.
The tall boy had disappeared, as he seemed to have a knack for doing at important times. Quatre swiftly returned to the crowd, avoiding Catherine's and his sisters' gazes, as they still sat at the table. He wondered half-heartedly through the mass of people, finally emerging at a small alcove in a wall. He stood in the depression and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. He felt like breaking down, but for the guest's sake, he wouldn't. The blonde opened his eyes and scanned the crowd in the hope of finding the emerald-eyed youth who had captured his heart.
The devil's luck was with him. He caught sight of Trowa across the room, standing in the midst of a crowd of people. He was detached and silent, gazing at a drink he held in his hand. Quatre wished he would look up, just once. He found himself daydreaming about the boy again. It was hard not to. He stared at Trowa and fantasized about him. This didn't last long, however.
"...What ya lookin at?"
It was Duo.
Author's Note: Well, here's the newest chapter. I'm sorry it took so long to write, but I've been swamped with other projects lately x.x. Anyway, I'd like to thank my reviewers! Thanks a lot Seeress and Tora Tsuki! I appreciate you both sticking with me son long! ^-^.
Pairings: 1x2x1, 4x3x4? No lemon, as usual. I hope you continue reading though...
Heartfelt Desires
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Nine
Finally, the day of the party had arrived. The final guests began to arrive at a quarter to eight, so they would have a good hour before the doors to the ballroom opened. It wasn't a really formal party, but most of the people decided to dress up. Quatre, Hilde, and Relena had finished briefing Heero on what to do then they went to their own rooms to prepare.
The Arabian went to join the party at 8:30, to make sure things would go as planned, and everyone entered the ballroom at about a quarter to nine. His sisters agreed to be his little helpers for the party, and most of them donned angel-garbs. They carried poles with mistletoe hanging down, ready to spring into action whenever they found couples dancing. A large dance floor rested in the center of the enormous room, with tables arranged around the edge for people with no desire to dance. Chandeliers high above bathed the room, illuminating the room in a soft glow. Christmas music drifted through the dull roar of the crowd. Various decorations hung around the huge room, in alcoves, on walls, and over windows. The crowning achievement, however, was the giant Christmas tree that was to be lighted at Midnight. It was Quatre's pride and joy, so to speak.
The blonde wandered through the crowd of people, searching for a specific person. He had resolved that tonight would be the night he would tell him how he felt. His heart was in his throat, he felt numb with fear, but his mind was set. Luck was on his side as he found the tall boy hanging around a table laden with food. Quatre mentally reminded himself to tip the caterers and approached Trowa.
The emerald-eyed boy looked up as he approached. "Hello, Quatre...."
Quatre smiled warmly. "Hello, Trowa. Are you enjoying yourself?"
Trowa nodded, glancing around the room. "Yes...you really went out of your way to make people happy...."
The Arabian blushed at the compliment. "I enjoy it.... Um... Trowa...could I talk with you for a second?"
The silent youth gazed at him from beneath his bangs. "Of course."
Quatre took a deep breath. "Trowa, I-"
"Quatre!"
The young blonde spun around, watching as Catherine and one of his sisters made their way towards him. Quatre felt like crying out in frustration, but bit his tongue before any sound escaped. Instead, he smiled in greeting. "Hello girls...enjoying yourselves?"
Catherine smiled happily. "Of course! You throw the best parties, Quatre! Would you mind sitting with us? Trowa, you come too!"
Trowa and Quatre both exchanged glances and followed the girls. They all sat at a table where some more of Quatre's sisters waited for them. The Arabian youth sat by one of them, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that he sat down rather close to him. The expression on his face revealed nothing, and Quatre wondered if it was intentional.
And so they sat there for what seemed like an eternity. Quatre threw in a smile or a comment when necessary but his mind was occupied with the silent youth sitting next to him. Trowa never said anything during their conversation, and the blonde had to wonder what he was thinking of.
At a moment when the girls were conversing amongst themselves, Quatre caught a glimpse of Duo helping another girl up. He smiled and turned to the others. "Please excuse me... I'm afraid I have something to do."
One of his sisters smiled and nodded. "Of course! We know that your a busy man, Quatre."
He smiled and stood, then threaded his way through the crowd, over to the stereo hooked up to all the speakers. As he watched the girl and Duo talk, he changed the Christmas songs to a nice, slow dancing song. He turned up the volume a little, and watched what happened. As planned, the girl dragged Duo over to the dance floor.
Quatre watched with a small smile on his face. Seeing Duo with the girl eased some stress off of his shoulders. His thoughts were drawn to the mysterious youth who had captured his own heart. He thought of the enigmatic emerald eyes that seemed to draw him in whenever he met their silent gaze. Of his soft, melodious voice, when he decides to speak. The creamy skin... the soft lips....
After some time, the blonde blinked himself awake from his reverie. His desires where getting stronger, and he couldn't fight them much longer. It was about time that he told Trowa, and he intended to do so. Gathering his courage, he headed back to the table. When he arrived, he let out a soft curse.
The tall boy had disappeared, as he seemed to have a knack for doing at important times. Quatre swiftly returned to the crowd, avoiding Catherine's and his sisters' gazes, as they still sat at the table. He wondered half-heartedly through the mass of people, finally emerging at a small alcove in a wall. He stood in the depression and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. He felt like breaking down, but for the guest's sake, he wouldn't. The blonde opened his eyes and scanned the crowd in the hope of finding the emerald-eyed youth who had captured his heart.
The devil's luck was with him. He caught sight of Trowa across the room, standing in the midst of a crowd of people. He was detached and silent, gazing at a drink he held in his hand. Quatre wished he would look up, just once. He found himself daydreaming about the boy again. It was hard not to. He stared at Trowa and fantasized about him. This didn't last long, however.
"...What ya lookin at?"
It was Duo.