Night: part one.
AU, slight yaoi: 3x4 reference, 2xH, 6x9, perhaps slightly OOC.
(A/N: I don't own GW or its characters)
It was a cold night, but Quatre did not shiver. In fact, he thought the chill inviting from the desert nights, contrary to his companions. He looked at them now, his violin bow resting at his side, Duo Maxwell reading a newspaper and Chang Wufei dosing by the open fire.
Quatre tugged at his collar, stifling from the heat, and glanced at the side table. An instrument case lay, as though forgotten. He picked it up gingerly and opened it. The silver, recently polished, glinted in the firelight. He fingered the keys, pieced the instrument together, and blew softly into it, but he knew not how to make a sound. Duo looked up from his paper and smiled weakly.
"I know he's coming back. Lady Une sent a message today saying the war was almost over. He'll play for you again, little one, don't fret." Quatre frowned at his American friend. What did he know about loneliness? Then it came to him, Duo had no family, unlike himself; he had 29 sisters, 28 of which he'd never met. Quatre slowly put the flute away and stood up.
"I'm going for a walk," he sighed. Tugging on his coat, he stepped into the cool air. Now that was more like it. Quatre wandered the streets aimlessly, sighing and humming under his breath. He reached the river and sat down at a bench and began to cry. He did not care as the hot tears made their way down his face. It was fear and longing for Trowa, and for Trowa, Quatre would do anything, even cry.
Trowa Barton, pilot of the Gundam Heavy arms, was Quatre's best friend. Quatre didn't know what he would do without him, lest he did not return form the current war. Also in action was Heero Yuy, Duo's best friend. Quatre knew that Duo was close to Heero, although they may not have been as close as Trowa and himself. Quatre sniffed and stood up; wiping his eyes, and began the slow walk home.
Another set of footsteps added to his own, he turned to find Duo under a nearby lamppost.
"Hey. There's mail for you at home…" he shifted his weight from foot to foot, impatient that it had took Quatre so long to figure out he was behind him. Quatre nodded and sniffed again. Duo shuffled over and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"What did I say? He'll be back, and so will Heero."
Back at the house, Quatre ran for the mail, hopeful of what it may contain. Duo shouted after him, "Its in your room!" Quatre frowned, puzzled. He burst through the door and looked around, no mail was to be seen. Quatre sat on his bed, disappointed. Trouble was, there was already someone sitting on it.
The figure smiled and tossed Quatre an envelope.
"Here's your mail, Quatre." Quatre sighed.
"Thanks, Irea." He muttered to his sister. "You can go now. I don't know what Duo said to you, but I'm fine." Irea shook her head and left.
Quatre looked at the envelope, it was pretty beat up, but the handwriting told Quatre whom it was from. He tore it open, and it read:
Dearest Quatre,
Hello, finally. Mail takes forever here, doesn't it? Duo said you've been feeling down lately. I might be able to get TDY from this mission. I've no idea what TDY stands for. I think its something to do with military leave, I miss you so much; it's like losing the part of me I talk to. This war is insane. I feel like screaming and my head feels like exploding… the whole place screams psycho-ward. Like I said, its crazy out here. Heero seems to be handling the Zero system well. It's turned so many insane, and he is so calm. Its odd, I never thought he would end up being the strong one. I will be home soon. Soon in the military means a while, but I'll be home. Heero says to not lose faith, and I agree. I promise you I will be home. I promise. I need to come home, I feel like escaping sometimes. We're so young... and so many times we've been faced with death. I have to go. More mission training and briefing, its so boring without Maxwell's jokes, Wufei's snide remarks, and your compassion towards the people around us. I love you, don't forget that.
Yours always,
Trowa
Quatre folded the letter with a sigh. At least Trowa had written, and wasn't dead. 'and he said he loves me, isn't that enough?' he asked himself. Another tear slid down his cheek and Quatre sat down. A knock came at the door. Duo poked his head in.
"Are you going to be alright? Irea left in a hurry… oh Quatre.." Duo sat down next to him. Quatre looked over at Duo's tearstained face and frowned at the fact Duo was crying. 'he never seemed too much of an emotional guy.' Quatre thought. Duo was sobbing by this time.
"Sure, he writes and says he's ok, but I know everything's not ok. It's never ok with him. Heero just never really tells you what's on his mind, you know?" Duo sniffed, "I just wish he would tell me sometimes. Its ok to be afraid…" Quatre breathed a shaky breath and hung his head.
"I'm afraid I don't know what your feeling. Trowa tells me everything. What he's feeling, what he ate for dinner, the color of his socks.. Everything. I guess we're lucky to share what we have. Guys just don't talk to each other, maybe they should." Duo nodded and wiped his eyes.
A cough came from the doorway and they looked up.
"Sorry to interrupt your touchy feely moment, but Lady Une is here." Wufei stated. Duo glared and punched Wufei in the stomach, sending him to the floor.
"Come on, Quatre. The Hermaphrodite needs a 'moment to himself'…." Duo glared at Wufei again and descended the stairs.
Lady Une was standing in a far corner of the living room, examining photographs. In one, the quintet stood on the shore of a lake. 'Ah. The road trip..' she thought. Wufei was looking moodily into space, standing apart from the others; Duo smiling cheesily, Quatre sipping at a thermos, Trowa and Heero, well, Heero was pointing a gun at the camera and Trowa was staring out at the lake. Lady Une shook her head and turned to next one. A fair-haired boy gazed at the camera in a school photograph. It was obviously Quatre, looking about 9 or 10. 'he was so innocent..' she thought to herself. Another photo, obviously professionally done, hung of Trowa and Quatre playing music together. She squinted at the photographer's signature in the corner reading 'Lani Blake', and sighed as she could almost hear the elaborate melody of a flute and violin. Footsteps intruded on her train of thought as Duo and Quatre walked in and sat down.
"Hello, I'm afraid I have bad news…." She murmured, tucking her brown hair behind her ears. Duo hung his head, and Quatre stared at her, preparing for the news.
"You are going to have a lot less room in this house, if that is possible in a 5 story house.. Boys?" A tall, thin figure poked his head in the door. Quatre stood up, tears running from his eyes.
"Trowa… you're home. I thought…." Quatre ran to Trowa and almost knocked him over. Duo smiled and chuckled lightly, but he was still waiting. He leaned over to try to catch sight of the remaining Gundam pilot. He heard a yelp of pain from the hallway and grimaced. Lady Une frowned and left to assist the struggling form. Heero Yuy's body emerged from the dark hall and into the light of the room. He was hurt, badly, but Duo ran to him anyway and helped him to the couch. Heero grimaced in pain.
"Oh Heero..." Duo sighed and gingerly touched the bleeding wound. He frowned in a motherly sort of way and picked Heero up in his arms. "You're getting proper medical treatment this time!" Heero groaned, but allowed himself to be carried to the car and taken to the hospital.
"Are you two content?" Lady Une asked, although she needn't have. Trowa and Quatre were deep in discussion about Christmas, and what decorations were going up.
"No, I refuse to put up that ugly wreath again! Yes, we'll put up the two instrument decorations…" Trowa sighed. Quatre smiled cheesily, and hugged Trowa around the waist. Trowa looked at the blond with a faint smile on his face.
"Its good to be home…" he murmured and kissed the top of Quatre's head. Quatre tilted his head up to look into Trowa's emerald eyes for a second, before burying his head in Trowa's shoulder.
Lady Une stood up; her work here was done.
"Goodbye, boys," she said and exited the house. Trowa glanced up as she left, but made no sound. Quatre was still sobbing into his shoulder.
"Come, little one. Let me see if I still remember where I sleep." Quatre looked up.
"How could you forget?" he asked, smiling mischievously. Trowa stood up and Quatre led him up the four flights of stairs and to the dark room they inhabited. Trowa clicked on the light and sighed contentedly. Quatre climbed onto the large bed and fell asleep almost instantly. Trowa chuckled and stroked his hair.
"Sleep well, love. No one shall harm you while you sleep, for I am here watching over you." Trowa clicked off the light and snuggled next to Quatre to sleep.
* * * *
"I can't believe you, Heero Yuy. Why didn't you let Trowa help you? You almost died, when are you going to learn!" Duo scolded. Heero groaned and tried to roll over. Duo's expression softened. "Here," he murmured and helped him onto his back. Heero's Prussian eyes looked up at Duo.
"Did.. Did you call R-Relena?" Heero stuttered. Duo shook his head with a confused look on his face.
"Why would I call Relena?" Heero smiled weakly.
"To tell her my fiancé will be in town…" Duo grinned. He liked it when Lani came to visit.
AU, slight yaoi: 3x4 reference, 2xH, 6x9, perhaps slightly OOC.
(A/N: I don't own GW or its characters)
It was a cold night, but Quatre did not shiver. In fact, he thought the chill inviting from the desert nights, contrary to his companions. He looked at them now, his violin bow resting at his side, Duo Maxwell reading a newspaper and Chang Wufei dosing by the open fire.
Quatre tugged at his collar, stifling from the heat, and glanced at the side table. An instrument case lay, as though forgotten. He picked it up gingerly and opened it. The silver, recently polished, glinted in the firelight. He fingered the keys, pieced the instrument together, and blew softly into it, but he knew not how to make a sound. Duo looked up from his paper and smiled weakly.
"I know he's coming back. Lady Une sent a message today saying the war was almost over. He'll play for you again, little one, don't fret." Quatre frowned at his American friend. What did he know about loneliness? Then it came to him, Duo had no family, unlike himself; he had 29 sisters, 28 of which he'd never met. Quatre slowly put the flute away and stood up.
"I'm going for a walk," he sighed. Tugging on his coat, he stepped into the cool air. Now that was more like it. Quatre wandered the streets aimlessly, sighing and humming under his breath. He reached the river and sat down at a bench and began to cry. He did not care as the hot tears made their way down his face. It was fear and longing for Trowa, and for Trowa, Quatre would do anything, even cry.
Trowa Barton, pilot of the Gundam Heavy arms, was Quatre's best friend. Quatre didn't know what he would do without him, lest he did not return form the current war. Also in action was Heero Yuy, Duo's best friend. Quatre knew that Duo was close to Heero, although they may not have been as close as Trowa and himself. Quatre sniffed and stood up; wiping his eyes, and began the slow walk home.
Another set of footsteps added to his own, he turned to find Duo under a nearby lamppost.
"Hey. There's mail for you at home…" he shifted his weight from foot to foot, impatient that it had took Quatre so long to figure out he was behind him. Quatre nodded and sniffed again. Duo shuffled over and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"What did I say? He'll be back, and so will Heero."
Back at the house, Quatre ran for the mail, hopeful of what it may contain. Duo shouted after him, "Its in your room!" Quatre frowned, puzzled. He burst through the door and looked around, no mail was to be seen. Quatre sat on his bed, disappointed. Trouble was, there was already someone sitting on it.
The figure smiled and tossed Quatre an envelope.
"Here's your mail, Quatre." Quatre sighed.
"Thanks, Irea." He muttered to his sister. "You can go now. I don't know what Duo said to you, but I'm fine." Irea shook her head and left.
Quatre looked at the envelope, it was pretty beat up, but the handwriting told Quatre whom it was from. He tore it open, and it read:
Dearest Quatre,
Hello, finally. Mail takes forever here, doesn't it? Duo said you've been feeling down lately. I might be able to get TDY from this mission. I've no idea what TDY stands for. I think its something to do with military leave, I miss you so much; it's like losing the part of me I talk to. This war is insane. I feel like screaming and my head feels like exploding… the whole place screams psycho-ward. Like I said, its crazy out here. Heero seems to be handling the Zero system well. It's turned so many insane, and he is so calm. Its odd, I never thought he would end up being the strong one. I will be home soon. Soon in the military means a while, but I'll be home. Heero says to not lose faith, and I agree. I promise you I will be home. I promise. I need to come home, I feel like escaping sometimes. We're so young... and so many times we've been faced with death. I have to go. More mission training and briefing, its so boring without Maxwell's jokes, Wufei's snide remarks, and your compassion towards the people around us. I love you, don't forget that.
Yours always,
Trowa
Quatre folded the letter with a sigh. At least Trowa had written, and wasn't dead. 'and he said he loves me, isn't that enough?' he asked himself. Another tear slid down his cheek and Quatre sat down. A knock came at the door. Duo poked his head in.
"Are you going to be alright? Irea left in a hurry… oh Quatre.." Duo sat down next to him. Quatre looked over at Duo's tearstained face and frowned at the fact Duo was crying. 'he never seemed too much of an emotional guy.' Quatre thought. Duo was sobbing by this time.
"Sure, he writes and says he's ok, but I know everything's not ok. It's never ok with him. Heero just never really tells you what's on his mind, you know?" Duo sniffed, "I just wish he would tell me sometimes. Its ok to be afraid…" Quatre breathed a shaky breath and hung his head.
"I'm afraid I don't know what your feeling. Trowa tells me everything. What he's feeling, what he ate for dinner, the color of his socks.. Everything. I guess we're lucky to share what we have. Guys just don't talk to each other, maybe they should." Duo nodded and wiped his eyes.
A cough came from the doorway and they looked up.
"Sorry to interrupt your touchy feely moment, but Lady Une is here." Wufei stated. Duo glared and punched Wufei in the stomach, sending him to the floor.
"Come on, Quatre. The Hermaphrodite needs a 'moment to himself'…." Duo glared at Wufei again and descended the stairs.
Lady Une was standing in a far corner of the living room, examining photographs. In one, the quintet stood on the shore of a lake. 'Ah. The road trip..' she thought. Wufei was looking moodily into space, standing apart from the others; Duo smiling cheesily, Quatre sipping at a thermos, Trowa and Heero, well, Heero was pointing a gun at the camera and Trowa was staring out at the lake. Lady Une shook her head and turned to next one. A fair-haired boy gazed at the camera in a school photograph. It was obviously Quatre, looking about 9 or 10. 'he was so innocent..' she thought to herself. Another photo, obviously professionally done, hung of Trowa and Quatre playing music together. She squinted at the photographer's signature in the corner reading 'Lani Blake', and sighed as she could almost hear the elaborate melody of a flute and violin. Footsteps intruded on her train of thought as Duo and Quatre walked in and sat down.
"Hello, I'm afraid I have bad news…." She murmured, tucking her brown hair behind her ears. Duo hung his head, and Quatre stared at her, preparing for the news.
"You are going to have a lot less room in this house, if that is possible in a 5 story house.. Boys?" A tall, thin figure poked his head in the door. Quatre stood up, tears running from his eyes.
"Trowa… you're home. I thought…." Quatre ran to Trowa and almost knocked him over. Duo smiled and chuckled lightly, but he was still waiting. He leaned over to try to catch sight of the remaining Gundam pilot. He heard a yelp of pain from the hallway and grimaced. Lady Une frowned and left to assist the struggling form. Heero Yuy's body emerged from the dark hall and into the light of the room. He was hurt, badly, but Duo ran to him anyway and helped him to the couch. Heero grimaced in pain.
"Oh Heero..." Duo sighed and gingerly touched the bleeding wound. He frowned in a motherly sort of way and picked Heero up in his arms. "You're getting proper medical treatment this time!" Heero groaned, but allowed himself to be carried to the car and taken to the hospital.
"Are you two content?" Lady Une asked, although she needn't have. Trowa and Quatre were deep in discussion about Christmas, and what decorations were going up.
"No, I refuse to put up that ugly wreath again! Yes, we'll put up the two instrument decorations…" Trowa sighed. Quatre smiled cheesily, and hugged Trowa around the waist. Trowa looked at the blond with a faint smile on his face.
"Its good to be home…" he murmured and kissed the top of Quatre's head. Quatre tilted his head up to look into Trowa's emerald eyes for a second, before burying his head in Trowa's shoulder.
Lady Une stood up; her work here was done.
"Goodbye, boys," she said and exited the house. Trowa glanced up as she left, but made no sound. Quatre was still sobbing into his shoulder.
"Come, little one. Let me see if I still remember where I sleep." Quatre looked up.
"How could you forget?" he asked, smiling mischievously. Trowa stood up and Quatre led him up the four flights of stairs and to the dark room they inhabited. Trowa clicked on the light and sighed contentedly. Quatre climbed onto the large bed and fell asleep almost instantly. Trowa chuckled and stroked his hair.
"Sleep well, love. No one shall harm you while you sleep, for I am here watching over you." Trowa clicked off the light and snuggled next to Quatre to sleep.
* * * *
"I can't believe you, Heero Yuy. Why didn't you let Trowa help you? You almost died, when are you going to learn!" Duo scolded. Heero groaned and tried to roll over. Duo's expression softened. "Here," he murmured and helped him onto his back. Heero's Prussian eyes looked up at Duo.
"Did.. Did you call R-Relena?" Heero stuttered. Duo shook his head with a confused look on his face.
"Why would I call Relena?" Heero smiled weakly.
"To tell her my fiancé will be in town…" Duo grinned. He liked it when Lani came to visit.