Title: Unicorn in the Moonlight 6/?
Author & Email: DarkNekoShini QuaxoKatt@yahoo.com
Archive: Ask Respectively first.
Category: Au/fantasy
Rating: R
Warnings: None in this chapter
Spoilers: None
Notes: Eventually 3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Don't look at me like that. Don't. Stop. Stop looking at me like that. Now, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I don't own Gundam Wing.
Spoilers: None.
The next day proved to be much prettier, though during the night, winter decided to let its presence known. Shivering, Catherine stepped back into the house, a load of wood in her arms as she carried it across the kitchen, moving to the wood box and dumping in it. The tumble of the logs banging into each other as they seated into the tinderbox awoke Trowa from his slumber and he sat up quickly.
"You let me sleep in.." He murmured softly, accusingly as he swung his legs from beneath the furs, rubbing his face with his hands. A small stirring in the corner directed his attention to the fair blonde that lay curled close to the small fireplace in his bedroom. Large cerulean eyes regarded him with a wary curiousness, tinged lightly with fear.
"Good morning." Trowa responded softly.
The eyes cast themselves to the floor.
"I know you can speak.. and understand.."
The blond head nodded softly, then lifted with an aire of dignity, yet gentleness. "I'm Quatre.." The voice whispered softly.
"I'm Trowa."
As quick as a rabbit ducking into a hole, Quatre disappeared beneath his furs, snuggling into the warmth, his body aching fiercly.
"You'll heal, I promise.." Trowa didn't know why he spoke his thoughts aloud, his head tilting as the bundle gave a small jump, and he had the guilty feeling that he had read the strangers mind.
"Trowa? Are you up yet? It's awful cold outside today, so if you go out, I would suggest you bundling up. I brought in the wood for the fire." Cathy's voice called out from the kitchen.
"Yes, Catherine." He kept his eyes on the bundle, then rose from the bed, lifting a tunic from the back of a handmade chair and slipping it over his head. Quickly donning boots, as the wood floor was morning cold(1), he stepped past his quest, adding another log to the fire to keep him warm.
~~~
"How is Quatre?" Cathy asked, popping in a pan filled with bread dough into the oven, the door creaking as it shut loudly to the wood stove.
"He's awake."
"That's good. I'm glad that you fixed the roof, it's so cold in here."
"Do you need for me to cut more wood?" He leaned against the counter, already the heavenly aroma of cooking bread was slowly filling the kitchen.
"Trowa.. you've cut enough wood for us to last three years. Just feed the horses and milk and I think that we'll be alright."
He nodded softly, stepping out to do as he was directed, lifting a pale by the door before he stepped out.
"Quatre!"
He lifted his head sharply. "Iria?"
"Quatre, are you awake?" She stepped inside of the flap, locating him with her eyes. "Why are you in the floor?!"
He poked his head out. She was loud. She was bossy. She defenatly wore the pants in the family. No wonder Trowa never spoke.
"I.." Should he be afraid of her?
"Did Trowa put you in the floor? I swear.." She bustled to him, pulling back the furs. "His bed is big enough, I would put you in mine, but it just isn't proper for a man and woman to be in the same bed the same day they meet." Heaven but did this human like to talk. "And if he did, I am going to give him what for."
"No... I came here.. I like the fire.."
"Oh. Well. It's much warmer in the bed."
"He rolled over... and bumped me and it hurt."
"You're not wild are you? He thought you were a wild boy, but he told me that you were in a cage, I guess that I would be a bit... skittish too if I had been in a cage for a while. Now come, can you stand? I need to see how big you are so I can fit you for clothing."
He tried, but the pain in his ribs and chest caused him to double over. Pain along the small of his back was torture to stand and he felt the kindness in her heart as she ushered him to the warm bed, tucking him in and listening to where the chamber pot was and how to call her when he needed her.
~~~
"Child." The healer said as she reentered the cave. Iria stood, one hand to her chest, her head cocked as if listening.
"He's safe.. my brother is safe.. I feel it.."
"That's good child, now you must rest."
"I need to find him."
The ancient woman smiled softly to the Unicorn as she crossed the rocky cavernous room. "You will. In time. Promise me child that you will take the same advice as him. Stay in this form. The time of your people.. it is not a good time, not shall it be for a very long time. You will live, if you live as human."
"Live.. as human? Is it possible?"
"Only if you allow it to be."
~~~
Trowa returned, a half pale of milk placed apon the table, his hair unruly and his clothing soiled.
"Oh Trowa.." Cathy placed her hand to her collar bone, her voice highly amused, though she tried not to let it sound.
He cut his eyes up sharply, his face unamused.
"I'm... sorry.." She chortled softly, turning around to pull the bread from the oven. "Are you hungry?"
He didn't answer, yet stepped briskly into the room, heading to his own.
"You shouldn't let that creature push you around like you do, Trowa." She fussed behind him.
Quatre lifted his head. This was such a busy place. The female.. Cathy forever scolding Trowa.. yet, he felt no ill will, no anger or ugliness that Michael and John had shown.
Chuckling softly, Catherine sliced the bread, then coated the thick slices with butter and honey, then pulled down a bowl from above her in the cubboard and spooning a generous portion of stew into it. She set the items on a tray, then poured a glass of milk. Carrying the tray, she entered her brothers room. "Here, see if he will eat, as I fix your dinner."
Trowa nodded softly, then took the tray, sitting back on the bed as he watched Quatre eat.
"How long have you been without food..?"
"I don't know.." Quatre tore into the bread, eyes closing in utmost pleasure. "Days.."
The tall youth nodded softly.
~Tbc.
(1)For anyone that has ever had a wood floor and you've stepped on it in bare feet first thing in the morning.. you know what I'm talking about. LOL
Author & Email: DarkNekoShini QuaxoKatt@yahoo.com
Archive: Ask Respectively first.
Category: Au/fantasy
Rating: R
Warnings: None in this chapter
Spoilers: None
Notes: Eventually 3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Don't look at me like that. Don't. Stop. Stop looking at me like that. Now, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I don't own Gundam Wing.
Spoilers: None.
The next day proved to be much prettier, though during the night, winter decided to let its presence known. Shivering, Catherine stepped back into the house, a load of wood in her arms as she carried it across the kitchen, moving to the wood box and dumping in it. The tumble of the logs banging into each other as they seated into the tinderbox awoke Trowa from his slumber and he sat up quickly.
"You let me sleep in.." He murmured softly, accusingly as he swung his legs from beneath the furs, rubbing his face with his hands. A small stirring in the corner directed his attention to the fair blonde that lay curled close to the small fireplace in his bedroom. Large cerulean eyes regarded him with a wary curiousness, tinged lightly with fear.
"Good morning." Trowa responded softly.
The eyes cast themselves to the floor.
"I know you can speak.. and understand.."
The blond head nodded softly, then lifted with an aire of dignity, yet gentleness. "I'm Quatre.." The voice whispered softly.
"I'm Trowa."
As quick as a rabbit ducking into a hole, Quatre disappeared beneath his furs, snuggling into the warmth, his body aching fiercly.
"You'll heal, I promise.." Trowa didn't know why he spoke his thoughts aloud, his head tilting as the bundle gave a small jump, and he had the guilty feeling that he had read the strangers mind.
"Trowa? Are you up yet? It's awful cold outside today, so if you go out, I would suggest you bundling up. I brought in the wood for the fire." Cathy's voice called out from the kitchen.
"Yes, Catherine." He kept his eyes on the bundle, then rose from the bed, lifting a tunic from the back of a handmade chair and slipping it over his head. Quickly donning boots, as the wood floor was morning cold(1), he stepped past his quest, adding another log to the fire to keep him warm.
~~~
"How is Quatre?" Cathy asked, popping in a pan filled with bread dough into the oven, the door creaking as it shut loudly to the wood stove.
"He's awake."
"That's good. I'm glad that you fixed the roof, it's so cold in here."
"Do you need for me to cut more wood?" He leaned against the counter, already the heavenly aroma of cooking bread was slowly filling the kitchen.
"Trowa.. you've cut enough wood for us to last three years. Just feed the horses and milk and I think that we'll be alright."
He nodded softly, stepping out to do as he was directed, lifting a pale by the door before he stepped out.
"Quatre!"
He lifted his head sharply. "Iria?"
"Quatre, are you awake?" She stepped inside of the flap, locating him with her eyes. "Why are you in the floor?!"
He poked his head out. She was loud. She was bossy. She defenatly wore the pants in the family. No wonder Trowa never spoke.
"I.." Should he be afraid of her?
"Did Trowa put you in the floor? I swear.." She bustled to him, pulling back the furs. "His bed is big enough, I would put you in mine, but it just isn't proper for a man and woman to be in the same bed the same day they meet." Heaven but did this human like to talk. "And if he did, I am going to give him what for."
"No... I came here.. I like the fire.."
"Oh. Well. It's much warmer in the bed."
"He rolled over... and bumped me and it hurt."
"You're not wild are you? He thought you were a wild boy, but he told me that you were in a cage, I guess that I would be a bit... skittish too if I had been in a cage for a while. Now come, can you stand? I need to see how big you are so I can fit you for clothing."
He tried, but the pain in his ribs and chest caused him to double over. Pain along the small of his back was torture to stand and he felt the kindness in her heart as she ushered him to the warm bed, tucking him in and listening to where the chamber pot was and how to call her when he needed her.
~~~
"Child." The healer said as she reentered the cave. Iria stood, one hand to her chest, her head cocked as if listening.
"He's safe.. my brother is safe.. I feel it.."
"That's good child, now you must rest."
"I need to find him."
The ancient woman smiled softly to the Unicorn as she crossed the rocky cavernous room. "You will. In time. Promise me child that you will take the same advice as him. Stay in this form. The time of your people.. it is not a good time, not shall it be for a very long time. You will live, if you live as human."
"Live.. as human? Is it possible?"
"Only if you allow it to be."
~~~
Trowa returned, a half pale of milk placed apon the table, his hair unruly and his clothing soiled.
"Oh Trowa.." Cathy placed her hand to her collar bone, her voice highly amused, though she tried not to let it sound.
He cut his eyes up sharply, his face unamused.
"I'm... sorry.." She chortled softly, turning around to pull the bread from the oven. "Are you hungry?"
He didn't answer, yet stepped briskly into the room, heading to his own.
"You shouldn't let that creature push you around like you do, Trowa." She fussed behind him.
Quatre lifted his head. This was such a busy place. The female.. Cathy forever scolding Trowa.. yet, he felt no ill will, no anger or ugliness that Michael and John had shown.
Chuckling softly, Catherine sliced the bread, then coated the thick slices with butter and honey, then pulled down a bowl from above her in the cubboard and spooning a generous portion of stew into it. She set the items on a tray, then poured a glass of milk. Carrying the tray, she entered her brothers room. "Here, see if he will eat, as I fix your dinner."
Trowa nodded softly, then took the tray, sitting back on the bed as he watched Quatre eat.
"How long have you been without food..?"
"I don't know.." Quatre tore into the bread, eyes closing in utmost pleasure. "Days.."
The tall youth nodded softly.
~Tbc.
(1)For anyone that has ever had a wood floor and you've stepped on it in bare feet first thing in the morning.. you know what I'm talking about. LOL