Title: Unicorn in the Moonlight 8/?
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.
Iria opened her eyes slowly. She sensed that she was alone, and knew not where the healer was. Her rapidly healing wound itched irritatingly, but she didn't touch the bulk of bandage crossing over her left shoulder. Human. Really, it wasn't so hard to be human. She stretched her right arm out, gazing apon the ivory skin, then reached up to touch her soft blonde hair. She smiled softly. Yes, human. Perhaps she could adapt.
"I shall find you, little brother. Then we'll.. well.. cope in this strange world that has forced us to the surface. We will survive.. just.. please.. " ::Stay out of trouble, little one.. until we meet again.::
~~~
Quatre jerked as he felt his sister's mindlink. "Iria?"
"Move it, coming through."
He blinked, then stepped quickly away from the door as Catherine carried in a box of goods, followed close behind by Trowa, carrying two that were stacked one on top of another.
"Can I help?" He moved to her, overly curious as to what they had brought in from their three-day trek to town.
"No sir." She smiled, turning to embrace him softly. "Fed the chickens?"
A nod.
"Horses? Cows? Mucked the stalls?" Again, more nods.
"I see you've kept the house up and in tact. Thank you for not destroying it." She chuckled, slipping past him to put up the canned goods that they had been lacking.
"Where is my ink, Catherine?"
"It's in the bottom of one of these boxes. Good thing we got back in time, the snow is already starting to fall."
"Snow.."
"Right, I'll bring in more wood." Trowa murmured softly, slipping past Quatre as if he didn't even see the boy, and that bothered him. Quatre wanted so badly to be friends with the human that had saved his life, but.. somehow, he just couldn't get through that hard shell that surrounded his heart.
"I'll help you, Trowa!"
"I don't think so." Quatre frowned deeply as the heavy roughplank door was shut in his face.
"I wouldn't even try it, Quatre. That's just his way."
"I don't like his way."
"Yes.. I understand, but.. he's been the way he is ever since our parents perished when we were young."
"What is.. perished?"
She smiled softly, the hint of sadness in it was not lost on the boy as she moved to the hearth, adding more fuel to the fire.
"They are no longer with us. They died in a fire."
"I've heard of died.. but I have never seen it."
Her smiled tightened, then melted from her face as Quatre left her side to move to the window. He tilted his head this way and that, placing his hands apon the counter to lean forward, his face close to the window.
"Miss Cathy..."
"Mmm?"
Quatre pointed a wary finger at the window, the light of the fading day now bringing the kitchen into a dusk. Snow was falling in fat, lazy flakes, such as he had never seen before.
"I think a rather large chicken exploded outside."
She lifted her head quickly, her eyes growing large. "What... do you mean, Quatre?"
"There are so many feathers falling outside... so a very large chicken must have.. perished."
"Nooo... Quatre. That is snow.."
He blinked at her, confused.
"Snow comes from the rain."
Trowa entered into the back door, his arms ladened with wood, ignoring the incredulous look his sister was giving their fair guest.
~~~
Quatre sat, crossed legged on the wooden floor, gazing up to Catherine with large eyes as she sharpened her knives.
"How old are you?"
"I'm Twenty years of age." Her quiet voice responded patiently.
"Do you have a mate?"
"A... mate? No. I don't have a husband."
"Why not?"
She smiled. "You're very curious, Quatre.. but sometimes.. asking so many.. personal questions is seen as rude." She leaned forward as his face fell, placing her hand against his face. "I don't find you rude, but some people may."
"Like Trowa..?"
"Trowa... is an odd bird. You should only take him in small doses."
"He saved my life.. why doesn't he like me?"
"Oh.. I'm sure in given time, you two will be... friends."
"I want to be his friend.. he's so kind. Just like you."
"Thank you, Quatre." She smiled sweetly at him.
~~~
AN: Gomen that this is so short, but I want to say, HAPPY BIRTHDAY STACEY!! WHOO!! *Laughs*
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.
Iria opened her eyes slowly. She sensed that she was alone, and knew not where the healer was. Her rapidly healing wound itched irritatingly, but she didn't touch the bulk of bandage crossing over her left shoulder. Human. Really, it wasn't so hard to be human. She stretched her right arm out, gazing apon the ivory skin, then reached up to touch her soft blonde hair. She smiled softly. Yes, human. Perhaps she could adapt.
"I shall find you, little brother. Then we'll.. well.. cope in this strange world that has forced us to the surface. We will survive.. just.. please.. " ::Stay out of trouble, little one.. until we meet again.::
~~~
Quatre jerked as he felt his sister's mindlink. "Iria?"
"Move it, coming through."
He blinked, then stepped quickly away from the door as Catherine carried in a box of goods, followed close behind by Trowa, carrying two that were stacked one on top of another.
"Can I help?" He moved to her, overly curious as to what they had brought in from their three-day trek to town.
"No sir." She smiled, turning to embrace him softly. "Fed the chickens?"
A nod.
"Horses? Cows? Mucked the stalls?" Again, more nods.
"I see you've kept the house up and in tact. Thank you for not destroying it." She chuckled, slipping past him to put up the canned goods that they had been lacking.
"Where is my ink, Catherine?"
"It's in the bottom of one of these boxes. Good thing we got back in time, the snow is already starting to fall."
"Snow.."
"Right, I'll bring in more wood." Trowa murmured softly, slipping past Quatre as if he didn't even see the boy, and that bothered him. Quatre wanted so badly to be friends with the human that had saved his life, but.. somehow, he just couldn't get through that hard shell that surrounded his heart.
"I'll help you, Trowa!"
"I don't think so." Quatre frowned deeply as the heavy roughplank door was shut in his face.
"I wouldn't even try it, Quatre. That's just his way."
"I don't like his way."
"Yes.. I understand, but.. he's been the way he is ever since our parents perished when we were young."
"What is.. perished?"
She smiled softly, the hint of sadness in it was not lost on the boy as she moved to the hearth, adding more fuel to the fire.
"They are no longer with us. They died in a fire."
"I've heard of died.. but I have never seen it."
Her smiled tightened, then melted from her face as Quatre left her side to move to the window. He tilted his head this way and that, placing his hands apon the counter to lean forward, his face close to the window.
"Miss Cathy..."
"Mmm?"
Quatre pointed a wary finger at the window, the light of the fading day now bringing the kitchen into a dusk. Snow was falling in fat, lazy flakes, such as he had never seen before.
"I think a rather large chicken exploded outside."
She lifted her head quickly, her eyes growing large. "What... do you mean, Quatre?"
"There are so many feathers falling outside... so a very large chicken must have.. perished."
"Nooo... Quatre. That is snow.."
He blinked at her, confused.
"Snow comes from the rain."
Trowa entered into the back door, his arms ladened with wood, ignoring the incredulous look his sister was giving their fair guest.
~~~
Quatre sat, crossed legged on the wooden floor, gazing up to Catherine with large eyes as she sharpened her knives.
"How old are you?"
"I'm Twenty years of age." Her quiet voice responded patiently.
"Do you have a mate?"
"A... mate? No. I don't have a husband."
"Why not?"
She smiled. "You're very curious, Quatre.. but sometimes.. asking so many.. personal questions is seen as rude." She leaned forward as his face fell, placing her hand against his face. "I don't find you rude, but some people may."
"Like Trowa..?"
"Trowa... is an odd bird. You should only take him in small doses."
"He saved my life.. why doesn't he like me?"
"Oh.. I'm sure in given time, you two will be... friends."
"I want to be his friend.. he's so kind. Just like you."
"Thank you, Quatre." She smiled sweetly at him.
~~~
AN: Gomen that this is so short, but I want to say, HAPPY BIRTHDAY STACEY!! WHOO!! *Laughs*