Title: Unicorn in the Moonlight 9/?
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 snow continued to fall in a thick, heavy curtain, covering all that lay exposed to it within a soft, white blanket.
"Feathers?" Trowa's soft voice replied to his sisters.
She chuckled. "He honostly thought a large chicken had exploded outside."
"He must have been there during those first, frightening months when you were learning to cook." He wisely ducked his head as a large book sailed towards him.
"I'm going to bed, you go outside and bring him back in before he freezes to death."
Her brother nodded softly, rising from his old chair. "Goodnight, Cathy."
He moved to the door, placing his hand on the wooden handle and pulling it open. "Quatre?" Everything was still, save for the slowly falling snow. It seemed as if each sound were amplified ten fold. There was no tell-tale sign of the crunch of snow underfoot and he began to feel the needlings of worry begining to register within his heart. He leaned further out of the doorway.
"Quatre?"
"I'm here, friend Trowa."
Turning his head to the left, he spotted the figure, bundled heavily thanks to Cathy, standing still as a statue in the ankle deep snow.
"What are you doing, Quatre?"
"I'm listening."
"To what?" He leaned his tall frame against the doorway, the light silhoetted him in it's warm embrace.
"Everything.. snow.. it seems as if things are asleep.. I hear nothing.. nothing speaks to me."
"It's time to come in, Quatre."
"Why is the snow cold?"
"I don't know the answers to all of your questions."
"Why won't you be my friend?"
Trowa, who had been in mid step, paused. Friend? No, no one truly wanted to be his friend. He was too.. odd. Too quiet. Too mysterious to ever be anyone's friends. At least that was what was told to his own face.
"Trowa?"
"Best to come in now, Quatre. Before you catch your death of cold."
"You.. hate me then? But.. why did you save my life? I like you, you are good.. you are, I can feel it, no matter how much you try to push me away.. you're good." A tear, silvery and delicate, rolled down his cheek. He reached up, bringing his fingers to dabbled into the moisture falling from his eyes.
"You make my heart hurt, Trowa.. I try to be nice to you.. and you.. hurt me.."
"Get over it." He turned, opening the door to go back inside, completely unsuspecting of the large, mishapen ball of snow that struck him inbetween the shoulder blades. Turning his face to glare at Quatre, he barely had time to register another large, mishapen blob of coldness as it disentigrated into his face.
"Mmph!"
"I HATE YOU!" His birdlike shriek echoed shrilly into the winter quiet.
"Quatre! Enough of this! Come inside!" He ducked quickly as the third snowball sailed past his head, landing in the kitchen.
Balling his fists, he put his head down, squaring his shoulders as he moved towards the small, angry form that stood in his backyard. "I'm warning you, Quatre. Throw one more and you *Will* be sorry. We are *not* friends, nor shall we be, so I suggest that you leave this subject *Outside* as we head *Inside*. I have No desire to freeze myself to the very core for your benefit."
~TBC
HAPPY BIRTHDAY STACEY! I ended on a somewhat cliffhanger for you. ^^ *Chuckles*
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 snow continued to fall in a thick, heavy curtain, covering all that lay exposed to it within a soft, white blanket.
"Feathers?" Trowa's soft voice replied to his sisters.
She chuckled. "He honostly thought a large chicken had exploded outside."
"He must have been there during those first, frightening months when you were learning to cook." He wisely ducked his head as a large book sailed towards him.
"I'm going to bed, you go outside and bring him back in before he freezes to death."
Her brother nodded softly, rising from his old chair. "Goodnight, Cathy."
He moved to the door, placing his hand on the wooden handle and pulling it open. "Quatre?" Everything was still, save for the slowly falling snow. It seemed as if each sound were amplified ten fold. There was no tell-tale sign of the crunch of snow underfoot and he began to feel the needlings of worry begining to register within his heart. He leaned further out of the doorway.
"Quatre?"
"I'm here, friend Trowa."
Turning his head to the left, he spotted the figure, bundled heavily thanks to Cathy, standing still as a statue in the ankle deep snow.
"What are you doing, Quatre?"
"I'm listening."
"To what?" He leaned his tall frame against the doorway, the light silhoetted him in it's warm embrace.
"Everything.. snow.. it seems as if things are asleep.. I hear nothing.. nothing speaks to me."
"It's time to come in, Quatre."
"Why is the snow cold?"
"I don't know the answers to all of your questions."
"Why won't you be my friend?"
Trowa, who had been in mid step, paused. Friend? No, no one truly wanted to be his friend. He was too.. odd. Too quiet. Too mysterious to ever be anyone's friends. At least that was what was told to his own face.
"Trowa?"
"Best to come in now, Quatre. Before you catch your death of cold."
"You.. hate me then? But.. why did you save my life? I like you, you are good.. you are, I can feel it, no matter how much you try to push me away.. you're good." A tear, silvery and delicate, rolled down his cheek. He reached up, bringing his fingers to dabbled into the moisture falling from his eyes.
"You make my heart hurt, Trowa.. I try to be nice to you.. and you.. hurt me.."
"Get over it." He turned, opening the door to go back inside, completely unsuspecting of the large, mishapen ball of snow that struck him inbetween the shoulder blades. Turning his face to glare at Quatre, he barely had time to register another large, mishapen blob of coldness as it disentigrated into his face.
"Mmph!"
"I HATE YOU!" His birdlike shriek echoed shrilly into the winter quiet.
"Quatre! Enough of this! Come inside!" He ducked quickly as the third snowball sailed past his head, landing in the kitchen.
Balling his fists, he put his head down, squaring his shoulders as he moved towards the small, angry form that stood in his backyard. "I'm warning you, Quatre. Throw one more and you *Will* be sorry. We are *not* friends, nor shall we be, so I suggest that you leave this subject *Outside* as we head *Inside*. I have No desire to freeze myself to the very core for your benefit."
~TBC
HAPPY BIRTHDAY STACEY! I ended on a somewhat cliffhanger for you. ^^ *Chuckles*