Title: Unicorn in the Moonlight 10/?
Author & Email: Wu
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.
Chapter Ten.
"Quatre. I'm not in the mood for childish games." Trowa moved forward, head lowered, emerald eyes narrowed. Snow crunched merrily beneath his feet as he moved within a few feet of the other youth. How could Quatre just stand there when he was about to be manhandled into the house?
Quatre, for his part, stood his ground. Standing at an angle to Trowa, he squared his narrow shoulders, a hurt, yet determined glare set in his aqua gaze.
"Come along, Quatre. I do not wish to free..." Trowa stopped in midsentence as another snowball exploded in his face. "Don't you *Dare* do that," He ducked quickly. "That's it. Come on." He reached out, grabbing a small wrist in his larger hand, grasping it in a vice like grip. His eyes widened in shock as a set of small, pearly teeth sank deep within the flesh.
"Why you stubborn, mule headed, onary, cantankerous... nymph!" Trowa let out a yelp, jerking his wrist, minus a bit of flesh, from his fair ward.
"Don't you dare grab me!" He hissed softly, his blonde mane ruffling wildly as a breeze gusted up from the north, the temperature seeming to drop several degrees.
Teeth chattering, body shivering from the onslaught of the winter weather, Trowa decided that he had had enough. Lunging quickly, he grabbed the small body, flinging him over his shoulder and wading through quickly accumilating snow towards the back door, where Catherine waited for them.
"Oh my." She chuckled softly, one hand over her mouth to stiffle her giggle. "Please be careful, brother. He isn't a sack of grain."
"He bit me..."
"He grabbed me!" Quatre squawked, flailing as he was hauled into the warmer house.
"I don't know *What* your problem is." Trowa grunted as he desposited his burden by the hearth.
"You're mean! And.. " Cerulean eyes shifted back and forth as Quatre tried his best to fire a suitable comeback to the tall human. "You're.. grabby.. and.. I'll bite you again if you so much as set foot near me again!"
"Is that so?"
"Yes!"
"Ha!" Trowa was fuming. No one dared to speak to him as such! Ever since he head reached his six foot four height and his frame had filled out, no one had given crossing him a second thought. Not until this puny, pale, rude, beautiful creature came into his life.
Beautiful? He blinked softly, quite ruffled as this thought crossed his mind.
"If it wasn't for me, you would still be in that box."
"Trowa!" Catherines voice was soft, yet slightly alarmed.
"You can show kindness, but you wouldn't know it if it.. " Quatre gropped for more phrases, finally falling back on one that he oft heard from Michael and John. Smiling, he spoke slowly. "You wouldn't know kindness if it were a fifty pence harlot giving it away for free." He had no clue as to what he had just stated, but the look on Trowa's face, and the choked response from Catherine were priceless.
Eyeing the human male warily, he brought his knees to his chest, hugging them softly as the auburn haired man fumed silently, fire dancing in his eyes.
"I believe you asked for that, Trowa."
"Stay out of this Catherine." Never in his life did he honostly want to harm someone for just words alone, but he couldn't help the balling and clenching of his fists as he slowly approached the form huddled close to the cooking fire.
"Take that back, Quatre."
"No."
"Take it back, I say."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Apologize, Quatre." His words were forced through clenched teeth as he placed his foot beside one of Quatre's hips. A few moments later, he was rewarded with a set of teeth clamping fully into his calf.
Turning, tears of mirth rolling slowly down her stoic face, Cathering quipped softly. "If I'm correct, I did overhear him saying he would bite you again if you got close enough."
~~~
Heaving a heart heavy sigh, Trowa turned over in his bed. "Go to sleep, Quatre."
"Don't speak to me." Quatre sat before the small hearth, pouting heavily and once again hugging his knees to his chest.
"I have chores to do in the morning, and I can't sleep if I am aware that you're awake."
"You're aware of me now, I see."
"What is your problem?"
"You."
"Get over it."
"Why are you so cold, Trowa? You helped me, now you're mad at me.. and I don't understand. I want to be your friend."
"I'm not friend material. Now either go to sleep, or go in Cathy's room."
"I'll leave.. if that will make you happy."
"Don't be ridiculous. The weather will not accomodate you, you'll die."
"Aha!"
"What is it now?"
"You *Do* care!" Quatre beamed softly as he rose, sitting on Trowa's bedside.
"If you bite me one more time, you will be ever so sorry."
"I won't bite you."
"Heh.."
"I promise. I'm not all bad either, I just became frightened when you grabbed me."
"You bit me on the leg."
"I was mad at you." Quatre reached out, plucking the furs that covered Trowa's lower body softly, his face holding the expression of someone in thought. "And I am sorry.. I'm not used to being.. mad. I don't like that emotion."
"You should learn to control your emotions." Trowa shifted, turning over so he could put his back to the youth and put a futher end to the conversation. "Good night, Quatre."
"Please.. talk to me." Reaching over, the Unicorn turned human gently brushed his fingers along the back of Trowa's neck. He giggled softly as it elicited a soft shudder and a brief, irritated swat from the latter. "I want to talk to you. I want to know why you don't want to be friends, I like you, Trowa. And.. I trust you, I feel.. as if I owe you my life. I was afraid and in pain and you helped me."
"You keep saying that!"
"It's the truth."
The bed shifted softly as the weight of the other was fully added. Closing his eyes, Quatre snuggled on top of the furs, much like he would a fellow member of his own species in the wild. Heaving a soft, contented sigh, he resigned himself to slumber, the slow, even breathing of the warm human lulling him softly into kinder dreams.
~~~
"Awww. C'mon boys, morning has risen!" Catherine slipped from the doorway and back to her sewing and mending. Lifting his head, Quatre blinked. "It's still dark."
"nngh.. storm.. clouds are heavy." Trowa's sleep slurred voice emminated somewhere beneath his coverings.
"Cathy said to get up. Come on, Trowa." Reaching into the bundle of furs, Quatre grasped his friends arm, shaking softly until he was tumbled uncerimoniously from the bed.
"Boys!"
"Come on, Trowa! We must rise and eat!"
"You are a pig on two feet." Was the groaned response. "You kept me up late, Quatre. Go eat and leave me be!"
"NO! You must rise! The sun is up, it is a new day."
Trowa's eyes widened as the furs were yanked from him and carried out with the small form. "Hey! That's my tunic! Yours are in your chest, stay out of mine!"
From the main room, Catherine smiled softly. It was good to hear Trowa stirred and aggrivated. It was good to hear emotion, so be it angered emotion, and it was good to hear his voice. She smiled softly as Quatre put the bed covers at her feet, smiling in mischievious triumph as Trowa entered after him.
"He has my tunic on."
"Let him wear it, you have plently."
"But... oh fine." He threw his hands up, slipping back into his room. Reaching over to the table that sat by her side, holding her sewing supplies as well as a plate of fresh baked and buttered biscuits, she handed Quatre one of the treats, which he happily accepted. "You are an answered prayer my dear. I don't know what you're doing to get so much life out of him, but keep it up."
~TBC
Author & Email: Wu
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.
Chapter Ten.
"Quatre. I'm not in the mood for childish games." Trowa moved forward, head lowered, emerald eyes narrowed. Snow crunched merrily beneath his feet as he moved within a few feet of the other youth. How could Quatre just stand there when he was about to be manhandled into the house?
Quatre, for his part, stood his ground. Standing at an angle to Trowa, he squared his narrow shoulders, a hurt, yet determined glare set in his aqua gaze.
"Come along, Quatre. I do not wish to free..." Trowa stopped in midsentence as another snowball exploded in his face. "Don't you *Dare* do that," He ducked quickly. "That's it. Come on." He reached out, grabbing a small wrist in his larger hand, grasping it in a vice like grip. His eyes widened in shock as a set of small, pearly teeth sank deep within the flesh.
"Why you stubborn, mule headed, onary, cantankerous... nymph!" Trowa let out a yelp, jerking his wrist, minus a bit of flesh, from his fair ward.
"Don't you dare grab me!" He hissed softly, his blonde mane ruffling wildly as a breeze gusted up from the north, the temperature seeming to drop several degrees.
Teeth chattering, body shivering from the onslaught of the winter weather, Trowa decided that he had had enough. Lunging quickly, he grabbed the small body, flinging him over his shoulder and wading through quickly accumilating snow towards the back door, where Catherine waited for them.
"Oh my." She chuckled softly, one hand over her mouth to stiffle her giggle. "Please be careful, brother. He isn't a sack of grain."
"He bit me..."
"He grabbed me!" Quatre squawked, flailing as he was hauled into the warmer house.
"I don't know *What* your problem is." Trowa grunted as he desposited his burden by the hearth.
"You're mean! And.. " Cerulean eyes shifted back and forth as Quatre tried his best to fire a suitable comeback to the tall human. "You're.. grabby.. and.. I'll bite you again if you so much as set foot near me again!"
"Is that so?"
"Yes!"
"Ha!" Trowa was fuming. No one dared to speak to him as such! Ever since he head reached his six foot four height and his frame had filled out, no one had given crossing him a second thought. Not until this puny, pale, rude, beautiful creature came into his life.
Beautiful? He blinked softly, quite ruffled as this thought crossed his mind.
"If it wasn't for me, you would still be in that box."
"Trowa!" Catherines voice was soft, yet slightly alarmed.
"You can show kindness, but you wouldn't know it if it.. " Quatre gropped for more phrases, finally falling back on one that he oft heard from Michael and John. Smiling, he spoke slowly. "You wouldn't know kindness if it were a fifty pence harlot giving it away for free." He had no clue as to what he had just stated, but the look on Trowa's face, and the choked response from Catherine were priceless.
Eyeing the human male warily, he brought his knees to his chest, hugging them softly as the auburn haired man fumed silently, fire dancing in his eyes.
"I believe you asked for that, Trowa."
"Stay out of this Catherine." Never in his life did he honostly want to harm someone for just words alone, but he couldn't help the balling and clenching of his fists as he slowly approached the form huddled close to the cooking fire.
"Take that back, Quatre."
"No."
"Take it back, I say."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Apologize, Quatre." His words were forced through clenched teeth as he placed his foot beside one of Quatre's hips. A few moments later, he was rewarded with a set of teeth clamping fully into his calf.
Turning, tears of mirth rolling slowly down her stoic face, Cathering quipped softly. "If I'm correct, I did overhear him saying he would bite you again if you got close enough."
~~~
Heaving a heart heavy sigh, Trowa turned over in his bed. "Go to sleep, Quatre."
"Don't speak to me." Quatre sat before the small hearth, pouting heavily and once again hugging his knees to his chest.
"I have chores to do in the morning, and I can't sleep if I am aware that you're awake."
"You're aware of me now, I see."
"What is your problem?"
"You."
"Get over it."
"Why are you so cold, Trowa? You helped me, now you're mad at me.. and I don't understand. I want to be your friend."
"I'm not friend material. Now either go to sleep, or go in Cathy's room."
"I'll leave.. if that will make you happy."
"Don't be ridiculous. The weather will not accomodate you, you'll die."
"Aha!"
"What is it now?"
"You *Do* care!" Quatre beamed softly as he rose, sitting on Trowa's bedside.
"If you bite me one more time, you will be ever so sorry."
"I won't bite you."
"Heh.."
"I promise. I'm not all bad either, I just became frightened when you grabbed me."
"You bit me on the leg."
"I was mad at you." Quatre reached out, plucking the furs that covered Trowa's lower body softly, his face holding the expression of someone in thought. "And I am sorry.. I'm not used to being.. mad. I don't like that emotion."
"You should learn to control your emotions." Trowa shifted, turning over so he could put his back to the youth and put a futher end to the conversation. "Good night, Quatre."
"Please.. talk to me." Reaching over, the Unicorn turned human gently brushed his fingers along the back of Trowa's neck. He giggled softly as it elicited a soft shudder and a brief, irritated swat from the latter. "I want to talk to you. I want to know why you don't want to be friends, I like you, Trowa. And.. I trust you, I feel.. as if I owe you my life. I was afraid and in pain and you helped me."
"You keep saying that!"
"It's the truth."
The bed shifted softly as the weight of the other was fully added. Closing his eyes, Quatre snuggled on top of the furs, much like he would a fellow member of his own species in the wild. Heaving a soft, contented sigh, he resigned himself to slumber, the slow, even breathing of the warm human lulling him softly into kinder dreams.
~~~
"Awww. C'mon boys, morning has risen!" Catherine slipped from the doorway and back to her sewing and mending. Lifting his head, Quatre blinked. "It's still dark."
"nngh.. storm.. clouds are heavy." Trowa's sleep slurred voice emminated somewhere beneath his coverings.
"Cathy said to get up. Come on, Trowa." Reaching into the bundle of furs, Quatre grasped his friends arm, shaking softly until he was tumbled uncerimoniously from the bed.
"Boys!"
"Come on, Trowa! We must rise and eat!"
"You are a pig on two feet." Was the groaned response. "You kept me up late, Quatre. Go eat and leave me be!"
"NO! You must rise! The sun is up, it is a new day."
Trowa's eyes widened as the furs were yanked from him and carried out with the small form. "Hey! That's my tunic! Yours are in your chest, stay out of mine!"
From the main room, Catherine smiled softly. It was good to hear Trowa stirred and aggrivated. It was good to hear emotion, so be it angered emotion, and it was good to hear his voice. She smiled softly as Quatre put the bed covers at her feet, smiling in mischievious triumph as Trowa entered after him.
"He has my tunic on."
"Let him wear it, you have plently."
"But... oh fine." He threw his hands up, slipping back into his room. Reaching over to the table that sat by her side, holding her sewing supplies as well as a plate of fresh baked and buttered biscuits, she handed Quatre one of the treats, which he happily accepted. "You are an answered prayer my dear. I don't know what you're doing to get so much life out of him, but keep it up."
~TBC