Title: Unicorn in the Moonlight 12/?
Author 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 12
He sighed heavily as his dreary gaze continued to sweep over the uniform landscape of the barnyard, or what was once a barnyard. Last night was the peak of the storm and all that Quatre could see was burried beneath several unyeilding inches of snow. Tree limbs hung heavily with their burdens, every now and again, large dollops of feathery white would fall to the ground when the wind shifted direction.
"Is this... "
"What is it, little one?" Catherine looked up from her sewing after the blond had halted in his question.
Shaking his head, Quatre turned back to the window. "Is this forever?" He reached forward, placing his fingertips to the slowly fogging glass. Dispair etched his eyes. Everything seemed dead, he had never felt so alone.
"I don't understand what you mean." She paused, placing her work into a wicker basket by her chair and rose, stretching her arms over her head to alleviate her stiff muscles. "What do you mean, is this forever? Aren't you happy here?" Alarm began to sound in her voice.
"Oh no! That isn't what I meant. I like it here. No.. " He pointed outside again, tapping his finger softly against the window. "Is that.. the snow.. is that forever."
She laughed softly. "Oh no, my dear. That will go away come the spring thaw. I thought that you liked the snow, you sure enjoyed playing in it last night." Catherine smiled softly as she reached out, placing a soft hand apon the small shoulder. "Don't worry, Quatre. Your cabin fever will go away once the sun comes out, but you must be careful when it does, you don't want to be snow blind!"
It all sounded so horrible to him. Cabin fever? Snow blind!? Looking at her with a slow dawning horror, he scrambled from the window. "I have a fever? I.. I must leave here."
"No.. she means that you feel bored, distracted and frustrated." Trowa's soft voice wafted into the small sitting area from the flap that covered his bedroom door. "And snow blindness is just that. The light that refracts from the snow, well.. it makes your eyes adjust to such brightness, so when you come inside, it takes them a long time to realize that it is dim in the room. Everything is dark for a while."
Quatre looked from the doorway to Catherine, then from Cathy to the door way. Nodding softly, he moved to the flap. "You know a lot about that.."
Trowa lifted his head sharply. Quatre was too close to the flap. This was not good, as he had demanded his privacy from the small male earlier. "Yes.. I am, I'm busy.. I'll talk to you later."
Blond brows furrowed in contempt. Squaring his shoulders, he reached one hand out, pushing his way into the room, as Catherine sat down, arranging her skirts in her chair as she watched her brothers doorway. This was bound to be either messy and noisy, or downright deadly, as no one walked into Trowa's room and took his privacy once he barked that it shouldn't be so. One thing she knew for certain, it was bound to be entertaining.
~~~
It sounded like a weasel in a henhouse to the young woman as she placed her hand over her mouth to stiffle her laughter. She didn't know what Quatre had done, but it sounded as if Trowa had lifted his old wooden chest and hurled it at him. Shouting, muffled and low, wafted to her ears.
"Quatre! Damnit! What did I tell you!" Trowa stood, panting softly to one side of his bed, shirtless and angered.
"I wanted to come in.. you're still not nice."
"Give me my ink well."
"No! I will *Not*! You will be Nice to me if it kills you!"
"Oh.. someone will die, but I doubt it will be me."
Catherine snickered softly as she began to rock in the old rocker. The noises remained at the same level, but they were slightly closer, allowing her to place the two.
"You can't put your words to paper if you don't have this.. I think I will just keep this for a while.. this.. ink is it?" A smirk graced the delicate lips as Quatre tucked the small corked jar into the safety of his tunic. "Even one such as I knows about respect and doing what you must to get what you want. I want your friendship.. you want your ink. I think we have something to work with."
Trowa growled softly. "You have had your fair share of fun, now give it back, Quatre. I am not in the mood for these foolish games." He growled again as he was once more rewarded with a smirk.
"No."
"No?"
"No." Quatre stated simply, bouncing once on the bed. "When will you learn that what I want from you won't hurt you?"
"Stop this." Trowa lunged, snarling softly as the small body lept nimbly aside and out of his reach. "Quatre!"
"I hear you Trowa. If you want it.. come and get it!" He giggled softly, dashing out through the flap as the tall handsome male slipped a tunic over his head.
"If you go out, put on a coat!" Catherine cried out of habit.
~~~
The snow was knee deep to the young Unicorn turned Human, and in some places where it had drifted, it was easily over two feet deep. Sticking close to the house, he kept his hands crossed over his belly protectively as he ran from his persuer.
"I will have no problem dragging your dead carcass back into the house to get my inkwell, Quatre!" Trowa grunted, working his way through the same snow drift. "Just give up and come back."
"Never!" This was too much fun! He could hear the crunching of the snow behind him as Trowa slowly worked towards him. One thing though, his human friends were right, the snow *was* indeed very bright when the sun was out and it began to sting his delicate eyes. Bringing one hand up to sheild them, he giggled softly and burst into an akward trot as Trowa launched himself at him. "No, no, Friend Trowa! You must do better than that!"
"Quatre!" He ground out through clenched teeth as he lay face down into the powdery beauty. Snuffling snow out of his nose, he rose, skidded, lost his footing and fell again before rising and leaping again. He tackled the small form before him as his prey had halted to pick his way through another snowdrift.
Quatre eeped shrilly as he felt his world turn topsiturvy. Gaining his barings, he offered up a large grin to the angered face that loomed ominously over him. "Hello.. ready to be friends?" He blinked as a intrusive hand made it's way into his tunic. Squeaking his name, he fideted beneath him. "What are you doing? No! You can't do that, that's not fair! Troooowa!!"
Smiling in triumph, the unibanged man gripped his inkwell within one large hand, pushing himself off of the small form beneath him. "I told you, Quatre. I don't have time for this, so stop trying!"
"I don't believe you! I can't.. I.." He shook his head softly, his eyes tearing from a pain within his soul as he felt his friend reject and push him away. "I want to know you.. I care about you."
"Don't."
"But why?!"
"Stop it, Quatre. It's a lost cause." Trowa blinked softly as the youth gently took his hand.
"I'll never give up on you, Trowa.. never. No matter what you say, or what you do... I'll never abandon you.. even if you do so to me."
Trowa blinked down to him softly. Aside from Catherine.. noone had offered to care about him as such. Could there possibly be hope now? With all the strength of will he had, he tenderly sqeazed back the hand that held his.
"Alright, Quatre.. you win."
TBC.
AN. Alright, so this chapter was rushed and I'm really not liking how it's going.
Author 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 12
He sighed heavily as his dreary gaze continued to sweep over the uniform landscape of the barnyard, or what was once a barnyard. Last night was the peak of the storm and all that Quatre could see was burried beneath several unyeilding inches of snow. Tree limbs hung heavily with their burdens, every now and again, large dollops of feathery white would fall to the ground when the wind shifted direction.
"Is this... "
"What is it, little one?" Catherine looked up from her sewing after the blond had halted in his question.
Shaking his head, Quatre turned back to the window. "Is this forever?" He reached forward, placing his fingertips to the slowly fogging glass. Dispair etched his eyes. Everything seemed dead, he had never felt so alone.
"I don't understand what you mean." She paused, placing her work into a wicker basket by her chair and rose, stretching her arms over her head to alleviate her stiff muscles. "What do you mean, is this forever? Aren't you happy here?" Alarm began to sound in her voice.
"Oh no! That isn't what I meant. I like it here. No.. " He pointed outside again, tapping his finger softly against the window. "Is that.. the snow.. is that forever."
She laughed softly. "Oh no, my dear. That will go away come the spring thaw. I thought that you liked the snow, you sure enjoyed playing in it last night." Catherine smiled softly as she reached out, placing a soft hand apon the small shoulder. "Don't worry, Quatre. Your cabin fever will go away once the sun comes out, but you must be careful when it does, you don't want to be snow blind!"
It all sounded so horrible to him. Cabin fever? Snow blind!? Looking at her with a slow dawning horror, he scrambled from the window. "I have a fever? I.. I must leave here."
"No.. she means that you feel bored, distracted and frustrated." Trowa's soft voice wafted into the small sitting area from the flap that covered his bedroom door. "And snow blindness is just that. The light that refracts from the snow, well.. it makes your eyes adjust to such brightness, so when you come inside, it takes them a long time to realize that it is dim in the room. Everything is dark for a while."
Quatre looked from the doorway to Catherine, then from Cathy to the door way. Nodding softly, he moved to the flap. "You know a lot about that.."
Trowa lifted his head sharply. Quatre was too close to the flap. This was not good, as he had demanded his privacy from the small male earlier. "Yes.. I am, I'm busy.. I'll talk to you later."
Blond brows furrowed in contempt. Squaring his shoulders, he reached one hand out, pushing his way into the room, as Catherine sat down, arranging her skirts in her chair as she watched her brothers doorway. This was bound to be either messy and noisy, or downright deadly, as no one walked into Trowa's room and took his privacy once he barked that it shouldn't be so. One thing she knew for certain, it was bound to be entertaining.
~~~
It sounded like a weasel in a henhouse to the young woman as she placed her hand over her mouth to stiffle her laughter. She didn't know what Quatre had done, but it sounded as if Trowa had lifted his old wooden chest and hurled it at him. Shouting, muffled and low, wafted to her ears.
"Quatre! Damnit! What did I tell you!" Trowa stood, panting softly to one side of his bed, shirtless and angered.
"I wanted to come in.. you're still not nice."
"Give me my ink well."
"No! I will *Not*! You will be Nice to me if it kills you!"
"Oh.. someone will die, but I doubt it will be me."
Catherine snickered softly as she began to rock in the old rocker. The noises remained at the same level, but they were slightly closer, allowing her to place the two.
"You can't put your words to paper if you don't have this.. I think I will just keep this for a while.. this.. ink is it?" A smirk graced the delicate lips as Quatre tucked the small corked jar into the safety of his tunic. "Even one such as I knows about respect and doing what you must to get what you want. I want your friendship.. you want your ink. I think we have something to work with."
Trowa growled softly. "You have had your fair share of fun, now give it back, Quatre. I am not in the mood for these foolish games." He growled again as he was once more rewarded with a smirk.
"No."
"No?"
"No." Quatre stated simply, bouncing once on the bed. "When will you learn that what I want from you won't hurt you?"
"Stop this." Trowa lunged, snarling softly as the small body lept nimbly aside and out of his reach. "Quatre!"
"I hear you Trowa. If you want it.. come and get it!" He giggled softly, dashing out through the flap as the tall handsome male slipped a tunic over his head.
"If you go out, put on a coat!" Catherine cried out of habit.
~~~
The snow was knee deep to the young Unicorn turned Human, and in some places where it had drifted, it was easily over two feet deep. Sticking close to the house, he kept his hands crossed over his belly protectively as he ran from his persuer.
"I will have no problem dragging your dead carcass back into the house to get my inkwell, Quatre!" Trowa grunted, working his way through the same snow drift. "Just give up and come back."
"Never!" This was too much fun! He could hear the crunching of the snow behind him as Trowa slowly worked towards him. One thing though, his human friends were right, the snow *was* indeed very bright when the sun was out and it began to sting his delicate eyes. Bringing one hand up to sheild them, he giggled softly and burst into an akward trot as Trowa launched himself at him. "No, no, Friend Trowa! You must do better than that!"
"Quatre!" He ground out through clenched teeth as he lay face down into the powdery beauty. Snuffling snow out of his nose, he rose, skidded, lost his footing and fell again before rising and leaping again. He tackled the small form before him as his prey had halted to pick his way through another snowdrift.
Quatre eeped shrilly as he felt his world turn topsiturvy. Gaining his barings, he offered up a large grin to the angered face that loomed ominously over him. "Hello.. ready to be friends?" He blinked as a intrusive hand made it's way into his tunic. Squeaking his name, he fideted beneath him. "What are you doing? No! You can't do that, that's not fair! Troooowa!!"
Smiling in triumph, the unibanged man gripped his inkwell within one large hand, pushing himself off of the small form beneath him. "I told you, Quatre. I don't have time for this, so stop trying!"
"I don't believe you! I can't.. I.." He shook his head softly, his eyes tearing from a pain within his soul as he felt his friend reject and push him away. "I want to know you.. I care about you."
"Don't."
"But why?!"
"Stop it, Quatre. It's a lost cause." Trowa blinked softly as the youth gently took his hand.
"I'll never give up on you, Trowa.. never. No matter what you say, or what you do... I'll never abandon you.. even if you do so to me."
Trowa blinked down to him softly. Aside from Catherine.. noone had offered to care about him as such. Could there possibly be hope now? With all the strength of will he had, he tenderly sqeazed back the hand that held his.
"Alright, Quatre.. you win."
TBC.
AN. Alright, so this chapter was rushed and I'm really not liking how it's going.