My Four-Leaf Clover
By Moon Dragon
Pairings: *YAOI* 1+2 (mainly), 3+4
WARNINGS: NOT A HAPPY ENDING! ANGST AND MAJOR DEATH!!!
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing
Note: Hopefully this fic will be short so I can
work on my other fics. Please Review!
**************
Night wrapped around the sky in a dark blanket.
The sweet warmth of the summer air dispersed under its weight.
Only the cold remained in wake.
The heavens look down upon a quiet and secret place.
Its decorating lights dim in retirement and everything
is in rest of the restless amusement park.
"Higher!"
The girl felt giddy in excitement. She held tighter around the
boy's waist, feeling his soft dark hair tickling her face.
The boy complied and pulled the reins of the mannequin horse to
fly up higher into the sky. She couldn't believe how this boy can
make a lifeless horse fly, but that is forgotten in their night flight.
"Do you like it?"
The girl looked up to meet his eyes and smiled too. "I love it!"
She glanced down below her. Every structure became small and then
swallowed up by darkness. They're so high up!
But the thrill isn't enough.
She needed to be free.
"Keep the horse still!" She yelled at the dark hair boy.
She tried to stand up and steadied herself.
The boy panicked at her notion. "What are you doing! Sit down!"
"No!" She stubbornly says, "I want to feel free!"
She fully stood with her arms raised.
"Stop that!" He commanded her, but it's no use.
His fear overruled him and all lost concentration faltered the horse.
He desperately grabbed for her hand as she stumbled off her place.
"HEERO!"
It was the last cry from her as the little girl
fell into awaiting emptiness.
And everything was black…
As the stars weep a crystal tear.
*********************
Heero opens his cobalt eyes as her scream rings in his ears.
The same dream…The same memory…
He sits up from the soft matted bed as the sun shows its shine.
Birds flit through tall trees as they sing good mornings to Heero.
The boy just stares blankly through all that is bright.
He feels a little prick as one bird voluntary perch on his
bare shoulder.
Lifting the bird on his finger, he strokes gently on its chest.
Never soft feathers, but only hard.
A mechanical bird.
Heero sighs at the vision around him.
Trees grow tall…but they're all artificial.
The sky is clear blue…but is limited by the glass ceiling.
The boy is like a bird in a glass cage.
But he doesn't mind…doesn't care…
Because there's nothing out there for him.
Nothing.
"Hello Heero."
He looks up to see a small television set with mechanical wings
to support itself. The screen flickers where his guardian's face
appears. "Hello Wufei."
"And how are you today?" His face, as young as Heero's, addresses
him in kindness.
Heero didn't reply, but looks away.
"Still as your same silent self aren't you?" His Chinese guardian
responses.
"There's nothing to say." He answers in his usual monotone voice.
Mechanical wings sprout out of his back, gradually but instantly.
The same design as the birds with thin sheets as feathers and wires
as the skeletal frame.
Heero flies away from Wufei's view and soar upwards, almost reaching
the glass ceiling. Slowing down, he finally perches on the highest
branch there is.
It's a place that doesn't provide the best scenery though.
The glass building is so tall that Heero can only see the sky and
nothing else.
Nevertheless, it's a quiet place for him.
And it's where his ears could hear a distant, but lovely violin song.
*****************
Wufei sighs as he switches off the video screen.
It's his job to make sure of Heero's condition, but everyday he
can't bear to look on that same emotionless face.
'It's almost like he wants to die,' Wufei believes as he stands up.
He leaves to a doorway that leads him to the central meeting section.
Upon open doors, are five of his mentors and doctors. All sit in a
circle as they wait on Wufei's arrival.
"How is our four-leaf clover?" One doctor with a mechanical claw asks.
"The same, Dr. J."
The one named Dr. J snorts in response,
"I know that look on your face, Wufei. You're being too sentimental!
We don't allow that here, understand?"
Wufei didn't reply.
"He's right," another doctor with a brutal scar includes in.
"Heero, as we call a four-leaf clover, is a dangerous type of sorcerer.
Any influence of emotion or the outside world could make him desire more.
That's why he must be alone. Always."
'True,' Wufei thinks to himself, 'but is that what Heero really wants?
Where's the justice in that?'
****************
The crowd roars in applause as Quatre Raberba Winner takes a grateful
bow. The curtains fall and the spotlight fades as he ends his violin
performance.
Quatre sets his violin carefully back into its case. He wipes off a
bead of sweat, but smiles contently.
The silence interrupts for a lone pair of clapping hands,
"Hey, Quatre! Great show!"
As Quatre turns, A boy with a long braid steps out from the shadows.
Quatre runs a hand through his blond locks,
"Thanks Duo, but it's nothing-"
"Nothing?!" the boy named Duo nearly shrieks,
"If that isn't high class then I don't know what is."
Quatre laughs and waves off Duo as if to dismiss him.
But Duo just strides up to him and ruffles Quatre's hair,
"Hey, remember that you're always the best, okay?"
"But Duo-"
"Uh uh! Only the best!"
"But-"
"I mean it."
"Du-"
"The best! If you disagree with me, you're getting the noogie!"
He raises his fist in a threatening manner.
Quatre's cerulean eyes grow wide. Anything but that.
"Okay, Duo, I won't argue."
Duo nods in satisfaction, "Good."
Both laugh at their childish scene as Quatre finally lifts his
violin case to signal his leave.
"Got to go, Duo. I have to practice for another performance."
"Alright, but keep out of trouble, you hear boy!" Duo snickers
and they both wave farewell for now.
As Duo turns to leave as well, he's taken surprised at a tall
figure looming over him. Duo tenses, but relaxes as he realizes who
it is. "Argh, Trowa! You and your appearing acts!"
With a snort, he leaves him without hearing his reply.
The figure's eyes, one covered by a fall of cinnamon hair,
stone on the retreating figure. Duo is a friendly person,
but how can everybody be fooled by his smile?
He's so carefree, but careless. He hates him.
Especially the close affection he shows near his beloved Quatre.
"He's mine," Trowa hisses, but only the air witnesses his threats.
****************
RIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIING!
"I'm coming!"
RIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIING!
"I'm coming! Damn you!"
Quatre just arrives to his apartment when a certain annoying
telephone starts to ring.
He quickly jams his key into his door lock and nearly dives in
for the awaiting telephone.
With the telephone in hand, he takes in a slow deep breath. "…Hello?"
No answer.
"Um, hello…?"
No answer.
Quatre thinks wearily, "All my efforts of diving and risking
my violin comes up to nothing."
He is about to put the phone back into its receiver when a
sudden voice breaks out the silence.
"Wait!"
Quatre pauses and places the phone near his ear, "Hello? Who is this?"
"My name is Heero…I'm a fan of your music."
By Moon Dragon
Pairings: *YAOI* 1+2 (mainly), 3+4
WARNINGS: NOT A HAPPY ENDING! ANGST AND MAJOR DEATH!!!
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing
Note: Hopefully this fic will be short so I can
work on my other fics. Please Review!
**************
Night wrapped around the sky in a dark blanket.
The sweet warmth of the summer air dispersed under its weight.
Only the cold remained in wake.
The heavens look down upon a quiet and secret place.
Its decorating lights dim in retirement and everything
is in rest of the restless amusement park.
"Higher!"
The girl felt giddy in excitement. She held tighter around the
boy's waist, feeling his soft dark hair tickling her face.
The boy complied and pulled the reins of the mannequin horse to
fly up higher into the sky. She couldn't believe how this boy can
make a lifeless horse fly, but that is forgotten in their night flight.
"Do you like it?"
The girl looked up to meet his eyes and smiled too. "I love it!"
She glanced down below her. Every structure became small and then
swallowed up by darkness. They're so high up!
But the thrill isn't enough.
She needed to be free.
"Keep the horse still!" She yelled at the dark hair boy.
She tried to stand up and steadied herself.
The boy panicked at her notion. "What are you doing! Sit down!"
"No!" She stubbornly says, "I want to feel free!"
She fully stood with her arms raised.
"Stop that!" He commanded her, but it's no use.
His fear overruled him and all lost concentration faltered the horse.
He desperately grabbed for her hand as she stumbled off her place.
"HEERO!"
It was the last cry from her as the little girl
fell into awaiting emptiness.
And everything was black…
As the stars weep a crystal tear.
*********************
Heero opens his cobalt eyes as her scream rings in his ears.
The same dream…The same memory…
He sits up from the soft matted bed as the sun shows its shine.
Birds flit through tall trees as they sing good mornings to Heero.
The boy just stares blankly through all that is bright.
He feels a little prick as one bird voluntary perch on his
bare shoulder.
Lifting the bird on his finger, he strokes gently on its chest.
Never soft feathers, but only hard.
A mechanical bird.
Heero sighs at the vision around him.
Trees grow tall…but they're all artificial.
The sky is clear blue…but is limited by the glass ceiling.
The boy is like a bird in a glass cage.
But he doesn't mind…doesn't care…
Because there's nothing out there for him.
Nothing.
"Hello Heero."
He looks up to see a small television set with mechanical wings
to support itself. The screen flickers where his guardian's face
appears. "Hello Wufei."
"And how are you today?" His face, as young as Heero's, addresses
him in kindness.
Heero didn't reply, but looks away.
"Still as your same silent self aren't you?" His Chinese guardian
responses.
"There's nothing to say." He answers in his usual monotone voice.
Mechanical wings sprout out of his back, gradually but instantly.
The same design as the birds with thin sheets as feathers and wires
as the skeletal frame.
Heero flies away from Wufei's view and soar upwards, almost reaching
the glass ceiling. Slowing down, he finally perches on the highest
branch there is.
It's a place that doesn't provide the best scenery though.
The glass building is so tall that Heero can only see the sky and
nothing else.
Nevertheless, it's a quiet place for him.
And it's where his ears could hear a distant, but lovely violin song.
*****************
Wufei sighs as he switches off the video screen.
It's his job to make sure of Heero's condition, but everyday he
can't bear to look on that same emotionless face.
'It's almost like he wants to die,' Wufei believes as he stands up.
He leaves to a doorway that leads him to the central meeting section.
Upon open doors, are five of his mentors and doctors. All sit in a
circle as they wait on Wufei's arrival.
"How is our four-leaf clover?" One doctor with a mechanical claw asks.
"The same, Dr. J."
The one named Dr. J snorts in response,
"I know that look on your face, Wufei. You're being too sentimental!
We don't allow that here, understand?"
Wufei didn't reply.
"He's right," another doctor with a brutal scar includes in.
"Heero, as we call a four-leaf clover, is a dangerous type of sorcerer.
Any influence of emotion or the outside world could make him desire more.
That's why he must be alone. Always."
'True,' Wufei thinks to himself, 'but is that what Heero really wants?
Where's the justice in that?'
****************
The crowd roars in applause as Quatre Raberba Winner takes a grateful
bow. The curtains fall and the spotlight fades as he ends his violin
performance.
Quatre sets his violin carefully back into its case. He wipes off a
bead of sweat, but smiles contently.
The silence interrupts for a lone pair of clapping hands,
"Hey, Quatre! Great show!"
As Quatre turns, A boy with a long braid steps out from the shadows.
Quatre runs a hand through his blond locks,
"Thanks Duo, but it's nothing-"
"Nothing?!" the boy named Duo nearly shrieks,
"If that isn't high class then I don't know what is."
Quatre laughs and waves off Duo as if to dismiss him.
But Duo just strides up to him and ruffles Quatre's hair,
"Hey, remember that you're always the best, okay?"
"But Duo-"
"Uh uh! Only the best!"
"But-"
"I mean it."
"Du-"
"The best! If you disagree with me, you're getting the noogie!"
He raises his fist in a threatening manner.
Quatre's cerulean eyes grow wide. Anything but that.
"Okay, Duo, I won't argue."
Duo nods in satisfaction, "Good."
Both laugh at their childish scene as Quatre finally lifts his
violin case to signal his leave.
"Got to go, Duo. I have to practice for another performance."
"Alright, but keep out of trouble, you hear boy!" Duo snickers
and they both wave farewell for now.
As Duo turns to leave as well, he's taken surprised at a tall
figure looming over him. Duo tenses, but relaxes as he realizes who
it is. "Argh, Trowa! You and your appearing acts!"
With a snort, he leaves him without hearing his reply.
The figure's eyes, one covered by a fall of cinnamon hair,
stone on the retreating figure. Duo is a friendly person,
but how can everybody be fooled by his smile?
He's so carefree, but careless. He hates him.
Especially the close affection he shows near his beloved Quatre.
"He's mine," Trowa hisses, but only the air witnesses his threats.
****************
RIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIING!
"I'm coming!"
RIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIING!
"I'm coming! Damn you!"
Quatre just arrives to his apartment when a certain annoying
telephone starts to ring.
He quickly jams his key into his door lock and nearly dives in
for the awaiting telephone.
With the telephone in hand, he takes in a slow deep breath. "…Hello?"
No answer.
"Um, hello…?"
No answer.
Quatre thinks wearily, "All my efforts of diving and risking
my violin comes up to nothing."
He is about to put the phone back into its receiver when a
sudden voice breaks out the silence.
"Wait!"
Quatre pauses and places the phone near his ear, "Hello? Who is this?"
"My name is Heero…I'm a fan of your music."
