Sorry this is so short guys, but at least it's out right? A few notes: this is going to be way angsty, just to warn ya. ^_^ Gotta love it! And for those who don't know, this is the sequel to Broken Dreams and Shattered Souls, so read that first, if you haven't, or you'll be really confused.
Oh yea, and go read my friend Emcron's fic Sacrifice of Angels, and don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: I'm a poor soon-to-be collage student who speaks only enough Japanese to get myself killed. Do you really think I own it?
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Healing Hearts and Dark Divides
Prologue: Trowa
If someone had told me three weeks ago that I was going to leave my perfect life at the circus in pursuit of a man that I didn't love, I would have told them that they were crazy. And I would have been right. Circus life is hardly perfect. Actually it's terrible, but the life of a nomad is the only one that I've ever known.
Then I ended up in a Gundam and on Earth all alone for the first time that I can remember. That surprises some, but it's true. I was with the mercenaries and then the Barton foundation for as far back as I can recall. I found myself on a whole new world full of life, real life no the imitation of the colonies. But I could not appreciate its beauty, for I knew no such thing.
Then I met a blond angel, Quatre Rabarba Winner. He showed me the meaning of beauty, of innocence. Here he was, full of life in the midst of death, certain of his conviction even though it went against the beliefs he had been taught. And I, I was nothing more than a child, out alone for the first time in my life, with no identity of my own to prove that I belonged on this beautiful Earth. I don't know exactly when I fell in love, but I fell hard. And it hurt.
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Trowa opened his eyes. Quatre was not the thing to be thinking of at the moment. He had to find Wufei. He didn't know what divine force was dragging him towards him, but he had learned a long time ago that it wasn't a good idea to resist.
He sighed and glanced out the window. When he was sure that they weren't going to dock at the L3 colony any time soon, he allowed himself to lie back in his chair once more.
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Then, when my heart was ripped open and dripping on the ground, I found company in my misery.
Chang Wufei. We hardly spoke during the war, but I was never one to talk, I observed. And from what I saw of Wufei during the war, he was too proud to try and kill himself, too arrogant to become depressed. Until I saw him there, bleeding himself out on a hospital bed. Don't ask me why I stayed by his side, not leaving a second before I had to, until he woke up. Don't ask me why I came back day after day, and convinced the doctor to let him go when I saw that he was unhappy there. Don't ask me why I brought him home with me. I don't know.
All I know is that it was the right thing to do.
I have been one of the few to be present when the proud warrior mask has shattered, and I was privileged enough to see the person, a scared child just as I was, behind it. I would hear the others speak cruelly of his insensitivity, but I knew they were wrong. I never set them straight however, Wufei would not have appreciated it.
I suppose that we are kindred spirits of a sort. We both hide behind masks that we have made ourselves through years of practice. I made mine for survival; perhaps he did as well…
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The unmistakable bump of the ship connecting with the dock woke Trowa from his reverie. He opened his green eyes once more and surveyed the scene outside the window. It was L3, unmistakable, he'd been here as a child. None too happy memories those, but he wasn't one to hide from them.
All around him, people were rising and stretching muscles cramped from sitting for so long. Trowa rose as well, but not to stretch; he didn't need to. He grabbed his small bag, all that he'd brought, from an overhead compartment and strode out of the shuttle. He was going to find Wufei if he had to tear the colony apart to do so.
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