There's a Time In Our Lives… [1]
Aquamarine orbs shot open. The head that they were held by felt as though it was spinning like roulette wheel. The eyes looked down first, and saw the needle in its arm. They then shot to the right and saw a familiar face, this one with green eyes. The green could clearly be described as 'Very Verde' if one wanted to be humorous and 'Emeralds in the Trees' if one wished to be poetic. This particular owner of the light blue eyes wished not to describe them. 'Too beautiful for words other than from the heart,' he thought. The eyes watched as their arm slowly lifted and put its hand over the other person's.
"Trowa, I-"
"No, Quatre, shush," He ran his hands through the light, golden hair of the smaller boy, "I know that you're about to apologize, and really, don't even start that. *I'm* sorry. I could have killed ...... you, and I just," He cut himself off. He was crying too hard, thinking of what he'd almost done to the one he loved. Reaching into his back pocket, he once again pulled out the gun he had shot Quatre with just two days ago. He was obviously still in tremendous pain. "Quatre do you see this? This is what I almost killed you with. I missed your heart be an inch. An inch! It may not have hurt your heart - but it blew mine away." He touched the place where his heart was and let a few more tears fall.
"Trowa? Love, what are you getting at?" This is exactly how he was talking before he shot him .... and he *never* wanted to get shot again. At least not by his lover...
"You can't live without your heart, Quatre, so I guess I'll have to die."
"NO!" As Quatre struggled to get out of the hospital bed, but only succeeded in knocking over everything, Trowa slowly raised the gun to his temple, mouthed 'I love you' and pulled the trigger.
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Aquamarine orbs shot open. The head that they were held by felt as though it was spinning like roulette wheel. The eyes looked down first, and saw the needle in its arm. Then the mouth opened.
"WHERE IS TROWA!" He sat up immediately, tears streaming down his face. When no one came to tell him precisely where Trowa was, he yelled twice as loud, "I am QUATRE REBERBA WINNER and if I don't get an answer I will - " Someone had their hand over his mouth. Someone with long, white fingers had their hand over his mouth. Someone with a deep voice was whispering "Shh, you want to get your mouth taped shut" into his ear. Someone with black, high-heeled boots, a long braid, and amethyst eyes was sitting next to him with a frown on his face.
"Kit-Quat , first off, CALM DOWN! If you weren't so weak right now, I'd have slapped you to get you to shut up er something!" He looked over at Quatre - eyes wide, mouth shut. 'Jesus friggin Christ!' "Now then, sorry 'bout that, Quat!" He flashed a grin that reeked of cheese, "Why do you need Tro' so badly?"
"I had a dream that Trowa was sitting on my bed. He apologized to me, then said that when he shot me, it hurt *his* heart more than it hurt mine. He then said that since he 'blew his heart away' and you can't live with a heart, he couldn't live and then he shot himself and ..." Quatre leaned back and sighed.
"Oh," He paused, not quite sure what to say, "Well, if it helps, Trowa is perfectly fine, in the waiting room with the others. We've been waiting for you to come to. They had to operate to see if he hit your heart but he managed to just miss everything but some veins and shit so when we heard I leaned over and whispered something dirty to Heero and he snickered and told Wufe-"
"Duo! Um, could you go get Trowa for me please?" He stopped talking, smiled, and began to walk out, his braid swinging out behind him. Again Quatre sighed and closed his eyes. "Damn him." Of course, he couldn't help but smile.
Duo walked, rather quickly, back to the waiting room, the smile that he had had on his face was completely gone. 'That boy has some demon eating him from the inside out. Have he and Trowa been having problems? Heero said something about 'Fei that one night, but, Quatre wouldn't cheat, would he?'
"Hey, Koibito, what's wrong?" Duo's head snapped up, and he quickly placed a smile on his face.
"Heero, baby, ain't nothin' wrong with me!" He teased his Japanese lover, "I just finished shutting the Bawling Blonde up," He paused to block the shoe that Trowa flung at his head. Quickly, he shot Trowa a 'Ha ha, I'm triumphant and you're not!' look and resumed talking. "He wants to talk to you, Tro, but watch out. He's still kinda 'iffy' and he might bite." Trowa, after chucking his other shoe in the Purple-Eyed-Wonder's[2] direction and retrieving both, started his long yet short journey down the length of the hallway. 'Last room on the left,' he kept repeating to himself, 'Last room on the left...' and for the first time, in a very long time, he was afraid. He'd heard the screams, the frantic cries, from his boyfriend and yet he kept walking. He was sure and assured of what he was doing and what he must do - and he wished he'd have shot himself instead of Quatre to keep from being in the situation he was in.[3] Abruptly, he stopped whispering to himself and realized that he'd only been stalling and that he'd been out side Quatre's door for a couple minutes just staring at the wood patterns. He took a deep breath and knocked once before opening the door.
"Quatre? Amore? You awake?" Quatre, of course, was clearly awake - it was bluntly obvious, what with his eyes wide open and shining almost silver in the hospital's florescent light. It was time to save time, and the more words exchanged, the better.
"Sure am!" The blue-shining-silver eyes washed over Trowa like a sort of small waterfall that left him feeling dirty instead of refreshed.
"Um ... well, at least you're alive and I feel the need to apologize because I almost killed you and-" His words were suddenly blocked out by a pressure on his lips - soft at first then gradually harder and deeper. Probing, with a sense of longing and wanting that slowly and just as softly as it had begun pulsated out to nothingness. Quatre had begun and ended the kiss, and Trowa had went along with the flow of things until they faded out. In his mind, he wanted the kiss to move along with its innocent rhythm for eternity, but in his heart he knew that it had to end for his sanity's sake. It was all getting closer and closer to dragged-out chaos. 'Here starts the beginning of the rest of my life..' He began by placing his hand over his 'Little one's.'
"Little One, I love you with all my heart," The tears began and Trowa knew they wouldn't end any time soon. He paused to regain some of his breath and with all the poise, confidence, and patience of a pianist learning a new and ultimately depressing song, so Trowa finished what he meant to say and sealed his fate.-
"But all good things must come to and end. A rose blooms and dies, love, a baby grows up, learns of life and it's secrets, and passes on to whatever comes next. Love is exactly the same way, and lately I've come to find that I'm not worth the time, nor patience, nor company of a God. So, dear God of All Tings Beautiful and Wondrous, I bid thee adieu. Maybe one day I'll write you a letter, or email you, but don't plan on hearing my voice any time soon."
Quatre was stunned. Too stunned, in fact, to stop love as it out the door with all the poise, confidence, and patience of a pianist learning a new and ultimately depressing song. It took a few minutes for it to sink in that he would most likely never lay eyes on his first and only love. The amount of time that it had taken for the realization to sink in to his heart and soul was equal to the amount of time it took for Quatre to reach into the small [burgundy] velvet pouch that he had carried with him everywhere (for the past two months) that had been returned to him sometime after the operation. He opened it up with the silver woven thread that kept it closed and pulled out the two tiny objects inside. It was then, as if on cue, that the painful words that his heart could not speak began to form in his eyes and created tiny river down his cheeks. He clutched the two things in his hand, the two most important things to him that he cherished more than the Maganacs even the other pilots. It is understandable, of course, that vows of eternal love and engagement rings are to be sacred.
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[1]: No comment from anyone. I friggin realize how hypocritical of me that title is…
[2]: Purple Eyed Wonder - This reference to Duo is soooo mine. I *never* want to see it used again *wink* If you *must* use it, tell 'em where you got it *peace sign chibi thing*
[3]: I re -read that, and realized just *how* angst I can be when something goes ahead and depressed me. All I'll say is that you shouldn't expect the rest of this fic (and a lot of the arch) to be too happy from now on. But hey! It's nothing *I* can't handle ^_~! So don't worry!
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Okay, time for thank-yous! Chang-Meiling: Talk about someone who hasn't failed to review a chapter! Heh, thanks again (glad to heard ya still like the nickname!). And disregard the kneecaps thing - I had about three cups of coffee, heh…/ Nimue Yuy: Yeah, I know mean. Heh, I hope I set everything back (before, of course, adding yet another twist). But that's me for ya./ Lacey-koi: Lacey (and, ahem, Duo). Thanks guys! I know I rock! Heh, I just hope you don't rope in Quatre with this review, I have the feeling he'll have a bone (or two or three…) to pick with me.
Hope you liked this past chapter. Not that I like to brag (but I do), but this fic has been better written with each chapter, if you take the time to actually read samples from each chapter. I've got approximately three chapters left and I guess I'd like you all to know that It's been extremely fun writing this, and although I've still got four more fics to write for this *insert groan* I'll remember this one best because it's the first one I'd ever written and posted. Eh, I'll quite the mushy stuff and get to bed. But, once again, thanks everybody.
Aquamarine orbs shot open. The head that they were held by felt as though it was spinning like roulette wheel. The eyes looked down first, and saw the needle in its arm. They then shot to the right and saw a familiar face, this one with green eyes. The green could clearly be described as 'Very Verde' if one wanted to be humorous and 'Emeralds in the Trees' if one wished to be poetic. This particular owner of the light blue eyes wished not to describe them. 'Too beautiful for words other than from the heart,' he thought. The eyes watched as their arm slowly lifted and put its hand over the other person's.
"Trowa, I-"
"No, Quatre, shush," He ran his hands through the light, golden hair of the smaller boy, "I know that you're about to apologize, and really, don't even start that. *I'm* sorry. I could have killed ...... you, and I just," He cut himself off. He was crying too hard, thinking of what he'd almost done to the one he loved. Reaching into his back pocket, he once again pulled out the gun he had shot Quatre with just two days ago. He was obviously still in tremendous pain. "Quatre do you see this? This is what I almost killed you with. I missed your heart be an inch. An inch! It may not have hurt your heart - but it blew mine away." He touched the place where his heart was and let a few more tears fall.
"Trowa? Love, what are you getting at?" This is exactly how he was talking before he shot him .... and he *never* wanted to get shot again. At least not by his lover...
"You can't live without your heart, Quatre, so I guess I'll have to die."
"NO!" As Quatre struggled to get out of the hospital bed, but only succeeded in knocking over everything, Trowa slowly raised the gun to his temple, mouthed 'I love you' and pulled the trigger.
~~~*~~~
Aquamarine orbs shot open. The head that they were held by felt as though it was spinning like roulette wheel. The eyes looked down first, and saw the needle in its arm. Then the mouth opened.
"WHERE IS TROWA!" He sat up immediately, tears streaming down his face. When no one came to tell him precisely where Trowa was, he yelled twice as loud, "I am QUATRE REBERBA WINNER and if I don't get an answer I will - " Someone had their hand over his mouth. Someone with long, white fingers had their hand over his mouth. Someone with a deep voice was whispering "Shh, you want to get your mouth taped shut" into his ear. Someone with black, high-heeled boots, a long braid, and amethyst eyes was sitting next to him with a frown on his face.
"Kit-Quat , first off, CALM DOWN! If you weren't so weak right now, I'd have slapped you to get you to shut up er something!" He looked over at Quatre - eyes wide, mouth shut. 'Jesus friggin Christ!' "Now then, sorry 'bout that, Quat!" He flashed a grin that reeked of cheese, "Why do you need Tro' so badly?"
"I had a dream that Trowa was sitting on my bed. He apologized to me, then said that when he shot me, it hurt *his* heart more than it hurt mine. He then said that since he 'blew his heart away' and you can't live with a heart, he couldn't live and then he shot himself and ..." Quatre leaned back and sighed.
"Oh," He paused, not quite sure what to say, "Well, if it helps, Trowa is perfectly fine, in the waiting room with the others. We've been waiting for you to come to. They had to operate to see if he hit your heart but he managed to just miss everything but some veins and shit so when we heard I leaned over and whispered something dirty to Heero and he snickered and told Wufe-"
"Duo! Um, could you go get Trowa for me please?" He stopped talking, smiled, and began to walk out, his braid swinging out behind him. Again Quatre sighed and closed his eyes. "Damn him." Of course, he couldn't help but smile.
Duo walked, rather quickly, back to the waiting room, the smile that he had had on his face was completely gone. 'That boy has some demon eating him from the inside out. Have he and Trowa been having problems? Heero said something about 'Fei that one night, but, Quatre wouldn't cheat, would he?'
"Hey, Koibito, what's wrong?" Duo's head snapped up, and he quickly placed a smile on his face.
"Heero, baby, ain't nothin' wrong with me!" He teased his Japanese lover, "I just finished shutting the Bawling Blonde up," He paused to block the shoe that Trowa flung at his head. Quickly, he shot Trowa a 'Ha ha, I'm triumphant and you're not!' look and resumed talking. "He wants to talk to you, Tro, but watch out. He's still kinda 'iffy' and he might bite." Trowa, after chucking his other shoe in the Purple-Eyed-Wonder's[2] direction and retrieving both, started his long yet short journey down the length of the hallway. 'Last room on the left,' he kept repeating to himself, 'Last room on the left...' and for the first time, in a very long time, he was afraid. He'd heard the screams, the frantic cries, from his boyfriend and yet he kept walking. He was sure and assured of what he was doing and what he must do - and he wished he'd have shot himself instead of Quatre to keep from being in the situation he was in.[3] Abruptly, he stopped whispering to himself and realized that he'd only been stalling and that he'd been out side Quatre's door for a couple minutes just staring at the wood patterns. He took a deep breath and knocked once before opening the door.
"Quatre? Amore? You awake?" Quatre, of course, was clearly awake - it was bluntly obvious, what with his eyes wide open and shining almost silver in the hospital's florescent light. It was time to save time, and the more words exchanged, the better.
"Sure am!" The blue-shining-silver eyes washed over Trowa like a sort of small waterfall that left him feeling dirty instead of refreshed.
"Um ... well, at least you're alive and I feel the need to apologize because I almost killed you and-" His words were suddenly blocked out by a pressure on his lips - soft at first then gradually harder and deeper. Probing, with a sense of longing and wanting that slowly and just as softly as it had begun pulsated out to nothingness. Quatre had begun and ended the kiss, and Trowa had went along with the flow of things until they faded out. In his mind, he wanted the kiss to move along with its innocent rhythm for eternity, but in his heart he knew that it had to end for his sanity's sake. It was all getting closer and closer to dragged-out chaos. 'Here starts the beginning of the rest of my life..' He began by placing his hand over his 'Little one's.'
"Little One, I love you with all my heart," The tears began and Trowa knew they wouldn't end any time soon. He paused to regain some of his breath and with all the poise, confidence, and patience of a pianist learning a new and ultimately depressing song, so Trowa finished what he meant to say and sealed his fate.-
"But all good things must come to and end. A rose blooms and dies, love, a baby grows up, learns of life and it's secrets, and passes on to whatever comes next. Love is exactly the same way, and lately I've come to find that I'm not worth the time, nor patience, nor company of a God. So, dear God of All Tings Beautiful and Wondrous, I bid thee adieu. Maybe one day I'll write you a letter, or email you, but don't plan on hearing my voice any time soon."
Quatre was stunned. Too stunned, in fact, to stop love as it out the door with all the poise, confidence, and patience of a pianist learning a new and ultimately depressing song. It took a few minutes for it to sink in that he would most likely never lay eyes on his first and only love. The amount of time that it had taken for the realization to sink in to his heart and soul was equal to the amount of time it took for Quatre to reach into the small [burgundy] velvet pouch that he had carried with him everywhere (for the past two months) that had been returned to him sometime after the operation. He opened it up with the silver woven thread that kept it closed and pulled out the two tiny objects inside. It was then, as if on cue, that the painful words that his heart could not speak began to form in his eyes and created tiny river down his cheeks. He clutched the two things in his hand, the two most important things to him that he cherished more than the Maganacs even the other pilots. It is understandable, of course, that vows of eternal love and engagement rings are to be sacred.
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[1]: No comment from anyone. I friggin realize how hypocritical of me that title is…
[2]: Purple Eyed Wonder - This reference to Duo is soooo mine. I *never* want to see it used again *wink* If you *must* use it, tell 'em where you got it *peace sign chibi thing*
[3]: I re -read that, and realized just *how* angst I can be when something goes ahead and depressed me. All I'll say is that you shouldn't expect the rest of this fic (and a lot of the arch) to be too happy from now on. But hey! It's nothing *I* can't handle ^_~! So don't worry!
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Okay, time for thank-yous! Chang-Meiling: Talk about someone who hasn't failed to review a chapter! Heh, thanks again (glad to heard ya still like the nickname!). And disregard the kneecaps thing - I had about three cups of coffee, heh…/ Nimue Yuy: Yeah, I know mean. Heh, I hope I set everything back (before, of course, adding yet another twist). But that's me for ya./ Lacey-koi: Lacey (and, ahem, Duo). Thanks guys! I know I rock! Heh, I just hope you don't rope in Quatre with this review, I have the feeling he'll have a bone (or two or three…) to pick with me.
Hope you liked this past chapter. Not that I like to brag (but I do), but this fic has been better written with each chapter, if you take the time to actually read samples from each chapter. I've got approximately three chapters left and I guess I'd like you all to know that It's been extremely fun writing this, and although I've still got four more fics to write for this *insert groan* I'll remember this one best because it's the first one I'd ever written and posted. Eh, I'll quite the mushy stuff and get to bed. But, once again, thanks everybody.