AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hehehe, sorry I took so long to write another chapter.
These last few weeks have been filled with icky homework. Blech. First I
just want to thank Jade Marquise for being my very first reviewer for this
story. You're the best!! And yah, I think either Heero or Quatre is the
youngest. Cuz Heero is my fave character, so I want him to be the
youngest!! He's so cool =) and so cute! And thanks to Rae TB for reviewing
too!!! You're the best too! =) And I LOVE Trowa and Heero pairings. They go
SO well together. No offense to anyone who likes Trowa + Quatre, but I
really don't like them too much. But that doesn't mean that I'll bash
Quatre or anything. Don't worry. I don't like bashing characters. I'll be
nice =) Oh, by the way, in the last chapter's summary, I put there will be
4 + 1. My bad, I meant 4 + 3. Now, go on and read the fic (you can skip
over reading the disclaimer if you want ^_^ )
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Wing blah blah blah. I don't own the characters blah blah, even though I would LOVE to own Heero =) He's so cute =) Hehehehe. Just go on and read the story and ignore my craziness.
New Beginnings By: Heero
Chapter 2: Weakness
Trowa's POV
When I realized that Heero was still alive, I knew that I had been given another mission. My mission would be to take care of him, him that would one day be the salvation of the world. He fought, had the stains of blood on his hands, but he was pure. He killed, was wise beyond his years, but was still innocent. He would end the war through fighting, yet teach it peace through his own innocence. The minute I saw him lying there, so weak and fragile, I knew that it was up to me to care for him, to stay by his side, until his wounds healed and hopefully beyond that. And I did it, worked on this unofficial mission harder than the most important of real missions.
Once I made up my mind to care for him, I was worried about where to put him. I didn't want Catharine or anyone else to ask any questions. However, that didn't turn into a problem. The minute Catharine saw him, her motherly instincts kicked in, and she insisted on helping to change bandages, sponge-bathe him, and make him soup. But I didn't want her help. It wasn't only the fact that I felt that it was my mission and my responsibility. It wasn't even the fact that I couldn't afford to have her find out about us being Gundam pilots. It took me days to find out what the flickers of emotion whenever I saw Catharine caring for Heero were. I finally realized that I was jealous.
It took me another few days to figure out that I was jealous of Catharine, not Heero. At first, I thought I was jealous of Heero. Since he was injured, Catharine was devoting her attention to caring for him, when she used to fuss over me. But then, I realized that I was jealous of Catharine. I wanted to care for Heero, on my own. I didn't want her anywhere near him. I didn't quite know why. I had never felt anything like it before. I was being possessive of something that wasn't even mine.
It was then that I touched at the beginnings of my not-yet-love for Heero. I knew I admired and respected him. I also knew that I was rather attracted to him. He looked so peaceful and innocent lying there, like the little boy he, like me, probably never got to be. I wanted him to stay like this forever, so I could continue taking care of him, but I also wanted him to wake up, so I could get to know him, the real him. I spent every free moment in his room, just watching him sleep. Seeing his chest rise and fall made me feel as if everything was right with the world. I even slept in his room, in the old chair whose backrest persisted in digging into back and sides.
I desperately wanted to be there when he woke up. However, it turns out that was the time that Catharine insisted on kicking me out to get some real sleep. She said I was wearing myself out and that she would be happy to watch over Heero for awhile. I decided it would be easier just to humour her and just come back in a few hours. I tried to sleep, but I just ended up lying there, staring at the ceiling and thinking of Heero. After just half an hour of this torture, I decided to go to the circus ring and practice some acrobatics. However, that was even more disastrous. In the middle of swinging on the trapeze, I started thinking of Heero and that lapse in concentration nearly caused me to fall.
Then, I decided it would be easier just to go back and sit outside the room. I could watch over Heero and Catharine would still think I was getting some rest. The second I saw his face, I felt well-rested and content. I settled down to watch. Some time passed before I noticed Heero moving. He seemed to be waking up. My heart was in my throat. The seconds that ticked by felt like years. I was tense, like a lion preparing to pounce. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times. I felt like shouting, then caught myself. He looked at Catharine and I felt that twinge of jealousy again. He whispered a name, Relena, and I felt an even stronger jolt of jealousy. Could Relena be his lover? I tried to dismiss that thought. He was on a mission. He couldn't have a girlfriend. He probably didn't even care for anything beyond the mission.
That thought brought me back to my senses. Heero was a dedicated soldier. He gave 200%. He wouldn't even think of thinking about anything frivolous like love. And if I displayed such sentiments, he would think me weak. I nearly lost hope right then, but I remembered how peaceful he looked while sleeping. I wanted him to look that peaceful again, but not only while asleep. I wanted him to be happy and I wanted to be source of his happiness. I didn't want him to have to fight anymore. I almost wished he was still unconscious. Then, I would have a reason to be near him and he would be safe. I now knew that I loved him, but I also knew that I would have to hide it, this weakness.
END OF CHAPTER 2
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I know this story is called "New Beginnings," but I still have some prologue-y stuff to finish before we get to after the war. Sorry. And I hope you like this chapter. Keep reading. I'll try to to get some more chapters as soon as possible. Please come back and check up on this fic. And PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Wing blah blah blah. I don't own the characters blah blah, even though I would LOVE to own Heero =) He's so cute =) Hehehehe. Just go on and read the story and ignore my craziness.
New Beginnings By: Heero
Chapter 2: Weakness
Trowa's POV
When I realized that Heero was still alive, I knew that I had been given another mission. My mission would be to take care of him, him that would one day be the salvation of the world. He fought, had the stains of blood on his hands, but he was pure. He killed, was wise beyond his years, but was still innocent. He would end the war through fighting, yet teach it peace through his own innocence. The minute I saw him lying there, so weak and fragile, I knew that it was up to me to care for him, to stay by his side, until his wounds healed and hopefully beyond that. And I did it, worked on this unofficial mission harder than the most important of real missions.
Once I made up my mind to care for him, I was worried about where to put him. I didn't want Catharine or anyone else to ask any questions. However, that didn't turn into a problem. The minute Catharine saw him, her motherly instincts kicked in, and she insisted on helping to change bandages, sponge-bathe him, and make him soup. But I didn't want her help. It wasn't only the fact that I felt that it was my mission and my responsibility. It wasn't even the fact that I couldn't afford to have her find out about us being Gundam pilots. It took me days to find out what the flickers of emotion whenever I saw Catharine caring for Heero were. I finally realized that I was jealous.
It took me another few days to figure out that I was jealous of Catharine, not Heero. At first, I thought I was jealous of Heero. Since he was injured, Catharine was devoting her attention to caring for him, when she used to fuss over me. But then, I realized that I was jealous of Catharine. I wanted to care for Heero, on my own. I didn't want her anywhere near him. I didn't quite know why. I had never felt anything like it before. I was being possessive of something that wasn't even mine.
It was then that I touched at the beginnings of my not-yet-love for Heero. I knew I admired and respected him. I also knew that I was rather attracted to him. He looked so peaceful and innocent lying there, like the little boy he, like me, probably never got to be. I wanted him to stay like this forever, so I could continue taking care of him, but I also wanted him to wake up, so I could get to know him, the real him. I spent every free moment in his room, just watching him sleep. Seeing his chest rise and fall made me feel as if everything was right with the world. I even slept in his room, in the old chair whose backrest persisted in digging into back and sides.
I desperately wanted to be there when he woke up. However, it turns out that was the time that Catharine insisted on kicking me out to get some real sleep. She said I was wearing myself out and that she would be happy to watch over Heero for awhile. I decided it would be easier just to humour her and just come back in a few hours. I tried to sleep, but I just ended up lying there, staring at the ceiling and thinking of Heero. After just half an hour of this torture, I decided to go to the circus ring and practice some acrobatics. However, that was even more disastrous. In the middle of swinging on the trapeze, I started thinking of Heero and that lapse in concentration nearly caused me to fall.
Then, I decided it would be easier just to go back and sit outside the room. I could watch over Heero and Catharine would still think I was getting some rest. The second I saw his face, I felt well-rested and content. I settled down to watch. Some time passed before I noticed Heero moving. He seemed to be waking up. My heart was in my throat. The seconds that ticked by felt like years. I was tense, like a lion preparing to pounce. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times. I felt like shouting, then caught myself. He looked at Catharine and I felt that twinge of jealousy again. He whispered a name, Relena, and I felt an even stronger jolt of jealousy. Could Relena be his lover? I tried to dismiss that thought. He was on a mission. He couldn't have a girlfriend. He probably didn't even care for anything beyond the mission.
That thought brought me back to my senses. Heero was a dedicated soldier. He gave 200%. He wouldn't even think of thinking about anything frivolous like love. And if I displayed such sentiments, he would think me weak. I nearly lost hope right then, but I remembered how peaceful he looked while sleeping. I wanted him to look that peaceful again, but not only while asleep. I wanted him to be happy and I wanted to be source of his happiness. I didn't want him to have to fight anymore. I almost wished he was still unconscious. Then, I would have a reason to be near him and he would be safe. I now knew that I loved him, but I also knew that I would have to hide it, this weakness.
END OF CHAPTER 2
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I know this story is called "New Beginnings," but I still have some prologue-y stuff to finish before we get to after the war. Sorry. And I hope you like this chapter. Keep reading. I'll try to to get some more chapters as soon as possible. Please come back and check up on this fic. And PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!