I figured I'd make all parts extremely small- considering I'm not sure
where this fic is going. J/k!
This story is dedicated to ryoubakurafan013- who has begged for me to write her a 3x4 fic. for some reason or other ^_~. Well- it's been a long-LONG time since I've written a Gundam fic- so she really wants for me to get back in the "mood". ((it's harder than you think! I've all ready been through the Gundam stage.!))
Anyway- this section is. short, subtle- to the point. Quatre's flashback- explosion during battle- and Quatre going a little numb. next chapter will probably be longer- but this is all I wrote at school, so yeah. But um. Read and Review!
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'.': Thoughts
Tell Me This.: The Explosion
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Quatre hummed softly to himself as his hazel eyes starred up at the massive figure in front of hi. Sandrock- who somehow always kept him level headed and attentive to his real mission on Earth. But his mind always wandered- and the soft steps in the hanger quickly caught his attention. He could feel the ones he most loved there with him. Sandrock and-
"You shouldn't be coming out here by yourself in the middle of the night." A familiar voice spoke from behind him, Quatre's soft eyes not wavering from his target. The young man could feel the hair on the back of his neck go on end- sort of intoxicating to just HEAR Trowa's voice.
"I just wanted to see Sandrock for a little while." The young man said softly, finally breaking his gaze from his Gundam and turning o face the teenager behind him. Trowa Barton- at least a "name". He stood there with his arms crossed, attention focused on the young Arabian. "You know- before we go into battle tomorrow." His last words were void of bitterness.
The other man nodded, still no breaking his gaze. "I understand you don't want to fight." Quatre's light eyes starred at the ground for a second in remorse- but his face brightened when he looked up again.
"But I fight for the colonies- it's my duty." Trowa gave him a calculating look before he turned around, facing the exit.
"It's your duty- but I don't want you to go into battle and see you hurt."
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The events in those few minutes from the night before flashed in front of the Arabian's eyes as he starred in shock. Heavyarms had exploded- all of the machinery turning into a bright flame, sending a black plume of smoke into the bright sky. He couldn't move- he couldn't feel the sandy blonde hair clinging to his swear-covered flesh, or that there were still bullets wising through the air. All he could see was the bright flames that were sending knives through his heart.
'Tro.' The bare beginning of tears were starting to form in his eyes. 'Tro.' He repeated again. "TROWAAAAA!" The teenager shouted, rushing forward in his Gundam, trying to get as near to the flames as possible.
"Quatre-sama- we must leave now!" Rishid spoke through the intercom; he sounded rushed- he was fighting two relentless Leo suits.
"I- I can't." Quatre pulled off his goggles, body shaking in his seat- it felt like his heart had just been ripped away. "Trowa." He cried lightly, trying to keep himself from completely breaking down. But it was useless- the one he most loved was.
"Quatre-sama- we must go now!"
"I'm not leaving him." Quatre finally chocked out- trying to keep his voice as steady as normal.
"But, Quatre-sa-"
"I'M NOT GOING!" He shouted, almost all of the Magwanats around him stopping in their tracks: Quatre was never like that.
"But."
"Leave- save yourselves." The young man closed his eyes, he was trying to dull out the shock as best he could. Then before anyone had any chance to object, he ran into the flames- temperature rising in Sandrock's cockpit- but he didn't care. He didn't care that the metal carcass he took in his arms was still in flames- or that fuel was spilling dangerously away. "Trowa. it'll be alright." Quatre whispered, crouching down lightly, boosters going off behind him, sending the mobile suits into the air.
"Quatre-sama!" The Magwanats shouted up at him- but he wasn't listening. All he could concentrate on was the pit in his stomach that was only whispering "death".
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I will only update if I receive more than 5 replies! Next Chapter: Where does Quatre take Heavyarms? Did Trowa survive the explosion? And why is Quatre so worried?
This story is dedicated to ryoubakurafan013- who has begged for me to write her a 3x4 fic. for some reason or other ^_~. Well- it's been a long-LONG time since I've written a Gundam fic- so she really wants for me to get back in the "mood". ((it's harder than you think! I've all ready been through the Gundam stage.!))
Anyway- this section is. short, subtle- to the point. Quatre's flashback- explosion during battle- and Quatre going a little numb. next chapter will probably be longer- but this is all I wrote at school, so yeah. But um. Read and Review!
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'.': Thoughts
Tell Me This.: The Explosion
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Quatre hummed softly to himself as his hazel eyes starred up at the massive figure in front of hi. Sandrock- who somehow always kept him level headed and attentive to his real mission on Earth. But his mind always wandered- and the soft steps in the hanger quickly caught his attention. He could feel the ones he most loved there with him. Sandrock and-
"You shouldn't be coming out here by yourself in the middle of the night." A familiar voice spoke from behind him, Quatre's soft eyes not wavering from his target. The young man could feel the hair on the back of his neck go on end- sort of intoxicating to just HEAR Trowa's voice.
"I just wanted to see Sandrock for a little while." The young man said softly, finally breaking his gaze from his Gundam and turning o face the teenager behind him. Trowa Barton- at least a "name". He stood there with his arms crossed, attention focused on the young Arabian. "You know- before we go into battle tomorrow." His last words were void of bitterness.
The other man nodded, still no breaking his gaze. "I understand you don't want to fight." Quatre's light eyes starred at the ground for a second in remorse- but his face brightened when he looked up again.
"But I fight for the colonies- it's my duty." Trowa gave him a calculating look before he turned around, facing the exit.
"It's your duty- but I don't want you to go into battle and see you hurt."
~*~*~
The events in those few minutes from the night before flashed in front of the Arabian's eyes as he starred in shock. Heavyarms had exploded- all of the machinery turning into a bright flame, sending a black plume of smoke into the bright sky. He couldn't move- he couldn't feel the sandy blonde hair clinging to his swear-covered flesh, or that there were still bullets wising through the air. All he could see was the bright flames that were sending knives through his heart.
'Tro.' The bare beginning of tears were starting to form in his eyes. 'Tro.' He repeated again. "TROWAAAAA!" The teenager shouted, rushing forward in his Gundam, trying to get as near to the flames as possible.
"Quatre-sama- we must leave now!" Rishid spoke through the intercom; he sounded rushed- he was fighting two relentless Leo suits.
"I- I can't." Quatre pulled off his goggles, body shaking in his seat- it felt like his heart had just been ripped away. "Trowa." He cried lightly, trying to keep himself from completely breaking down. But it was useless- the one he most loved was.
"Quatre-sama- we must go now!"
"I'm not leaving him." Quatre finally chocked out- trying to keep his voice as steady as normal.
"But, Quatre-sa-"
"I'M NOT GOING!" He shouted, almost all of the Magwanats around him stopping in their tracks: Quatre was never like that.
"But."
"Leave- save yourselves." The young man closed his eyes, he was trying to dull out the shock as best he could. Then before anyone had any chance to object, he ran into the flames- temperature rising in Sandrock's cockpit- but he didn't care. He didn't care that the metal carcass he took in his arms was still in flames- or that fuel was spilling dangerously away. "Trowa. it'll be alright." Quatre whispered, crouching down lightly, boosters going off behind him, sending the mobile suits into the air.
"Quatre-sama!" The Magwanats shouted up at him- but he wasn't listening. All he could concentrate on was the pit in his stomach that was only whispering "death".
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I will only update if I receive more than 5 replies! Next Chapter: Where does Quatre take Heavyarms? Did Trowa survive the explosion? And why is Quatre so worried?