Well- it took almost 2 weeks to get the reviews I wanted, but I'm not
complaining considering all the GW fics there are out there! Anyway-
replies!:
RYOUBAKURAFAN013: Of course I dedicated it to you! Why wouldn't I? You're the one who wanted me to write it.! And how can you say so much of a fic that's not even that long at all! [falls over] I dunno- I'm trying my best with it. it was hard enough to just write this section! Silly, ne?
ANIME WRITER KARICA: A bad GW fic? [shudders] I hear ya- some people just don't even try and it's a little disappointing.
ROCKY: What do I have planned? Well- I'm just taking it one chapter at a time ^_^. I sorta know where I wanna go, though- even though it's always super hard to get there -_-.
JENIHENPEN: Of course Trowa lives! He's a kawaii character! So mysterious. [wiggles her brows] besides- I couldn't leave poor Quatre by himself! And the story being true to the series...? [smiles brightly] I haven't seen the series for like 2 years! Well- I saw Endless Waltz once after I bought it- but still! [does her happy dance]
General: Um. I won't update till I have 10 reviews. and well. this section is short to- only a page- front and back- when I wrote it out. But- I think I couldn't have been able to end this chapter anyway without a cliffie! So- hope you enjoy!
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'..': Thoughts
Tell Me This.: Feeling New Pain
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Tears continued to run down his cheeks as he wept silently to himself. Quatre felt so alone for the first real time in his life- no other event had ever left him so empty. Sandrock held Heavyarms against his chest- the almost weightless feeling from being underwater wasn't evident at all.
Quatre had taken the two across the battlefield- to a blue sea where he knew his crying wouldn't be heard. Now, the two giants were submerged under the endless depths- the Gundams embracing in a mournful way.
"Trowa." Quatre repeated softly, closing his eyes into the darkness; their hours together there had produced no sound from the other male. "I. I don't want you to die." For the first time he said what he'd been so afraid of- Trowa dying. But the blonde's demeanor didn't change.
In a mournful way, he hummed softly- almost silently- but he hoped that Trowa could hear. Sandrock seemed to react to the melody- swaying slowly in the blue liquid space- a twirl with Heavyarms pressed against him. The motions seemed to come from Quatre's shattering emotions and he was coming to the realization of what Trowa's death could actually mean: the one he loved never knew. The true irony of war- the true loneliness left after all the enemy was defeated and there was nothing left to attack.
But all he could whimper was "Trowa."
"Trowa?" A voice echoed back to him- a figment of his imagination.
"Hai, Trowa." Quatre could remember the way the teenager's eyes could focus on only him..
"Who's Trowa?" At this, the blonde's head snapped up in complete shock. He couldn't believe his ears- Trowa was alive? Trowa was alive!
"Trowa. you're safe!" The Arabian's tears of sadness seemed to shift to tears of joy- he could hear the voice of HIM. "I- I was so worried!" He chocked out, tears streaming at a steady rate.
Then without a second though, jets from behind Sandrock exploded once again, sending both machines to the surface of the ocean- and into the bright sky that was signaling the forthcoming night with purple and gold. Quatre's gentle maneuvers set both mobile suits along the silent coast; he was eager to see the person he'd been contemplating his own death over.
Sandrock's cockpit opened up, ocean water glistening against the metal around him as he breathed in the fresh air of Earth. Staggering forward, the distance between the machines was minimal- and Quatre was soon trying his hardest to pry open the pilot's area on an almost destroyed Heavyarms.
In one frantic move, he pulled the deformed alloy's hatch- a teenager sitting there almost stunned at his release.
"Trowa!" Tears glistened in the blonde's eyes- seeing the brunette sitting there felt like a flood of deep emotions.
"Trowa." 03 repeated, looking down. Reaching forward, Quatre quickly undid the buckles of the seat that held the boy in place. Taking his hand, the Arabian pulled Trowa away from the deformed Gundam, and into the air of the setting sun.
"I. I was so scarred. The boy's arms wrapped around 03, hugging him to his light chest. The taller form responded almost reluctantly, one hand gently caressing the fragile boy's back.
"Scarred? Why?" Trowa spoke softly, looking down at the deep blue eyes that starred up at him. "I don't even know you."
It felt like Quatre's heart had stopped.
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Remember- I won't post again till I get 10 reviews!
Next chapter: Trowa doesn't remember? Quatre's new loneliness- and where does the change lead to?
RYOUBAKURAFAN013: Of course I dedicated it to you! Why wouldn't I? You're the one who wanted me to write it.! And how can you say so much of a fic that's not even that long at all! [falls over] I dunno- I'm trying my best with it. it was hard enough to just write this section! Silly, ne?
ANIME WRITER KARICA: A bad GW fic? [shudders] I hear ya- some people just don't even try and it's a little disappointing.
ROCKY: What do I have planned? Well- I'm just taking it one chapter at a time ^_^. I sorta know where I wanna go, though- even though it's always super hard to get there -_-.
JENIHENPEN: Of course Trowa lives! He's a kawaii character! So mysterious. [wiggles her brows] besides- I couldn't leave poor Quatre by himself! And the story being true to the series...? [smiles brightly] I haven't seen the series for like 2 years! Well- I saw Endless Waltz once after I bought it- but still! [does her happy dance]
General: Um. I won't update till I have 10 reviews. and well. this section is short to- only a page- front and back- when I wrote it out. But- I think I couldn't have been able to end this chapter anyway without a cliffie! So- hope you enjoy!
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'..': Thoughts
Tell Me This.: Feeling New Pain
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Tears continued to run down his cheeks as he wept silently to himself. Quatre felt so alone for the first real time in his life- no other event had ever left him so empty. Sandrock held Heavyarms against his chest- the almost weightless feeling from being underwater wasn't evident at all.
Quatre had taken the two across the battlefield- to a blue sea where he knew his crying wouldn't be heard. Now, the two giants were submerged under the endless depths- the Gundams embracing in a mournful way.
"Trowa." Quatre repeated softly, closing his eyes into the darkness; their hours together there had produced no sound from the other male. "I. I don't want you to die." For the first time he said what he'd been so afraid of- Trowa dying. But the blonde's demeanor didn't change.
In a mournful way, he hummed softly- almost silently- but he hoped that Trowa could hear. Sandrock seemed to react to the melody- swaying slowly in the blue liquid space- a twirl with Heavyarms pressed against him. The motions seemed to come from Quatre's shattering emotions and he was coming to the realization of what Trowa's death could actually mean: the one he loved never knew. The true irony of war- the true loneliness left after all the enemy was defeated and there was nothing left to attack.
But all he could whimper was "Trowa."
"Trowa?" A voice echoed back to him- a figment of his imagination.
"Hai, Trowa." Quatre could remember the way the teenager's eyes could focus on only him..
"Who's Trowa?" At this, the blonde's head snapped up in complete shock. He couldn't believe his ears- Trowa was alive? Trowa was alive!
"Trowa. you're safe!" The Arabian's tears of sadness seemed to shift to tears of joy- he could hear the voice of HIM. "I- I was so worried!" He chocked out, tears streaming at a steady rate.
Then without a second though, jets from behind Sandrock exploded once again, sending both machines to the surface of the ocean- and into the bright sky that was signaling the forthcoming night with purple and gold. Quatre's gentle maneuvers set both mobile suits along the silent coast; he was eager to see the person he'd been contemplating his own death over.
Sandrock's cockpit opened up, ocean water glistening against the metal around him as he breathed in the fresh air of Earth. Staggering forward, the distance between the machines was minimal- and Quatre was soon trying his hardest to pry open the pilot's area on an almost destroyed Heavyarms.
In one frantic move, he pulled the deformed alloy's hatch- a teenager sitting there almost stunned at his release.
"Trowa!" Tears glistened in the blonde's eyes- seeing the brunette sitting there felt like a flood of deep emotions.
"Trowa." 03 repeated, looking down. Reaching forward, Quatre quickly undid the buckles of the seat that held the boy in place. Taking his hand, the Arabian pulled Trowa away from the deformed Gundam, and into the air of the setting sun.
"I. I was so scarred. The boy's arms wrapped around 03, hugging him to his light chest. The taller form responded almost reluctantly, one hand gently caressing the fragile boy's back.
"Scarred? Why?" Trowa spoke softly, looking down at the deep blue eyes that starred up at him. "I don't even know you."
It felt like Quatre's heart had stopped.
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Remember- I won't post again till I get 10 reviews!
Next chapter: Trowa doesn't remember? Quatre's new loneliness- and where does the change lead to?