Yeah- I know it's been a while since I've updated- but with this fic, I was
stumped. So- I had to resort to my handy- dandy little brother who decided
to give me some advice! Say hi!
Cosmo Magician: What?! Hiiiiiiiiii I made the boat sceeeeennneeeeeeee....... Hope you like iiiiiiiiittttt........ I didn't write it!!!
Hana no Ceres: God- he's so stupid sometimes! [smacks him] Baka!
Cosmo Magician: okoma!!!
Hana no Ceres: [takes out her wooden practice sword and swats him with her new found "stick" ] URUSAI! URUSAI! URUSAIIIII!
Cosmo Magician: [finds quarter on ground] Oooohhh! Quarter! [bends down to get it, missing all her attacks]
Hana no Ceres: Grr...
Cosmo Magician: [stands] Were you talking to me?
Hana no Ceres: Okay- that's enough.... [frown] stupid boy... well- he didn't WRITE IT- but he gave me the idea... Anyway ((no- my little brother probably won't be part of the AUs I just figured that little pain in the ass needed some recognition- and see how he repays me?!))- replies:
RELWARC: A notch in my belt? [looks around] O.O thanks, I guess!
MLANIE: I don't demand reviews! Well- maybe I do- but I wanna know that people are actually READING what I put up, ya know? So I have to do it to make sure people even wanna see my stuff!
PANDORA-CHAN: [blush blush] thanks- every review counts! And about you liking amnesia fics... I haven't really seen THAT many and stuff... [shrug]
RYOUBAKURAFAN013: [chuckles] I don't wanna burden you with all the scanning and stuff! I dunno- I have the first issue- the one with Duo-chan's past... but that was the only one I got of Episode Zero [sniff] Damn those VIZ people for being so expensive sometimes! But yeah- either way- you don't have to do anything if you don't want to...! And hmph... old Trowa- well this chapter is him starting to kinda turn a little. It's in leaps and bounds, you know? And calling me Shiroi is no biggie- it's all good ^_~. Now I just gotta find a name for you! [looks at Trowa and Quatre that have suddenly started making out in a corner] Eh... [nudges rbf in the side] don't worry- they'll do that sometime by the end of the fic... and yeah- your opinion counts, so don't beat yourself up! MIRE! [motions to all the review replies] YOU GOT THE FREAKIN' LONGEST ONE!
GENERAL: Um... I figured I should get things cleared up so that no one gets confused: 1. I have NO idea where in the course of the series this fic is taking place; 2. I have no idea what time of year this is; 3. The ending of this fic is still a little hazy for me so bear with me as I actually develop an ALRIGHT plot.
With that said.... Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing- nor Quatre and Trowa- but if I did they'd be on dog leashes so I could take them anywhere I wanted. ^_~.
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/.../: thoughts
Tell Me This: Water Melody
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Inhaling deeply, the blond silken head slipped under the waves as if it were returning home- the body of the male gliding almost like a feather through the liquid. Swimming through the ocean water, Quatre felt lighter in mind than in body, and the cool surroundings on his skin were just what he needed.
Trowa had suddenly decided he'd go fishing for food once again and the Arabian had taken the opportunity to bathe. It still surprised the smaller male how the other could still remember certain skills like that... But he was happy- at least they would have enough in their stomachs to not be uncomfortable.
Quatre's conducive attempts to educate the new Trowa on the other's life really had put a strain on him; it was even apparent in the way his eyes fell upon him. Quatre hadn't thought he'd feel so depressed about it, either.
Taking another deep breath when he reached the surface, Quatre paddled his arms and legs, keeping himself above the waterline. He'd found a small cove were the ocean couldn't harm him and the waves weren't as strong; he was even thankful for the seclusion that would hide his nudity.
/I wonder what he thinks about me.../ The thought lazily slipped into consciousness as he moved to float on his back. /He probably doesn't like me much... I haven't been very kind.../ The internal scolding would have been laughable had it been any other time. /I can't blame him... I'm worrying about what I've lost while he doesn't have any memory of anything at all..../ Quatre sighed, drifting atop the water. /I'm too selfish.../
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/What is that...?/ Trowa frowned, looking out into the horizon- a triangle wooden THING was sticking out of the calm waters and being pushed closer to the shore. /I think it's a.../ He was jogging towards that area of the coast, trying to make out the entire shape. /It's a.../
"Boat..." He stopped, starring at the wooden dingy, its triangular point leading towards the sky. The teenager looked around- how did it get there? What happened to the owner? The brunette sighed, pulling off his shoes, socks, and dark turtleneck, setting them neatly on the shore.
/I bet if it's not damaged, it could be useful.../ Trowa began to wade into the chilly waters, still being cautions for anything around him. When the water was several feet under him, he was about 5 feet away from the small boat, he looked around once more. /Here goes...!/ He took a deep breath, ducking under, and beginning to swim underwater.
The teenager made his way by the moonlight that penetrated the shallow ocean and in the general direction of the boat. It LOOKED like it was in good condition- but he had to make sure. Reaching out, he touched the wood- it felt strong and it seemed like it hadn't been underwater for long. Trowa's "test" was overall strength and how it could actually hold itself together. The teenager's hands went over the structure and he dove deeper to test the skeleton of the small fishing boat's stern.
/Seems good enough.../ A creek made him glance up at the top of the boat- maybe he shook it too hard? The boat was falling towards him- on top of him. The surprise made him emit the remaining air from his lungs and the boat encased him inside the hollowing and the soft sand of the ocean bottom.
/Shit!/ He cursed mentally, trying as hard as he could to push the ship up enough to swim out. But it was getting too much- he had almost no air left and his head was pounding in the lack of it. His fingers searched the rim of the overturned, sunken fishing boat, trying to get a grip on the edge to flip it but the water made it especially hard. The boat's weight kept sinking it into the soft sand. /I- I can't die like this...!/ He found the edge and was trying to pull it up. /I- I... it hurts.../ The blood rushing to his head was pounding and he opened his mouth in protest.
Trowa barely lifted the fishing boat enough for his slender figure to slide out but he couldn't take the chocking anymore. He was ready to take a deep breath of water when his green eyes widened.
Images- hundreds of thousands of images flooded his panicked and aching mind in those seconds before he reached the surface. All of one person: Quatre. A smiling face- a wave- the blond giggling- the blond cheering- the blond looking hurt- the blond with watery eyes- the blond crying...
A sharp intake of air hurt his throat as he struggled to keep from chocking out. The teenager had floated to the surface during the flashes of the Arabian and now Trowa was crying.
/I...I.../ He was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself and also stay above the water line. He took this a sign to get the fish and stay quiet- Quatre was sad enough as it was and he didn't want to talk about a near death experience. Even if it brought back memories. Even if it made him remember what he felt.
~*~*~
Quatre sat alone at the open hatch door of Sandrock's cockpit. His depression-like train of thoughts hadn't stopped and the castigation continued on his end. If it had been someone else, the Arabian would have been trying to help THEM through it- but there was no one else there for him while Trowa was roasting his catch.
A warm breeze swept over his bare shoulders in the hot dry air- he somewhat appreciated the hot California air and the large moon that hung overhead showering everything in blue. It was quiet except the sound of the waves and the blonde's steady breathing.
"Quatre." Trowa's voice called from the sands below him. Absently the teenager looked down, seeing that Trowa was starting to climb awkwardly up Heavyarms' leg with a long thin stick as a spear with four fish pocked through. When he finally reached Heavyarms' open cockpit hatch, he sat, handing the spear of food to the other male. "Sorry it took so long, Quatre."
The boy smiled weakly and looked down at the spear in his hands. "No- no, it's fine." He looked back at the brunette in front of him who was giving him a concerned look.
"I would caught more and all ready set them aside for later if you're still hungry." Trowa seemed to want to at least ease the blank look on Quatre's face. He reached out and pulled one of the warm roasted fish and began picking off the meat on his tuna. "I also found crab over where I was; as soon as I find something to boil water, I'll cook you some."
"You shouldn't worry about me..." Quatre spoke softly, twirling the spear in his fingers and watching the fish turn.
"Quatre- please don't be that way." The remark made the blond look up somewhat confused.
"Ne?"
"It's not like you." The brunettes' eyes starred intently.
"Not... like..." Was he imagining? "You- you're starting to remember things?" Trowa smiled lightly and went back to his fish, picking more meat off with his fingers and slipping them into his mouth.
"A little bit here and there..." He looked up at the sky and the rest of the night was silent.
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So yeah- Trowa almost drowning, Quatre going somewhat over the deep end- what will happen NEXT? [glances at her brother] Any ideas, aniki?
Cosmo Magician: Well the plot of the story is getting good... and more is yet to come.
Hana no Ceres: -_-. Wow- interesting commentary.
Cosmo Magician: Don't hate me for having a golden tongue [sticks tongue out and pets it lovingly]
Hana no Ceres: Jeeze... [sweatdrop] anyway- no updates till I get... oh- lets say 30? Yeah- 30!
Cosmo Magician: What?! Hiiiiiiiiii I made the boat sceeeeennneeeeeeee....... Hope you like iiiiiiiiittttt........ I didn't write it!!!
Hana no Ceres: God- he's so stupid sometimes! [smacks him] Baka!
Cosmo Magician: okoma!!!
Hana no Ceres: [takes out her wooden practice sword and swats him with her new found "stick" ] URUSAI! URUSAI! URUSAIIIII!
Cosmo Magician: [finds quarter on ground] Oooohhh! Quarter! [bends down to get it, missing all her attacks]
Hana no Ceres: Grr...
Cosmo Magician: [stands] Were you talking to me?
Hana no Ceres: Okay- that's enough.... [frown] stupid boy... well- he didn't WRITE IT- but he gave me the idea... Anyway ((no- my little brother probably won't be part of the AUs I just figured that little pain in the ass needed some recognition- and see how he repays me?!))- replies:
RELWARC: A notch in my belt? [looks around] O.O thanks, I guess!
MLANIE: I don't demand reviews! Well- maybe I do- but I wanna know that people are actually READING what I put up, ya know? So I have to do it to make sure people even wanna see my stuff!
PANDORA-CHAN: [blush blush] thanks- every review counts! And about you liking amnesia fics... I haven't really seen THAT many and stuff... [shrug]
RYOUBAKURAFAN013: [chuckles] I don't wanna burden you with all the scanning and stuff! I dunno- I have the first issue- the one with Duo-chan's past... but that was the only one I got of Episode Zero [sniff] Damn those VIZ people for being so expensive sometimes! But yeah- either way- you don't have to do anything if you don't want to...! And hmph... old Trowa- well this chapter is him starting to kinda turn a little. It's in leaps and bounds, you know? And calling me Shiroi is no biggie- it's all good ^_~. Now I just gotta find a name for you! [looks at Trowa and Quatre that have suddenly started making out in a corner] Eh... [nudges rbf in the side] don't worry- they'll do that sometime by the end of the fic... and yeah- your opinion counts, so don't beat yourself up! MIRE! [motions to all the review replies] YOU GOT THE FREAKIN' LONGEST ONE!
GENERAL: Um... I figured I should get things cleared up so that no one gets confused: 1. I have NO idea where in the course of the series this fic is taking place; 2. I have no idea what time of year this is; 3. The ending of this fic is still a little hazy for me so bear with me as I actually develop an ALRIGHT plot.
With that said.... Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing- nor Quatre and Trowa- but if I did they'd be on dog leashes so I could take them anywhere I wanted. ^_~.
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/.../: thoughts
Tell Me This: Water Melody
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Inhaling deeply, the blond silken head slipped under the waves as if it were returning home- the body of the male gliding almost like a feather through the liquid. Swimming through the ocean water, Quatre felt lighter in mind than in body, and the cool surroundings on his skin were just what he needed.
Trowa had suddenly decided he'd go fishing for food once again and the Arabian had taken the opportunity to bathe. It still surprised the smaller male how the other could still remember certain skills like that... But he was happy- at least they would have enough in their stomachs to not be uncomfortable.
Quatre's conducive attempts to educate the new Trowa on the other's life really had put a strain on him; it was even apparent in the way his eyes fell upon him. Quatre hadn't thought he'd feel so depressed about it, either.
Taking another deep breath when he reached the surface, Quatre paddled his arms and legs, keeping himself above the waterline. He'd found a small cove were the ocean couldn't harm him and the waves weren't as strong; he was even thankful for the seclusion that would hide his nudity.
/I wonder what he thinks about me.../ The thought lazily slipped into consciousness as he moved to float on his back. /He probably doesn't like me much... I haven't been very kind.../ The internal scolding would have been laughable had it been any other time. /I can't blame him... I'm worrying about what I've lost while he doesn't have any memory of anything at all..../ Quatre sighed, drifting atop the water. /I'm too selfish.../
~*~*~
/What is that...?/ Trowa frowned, looking out into the horizon- a triangle wooden THING was sticking out of the calm waters and being pushed closer to the shore. /I think it's a.../ He was jogging towards that area of the coast, trying to make out the entire shape. /It's a.../
"Boat..." He stopped, starring at the wooden dingy, its triangular point leading towards the sky. The teenager looked around- how did it get there? What happened to the owner? The brunette sighed, pulling off his shoes, socks, and dark turtleneck, setting them neatly on the shore.
/I bet if it's not damaged, it could be useful.../ Trowa began to wade into the chilly waters, still being cautions for anything around him. When the water was several feet under him, he was about 5 feet away from the small boat, he looked around once more. /Here goes...!/ He took a deep breath, ducking under, and beginning to swim underwater.
The teenager made his way by the moonlight that penetrated the shallow ocean and in the general direction of the boat. It LOOKED like it was in good condition- but he had to make sure. Reaching out, he touched the wood- it felt strong and it seemed like it hadn't been underwater for long. Trowa's "test" was overall strength and how it could actually hold itself together. The teenager's hands went over the structure and he dove deeper to test the skeleton of the small fishing boat's stern.
/Seems good enough.../ A creek made him glance up at the top of the boat- maybe he shook it too hard? The boat was falling towards him- on top of him. The surprise made him emit the remaining air from his lungs and the boat encased him inside the hollowing and the soft sand of the ocean bottom.
/Shit!/ He cursed mentally, trying as hard as he could to push the ship up enough to swim out. But it was getting too much- he had almost no air left and his head was pounding in the lack of it. His fingers searched the rim of the overturned, sunken fishing boat, trying to get a grip on the edge to flip it but the water made it especially hard. The boat's weight kept sinking it into the soft sand. /I- I can't die like this...!/ He found the edge and was trying to pull it up. /I- I... it hurts.../ The blood rushing to his head was pounding and he opened his mouth in protest.
Trowa barely lifted the fishing boat enough for his slender figure to slide out but he couldn't take the chocking anymore. He was ready to take a deep breath of water when his green eyes widened.
Images- hundreds of thousands of images flooded his panicked and aching mind in those seconds before he reached the surface. All of one person: Quatre. A smiling face- a wave- the blond giggling- the blond cheering- the blond looking hurt- the blond with watery eyes- the blond crying...
A sharp intake of air hurt his throat as he struggled to keep from chocking out. The teenager had floated to the surface during the flashes of the Arabian and now Trowa was crying.
/I...I.../ He was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself and also stay above the water line. He took this a sign to get the fish and stay quiet- Quatre was sad enough as it was and he didn't want to talk about a near death experience. Even if it brought back memories. Even if it made him remember what he felt.
~*~*~
Quatre sat alone at the open hatch door of Sandrock's cockpit. His depression-like train of thoughts hadn't stopped and the castigation continued on his end. If it had been someone else, the Arabian would have been trying to help THEM through it- but there was no one else there for him while Trowa was roasting his catch.
A warm breeze swept over his bare shoulders in the hot dry air- he somewhat appreciated the hot California air and the large moon that hung overhead showering everything in blue. It was quiet except the sound of the waves and the blonde's steady breathing.
"Quatre." Trowa's voice called from the sands below him. Absently the teenager looked down, seeing that Trowa was starting to climb awkwardly up Heavyarms' leg with a long thin stick as a spear with four fish pocked through. When he finally reached Heavyarms' open cockpit hatch, he sat, handing the spear of food to the other male. "Sorry it took so long, Quatre."
The boy smiled weakly and looked down at the spear in his hands. "No- no, it's fine." He looked back at the brunette in front of him who was giving him a concerned look.
"I would caught more and all ready set them aside for later if you're still hungry." Trowa seemed to want to at least ease the blank look on Quatre's face. He reached out and pulled one of the warm roasted fish and began picking off the meat on his tuna. "I also found crab over where I was; as soon as I find something to boil water, I'll cook you some."
"You shouldn't worry about me..." Quatre spoke softly, twirling the spear in his fingers and watching the fish turn.
"Quatre- please don't be that way." The remark made the blond look up somewhat confused.
"Ne?"
"It's not like you." The brunettes' eyes starred intently.
"Not... like..." Was he imagining? "You- you're starting to remember things?" Trowa smiled lightly and went back to his fish, picking more meat off with his fingers and slipping them into his mouth.
"A little bit here and there..." He looked up at the sky and the rest of the night was silent.
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So yeah- Trowa almost drowning, Quatre going somewhat over the deep end- what will happen NEXT? [glances at her brother] Any ideas, aniki?
Cosmo Magician: Well the plot of the story is getting good... and more is yet to come.
Hana no Ceres: -_-. Wow- interesting commentary.
Cosmo Magician: Don't hate me for having a golden tongue [sticks tongue out and pets it lovingly]
Hana no Ceres: Jeeze... [sweatdrop] anyway- no updates till I get... oh- lets say 30? Yeah- 30!