[looks around] Okay- I think you guys are gonna be mad at me now... [hides
her head] This is the last chapter of "Tell Me This..."! I know- it came
subtly, out of the blue- caught even ME off guard... but I had to sit down
and think about it. Yeah- I sat in front of my dear Takuma ((my laptop
^_~.)) for about 30 minutes with the Microsoft Word program open and
starring at a blank screen. I have to do it. There's nothing more I can
possibly do without wearing out the story's welcome and making it boring.
So... I'm sorry to say, but the train stops here folks. [sigh] Anyway-
replies...:
WKD_WITCH: I was sorta surprised people would worry that I might kill Trowa off! I wouldn't kill Trowa off! He's one of the main characters! And he's a bishie! Why would I WANT to kill a bishie? That's just nuts!
JENIHENPEN: [sigh] yeah- sorry to bum you out about the drowning deal- and yeah- about it ending and... stuff.
GENERAL: Um... possibly- later on down the road when I'm not so plagued by school and other fics, I'll probably put up an epilogue... Because I really had no idea where in the series this fic is taking place, that MAY be a little hard- but knowing me, I'll pull something out of my @$$ that works ^_~. Anyway- hope you liked "Tell Me This..."- and thank you ryoubakurafan013 for the suggestion to write this! [huggles] your suggestions mean a lot to me and I'm happy that you were happy with it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing [sniff] nor the bishies mentioned in this fic... Heero, Duo, Trowa, and the beautiful and huggable... QUATRE!
PLEASE NOTE: There's some 2x1 hinting- as well as Relena-bashing towards the end... not much- but it's there!
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/.../: Thoughts
Tell Me This: That Voice in My Head
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Quatre awoke to the sound of a howling wind near his ear.
/Hmph...?/ The teenager rolled over and yawned lightly, rubbing his eyes. /Trowa?/ The name immediately came to mind when he realized the missing person besides him. But that was pushed to the back of his mind as he tried to shield his eyes from the sharp sand that flew around him.
/What the...?/ With courage, he slowly opened his light eyes to see. There was Sandrock- hovering 10 feet over the beach. /Oh my-/ The Gundam turned its head in the blonde's direction. /Sand... Sandrock./ The teenager starred in a mixture of shock and awe as the mecha slowly touched down on the sand, wind subsiding.
"Trowa!" Quatre called, standing and instantly breaking into a run towards the machine's base. His words were instantly rewarded when a slender teenager slipped out of the Gundam's cockpit and looked down at him.
"Ohayo." The brunette spoke simply.
"Trowa- you- you've remembered everything now?" A small smile greeted the short young man. "I'm so happy!" /He's finally back..!/
"You should be. I've contacted Duo and he'll be here within 20 minutes." His voice seemed more sullen and Quatre wasn't the type to let it go unnoticed.
/Trowa- the one I love... he's...he's finally back./ The blond starred down at his feet instinctually. /I've missed him so much.../ The mental conversation was a vain attempt to sound appreciative. Quatre glanced back at the busy young man tuning Sandrock's controls, unsure of what to say. "Trowa- I'm- I'm going to get our stuff, alright?" The brunette nodded in half- attention as he continued working.
/Trowa is back.../ Quatre's brows contorted as he knelt by what had been their campsite and began pulling on his purple vest. /The old Trowa is back./ His hands easily folded the other man's turtleneck and rest it in his lap. /Yeah... the old Trowa./ His eyes rest on the thin wooden spears that had served their meals over the few days. /The one that used to hide himself./ The words instantly flashed through the blonde's mind as his fingers nimbly took hold of one of the charred spears and twirled it in his fingers. He absently brought the tip to his lips and tapped it against them.
/I have to be happy, though./ Quatre tried his best to smile to himself. /He's what I wanted, right?/ The young man gathered their things and stood, shaking them from sand. /For the one that never spoke, was solemn... and serious/ He began his way slowly back to the paired Gundams that stood outlined in the warm sun as he starred down at the items that he held in his arms.
He glanced up at the slender figure. /Who are you trying to kid, Quatre? This is going to be harder for you now... especially after.../ The blond leaned against Heavyarms' left foot, an air of reminiscence around him. The easy going conversations- the feel of the brunette's warmth as they lay spooned together at night- the kiss. It surprised him how much three days had changed his perception over the one he loved.
The Trowa he had seen in the few days they'd known each other wasn't afraid of what came to mind or of what Quatre would think about his actions. He was open and wasn't trying to hide... /But that man is gone./ The blond spoke to himself harshly as he looked up at the serious and sullen face of the brunette. /So stop trying to hurt yourself./
Quatre didn't know how long he had "spaced out"- but it must have been for a long time because he soon heard the sound of a megaphone and an easy going American speaking to him.
"Quatre, don't look so down, man! The Shinigami is feelin' pretty generous and wants to give you and Trowa a hand!" The blond smiled towards the sea as he watched a large ship outline itself in the distance.
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"I'm surprised you were able to repair Sandrock enough to at least get him hovering a bit." Duo spoke seriously to Trowa on the deck, and their words floated lazily in the Arabian's direction. The warm night had finally fallen after loading both Gundams onto the large ship Duo had managed to "snatch."
"Quatre did the most work. He almost had the communication system working." The said young man was bent over, crossed arms resting on the metal rail overlooking the ocean water, blond hair waved carelessly over his eyes.
"Either way, I've gotta hand it to ya. If you had a temporary amnesia, Quatre managed to take care of everything pretty damn good." The Arabian had his back turned to the two and didn't notice the pairs of eyes staring at him- nor the nod from the brunette.
"Where's Heero?"
"Ah- that man. I swear- he makes everything so damn difficult. Why he can't kill that woman all ready is beyond me..."
"Hmph."
"Well- I'm gonna go and see if I can contact him right now. I'll be damned if that woman gets to him before I do." And the American's steps started- then faded away to the blonde's ears.
"Quatre?" A soft voice spoke behind him on the empty deck.
"Hmph...?"
"Maybe you should get some rest for tonight. You've had a long day." The voice seemed to be full of concern than in parenting orders.
"I know." He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you, Quatre." The Arabian turned in his spot, somewhat confused. "For taking care of me. It must have been hard for you if I couldn't remember." The blond bit his bottom and nodded.
"I tried." A curious question seemed to emerge at that moment, and before he could stop himself, Quatre opened his mouth to speak. "Do you remember any of what happened these last few days?" Trowa's face was thoughtful for a moment.
"A small amount. It gives me a headache to think too hard about it..."
"Oh... then you might remember..."
"Remember what?" The brunette tilted his head questioningly. There was a slight pause as he felt tender hands on his cheeks, watched the Arabian go on tip toe before their lips connected gently. The moment was gentle and it sent shivers through Quatre- but when he pulled away, he knew the weight of what he'd done.
The two were silent as they gazed into their eyes seriously before the blond spoke aloud. "That voice in my head has wanted to do that for a long time."
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Hope you enjoyed it- constructive criticism always is appreciated! ((and thank you so much Ryoubakurafan013- this story was for you ^_^.))
WKD_WITCH: I was sorta surprised people would worry that I might kill Trowa off! I wouldn't kill Trowa off! He's one of the main characters! And he's a bishie! Why would I WANT to kill a bishie? That's just nuts!
JENIHENPEN: [sigh] yeah- sorry to bum you out about the drowning deal- and yeah- about it ending and... stuff.
GENERAL: Um... possibly- later on down the road when I'm not so plagued by school and other fics, I'll probably put up an epilogue... Because I really had no idea where in the series this fic is taking place, that MAY be a little hard- but knowing me, I'll pull something out of my @$$ that works ^_~. Anyway- hope you liked "Tell Me This..."- and thank you ryoubakurafan013 for the suggestion to write this! [huggles] your suggestions mean a lot to me and I'm happy that you were happy with it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing [sniff] nor the bishies mentioned in this fic... Heero, Duo, Trowa, and the beautiful and huggable... QUATRE!
PLEASE NOTE: There's some 2x1 hinting- as well as Relena-bashing towards the end... not much- but it's there!
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/.../: Thoughts
Tell Me This: That Voice in My Head
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Quatre awoke to the sound of a howling wind near his ear.
/Hmph...?/ The teenager rolled over and yawned lightly, rubbing his eyes. /Trowa?/ The name immediately came to mind when he realized the missing person besides him. But that was pushed to the back of his mind as he tried to shield his eyes from the sharp sand that flew around him.
/What the...?/ With courage, he slowly opened his light eyes to see. There was Sandrock- hovering 10 feet over the beach. /Oh my-/ The Gundam turned its head in the blonde's direction. /Sand... Sandrock./ The teenager starred in a mixture of shock and awe as the mecha slowly touched down on the sand, wind subsiding.
"Trowa!" Quatre called, standing and instantly breaking into a run towards the machine's base. His words were instantly rewarded when a slender teenager slipped out of the Gundam's cockpit and looked down at him.
"Ohayo." The brunette spoke simply.
"Trowa- you- you've remembered everything now?" A small smile greeted the short young man. "I'm so happy!" /He's finally back..!/
"You should be. I've contacted Duo and he'll be here within 20 minutes." His voice seemed more sullen and Quatre wasn't the type to let it go unnoticed.
/Trowa- the one I love... he's...he's finally back./ The blond starred down at his feet instinctually. /I've missed him so much.../ The mental conversation was a vain attempt to sound appreciative. Quatre glanced back at the busy young man tuning Sandrock's controls, unsure of what to say. "Trowa- I'm- I'm going to get our stuff, alright?" The brunette nodded in half- attention as he continued working.
/Trowa is back.../ Quatre's brows contorted as he knelt by what had been their campsite and began pulling on his purple vest. /The old Trowa is back./ His hands easily folded the other man's turtleneck and rest it in his lap. /Yeah... the old Trowa./ His eyes rest on the thin wooden spears that had served their meals over the few days. /The one that used to hide himself./ The words instantly flashed through the blonde's mind as his fingers nimbly took hold of one of the charred spears and twirled it in his fingers. He absently brought the tip to his lips and tapped it against them.
/I have to be happy, though./ Quatre tried his best to smile to himself. /He's what I wanted, right?/ The young man gathered their things and stood, shaking them from sand. /For the one that never spoke, was solemn... and serious/ He began his way slowly back to the paired Gundams that stood outlined in the warm sun as he starred down at the items that he held in his arms.
He glanced up at the slender figure. /Who are you trying to kid, Quatre? This is going to be harder for you now... especially after.../ The blond leaned against Heavyarms' left foot, an air of reminiscence around him. The easy going conversations- the feel of the brunette's warmth as they lay spooned together at night- the kiss. It surprised him how much three days had changed his perception over the one he loved.
The Trowa he had seen in the few days they'd known each other wasn't afraid of what came to mind or of what Quatre would think about his actions. He was open and wasn't trying to hide... /But that man is gone./ The blond spoke to himself harshly as he looked up at the serious and sullen face of the brunette. /So stop trying to hurt yourself./
Quatre didn't know how long he had "spaced out"- but it must have been for a long time because he soon heard the sound of a megaphone and an easy going American speaking to him.
"Quatre, don't look so down, man! The Shinigami is feelin' pretty generous and wants to give you and Trowa a hand!" The blond smiled towards the sea as he watched a large ship outline itself in the distance.
~*~*~
"I'm surprised you were able to repair Sandrock enough to at least get him hovering a bit." Duo spoke seriously to Trowa on the deck, and their words floated lazily in the Arabian's direction. The warm night had finally fallen after loading both Gundams onto the large ship Duo had managed to "snatch."
"Quatre did the most work. He almost had the communication system working." The said young man was bent over, crossed arms resting on the metal rail overlooking the ocean water, blond hair waved carelessly over his eyes.
"Either way, I've gotta hand it to ya. If you had a temporary amnesia, Quatre managed to take care of everything pretty damn good." The Arabian had his back turned to the two and didn't notice the pairs of eyes staring at him- nor the nod from the brunette.
"Where's Heero?"
"Ah- that man. I swear- he makes everything so damn difficult. Why he can't kill that woman all ready is beyond me..."
"Hmph."
"Well- I'm gonna go and see if I can contact him right now. I'll be damned if that woman gets to him before I do." And the American's steps started- then faded away to the blonde's ears.
"Quatre?" A soft voice spoke behind him on the empty deck.
"Hmph...?"
"Maybe you should get some rest for tonight. You've had a long day." The voice seemed to be full of concern than in parenting orders.
"I know." He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you, Quatre." The Arabian turned in his spot, somewhat confused. "For taking care of me. It must have been hard for you if I couldn't remember." The blond bit his bottom and nodded.
"I tried." A curious question seemed to emerge at that moment, and before he could stop himself, Quatre opened his mouth to speak. "Do you remember any of what happened these last few days?" Trowa's face was thoughtful for a moment.
"A small amount. It gives me a headache to think too hard about it..."
"Oh... then you might remember..."
"Remember what?" The brunette tilted his head questioningly. There was a slight pause as he felt tender hands on his cheeks, watched the Arabian go on tip toe before their lips connected gently. The moment was gentle and it sent shivers through Quatre- but when he pulled away, he knew the weight of what he'd done.
The two were silent as they gazed into their eyes seriously before the blond spoke aloud. "That voice in my head has wanted to do that for a long time."
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Hope you enjoyed it- constructive criticism always is appreciated! ((and thank you so much Ryoubakurafan013- this story was for you ^_^.))