Well, we're up to the last chapter of what I'd written about..hmm.I'd say
three years ago, lol. I'll work on this fic again soon, in between my
classes and exams, and what not.
I'd like to dedicate this chapter to all of you who have reviewed my fic,
and said such nice things! Thanks again minna! --Kriss
Quatre Winner thrust clothes, guns, ammo, and a rather large first aide kit into the bag. He hoped the scientist's were wrong, and there was some other reason Heero hadn't reported in. The rule was, if you didn't report in within 48 hours after a mission, the red flags went up. Quatre sighed in apprehension for the thousandth time that day. He heard the almost silent footsteps of a certain circus performer behind him. Trowa's warm, strong arms wrapped tightly about him. Quatre froze when he felt Trowa's body shiver, and shudder against his. A warm wetness soaked through the thin fabric of his standard button down shirt. He turned in his love's warm embrace, holding the silently crying clown.
"Trowa.", he whispered, "Trowa look at me." The European raised his head from his smaller lover's shoulder, almost too ashamed to look him in the eyes. Trowa's coolly emerald eyes were red, and slightly puffy from crying. He had wandered around aimlessly after his fight with his boyfriend, feeling ashamed that he would betray one of his best friends, and frightened that he had admitted to being able to kill him if the circumstance arose. He had vainly tried to tell himself that he would never do such a thing, but he knew in his heart of hearts he could and would. He hated himself for that.
"Quatre, don't.I can't." Trowa had trailed off crying.
"Trowa, I love you. You know that. Nothing in the whole world could change my love for you. It frightens me so much, when I see what has become of the five of us. All for the sake of what? A war? Hmm. I know you have been through so much. It pains me when I see what the monsters that raised you did to you, but I know that you are a gentle person. You are brave, and tender, and loving.as well as being a true friend. Your heart is capable of so much love. I am honored you chose to save me a place in your heart. You are such a beautiful person Trowa!" Quatre stopped stroking Trowa's hair and pulled him up for a kiss. Trowa returned the kiss in earnest, his heart nearly breaking with all the love he held for the Arabian.
"Quatre, I love you so much. I don't want to hurt Heero, but the scientists." Quatre placed a finger over his lips.
"Shh.I've already taken care of that. I emailed them."
"WHAT? Quatre, are you crazy?"
"I told them that we are going to rescue 01, and assess the damage done to him, and verify whether or not there has been an information leak." Trowa reached up and gripped Quatre's hand in his. "Trowa, you and I both know he would die before telling OZ anything. He's self destructed for similar reasons before." Trowa nodded, his eyes still red from weeping.
"Quatre.." He whispered, drawing his shorter lover close. He wrapped his free arm around Quatre's waist, crushing Quatre's still captive hand to his lips.
Neither heard the soft footsteps of a certain Chinese pilot walking away from their door. Wufei knew who would be the most likely be headed off to rescue Heero already. Wufei spun towards the hangar, arriving just as Duo was prepping Deathscythe.
Quatre Winner thrust clothes, guns, ammo, and a rather large first aide kit into the bag. He hoped the scientist's were wrong, and there was some other reason Heero hadn't reported in. The rule was, if you didn't report in within 48 hours after a mission, the red flags went up. Quatre sighed in apprehension for the thousandth time that day. He heard the almost silent footsteps of a certain circus performer behind him. Trowa's warm, strong arms wrapped tightly about him. Quatre froze when he felt Trowa's body shiver, and shudder against his. A warm wetness soaked through the thin fabric of his standard button down shirt. He turned in his love's warm embrace, holding the silently crying clown.
"Trowa.", he whispered, "Trowa look at me." The European raised his head from his smaller lover's shoulder, almost too ashamed to look him in the eyes. Trowa's coolly emerald eyes were red, and slightly puffy from crying. He had wandered around aimlessly after his fight with his boyfriend, feeling ashamed that he would betray one of his best friends, and frightened that he had admitted to being able to kill him if the circumstance arose. He had vainly tried to tell himself that he would never do such a thing, but he knew in his heart of hearts he could and would. He hated himself for that.
"Quatre, don't.I can't." Trowa had trailed off crying.
"Trowa, I love you. You know that. Nothing in the whole world could change my love for you. It frightens me so much, when I see what has become of the five of us. All for the sake of what? A war? Hmm. I know you have been through so much. It pains me when I see what the monsters that raised you did to you, but I know that you are a gentle person. You are brave, and tender, and loving.as well as being a true friend. Your heart is capable of so much love. I am honored you chose to save me a place in your heart. You are such a beautiful person Trowa!" Quatre stopped stroking Trowa's hair and pulled him up for a kiss. Trowa returned the kiss in earnest, his heart nearly breaking with all the love he held for the Arabian.
"Quatre, I love you so much. I don't want to hurt Heero, but the scientists." Quatre placed a finger over his lips.
"Shh.I've already taken care of that. I emailed them."
"WHAT? Quatre, are you crazy?"
"I told them that we are going to rescue 01, and assess the damage done to him, and verify whether or not there has been an information leak." Trowa reached up and gripped Quatre's hand in his. "Trowa, you and I both know he would die before telling OZ anything. He's self destructed for similar reasons before." Trowa nodded, his eyes still red from weeping.
"Quatre.." He whispered, drawing his shorter lover close. He wrapped his free arm around Quatre's waist, crushing Quatre's still captive hand to his lips.
Neither heard the soft footsteps of a certain Chinese pilot walking away from their door. Wufei knew who would be the most likely be headed off to rescue Heero already. Wufei spun towards the hangar, arriving just as Duo was prepping Deathscythe.