"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for all of this. You know it's all my fault." Kita said. He smiled. There was someting about that smile. "I know." He said
"That wasn't that hard was it?" She laughed, for the first time in a while. "That's not what I...Oh nevermind." She said softly. "How is it?" Kita asked.
"Not bad I guess." He said, still clasping his side. "You mean you haven't bandaged it yet?" She asked astonished. "Nah. I'm a pilot. I can live with a
scrape." "I guess, but that's not a scrape Trowa! Here, look, let me fix it." "Ok," he mumbled, "But it's no big deal." "It's the least I can do," she said.
"I'll be back." She leapt up off the couch, ran out the door, stopping to look and smile back. The smile wasn't exactly returned. Oh well, she thought to
herself, at least he cared enough to take a bullet for me back there...
She came back, empty handed. "Sorry, I couldn't find it. None of you want to be considered fruit cakes, do you?" He shook head. "Thought that counts."
he mumbled. How come he couldn't be honest with her? How come he couldn't tell her...How come he had to put up as show and pretend he didn't care
for her? Why, did he build a wall, an unshatterable wall? Why was he even thinking this, what the hell had possessed him? He snapped back into reality,
as he heard her call his name. God, he loved the way she said his name.
"You're lucky it just grazed you, that could have.." "I know." he took off his sweater to reveal the wound. "Wow. You must be made of steel, or
something." she smiled, looking up into his deep green eyes. "No, just my heart," he said. "What?" she asked. "OH, nothing," he said. He looked at the
ceiling. How cruel fate was. He would have preferred to get shot. "What are you doing?" he asked, eye brows raised, as she raised scissors to her
blouse. "Makeshift," she said, and smiled. There was something about that smile. "Lean over, don't move, or I'll strangle you," she said, as she bent
over to attach the makeshift bandage to his right shoulder and collar bone. "I thought you just told me not to move." That was the best he could come
up with. God, what was he? She laughed.
"We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me
Discovering you"
"Not bad for somebody who never talks, and who's every excuse is that he's a pilot." He frowned. "It's not
an excuse, Kit. That's how I live my life, by the rules." she smiled. "It's not easy to pilot one of those things, you know." "Actually, I don't, beacuse you
guys won't let me!" "Well good, you almost got yourself killed asking damn questions." That hurt her a little bit, but she was bright about it. "I'll be flying
higher someday. Waste your own time, Trowa, I dont care, anything you can do, I can do better." He smiled, and the smile slowly turned into a laugh.
He hadn't laughed in...she didn't remember. "Nice try." "I'm serious!" "I'd like to see you pilot that thing!" he said, forgetting his normal attitude, his
stereotype. "I pilot other things," she said, eyes not waivering from Trowa. "Like what? Prove it." he asked dreamily.
"One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue"
She winked. "Ok." she said as she traced the bandage on his neck. He shivered. "Oh, now," she asked, "May I have found the inpenetrable Trowa
Barton's weakness?" she said, looking up at him. She bent over him, and kissed him slightly, ever so softly. "Trowa Barton has no weakness." He said,
smiling down at her, with eager eyes. She laughed. "You know, for a pilot, you're a really bad liar."...
"And if you want love
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while"
"Hey, you know where the rest of the guys are?" she asked, as she flopped herself over the couch onto his lap. "Out," he said, mesmerized. "Well,"
she said, importantly, "That's good." He smiled, as she took off her socks. "What are you looking at?" she laughed.
"Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland"
"Umm..your socks..." she laughed, and kissed him. She stood up, and turned off the lights. "Wow, It's dark in space." she said, as she strew her clothes
on the floor. He laughed, "It's not so bad," he said, as she came to him, warm, silky body pressed against his own. "You know," she said, between kisses,
"It was a really bad idea to leave us here alone in the dark. I have no idea what they were thinking." she said, as she let her hair down. God, he loved
that girl, and all the pain in the world was worth it.
"Something 'bout the way your hair
falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling
towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it"
He brushed her hair away form her face, and it fell back down. He smiled. This was ridiculous, and wrong. Yet, it felt incredibly right. Like freedom for a
prisoner who hadn't seen the light for years. He had been a prisoner inside himself, and she had set him free. The walls around him began to shatter, as
if made of some sort of glass. Yes. That was right. Even the most untouchable people can fall. We are all as fragile as glass, when faced with some
things. And so it is our minds, our hearts, our souls are like glass. Shattered, like a window pane...shattered. We are glass. Our body is glass. So
delicate, so neatly woven and intertwined. Heated, and made.
"I was wondering," she began. "Why did you, you know." he raised himself, as in a pushup, and rested up on one of his elbows. "I owe you." why
couldn't he do it? Goddamnit! He'd give anything to admit that he loved her, and wanted her! If only. "Oh," she said, semi-dissapointed. "Were you
expecting something else?" He asked curiously. She ruffled a hand through his hair. "Sort of. But I guess this isn't a fairytale world, and I shouldn't
expect some prince to come along and fall in love with me..." she faded off. "If that's how you want it, I'll be anything you want me to be." he said,
emerald eyes gleaming and seeming oh so sincere.
"You want love?
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland"
He traced her body with the free hand.
"Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes"
He kissed her eyelids. "You're beautiful..." he trailed off. He couldn't stand this. This was way off protocol. But, he loved her. F*ck protocol right now, he
thought. She smiled. Even in the dark he could make out her features. "Only because I'm looking at you..." she said, pulling up the sheet.
(A.N: The couch was a pullout couch, so people could sleep on it)
"Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Your body Is a wonderland"
"Hey dudes, we're ho-What the hell?!?!?" Came Duo's voice from the door. Some items scattered on the floor. "Oops!" Kita laughed, pulling up the cover
even further. "Hey, dude, ever heard of knocking?" "Hey, dude," Duo's voice came back. "Ever heard of getting a room?" She laughed. In the last week
or so, Duo and her had become great friends. Their personalities were extremely similar, and they both loved humour. "Cat, get some clothes on, I gotta
get out there and put out a stop sign before Wufei comes in." "Ok," she laughed. "Before Wufei comes in what?" he asked as he walked through the
door. "This day just gets better and better!" he grumbled, Quatre following closely behind him. "AAAH! Quatre!" Duo yelled playfully, "Shield your virgin
eyes!" as he jumped, and tackled him to the floor. Kita laughed. "You know, this is absolutely ridiculous." "Maybe for you, but what about us. Come on,
get up before Hero goes all "Omae o korosu" on you."
"Ok, close your eyes, and let me get my clothes." she laughed. Apart from being sweet, the other pilots thought she had a great body (thanks to those
nice, tight fitting, low/high cut things). Duo grinned. "Ok, I'm giving you 10 seconds. Ten...Nine..." She grabbed her clothes, and started frantically
putting them on. She had her bra and skirt on before Duo reached one. "Well, night all. I'm heading in early." she said, rubbing her eyes. She cheerily
waved back, and went through the door.
"You know," said Duo, laughing at Trowa's incredibly red face. "I don't get it. I don't know how you do it, dude, but whatever it is, teach me." He just
looked at him blankly. What was he supposed to tell him, anyways. Duo was the player, and that was obvious. But, Duo wanted her, because he always
wanted what he couldn't have, despite the fact that she had a great personailty. "Dude, are you still alive?" Trowa nodded. How was he supposed to
tell Duo that he didn't even know how he did it, and even why. God she was beautiful, but there was something else, something more. But even in
thinking such, he realised it was a mistake. A huge huge mistake. She didn't realise it, not yet, but he did. She'd be used against him, he was sure of it.
They wanted her anyways. That's why she was here in the first place. Not to fall in love with a worthless pilot.
The glass shattered, again, but this time for a different reason. Our hearts are like glass, and like glass, we shall crumble and fall before those who
destroy us. There is no picking up and putting the pieces together. Once you've fallen, it was a one way trip. Or, are some things meant to be shattered?
We are...
We will be...
Shattered.
"Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Your body Is a wonderland"
"That wasn't that hard was it?" She laughed, for the first time in a while. "That's not what I...Oh nevermind." She said softly. "How is it?" Kita asked.
"Not bad I guess." He said, still clasping his side. "You mean you haven't bandaged it yet?" She asked astonished. "Nah. I'm a pilot. I can live with a
scrape." "I guess, but that's not a scrape Trowa! Here, look, let me fix it." "Ok," he mumbled, "But it's no big deal." "It's the least I can do," she said.
"I'll be back." She leapt up off the couch, ran out the door, stopping to look and smile back. The smile wasn't exactly returned. Oh well, she thought to
herself, at least he cared enough to take a bullet for me back there...
She came back, empty handed. "Sorry, I couldn't find it. None of you want to be considered fruit cakes, do you?" He shook head. "Thought that counts."
he mumbled. How come he couldn't be honest with her? How come he couldn't tell her...How come he had to put up as show and pretend he didn't care
for her? Why, did he build a wall, an unshatterable wall? Why was he even thinking this, what the hell had possessed him? He snapped back into reality,
as he heard her call his name. God, he loved the way she said his name.
"You're lucky it just grazed you, that could have.." "I know." he took off his sweater to reveal the wound. "Wow. You must be made of steel, or
something." she smiled, looking up into his deep green eyes. "No, just my heart," he said. "What?" she asked. "OH, nothing," he said. He looked at the
ceiling. How cruel fate was. He would have preferred to get shot. "What are you doing?" he asked, eye brows raised, as she raised scissors to her
blouse. "Makeshift," she said, and smiled. There was something about that smile. "Lean over, don't move, or I'll strangle you," she said, as she bent
over to attach the makeshift bandage to his right shoulder and collar bone. "I thought you just told me not to move." That was the best he could come
up with. God, what was he? She laughed.
"We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me
Discovering you"
"Not bad for somebody who never talks, and who's every excuse is that he's a pilot." He frowned. "It's not
an excuse, Kit. That's how I live my life, by the rules." she smiled. "It's not easy to pilot one of those things, you know." "Actually, I don't, beacuse you
guys won't let me!" "Well good, you almost got yourself killed asking damn questions." That hurt her a little bit, but she was bright about it. "I'll be flying
higher someday. Waste your own time, Trowa, I dont care, anything you can do, I can do better." He smiled, and the smile slowly turned into a laugh.
He hadn't laughed in...she didn't remember. "Nice try." "I'm serious!" "I'd like to see you pilot that thing!" he said, forgetting his normal attitude, his
stereotype. "I pilot other things," she said, eyes not waivering from Trowa. "Like what? Prove it." he asked dreamily.
"One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue"
She winked. "Ok." she said as she traced the bandage on his neck. He shivered. "Oh, now," she asked, "May I have found the inpenetrable Trowa
Barton's weakness?" she said, looking up at him. She bent over him, and kissed him slightly, ever so softly. "Trowa Barton has no weakness." He said,
smiling down at her, with eager eyes. She laughed. "You know, for a pilot, you're a really bad liar."...
"And if you want love
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while"
"Hey, you know where the rest of the guys are?" she asked, as she flopped herself over the couch onto his lap. "Out," he said, mesmerized. "Well,"
she said, importantly, "That's good." He smiled, as she took off her socks. "What are you looking at?" she laughed.
"Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland"
"Umm..your socks..." she laughed, and kissed him. She stood up, and turned off the lights. "Wow, It's dark in space." she said, as she strew her clothes
on the floor. He laughed, "It's not so bad," he said, as she came to him, warm, silky body pressed against his own. "You know," she said, between kisses,
"It was a really bad idea to leave us here alone in the dark. I have no idea what they were thinking." she said, as she let her hair down. God, he loved
that girl, and all the pain in the world was worth it.
"Something 'bout the way your hair
falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling
towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it"
He brushed her hair away form her face, and it fell back down. He smiled. This was ridiculous, and wrong. Yet, it felt incredibly right. Like freedom for a
prisoner who hadn't seen the light for years. He had been a prisoner inside himself, and she had set him free. The walls around him began to shatter, as
if made of some sort of glass. Yes. That was right. Even the most untouchable people can fall. We are all as fragile as glass, when faced with some
things. And so it is our minds, our hearts, our souls are like glass. Shattered, like a window pane...shattered. We are glass. Our body is glass. So
delicate, so neatly woven and intertwined. Heated, and made.
"I was wondering," she began. "Why did you, you know." he raised himself, as in a pushup, and rested up on one of his elbows. "I owe you." why
couldn't he do it? Goddamnit! He'd give anything to admit that he loved her, and wanted her! If only. "Oh," she said, semi-dissapointed. "Were you
expecting something else?" He asked curiously. She ruffled a hand through his hair. "Sort of. But I guess this isn't a fairytale world, and I shouldn't
expect some prince to come along and fall in love with me..." she faded off. "If that's how you want it, I'll be anything you want me to be." he said,
emerald eyes gleaming and seeming oh so sincere.
"You want love?
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland"
He traced her body with the free hand.
"Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes"
He kissed her eyelids. "You're beautiful..." he trailed off. He couldn't stand this. This was way off protocol. But, he loved her. F*ck protocol right now, he
thought. She smiled. Even in the dark he could make out her features. "Only because I'm looking at you..." she said, pulling up the sheet.
(A.N: The couch was a pullout couch, so people could sleep on it)
"Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Your body Is a wonderland"
"Hey dudes, we're ho-What the hell?!?!?" Came Duo's voice from the door. Some items scattered on the floor. "Oops!" Kita laughed, pulling up the cover
even further. "Hey, dude, ever heard of knocking?" "Hey, dude," Duo's voice came back. "Ever heard of getting a room?" She laughed. In the last week
or so, Duo and her had become great friends. Their personalities were extremely similar, and they both loved humour. "Cat, get some clothes on, I gotta
get out there and put out a stop sign before Wufei comes in." "Ok," she laughed. "Before Wufei comes in what?" he asked as he walked through the
door. "This day just gets better and better!" he grumbled, Quatre following closely behind him. "AAAH! Quatre!" Duo yelled playfully, "Shield your virgin
eyes!" as he jumped, and tackled him to the floor. Kita laughed. "You know, this is absolutely ridiculous." "Maybe for you, but what about us. Come on,
get up before Hero goes all "Omae o korosu" on you."
"Ok, close your eyes, and let me get my clothes." she laughed. Apart from being sweet, the other pilots thought she had a great body (thanks to those
nice, tight fitting, low/high cut things). Duo grinned. "Ok, I'm giving you 10 seconds. Ten...Nine..." She grabbed her clothes, and started frantically
putting them on. She had her bra and skirt on before Duo reached one. "Well, night all. I'm heading in early." she said, rubbing her eyes. She cheerily
waved back, and went through the door.
"You know," said Duo, laughing at Trowa's incredibly red face. "I don't get it. I don't know how you do it, dude, but whatever it is, teach me." He just
looked at him blankly. What was he supposed to tell him, anyways. Duo was the player, and that was obvious. But, Duo wanted her, because he always
wanted what he couldn't have, despite the fact that she had a great personailty. "Dude, are you still alive?" Trowa nodded. How was he supposed to
tell Duo that he didn't even know how he did it, and even why. God she was beautiful, but there was something else, something more. But even in
thinking such, he realised it was a mistake. A huge huge mistake. She didn't realise it, not yet, but he did. She'd be used against him, he was sure of it.
They wanted her anyways. That's why she was here in the first place. Not to fall in love with a worthless pilot.
The glass shattered, again, but this time for a different reason. Our hearts are like glass, and like glass, we shall crumble and fall before those who
destroy us. There is no picking up and putting the pieces together. Once you've fallen, it was a one way trip. Or, are some things meant to be shattered?
We are...
We will be...
Shattered.
"Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Your body Is a wonderland"