Will You Let Me Be Your Hero, ch. 2
It wasn't a surprise when, six months later, Heero walked into Quatre's office. He sat down quietly and waited for Quatre to finish the report he was working on. His eyes wandered over the cool colors of the room and the tasteful pictures that were hanging on the wall. Finally Quatre finished his report and acknowledged Heero's presence.
"Hello Heero, I see that after half a year you've managed to find your way to my office." Quatre winced at the sharp tone he heard himself using and silently berated himself. Heero was a friend, even if he loved the same woman that Heero was dating.
"I've been busy," answered Heero shortly, but Quatre noticed that he shifted a bit nervously in his seat, something unusual for Heero Yuy. "I've come to ask a favor of you. I'd like you to be the best man at my wedding." Straight and to the point, as Heero always was.
Quatre's whole body jerked and coffee sloshed from the mug he had picked up all over his hand. Biting back a curse he picked up a tissue and, setting down the cup, began wiping the scalding liquid from his hand. His attention, however, was not on his fiery tinted hand. It was on what Heero had just asked of him. He had known Heero and Relena were dating. Had been extremely jealous of the man for the chance that Quatre never had. But he had never expected it to last. He had never thought they would marry. He had always held a glimmer of hope that someday, he would have a chance.
Unbidden, he spoke the words he truly didn't want to hear, "I'd be honored Heero." He felt his heart go plunging down to his toes at those words. It was just his nature, he could refuse nothing. With a grunt of approval, Heero stood.
"Thanks." He headed for the door but turned just before he completely left the room. "Quatre, I'm sorry." Then the door was closing behind him and he was gone.
Quatre's shoulders slumped and he laid his head on the desk. Life had the funniest ironies.
The days until the wedding flew by. It was broadcasted all over the news. Reporters were hungry for the story, "Vice Foreign Minister Dorlian to be married to Gundam pilot." It was the story of the century.
The alarm went off that morning and Quatre rolled out of bed, mindful of its other occupant. He hurried through a shower and took his pristine tuxedo from the bag the cleaners had placed it in. Smoothing down the lapels he gave himself a cursory glance in the mirror. His attire was sharp and he freshly groomed, but there were black bags under his eyes and a scowl to scare the worst criminals. Who was he trying to kid, this wasn't a joyful day, at least not for him. A pair of hands reached around his shoulders and straightened his bow tie.
"Just try to smile, I know it's hard. But life goes on," a soft feminine voice murmured behind him. He turned around and gave a sad smile to the short blonde. Her hair was mussed and her nightgown rumpled, but she still gave him a soft smile that lifted his spirits a little.
"Thanks for letting me stay the night Dorothy. You're the best friend I have right now. I appreciate your care and concern." He gave her a light kiss on the forehead, and grabbing his keys, made his way down to the parking lot of the lush apartment building.
Dorothy smiled at the closed door and then wiped away the moisture that was gathering in the corner of her eye. She and Quatre had their flings every once in awhile. They were just the comforts of two lonely people who had no one else in the world, but they were special all the same.
They might have tried to have a relationship, but both knew it wouldn't work. They just weren't meant for each other. They were not meant to be more than friends.
She had constant hope that one day, they both would find happiness. But it was for certain that it would never be with each other.
Quatre arrived at the wedding hall and hour before he was supposed to be there. His stomach was in a nervous jitter and he felt as if he would sick up before the day was over. Of course, that could have just been all the alcohol he had consumed the night before. After Dorothy had gone to bed, he had stayed up and contemplated life over a bottle of wine. Not the most intelligent thing to do, but at that point he didn't care. The woman he loved was getting married, to someone else. That's all that mattered.
He had caught a glimpse of her before he made his way to Heero's changing room. She had been stunning in a dress so white that it shone. There were no straps and tiny seed pearls decorated the bodice and hem. She looked every inch the princess that she was.
Heero stood by the door and fidgeted with his tie. He and Quatre were the only ones left in the room; the others had gone to sit with their girlfriends.
"Heero," Quatre began, and then stopped. Heero looked at him questioningly.
"What, Quatre," he asked, not harshly, but curious.
"Why?"
"Have you ever loved something so much, that the mere thought of it attracts you to what is like it? Has that thing you loved ever made you love what brought it? That's why Quatre. I love Relena because she brought me peace, and I love peace." Quatre frowned.
"But do you love her for other than the fact that she brought peace to the world?"
"I do now," answered Heero truthfully. "I didn't at first, but I do now."
"I see." Duo popped his head in the door and smiled at them.
"Well, Heero, it's time. We don't want to leave the lady waiting." He beckoned them to the door and Quatre blinked his burning eyes. He would not cry, no matter how hard his heart was breaking.
He didn't remember much else of the wedding. All it was to him was a whirl of colors and happy laughter. That night, as he lay in bed, he couldn't help but wonder, just what he had said as his speech at the reception. The thought of what he could have said frightened him.
"Oh Allah please let me not have said anything I will regret," he groaned. Dorothy's hair shone like silk on the pillow beside him. She was already fast asleep. Looking at her eased his thoughts though, had he said anything stupid, she would have made sure he would have known.
"Quatre, if you can make it through the night, you can make it through life." But his silent reassurance to himself didn't help.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters do not belong to me.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!
It wasn't a surprise when, six months later, Heero walked into Quatre's office. He sat down quietly and waited for Quatre to finish the report he was working on. His eyes wandered over the cool colors of the room and the tasteful pictures that were hanging on the wall. Finally Quatre finished his report and acknowledged Heero's presence.
"Hello Heero, I see that after half a year you've managed to find your way to my office." Quatre winced at the sharp tone he heard himself using and silently berated himself. Heero was a friend, even if he loved the same woman that Heero was dating.
"I've been busy," answered Heero shortly, but Quatre noticed that he shifted a bit nervously in his seat, something unusual for Heero Yuy. "I've come to ask a favor of you. I'd like you to be the best man at my wedding." Straight and to the point, as Heero always was.
Quatre's whole body jerked and coffee sloshed from the mug he had picked up all over his hand. Biting back a curse he picked up a tissue and, setting down the cup, began wiping the scalding liquid from his hand. His attention, however, was not on his fiery tinted hand. It was on what Heero had just asked of him. He had known Heero and Relena were dating. Had been extremely jealous of the man for the chance that Quatre never had. But he had never expected it to last. He had never thought they would marry. He had always held a glimmer of hope that someday, he would have a chance.
Unbidden, he spoke the words he truly didn't want to hear, "I'd be honored Heero." He felt his heart go plunging down to his toes at those words. It was just his nature, he could refuse nothing. With a grunt of approval, Heero stood.
"Thanks." He headed for the door but turned just before he completely left the room. "Quatre, I'm sorry." Then the door was closing behind him and he was gone.
Quatre's shoulders slumped and he laid his head on the desk. Life had the funniest ironies.
The days until the wedding flew by. It was broadcasted all over the news. Reporters were hungry for the story, "Vice Foreign Minister Dorlian to be married to Gundam pilot." It was the story of the century.
The alarm went off that morning and Quatre rolled out of bed, mindful of its other occupant. He hurried through a shower and took his pristine tuxedo from the bag the cleaners had placed it in. Smoothing down the lapels he gave himself a cursory glance in the mirror. His attire was sharp and he freshly groomed, but there were black bags under his eyes and a scowl to scare the worst criminals. Who was he trying to kid, this wasn't a joyful day, at least not for him. A pair of hands reached around his shoulders and straightened his bow tie.
"Just try to smile, I know it's hard. But life goes on," a soft feminine voice murmured behind him. He turned around and gave a sad smile to the short blonde. Her hair was mussed and her nightgown rumpled, but she still gave him a soft smile that lifted his spirits a little.
"Thanks for letting me stay the night Dorothy. You're the best friend I have right now. I appreciate your care and concern." He gave her a light kiss on the forehead, and grabbing his keys, made his way down to the parking lot of the lush apartment building.
Dorothy smiled at the closed door and then wiped away the moisture that was gathering in the corner of her eye. She and Quatre had their flings every once in awhile. They were just the comforts of two lonely people who had no one else in the world, but they were special all the same.
They might have tried to have a relationship, but both knew it wouldn't work. They just weren't meant for each other. They were not meant to be more than friends.
She had constant hope that one day, they both would find happiness. But it was for certain that it would never be with each other.
Quatre arrived at the wedding hall and hour before he was supposed to be there. His stomach was in a nervous jitter and he felt as if he would sick up before the day was over. Of course, that could have just been all the alcohol he had consumed the night before. After Dorothy had gone to bed, he had stayed up and contemplated life over a bottle of wine. Not the most intelligent thing to do, but at that point he didn't care. The woman he loved was getting married, to someone else. That's all that mattered.
He had caught a glimpse of her before he made his way to Heero's changing room. She had been stunning in a dress so white that it shone. There were no straps and tiny seed pearls decorated the bodice and hem. She looked every inch the princess that she was.
Heero stood by the door and fidgeted with his tie. He and Quatre were the only ones left in the room; the others had gone to sit with their girlfriends.
"Heero," Quatre began, and then stopped. Heero looked at him questioningly.
"What, Quatre," he asked, not harshly, but curious.
"Why?"
"Have you ever loved something so much, that the mere thought of it attracts you to what is like it? Has that thing you loved ever made you love what brought it? That's why Quatre. I love Relena because she brought me peace, and I love peace." Quatre frowned.
"But do you love her for other than the fact that she brought peace to the world?"
"I do now," answered Heero truthfully. "I didn't at first, but I do now."
"I see." Duo popped his head in the door and smiled at them.
"Well, Heero, it's time. We don't want to leave the lady waiting." He beckoned them to the door and Quatre blinked his burning eyes. He would not cry, no matter how hard his heart was breaking.
He didn't remember much else of the wedding. All it was to him was a whirl of colors and happy laughter. That night, as he lay in bed, he couldn't help but wonder, just what he had said as his speech at the reception. The thought of what he could have said frightened him.
"Oh Allah please let me not have said anything I will regret," he groaned. Dorothy's hair shone like silk on the pillow beside him. She was already fast asleep. Looking at her eased his thoughts though, had he said anything stupid, she would have made sure he would have known.
"Quatre, if you can make it through the night, you can make it through life." But his silent reassurance to himself didn't help.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters do not belong to me.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!