Tell Me You Love Me (UTB- Violet Tears)
UTB means Used To Be. Lol. Well, this is a really good chappie, at least I think so. I wrote it up while at school. Hehe, what do I do all day at school when I'm supposed to be studying? Yep! That's right! I write GW yaoi, lol. XD SOOO I'm a nut..what?! Stop looking at me like that! I'm getting really good grades! *nodnod* lol j/k. Hehe, gotta love my nutty little A/N's, ne minna? XD Yey. This chapter contains Quatre-angst. And lots of fluff! Or...at least I think it will...x.x........;;;;...hehe! Lol ok enough of my mindless chatter, on with the fic!
Quatre: Why do people like to see me in angsty fics?
Me: 'Cause we all love you to death *glomp*
Duo: HEY!
Me: What? I love you too Duo! *glomp*
Quatre: WAIT. Wasn't there something else you wanted to tell them? *to author*
Me: What? *think* oh yeah...Beware, EXTREME FLUFF! The kind of fluff where you can't stop smiling and whenever you read it, shivers go down your back.
Quatre: ^_^ Now you can start
Me: VERY HEAVY FLUFF WARNING...
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Trowa sat at the table quietly, pushing his food around the porcelian plate listlessly with his fork. Anyone who would have entered the room at this given moment would have seen a very nervous Quatre (A/N: *man screams bloodily outside, then quiet and helicopter sounds follow...shifts uncomfortably away from window*) bustling about the kitchen, every once-in- a-while stealing a glance at Trowa. Heavyarms' pilot noticed 04's continual glances, yet he didn't, or, rather, couldn't, say anything. He knew very well he should have parted his pastel lips to speak as he raised his ever- emerald eye to watch the uneasy Arabian boy. "Are...you okay, Quatre?" He asked quietly. Already he felt as if he were speaking too much. Damnit. He now officially thought of speaking as cruel and unusual punishment. Unless, that is, he was talking to Quatre. *That* was a whole nother story.
Quatre froze at being adressed, and quickly put a smile on his face. "I'm fine," said Sandrock's pilot, "Want anything to drink? Maybe some water? Tea?" Trowa shook his head.
"You seem distressed. What's wrong?" he watched Quatre out of the corner of his eye.
"Really, Trowa, nothing's wrong. Don't worry about me. Do you like your dinner? Maybe I should go find WuFei and see if Heero's coming down...check on Duo..." muttered the platunum blonde angel. He kept his eyes on his feet as he turned, thus facing Trowa. `Keep ahold of yourself, Quat, he doesn't feel that way and he won't.' A sigh reached his ears. Quatre looked up. Trowa was walking towards him to put his plate in the sink. Odd. Trowa hadn't really eaten anything; nor had WuFei returned with Heero and possibly Duo. "Is something wrong, Trowa?"
A small smile twitched at the corners Trowa's lips. He shook his head. Quatre nodded.
"Okay. See ya." He began to tend to Trowa's dishes as the other boy stood in the thresh-hold, stoic once more.
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Many thoughts were going trough Trowa's mind, but his eyes were fixed on Quatre. `He's so kind and loving. What's bothering him so? Whatever it is, I hope it hasn't anything to do with me. Maybe he's just got a lot on his mind?' Trowa shrugged and let the door close behind him as he headed for his room. `Perhaps one day I can tell him how I feel.' He paused. `One day.'
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"Nice going, Quatre," murmured the pilot of Sandrock, carefully scrubbing Trowa's plate. `Now he probably thinks I hate him...'
"Hey Q-man! I'm baaack!" exclaimed a voice. Quatre looked up into a pair of amethyst eyes. "Didja miss me?"
A smile broke out onto Quatre's face. "I'm glad you're better, Duo. How do you feel? Good?"
"Yep! So whatcha cookin'? Any--" Duo was cut off by a hug from Quatre. A tight hug. `Aww! I can't ever stay mad at this guy!' He chuckled. "Not so tight, buddy! I needta be able to breathe!"
Quatre pulled back and smiled at Duo. "Sorry," apologized the blonde.
Heero smirked and walked up behind Duo without the braided American seeing. Quatre caught the Japanese boy's eye but held his tongue. Slowly, Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's waist from behind, pressing his lips against 02's neck. Almost instantly, Quatre saw his friend melt back into Heero's embrace. His heart fell. Oh, how he wanted to be swept into Trowa's arms and be held gently while hands carressed his skin and lips tenderly brushed against his own, pressing himself against his love's body and being pulled close... No. He knew his aspirations could never come true. Trowa would never love him. He forced a yawn.
"I'm gonna go get some sleep, I guess I've been staying up too late. There's some pasta in the fridge if you want any." Without even making eye contact with Heero or Duo, he turned around to go upstairs. On his way to his room, he passed by Trowa's half-open door. He smiled softly at the supposedly Latin boy then walked away as he felt tears building in his eyes.
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Exhausted, he fell backwards onto his bed and turned, burying his face in his pillow. `He'll never love me. I'm just not deservant. How could I ever think Trowa could love me? He's so beautiful and mysterious...' Quatre cried into his pillow, clutching it tightly. All he ever wanted in life was to find someone to love and to love him. Just one person who would cheer him up when he was sad, to hold him tight in strong arms. The door creaked slightly. Trowa stood in the doorway.
Quietly, Trowa entered the room and sat down beside Quatre, face expressionless but eyes filled with concern. "Quatre." said pilot 03 in an undertone. The young boy he spoke to continued shedding tears onto the silken fabric of his pillow. "Quatre." repeated Trowa, carefully placing one hand on Quatre's shoulder. `He's an angel. A real-life angel. He shouldn't be crying.' thought Trowa as he unconciously pulled Quatre into his arms. The Arabian froze, tears streaming down his face.
"T-Trowa?"
The addressed brunette nodded. "I'm here. What's the matter? Why are you crying?"
`Because you'll never love me,' Quatre thought. Hesitantly, he asked, "How do you tell someone you love them when you don't know if they love you?"
Trowa looked at him, seriousness playing in his clear emerald eyes. "Listen to your heart. It will never lead you astray." He smiled down at the angel in his arms. "Who's the lucky person you've got your eyes on?" While outside there was a smile on his face, on the inside Trowa was frowning. A lot. `I knew he doesn't love me, who was I to think he did?'
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Quatre smiled up carefully at Trowa. "I think you know him... He's very quiet, and brave...strong...he's also very mysterious. He's always telling me to follow my heart." Shyly, Quatre raised his eyes and brushed some of Trowa's bangs to the side. "And he has the most beautiful eyes. Green, like emeralds..." He didn't notice, but while speaking he had shifted closer to Trowa and was now resting his head on the taller boy's shoulder. "And his name..." Quatre paused. "Is Trowa Barton."
The room went quiet as Trowa took in the meaning of Quatre's words. `He...loves me?' Something small yet happy sparked in Trowa's heart. `He...loves me.' It was then he noticed Quatre's pleading eyes staring into his. "I... I have someone like that. Someone I love..." he stopped, thinking, "That person's straight from heaven. A real angel." again, Trowa paused, but this time to see the expression on Quatre's face. His angel looked sad and hurt. Trowa, however, smiled ever-so-slightly. "That person is..." another pause, "...you." Trowa finished his statement. It was then he noticed how close Quatre's eyes were to his own.
Quatre's eyes slid shut, and he leaned forward, sofly pressing his lips to Trowa's in a gentle, almost hesitant kiss. Trowa, shocked, pulled away. Hurt and saddened, Quatre turned away, tears starting to fill in his eyes. Quickly, Trowa set his hand on Quatre's shoulder and turned him back around, instantly returning the kiss from a few seconds ago. He felt his angel smile as he wrapped his arms around 04's waist. "Aishiteru, Trowa." whispered Quatre, laying his head softly on Trowa's shoulder.
By now, Trowa had learnt the meaning of a few Japanese words here and there, mostly due to Heero sometimes teasing Duo by speaking a language the American didn't fully understand. Pilot 03 smiled a rare smile, though now his smiles didn't seem too rare, at least not to Quatre. His lips didn't part and his voice didn't sound, but in his own way, he announced it to the world how he loved Quatre. He felt it as Quatre drifted off to sleep; it was quite late after all. Gently, Trowa rested his head on the Arabian's, and allowed sleep to claim him till morning, when he would awaken hopefully to the sight of a sleeping angel in his arms.
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Duo shrugged at Heero; ever since Quatre had suddenly left the kitchen about an hour ago, neither of them had moved to get to the pasta in the fridge. Currently, Heero was sitting in one of the chairs in the kitchen, Duo on his lap, his arm slung around the American's waist. "I wonder what's bothing Q-man?"
Heero's shoulders moved up and down. "Don't know." Unconciously, he tightened his arm around Duo's waist and allowed himself to lean his head on Duo's back.
Blinking at Heero's sudden sign of affection, Duo tilted his head back. "What's up, Hee-chan?" He stared lovingly into the cobalt orbs gazing back at him.
A light smirk appeared on Heero's lips. "Oh...nothing. Just this," pilot 01 made a motion as if to stand up, and Duo stood, allowing Heero room to rise to his feet. Instantly, the Japanese boy had 02 in his arms, lips pressing against his. A few moments went by before they broke the kiss. "You're still a baka for going to the ocean while sick."
"Yeah, true, but I'm your baka." Duo chuckled, catching Heero in a patented Duo-kiss.
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Ah yes, another update by me at 1 o'clock in the morning. Well, I gotta go now, so I'll ttyl minna! Please keep on reviewing if you wanna see more, this fic is not over yet! I hope...
WuFei: *glares at author* you seem to have forgotten me.
*rolls eyes* I know, I know! But I can't think of anything else to write right now, WuFei, it's 1am and I gotta be up by 7am tomorrow!...today? I really gotta go!
WuFei: Fine...
Ok, g*night all.
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UTB means Used To Be. Lol. Well, this is a really good chappie, at least I think so. I wrote it up while at school. Hehe, what do I do all day at school when I'm supposed to be studying? Yep! That's right! I write GW yaoi, lol. XD SOOO I'm a nut..what?! Stop looking at me like that! I'm getting really good grades! *nodnod* lol j/k. Hehe, gotta love my nutty little A/N's, ne minna? XD Yey. This chapter contains Quatre-angst. And lots of fluff! Or...at least I think it will...x.x........;;;;...hehe! Lol ok enough of my mindless chatter, on with the fic!
Quatre: Why do people like to see me in angsty fics?
Me: 'Cause we all love you to death *glomp*
Duo: HEY!
Me: What? I love you too Duo! *glomp*
Quatre: WAIT. Wasn't there something else you wanted to tell them? *to author*
Me: What? *think* oh yeah...Beware, EXTREME FLUFF! The kind of fluff where you can't stop smiling and whenever you read it, shivers go down your back.
Quatre: ^_^ Now you can start
Me: VERY HEAVY FLUFF WARNING...
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Trowa sat at the table quietly, pushing his food around the porcelian plate listlessly with his fork. Anyone who would have entered the room at this given moment would have seen a very nervous Quatre (A/N: *man screams bloodily outside, then quiet and helicopter sounds follow...shifts uncomfortably away from window*) bustling about the kitchen, every once-in- a-while stealing a glance at Trowa. Heavyarms' pilot noticed 04's continual glances, yet he didn't, or, rather, couldn't, say anything. He knew very well he should have parted his pastel lips to speak as he raised his ever- emerald eye to watch the uneasy Arabian boy. "Are...you okay, Quatre?" He asked quietly. Already he felt as if he were speaking too much. Damnit. He now officially thought of speaking as cruel and unusual punishment. Unless, that is, he was talking to Quatre. *That* was a whole nother story.
Quatre froze at being adressed, and quickly put a smile on his face. "I'm fine," said Sandrock's pilot, "Want anything to drink? Maybe some water? Tea?" Trowa shook his head.
"You seem distressed. What's wrong?" he watched Quatre out of the corner of his eye.
"Really, Trowa, nothing's wrong. Don't worry about me. Do you like your dinner? Maybe I should go find WuFei and see if Heero's coming down...check on Duo..." muttered the platunum blonde angel. He kept his eyes on his feet as he turned, thus facing Trowa. `Keep ahold of yourself, Quat, he doesn't feel that way and he won't.' A sigh reached his ears. Quatre looked up. Trowa was walking towards him to put his plate in the sink. Odd. Trowa hadn't really eaten anything; nor had WuFei returned with Heero and possibly Duo. "Is something wrong, Trowa?"
A small smile twitched at the corners Trowa's lips. He shook his head. Quatre nodded.
"Okay. See ya." He began to tend to Trowa's dishes as the other boy stood in the thresh-hold, stoic once more.
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Many thoughts were going trough Trowa's mind, but his eyes were fixed on Quatre. `He's so kind and loving. What's bothering him so? Whatever it is, I hope it hasn't anything to do with me. Maybe he's just got a lot on his mind?' Trowa shrugged and let the door close behind him as he headed for his room. `Perhaps one day I can tell him how I feel.' He paused. `One day.'
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"Nice going, Quatre," murmured the pilot of Sandrock, carefully scrubbing Trowa's plate. `Now he probably thinks I hate him...'
"Hey Q-man! I'm baaack!" exclaimed a voice. Quatre looked up into a pair of amethyst eyes. "Didja miss me?"
A smile broke out onto Quatre's face. "I'm glad you're better, Duo. How do you feel? Good?"
"Yep! So whatcha cookin'? Any--" Duo was cut off by a hug from Quatre. A tight hug. `Aww! I can't ever stay mad at this guy!' He chuckled. "Not so tight, buddy! I needta be able to breathe!"
Quatre pulled back and smiled at Duo. "Sorry," apologized the blonde.
Heero smirked and walked up behind Duo without the braided American seeing. Quatre caught the Japanese boy's eye but held his tongue. Slowly, Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's waist from behind, pressing his lips against 02's neck. Almost instantly, Quatre saw his friend melt back into Heero's embrace. His heart fell. Oh, how he wanted to be swept into Trowa's arms and be held gently while hands carressed his skin and lips tenderly brushed against his own, pressing himself against his love's body and being pulled close... No. He knew his aspirations could never come true. Trowa would never love him. He forced a yawn.
"I'm gonna go get some sleep, I guess I've been staying up too late. There's some pasta in the fridge if you want any." Without even making eye contact with Heero or Duo, he turned around to go upstairs. On his way to his room, he passed by Trowa's half-open door. He smiled softly at the supposedly Latin boy then walked away as he felt tears building in his eyes.
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Exhausted, he fell backwards onto his bed and turned, burying his face in his pillow. `He'll never love me. I'm just not deservant. How could I ever think Trowa could love me? He's so beautiful and mysterious...' Quatre cried into his pillow, clutching it tightly. All he ever wanted in life was to find someone to love and to love him. Just one person who would cheer him up when he was sad, to hold him tight in strong arms. The door creaked slightly. Trowa stood in the doorway.
Quietly, Trowa entered the room and sat down beside Quatre, face expressionless but eyes filled with concern. "Quatre." said pilot 03 in an undertone. The young boy he spoke to continued shedding tears onto the silken fabric of his pillow. "Quatre." repeated Trowa, carefully placing one hand on Quatre's shoulder. `He's an angel. A real-life angel. He shouldn't be crying.' thought Trowa as he unconciously pulled Quatre into his arms. The Arabian froze, tears streaming down his face.
"T-Trowa?"
The addressed brunette nodded. "I'm here. What's the matter? Why are you crying?"
`Because you'll never love me,' Quatre thought. Hesitantly, he asked, "How do you tell someone you love them when you don't know if they love you?"
Trowa looked at him, seriousness playing in his clear emerald eyes. "Listen to your heart. It will never lead you astray." He smiled down at the angel in his arms. "Who's the lucky person you've got your eyes on?" While outside there was a smile on his face, on the inside Trowa was frowning. A lot. `I knew he doesn't love me, who was I to think he did?'
.
Quatre smiled up carefully at Trowa. "I think you know him... He's very quiet, and brave...strong...he's also very mysterious. He's always telling me to follow my heart." Shyly, Quatre raised his eyes and brushed some of Trowa's bangs to the side. "And he has the most beautiful eyes. Green, like emeralds..." He didn't notice, but while speaking he had shifted closer to Trowa and was now resting his head on the taller boy's shoulder. "And his name..." Quatre paused. "Is Trowa Barton."
The room went quiet as Trowa took in the meaning of Quatre's words. `He...loves me?' Something small yet happy sparked in Trowa's heart. `He...loves me.' It was then he noticed Quatre's pleading eyes staring into his. "I... I have someone like that. Someone I love..." he stopped, thinking, "That person's straight from heaven. A real angel." again, Trowa paused, but this time to see the expression on Quatre's face. His angel looked sad and hurt. Trowa, however, smiled ever-so-slightly. "That person is..." another pause, "...you." Trowa finished his statement. It was then he noticed how close Quatre's eyes were to his own.
Quatre's eyes slid shut, and he leaned forward, sofly pressing his lips to Trowa's in a gentle, almost hesitant kiss. Trowa, shocked, pulled away. Hurt and saddened, Quatre turned away, tears starting to fill in his eyes. Quickly, Trowa set his hand on Quatre's shoulder and turned him back around, instantly returning the kiss from a few seconds ago. He felt his angel smile as he wrapped his arms around 04's waist. "Aishiteru, Trowa." whispered Quatre, laying his head softly on Trowa's shoulder.
By now, Trowa had learnt the meaning of a few Japanese words here and there, mostly due to Heero sometimes teasing Duo by speaking a language the American didn't fully understand. Pilot 03 smiled a rare smile, though now his smiles didn't seem too rare, at least not to Quatre. His lips didn't part and his voice didn't sound, but in his own way, he announced it to the world how he loved Quatre. He felt it as Quatre drifted off to sleep; it was quite late after all. Gently, Trowa rested his head on the Arabian's, and allowed sleep to claim him till morning, when he would awaken hopefully to the sight of a sleeping angel in his arms.
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Duo shrugged at Heero; ever since Quatre had suddenly left the kitchen about an hour ago, neither of them had moved to get to the pasta in the fridge. Currently, Heero was sitting in one of the chairs in the kitchen, Duo on his lap, his arm slung around the American's waist. "I wonder what's bothing Q-man?"
Heero's shoulders moved up and down. "Don't know." Unconciously, he tightened his arm around Duo's waist and allowed himself to lean his head on Duo's back.
Blinking at Heero's sudden sign of affection, Duo tilted his head back. "What's up, Hee-chan?" He stared lovingly into the cobalt orbs gazing back at him.
A light smirk appeared on Heero's lips. "Oh...nothing. Just this," pilot 01 made a motion as if to stand up, and Duo stood, allowing Heero room to rise to his feet. Instantly, the Japanese boy had 02 in his arms, lips pressing against his. A few moments went by before they broke the kiss. "You're still a baka for going to the ocean while sick."
"Yeah, true, but I'm your baka." Duo chuckled, catching Heero in a patented Duo-kiss.
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Ah yes, another update by me at 1 o'clock in the morning. Well, I gotta go now, so I'll ttyl minna! Please keep on reviewing if you wanna see more, this fic is not over yet! I hope...
WuFei: *glares at author* you seem to have forgotten me.
*rolls eyes* I know, I know! But I can't think of anything else to write right now, WuFei, it's 1am and I gotta be up by 7am tomorrow!...today? I really gotta go!
WuFei: Fine...
Ok, g*night all.
REMEMBER:
More Reviews = Happy Author = Faster Updates!!!!
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Signing out,
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email: glitzykiss67@aol.com
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