This is my first GW fanfiction, and my first fanfiction that looks like I
know where I'm going with it. Wheeooo - R&R, but please don't laugh at it!!
Thankies.
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Author: Hilda
Title: Solace
Warnings: shounen ai, fluffiness; later on, you will be treated to a hearty helping of angst, self-injuryetc etc.
Pairings: hints of 1x2 in the beginning - 2x4 later on
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing - surprise, surprise. Don't sue me or poor little Quatre will cry!!
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A small blonde figure shifted within his bed, readjusting the book that was awkwardly propped on his lap. The boy called Quatre had been enthralled by the literature for some time, and it surprised him when he finally looked up to find his room considerably darker than when he had last 'seen' it. Turning around he gazed out the windows and was me with a lovely full moon. Sighing happily, Quatre gazed into the darkness for a minute, then turned back to his room.
The small blonde rolled over to the other side of the bed to glance at the display on the digital clock - 1:33 [1]. The red numbers flashed menacingly as if daring him to go back to reading rather than being a good little boy and going to sleep. Quatre settled back into the pillows, not quite ready to drift into dreams.
Listening to the quiet, it registered with him that the other pilots staying in the large house must have turned in early as well. Not that 1:33 was early by Quatre's standards - it was just that ever since the war had ended, the other boys had been much more laid back and as a result, inclined to sacrifice a little sleep for a good bit of fun. Apparently the behavior had caught up with them, because the house continued to lie in silence. For once, Quatre couldn't hear the steady rumble of the television, nor the drunken pounding of Duo serenading the others with a bizarre concoction of a song. The blonde boy had to stifle a giggle at the thought of Duo. The last time Heero had let him near a bottle, the braided pilot had banged on the large piano until the poor antique had come un- tuned - Duo hadn't remembered a thing the next day.
This time Quatre couldn't suppress his giggling - Duo always made him laugh, no matter how serious of a mood might be plaguing him. His laughter suddenly morphed into a yawn, and Quatre directed his stare at the clock once more - 1:59. It seemed as if the clock itself was becoming weary, the angry red glow reduced to a half-hearted warning of regret come morning. Smiling thoughtfully at the time piece, Quatre closed his book and carefully set it on the nightstand. With a contented sigh, he settled down into the sheets of the oversized bed. It was so nice to be warm and secure beneath the blankets. If fact, he almost wished he could share it with someone. He quickly shook his head, laughing again, this time at his own absurd thoughts.
"Obviously I'm more tired than I realized, letting such silly thoughts pass through my head." Quatre assured himself. It was enough just being together with all his friends - he shouldn't be asking anything more, especially such frivolous things as intimate love.
Taking a deep breath, Quatre reached over for the switch to turn off the light. However, just as he was about to flip the switch, there was a soft knock at his door.
Flinching, he began apologizing to whatever servant was on the other side of the door, assuming that they had seen his light and were wanting to know if their "Master" was all right. Before he got far, he heard a voice, very soft and distant, coming from the hallway:
"Quatre, it's me - I'm sorry to bother you, but, well, may I come in?"
TBC (actually, I have the next three pieces written out, I'm just too lazy to type them up right now)
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[1] - This time was picked for a reason - it's the exact time that I started writing this fic, and yes, my digital clock does have a menacing red stare ^_^;;
Well, that really sucked, but have no fear - the story gets a little more interesting ^_~ It's tame compared to stuff I usually read ^^;; but if I have any success at all, I promise to make it less, ::ahem:: conservative (like I would be content to stay within the bounds I've set so far ::laughs::). Thanks again! - Hilda
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Author: Hilda
Title: Solace
Warnings: shounen ai, fluffiness; later on, you will be treated to a hearty helping of angst, self-injuryetc etc.
Pairings: hints of 1x2 in the beginning - 2x4 later on
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing - surprise, surprise. Don't sue me or poor little Quatre will cry!!
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A small blonde figure shifted within his bed, readjusting the book that was awkwardly propped on his lap. The boy called Quatre had been enthralled by the literature for some time, and it surprised him when he finally looked up to find his room considerably darker than when he had last 'seen' it. Turning around he gazed out the windows and was me with a lovely full moon. Sighing happily, Quatre gazed into the darkness for a minute, then turned back to his room.
The small blonde rolled over to the other side of the bed to glance at the display on the digital clock - 1:33 [1]. The red numbers flashed menacingly as if daring him to go back to reading rather than being a good little boy and going to sleep. Quatre settled back into the pillows, not quite ready to drift into dreams.
Listening to the quiet, it registered with him that the other pilots staying in the large house must have turned in early as well. Not that 1:33 was early by Quatre's standards - it was just that ever since the war had ended, the other boys had been much more laid back and as a result, inclined to sacrifice a little sleep for a good bit of fun. Apparently the behavior had caught up with them, because the house continued to lie in silence. For once, Quatre couldn't hear the steady rumble of the television, nor the drunken pounding of Duo serenading the others with a bizarre concoction of a song. The blonde boy had to stifle a giggle at the thought of Duo. The last time Heero had let him near a bottle, the braided pilot had banged on the large piano until the poor antique had come un- tuned - Duo hadn't remembered a thing the next day.
This time Quatre couldn't suppress his giggling - Duo always made him laugh, no matter how serious of a mood might be plaguing him. His laughter suddenly morphed into a yawn, and Quatre directed his stare at the clock once more - 1:59. It seemed as if the clock itself was becoming weary, the angry red glow reduced to a half-hearted warning of regret come morning. Smiling thoughtfully at the time piece, Quatre closed his book and carefully set it on the nightstand. With a contented sigh, he settled down into the sheets of the oversized bed. It was so nice to be warm and secure beneath the blankets. If fact, he almost wished he could share it with someone. He quickly shook his head, laughing again, this time at his own absurd thoughts.
"Obviously I'm more tired than I realized, letting such silly thoughts pass through my head." Quatre assured himself. It was enough just being together with all his friends - he shouldn't be asking anything more, especially such frivolous things as intimate love.
Taking a deep breath, Quatre reached over for the switch to turn off the light. However, just as he was about to flip the switch, there was a soft knock at his door.
Flinching, he began apologizing to whatever servant was on the other side of the door, assuming that they had seen his light and were wanting to know if their "Master" was all right. Before he got far, he heard a voice, very soft and distant, coming from the hallway:
"Quatre, it's me - I'm sorry to bother you, but, well, may I come in?"
TBC (actually, I have the next three pieces written out, I'm just too lazy to type them up right now)
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[1] - This time was picked for a reason - it's the exact time that I started writing this fic, and yes, my digital clock does have a menacing red stare ^_^;;
Well, that really sucked, but have no fear - the story gets a little more interesting ^_~ It's tame compared to stuff I usually read ^^;; but if I have any success at all, I promise to make it less, ::ahem:: conservative (like I would be content to stay within the bounds I've set so far ::laughs::). Thanks again! - Hilda