Disclaimer : Hey! Britt Here!! ^.^ This is a Trowa/Varidia Fic. I wrote for
a friend who doesnt like yaoi...mind you, if you have read my other
fanficiton, you'll know that Im the opposite, lol 1x2 and 3x4 ALL THE WAY
^^.
I've gotten SO many compliments on it. It's a bit gorey when it comes to
a certain point. But hey! It wouldn't be an action fic if there wasn't
blood. Oh! And I do not own gundam wing, or their characters...cuz if I
did I would be rich....so that means that I don't. Im just a DIE HARD FAN
that happens to be a writer! This is a L-O-N-G fic. LOL 15 chapters and
counting!
**Oh and another thing : Tiara is Quatre's Girlfriend. My friend made her up, beacuse she really likes Quatre and so she created a character for him. Tiara Valintine is very much like Quatre, in all ways. Except shes very outgoing. She hads blond hair, to her sholders.
**Varidia Jarlaya. I made her up for Trowa (for my friend...lol), although I know that he does make a good couple wioth Qautre. Varidia has black hair and blue eyes. Her hair is like Lt. Noins. She very sporty and outgoing. But shes shy when it comes to the person that she likes.
[( )] = This tells you whats going on in a flash back and what the person is seeing.
' ' = This is when someone is thinking.
BTW!! I HAD ALL 15 CHAPTERS UP, BUT I DECIDED TO JUST PUT UP FOUR AND WITH MORE REVIEWS I'LL UPDATE! :D
REMINISENCE
Epolauge:
Everything was dark, pitch black around him, as a single light spread upon him. Eyes, cold, soulless eyes, stared back at him. No, not at him, but through him, as if he wasn't even there. It was cold, the air bringing a chill to his skin. He couldn't stop shivering, as the fear seemed to envelope every bit of him. But he showed no signs breaking. The small figure that lay infront stepped back as he merged with the darkness.
Alone, stood the nameless soldier. To his left the small figure was tied, no chained to a wooden chair, feet barely touching the ground. The small boy was alone, scared. Suddenly a room appeared where the boy was. A cold, dark room, with stone slates as it's foundation. Trowa saw the fear in the small boys eyes, but could do nothing. He couldn't move, frozen to the ground as if there was an invisible sheet of ice beneath him. He turned his head toward the small boy. A large man, with an old Oz uniform on, steadily treaded toward the chained boy. His hair a greasy black and his eyes, cold.
A smirk appeared on the man's face, "Where is she?" the man said in an ugly tone. "Well boy?" the small boy turned his head. Trowa watched helplessly as the man rose his fist and striked the small boys face. The boy winced at the pain but did not once yell out. Blood splattered onto the floor beside him.
The blood ran down the boys lip, as he held in the pain. The boy smirked as the mans fist rose again and hit the boy's head repetively, blood now spilt all over the floor. The boys cries of pain yelled out. They almost seemed to echo, the sounds seemed to cut Trowa like a knife, his pupils narrowed and his breathing increased.
Trowa rose his hand toward his face, he felt a thick liquid upon his untouched skin. He slowly removed his hands from his face and glared at the blood that had covered his hand. "What?" he whispered
Trowa woke up. He lifted his uncovered front half, sweat beading off every part of his body. It poured from his forehead, and caressed the right side of his face, and dripped off onto the satin sheets. His breathing was heavy as his chest rose up and down in an attempt to calm himself.
He then tossed the sweat dampened sheets away from him as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. As he stood, he glanced to the other side of the room. Trowa shook his head, pulling his mind away from his thoughts of his nightmare, and what they had ment. But this was not just any dream. For he knew that they were of his past, and maybe thats why his memories never returned. They were to painful. He crossed the room, and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, quietly.
He closed his eyes as he flicked the light on, knowing that the sudden brightness would sting. As he opened his eyes again, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. His usual mask of emotionless peered back at him. His eyes seemed even colder, the grim expression of a man that hated what he had become, what he had been through. His safire green eyes reflected the intense pain that he always kept hidden.
' This is why I became who I am, to take revenge on those- ' Trowa thought to himself as his remaining thoughts seemed to disappear from his head.
He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face. Then he turned the water off. As he stood up straight, he glanced at his reflection again, ' Why can't I remember?' He wondered why he hadn't been killed in battle or why he hadn't taken his own life long ago. The answer came to him quickly, Catherine. Catherine was the reason. He didn't know why but he had to protect her.
Trowa left the bathroom, shutting the light off as he passed by the switch. He climbed back into bed, not bothering to pull the sheets over him again. He sighed as he lay back, trying to remember his past.
Chapter 1 : Mission Accepted
Trowa sat at a table in Quatre's dinning room, alone. He was staring at the bare table infront of him. He was lost in thought, his mind occupied by the memories that plagued his every waking moment.
The memories were always there, the dreams, the sudden flashes that intruded on him at just the wrong moments. He never knew what would set off one of his memories. A scent, a phrase. Anything could cause a memory to emerge from his mind.
"You ok Trowa?" asked Varidia, who was standing in the door way. Her smile was that of an angel and her hair the color or ebony. She took a step forward and took a seat at the end opposite to Trowa. Her small white hoodie fit nicely on her as did her black shorts. The sun illuminated the sky and the rays shot down through the windows and upon her soft ivory skin. Trowa looked up, and looked at her with the same cold expression. "Im fine." "You just looked distracted. Where you thinking of something?" she asked as her baby blue eyes danced in the rays. He said nothing and glanced toward the table once again.
But Varidia knew better, she knew that something was wrong. Because she knows the old Trowa, and he just seemed to be more tense. "Aw Come on Trowa, I see that something is bothering you, maybe if you tell me - I might be able to help."
Trowa quickly glanced at her and rose himself up and walked out of the room. Varidia watched as Trowa left, wondering what was troubling her friend.
Trowa was lying on his bed, just staring up at the ceiling, his arms laying by his sides. He was dressed in his usual black sweatshirt and jeans. He thought about the nightmares, hoping something would return to him.
He shut his eyes and thought hard to himself. Nothing. Heero knocked on the door and walked into the room. "Hey, come on." He said. Trowa sat up, opening his eyes as he moved.
"We have a mission." Heero said, not even looking in Trowa's general direction.
Trowa silently followed Heero behind him. He let the thoughts vanish from his mind. He went to the base of Heavyarms and rose himself up into it. He strapped himself in and stared straight. Heero and Quatre came beside Heavyarms in Zero and Sandrock.
"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep." Trowa scanned to his left screen where Heero's face appeared in the tiny window screen. " We have to Destroy a military base in the JAEP Area of point D. "
Duo popped up beside Heero on the screen. "And that shouldn't be a problem for the God of Death. Lets bring them with us to Hell!!" he shouted and then disapeared from the screen. Trowa just listened, but didn't bother to say anything. They proceed out.
They were sent to destroy a military base that had recently become a threat. Unfortunately, the reports about the number of mobile suits and mobile dolls had been drastically underestimated. Heero was slicing away at the enemy mobile suits in his Zero Gundam with his beam sabers, making it look so easy. Duo was just trying to keep himself alive with his beam scythe, as the enemy just kept coming and coming. Quatre just used the large blades to crush the enemy mobile dolls.
"Would you just detonate already?!" Duo yelled at Heero, as he dodged an attack that had come way too close for comfort.
"Hn." Heero replied over the communication system.
A moment later, the surrounding area was engulfed in flames, as all the explosives they had planted in the base earlier, were detonated. Many of the mobile suits and dolls were destroyed in the explosion but not all of them. The ones that remained continued to fight, even though the base was totally destroyed.
"Let's get out of here." Trowa said, his voice calm. "I'm almost out of ammo and we will need to refuel."
"Split up. We'll meet back at the mansion." Heero replied.
Duo and Quatre took off, leaving as quickly as he could. Several mobile suits followed him. Meanwhile, Trowa and Heero were attempting a similar escape.
Heero cut a path through the mobile suits and dolls. Trowa watched his back, making sure no one tried to stop him. Trowa fired as the left side of Heavyarms spit out nothing, only the spinning gun. He pressed a button inside Heavyarms and dropped the left arm off and it hit the ground and he then pressed another button and it opened up all the other guns that were hidden on his gundam. Soon they were empty as well. "Im out." he said calmly once again. Suddenly a pain ruptured through his head and he grabbed his head imbedding his hand with his hair. A flash of white light appeared, then everything turned black as a single gun was pointed straight at him. He tried to move but again he was frozen, the gun defaced him and shot at a figure that stood beside him. Blood covered her chest as she grasped it and fell to her knees, the pain struck through him as the face entered the light.
"Ca-Catherine - " Trowas eyes narrowed. Catherine looked up at him, as the blood surrounded her soft brown hair.
" Why am I seeing this!" He grabbed his head. Suddenly the black filled in with the cockpit of his gundam.
Something collided with his back and The Heavyarms fell forward. Intense pain radiated throughout his lower chest as Trowa hit the console in front of him. He groaned in pain, not letting himself cry out. As he got his Gundam to stand again, he lifted his hand to his forehead, and felt the warm red blood that was seeping from a fresh wound.
"Beep, beep" Trowa looked to the left of his screen. Heero appeared. "You ok?" he asked in his same mono tone voice.
"Fine." said Trowa. He lied as he knew he only had some bruising. "We need a diversion. There's too many mobile dolls."
"Right." said Trowa. He pulled out a detonation switch from his pocket and pressed the button. A series of explosions shook the ground, as everything behind the two Gundams was swallowed by flames. Heero and Trowa quickly disposed of the remaining few mobile suits and dolls.
After they demolished the remaining suits Heero asked, "When did you set those?"
"While you and Duo were off planting the ones in the base, I was out here planting a few of my own. " Trowa replied.
Chaper 1 1/2 : Lifeless
They hid their Gundams in the forest where no one could see them. Trowa kept close behind Heero as his wounds were bad but he didn't want Heero to find out.
"The Gundams will be safe there." Heero said as he kept on walking. Trowa said nothing and just proceeded to walk. Blood had trickled down his neck and upon his black shirt. It wasn't the injuries that hurt, but it was the blood loss that was making him weak.
"Quatre and the others should be at the safe house by now." Heero's voice was still cold. Trowa still proceeded and said nothing, but he was begining to feel a bit dizzy.
About a half an hour later, Trowa's body was weak from the blood loss. It was hard trying to keep up with Heero's fast pace. He had been lucky so far, keeping the other pilot from seeing that he was injured. Whenever Heero turned to him, he looked down so that Trowa wouldn't be able to see the blood that covered the side of his face.
The pain in his chest was throbbing with every step he took. His pace had slowed down. It was getting harder and harder to walk, as he felt so tired.
Finally, he just collapsed, no longer caring whether Heero saw or not. He just couldn't take another step. He fell to his side, wrapping his arms around himself as he was now begining to feel the pain.
"Trowa?" Heero said as he knelt beside him.
But Trowa didn't answer, couldn't answer. Then everything slipped away as he lost consciousness.
**Oh and another thing : Tiara is Quatre's Girlfriend. My friend made her up, beacuse she really likes Quatre and so she created a character for him. Tiara Valintine is very much like Quatre, in all ways. Except shes very outgoing. She hads blond hair, to her sholders.
**Varidia Jarlaya. I made her up for Trowa (for my friend...lol), although I know that he does make a good couple wioth Qautre. Varidia has black hair and blue eyes. Her hair is like Lt. Noins. She very sporty and outgoing. But shes shy when it comes to the person that she likes.
[( )] = This tells you whats going on in a flash back and what the person is seeing.
' ' = This is when someone is thinking.
BTW!! I HAD ALL 15 CHAPTERS UP, BUT I DECIDED TO JUST PUT UP FOUR AND WITH MORE REVIEWS I'LL UPDATE! :D
REMINISENCE
Epolauge:
Everything was dark, pitch black around him, as a single light spread upon him. Eyes, cold, soulless eyes, stared back at him. No, not at him, but through him, as if he wasn't even there. It was cold, the air bringing a chill to his skin. He couldn't stop shivering, as the fear seemed to envelope every bit of him. But he showed no signs breaking. The small figure that lay infront stepped back as he merged with the darkness.
Alone, stood the nameless soldier. To his left the small figure was tied, no chained to a wooden chair, feet barely touching the ground. The small boy was alone, scared. Suddenly a room appeared where the boy was. A cold, dark room, with stone slates as it's foundation. Trowa saw the fear in the small boys eyes, but could do nothing. He couldn't move, frozen to the ground as if there was an invisible sheet of ice beneath him. He turned his head toward the small boy. A large man, with an old Oz uniform on, steadily treaded toward the chained boy. His hair a greasy black and his eyes, cold.
A smirk appeared on the man's face, "Where is she?" the man said in an ugly tone. "Well boy?" the small boy turned his head. Trowa watched helplessly as the man rose his fist and striked the small boys face. The boy winced at the pain but did not once yell out. Blood splattered onto the floor beside him.
The blood ran down the boys lip, as he held in the pain. The boy smirked as the mans fist rose again and hit the boy's head repetively, blood now spilt all over the floor. The boys cries of pain yelled out. They almost seemed to echo, the sounds seemed to cut Trowa like a knife, his pupils narrowed and his breathing increased.
Trowa rose his hand toward his face, he felt a thick liquid upon his untouched skin. He slowly removed his hands from his face and glared at the blood that had covered his hand. "What?" he whispered
Trowa woke up. He lifted his uncovered front half, sweat beading off every part of his body. It poured from his forehead, and caressed the right side of his face, and dripped off onto the satin sheets. His breathing was heavy as his chest rose up and down in an attempt to calm himself.
He then tossed the sweat dampened sheets away from him as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. As he stood, he glanced to the other side of the room. Trowa shook his head, pulling his mind away from his thoughts of his nightmare, and what they had ment. But this was not just any dream. For he knew that they were of his past, and maybe thats why his memories never returned. They were to painful. He crossed the room, and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, quietly.
He closed his eyes as he flicked the light on, knowing that the sudden brightness would sting. As he opened his eyes again, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. His usual mask of emotionless peered back at him. His eyes seemed even colder, the grim expression of a man that hated what he had become, what he had been through. His safire green eyes reflected the intense pain that he always kept hidden.
' This is why I became who I am, to take revenge on those- ' Trowa thought to himself as his remaining thoughts seemed to disappear from his head.
He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face. Then he turned the water off. As he stood up straight, he glanced at his reflection again, ' Why can't I remember?' He wondered why he hadn't been killed in battle or why he hadn't taken his own life long ago. The answer came to him quickly, Catherine. Catherine was the reason. He didn't know why but he had to protect her.
Trowa left the bathroom, shutting the light off as he passed by the switch. He climbed back into bed, not bothering to pull the sheets over him again. He sighed as he lay back, trying to remember his past.
Chapter 1 : Mission Accepted
Trowa sat at a table in Quatre's dinning room, alone. He was staring at the bare table infront of him. He was lost in thought, his mind occupied by the memories that plagued his every waking moment.
The memories were always there, the dreams, the sudden flashes that intruded on him at just the wrong moments. He never knew what would set off one of his memories. A scent, a phrase. Anything could cause a memory to emerge from his mind.
"You ok Trowa?" asked Varidia, who was standing in the door way. Her smile was that of an angel and her hair the color or ebony. She took a step forward and took a seat at the end opposite to Trowa. Her small white hoodie fit nicely on her as did her black shorts. The sun illuminated the sky and the rays shot down through the windows and upon her soft ivory skin. Trowa looked up, and looked at her with the same cold expression. "Im fine." "You just looked distracted. Where you thinking of something?" she asked as her baby blue eyes danced in the rays. He said nothing and glanced toward the table once again.
But Varidia knew better, she knew that something was wrong. Because she knows the old Trowa, and he just seemed to be more tense. "Aw Come on Trowa, I see that something is bothering you, maybe if you tell me - I might be able to help."
Trowa quickly glanced at her and rose himself up and walked out of the room. Varidia watched as Trowa left, wondering what was troubling her friend.
Trowa was lying on his bed, just staring up at the ceiling, his arms laying by his sides. He was dressed in his usual black sweatshirt and jeans. He thought about the nightmares, hoping something would return to him.
He shut his eyes and thought hard to himself. Nothing. Heero knocked on the door and walked into the room. "Hey, come on." He said. Trowa sat up, opening his eyes as he moved.
"We have a mission." Heero said, not even looking in Trowa's general direction.
Trowa silently followed Heero behind him. He let the thoughts vanish from his mind. He went to the base of Heavyarms and rose himself up into it. He strapped himself in and stared straight. Heero and Quatre came beside Heavyarms in Zero and Sandrock.
"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep." Trowa scanned to his left screen where Heero's face appeared in the tiny window screen. " We have to Destroy a military base in the JAEP Area of point D. "
Duo popped up beside Heero on the screen. "And that shouldn't be a problem for the God of Death. Lets bring them with us to Hell!!" he shouted and then disapeared from the screen. Trowa just listened, but didn't bother to say anything. They proceed out.
They were sent to destroy a military base that had recently become a threat. Unfortunately, the reports about the number of mobile suits and mobile dolls had been drastically underestimated. Heero was slicing away at the enemy mobile suits in his Zero Gundam with his beam sabers, making it look so easy. Duo was just trying to keep himself alive with his beam scythe, as the enemy just kept coming and coming. Quatre just used the large blades to crush the enemy mobile dolls.
"Would you just detonate already?!" Duo yelled at Heero, as he dodged an attack that had come way too close for comfort.
"Hn." Heero replied over the communication system.
A moment later, the surrounding area was engulfed in flames, as all the explosives they had planted in the base earlier, were detonated. Many of the mobile suits and dolls were destroyed in the explosion but not all of them. The ones that remained continued to fight, even though the base was totally destroyed.
"Let's get out of here." Trowa said, his voice calm. "I'm almost out of ammo and we will need to refuel."
"Split up. We'll meet back at the mansion." Heero replied.
Duo and Quatre took off, leaving as quickly as he could. Several mobile suits followed him. Meanwhile, Trowa and Heero were attempting a similar escape.
Heero cut a path through the mobile suits and dolls. Trowa watched his back, making sure no one tried to stop him. Trowa fired as the left side of Heavyarms spit out nothing, only the spinning gun. He pressed a button inside Heavyarms and dropped the left arm off and it hit the ground and he then pressed another button and it opened up all the other guns that were hidden on his gundam. Soon they were empty as well. "Im out." he said calmly once again. Suddenly a pain ruptured through his head and he grabbed his head imbedding his hand with his hair. A flash of white light appeared, then everything turned black as a single gun was pointed straight at him. He tried to move but again he was frozen, the gun defaced him and shot at a figure that stood beside him. Blood covered her chest as she grasped it and fell to her knees, the pain struck through him as the face entered the light.
"Ca-Catherine - " Trowas eyes narrowed. Catherine looked up at him, as the blood surrounded her soft brown hair.
" Why am I seeing this!" He grabbed his head. Suddenly the black filled in with the cockpit of his gundam.
Something collided with his back and The Heavyarms fell forward. Intense pain radiated throughout his lower chest as Trowa hit the console in front of him. He groaned in pain, not letting himself cry out. As he got his Gundam to stand again, he lifted his hand to his forehead, and felt the warm red blood that was seeping from a fresh wound.
"Beep, beep" Trowa looked to the left of his screen. Heero appeared. "You ok?" he asked in his same mono tone voice.
"Fine." said Trowa. He lied as he knew he only had some bruising. "We need a diversion. There's too many mobile dolls."
"Right." said Trowa. He pulled out a detonation switch from his pocket and pressed the button. A series of explosions shook the ground, as everything behind the two Gundams was swallowed by flames. Heero and Trowa quickly disposed of the remaining few mobile suits and dolls.
After they demolished the remaining suits Heero asked, "When did you set those?"
"While you and Duo were off planting the ones in the base, I was out here planting a few of my own. " Trowa replied.
Chaper 1 1/2 : Lifeless
They hid their Gundams in the forest where no one could see them. Trowa kept close behind Heero as his wounds were bad but he didn't want Heero to find out.
"The Gundams will be safe there." Heero said as he kept on walking. Trowa said nothing and just proceeded to walk. Blood had trickled down his neck and upon his black shirt. It wasn't the injuries that hurt, but it was the blood loss that was making him weak.
"Quatre and the others should be at the safe house by now." Heero's voice was still cold. Trowa still proceeded and said nothing, but he was begining to feel a bit dizzy.
About a half an hour later, Trowa's body was weak from the blood loss. It was hard trying to keep up with Heero's fast pace. He had been lucky so far, keeping the other pilot from seeing that he was injured. Whenever Heero turned to him, he looked down so that Trowa wouldn't be able to see the blood that covered the side of his face.
The pain in his chest was throbbing with every step he took. His pace had slowed down. It was getting harder and harder to walk, as he felt so tired.
Finally, he just collapsed, no longer caring whether Heero saw or not. He just couldn't take another step. He fell to his side, wrapping his arms around himself as he was now begining to feel the pain.
"Trowa?" Heero said as he knelt beside him.
But Trowa didn't answer, couldn't answer. Then everything slipped away as he lost consciousness.