Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. But I swear that I will someday!
Pairing: 1x3
Author's Note: I feel all warm and fuzzy inside thanks to you loyal subjects! Now, for the new chapter!
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Chapter Eight
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Trowa sighed as he walked around the room, looking around. He got up and explored the doors off the main room. One was a study, the other a weapons trove, and the last two were bedrooms. Sighing in annoyance and boredom he closed the door and paced the circular room, stopping once in awhile to look at the door or the window.
Finally he layed down on a chaise lounge against the far wall and looked up at the ceiling. His hands were burning and he wanted to punch something but that woul only make it worse. The ship was rocking more noticably now and the gun fire was lessening. Closing his eyes he imagined the sandy shore of Port Silver, of the great bonfire, of Catherine's smile and the way she and the other dancers performed.
Cathy...
What did she think had happened to him? Did she think him dead? Or simply
enslaved? He didn't know. He wished he did but he didn't. The sounds dimmed and he sighed as he drifted off to sleep.
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He woke to a blanket of cotton being draped over his shivering body. His eyes fluttered open, taking in the even more ruffled appearance of Heero. "What...What are you doing?" he asked.
Heero looked at him and a smile almost seemed to grace his lips...almost. "Your cold," he said. He reached over and took Trowa's hand, examining it. Then he reached down to the ground and picked up a wet cloth and began to wash the blood and dirt off. Trowa winced, pulling back and Heero looked at him sharply. "Does it hurt?"
"No. I just don't like people touching me," Trowa answered sarcastically. Heero nodded and continued with his exploration. Carefully the captain pulled out the wood fragments not brushed away by the wood. Trowa hissed closing his eyes and biting his lower lip.
"It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you," Heero murmured. Trowa turned his head
and looked at him in surprise at the gentleness in his voice. Heero's eyes were as cold as ever though and Trowa cloed his eyes again, suffocating the pain.
Finally after what seemed like hours, Trowa's hands were returned to him. They were bandaged around the knuckles and Trowa looked at Heero. "Thank-you," he murmured.
Heero nodded. "They're not broken. Bruised though. They'll be sore. Your lucky you didn't break or jam them," he stated. Trowa nodded and Heero stood, lifting two pails of water and placing them on the table. One of the pails had the bloodied water and the other held what remained of the fresh water. Heero rinsed the cloth and then wiped Trowa's face with is, pressing it against Trowa's bottom lip.
Trowa went to sit up and Heero stepped back. "Come with me. You should have
a proper bed to sleep in," he said. Trowa nodded and Heero led him to one of the bedrooms he'd seen previously. "Rest for awhile. Dinner will be served in a few hours," he added.
"Noon already?" Trowa asked absently.
"Almost. If you need anything I'll be in one of the other rooms," Heero said. Trowa nodded and then looked at Heero.
"Good-night then," Trowa said. Heero nodded and watched as Trowa climbed
into bed, almost collapsing in his exhaustion. Trowa sighed as his eyes closed and he heard the drapes being drawn across the porthole. Then with an almost ghostly touch he felt fingers gently run through his hair and bangs, tracing his cheek and then they were gone and the door squeaked partly closed. That was the last thing he registered before he fell into the world of dreams.
Pairing: 1x3
Author's Note: I feel all warm and fuzzy inside thanks to you loyal subjects! Now, for the new chapter!
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Chapter Eight
~*~*~*~*~*~
Trowa sighed as he walked around the room, looking around. He got up and explored the doors off the main room. One was a study, the other a weapons trove, and the last two were bedrooms. Sighing in annoyance and boredom he closed the door and paced the circular room, stopping once in awhile to look at the door or the window.
Finally he layed down on a chaise lounge against the far wall and looked up at the ceiling. His hands were burning and he wanted to punch something but that woul only make it worse. The ship was rocking more noticably now and the gun fire was lessening. Closing his eyes he imagined the sandy shore of Port Silver, of the great bonfire, of Catherine's smile and the way she and the other dancers performed.
Cathy...
What did she think had happened to him? Did she think him dead? Or simply
enslaved? He didn't know. He wished he did but he didn't. The sounds dimmed and he sighed as he drifted off to sleep.
_________
He woke to a blanket of cotton being draped over his shivering body. His eyes fluttered open, taking in the even more ruffled appearance of Heero. "What...What are you doing?" he asked.
Heero looked at him and a smile almost seemed to grace his lips...almost. "Your cold," he said. He reached over and took Trowa's hand, examining it. Then he reached down to the ground and picked up a wet cloth and began to wash the blood and dirt off. Trowa winced, pulling back and Heero looked at him sharply. "Does it hurt?"
"No. I just don't like people touching me," Trowa answered sarcastically. Heero nodded and continued with his exploration. Carefully the captain pulled out the wood fragments not brushed away by the wood. Trowa hissed closing his eyes and biting his lower lip.
"It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you," Heero murmured. Trowa turned his head
and looked at him in surprise at the gentleness in his voice. Heero's eyes were as cold as ever though and Trowa cloed his eyes again, suffocating the pain.
Finally after what seemed like hours, Trowa's hands were returned to him. They were bandaged around the knuckles and Trowa looked at Heero. "Thank-you," he murmured.
Heero nodded. "They're not broken. Bruised though. They'll be sore. Your lucky you didn't break or jam them," he stated. Trowa nodded and Heero stood, lifting two pails of water and placing them on the table. One of the pails had the bloodied water and the other held what remained of the fresh water. Heero rinsed the cloth and then wiped Trowa's face with is, pressing it against Trowa's bottom lip.
Trowa went to sit up and Heero stepped back. "Come with me. You should have
a proper bed to sleep in," he said. Trowa nodded and Heero led him to one of the bedrooms he'd seen previously. "Rest for awhile. Dinner will be served in a few hours," he added.
"Noon already?" Trowa asked absently.
"Almost. If you need anything I'll be in one of the other rooms," Heero said. Trowa nodded and then looked at Heero.
"Good-night then," Trowa said. Heero nodded and watched as Trowa climbed
into bed, almost collapsing in his exhaustion. Trowa sighed as his eyes closed and he heard the drapes being drawn across the porthole. Then with an almost ghostly touch he felt fingers gently run through his hair and bangs, tracing his cheek and then they were gone and the door squeaked partly closed. That was the last thing he registered before he fell into the world of dreams.