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Pairing: implied past 1x2, future/present 1x3
Author's Note: Okay. Thank-you all for reviewing my fic. I appreciate it greatly and I hope that you all like this chapter. After this chapter there will probably be no more Heero's Perspective/Trowa's Perspective fics... Okay? Enjoy the fic and please Read and Review. I love reviews almost as I love this couple!
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Chapter Eight pt. 2
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Heero growled as he went down the stairs and came across a kneeling Duo. The violet-eyed captain looked up at Heero, his eyes filled with pain. "It brings back so many memories...doesn't it?" Duo asked. His voice rasped in anguish and he swallowed, pulling himself into a standing position by means of the stair.
"Yes. It. Does." With each spoken word Heero descended two stairs towards him. Duo stood, releasing the rail and forcing himself to stand on his own. He held his head high as he eyed Heero warily.
"Well. Finish it off already," he exclaimed. Heero looked at him blankly and Duo
growled. "Look Heero, love, just stick it threw me and we'll cal it even, okay?" Duo asked sweetly. Heero glared advancing on Duo quickly, raising the blade as he did until the point was touching Duo's throat.
"There are better punishments then death, love," Heero stated. He said the last word with such a sneer that Duo's smile faultered. Heero slowly traced the tip down Duo's throat, leaving a stream of blood in it's wake. Then with a quick flick of the wrist he sliced a long, deep gash in Duo's chest and shoulder. "Until later," Heero murmured. He stepped back and Duo crumpled to the ground again.
Heero turned and ran up the stairs and across the deck. He jumped onto the
gangplank and surveyed his crew. They were all tiring quickly and dawn was beginning to show herself. Cursing under his breath he waved madly with his sword. "Fall back. Return at once to the Winged Soldier!" he hollered. The crew of the Winged Soldier fell back almost immediately under their captains orders and once the last person was on board, pulled the gangplanks over. Silently they slipped away into the dawn, watching the enemy until it appeared that they would not follow.
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Heero was fuming as he stormed up the stairs. Anna...how in the world could she? She had been under strict instruction to keep an eye on Trowa. Not to drink and goof off. He growled as he unlocked the door and entered the room, a few hourrs ago victory had been sweet, now it tasted sour.
A teen lay stretched out on the chaise lounge, shivering in the coolness. Heero smiled slightly. Well, maybe victory was regaining it's sweetness... He shook his head, banishing the thought. He reached over and grabbed a cotton blanket, drapping it over Trowa's shivering body. Heero watched as Trowa's eyes fluttered open, the emerald clouded by sleep confusion before latching onto Heero.. "What...What are you doing?" he asked.
Heero looked at him and sensed a smile almost gracing his lips...almost. "Your cold," he said. He reached over and took Trowa's hand, examining it. Then he reached down to the pail on the ground and picked up the wet cloth in it, beggining 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 he pulled out the wood fragments not brushed away by the wood. He heard Trowa hiss and looked up to see the gypsy close his eyes and bite 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 Heero knew had to be in his voice. He instantly hardened eyes so they were as cold as ever and after a moment, Trowa closed his eyes again. His face showing the pain he was in.
Finally Heero began to wrap the soft cotton badages around Trowa's hands. They were soft hands, a musician's hands... Heero shook his head and closed the other boy's hands carefully, laying them down ontop of Trowa's chest. Heero smiled when Trowa looked at him. "Thank-you," Trowa 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 the two pails of water and placing them on the table next to him. 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 with is, pressing it against Trowa's bottom lip. The blood stopped at the pressure and Heero tossed the cloth back into the pail. He was beautiful... Stop it Heero, he scolded himself, don't be a fool...
Trowa began to sit up and Heero stepped back instantly. Did he know what he'd been thinking? "Come with me. You should have a proper bed to sleep in," Heero said. Trowa nodded, seeming slightly uncertain and Heero smiled reassuringly, leading him to one of the closed doors that housed a bedroom. "Rest for a while. Dinner will be served in a few hours," he added.
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. He heard Trowa sighed as the boy's eyes closed. After a moment Heero went over and drewthe drapes across the porthole. Then with an almost ghostly touch he let his fingers gently run through Trowa's hair and bangs, tracing his cheek and then lifted them away. He shouldn't have done that... He turned and walked away, reaching back and halfway closing the door behind him.
Damn, Heero thought as he went to the next room and collapsed on his bed, I'm in way over my head. But Trowa won't stay. Trowa won't stay. He's not a pirate, he just wants to be returned to land. But if they got sidetracked, would he stay...?
Pairing: implied past 1x2, future/present 1x3
Author's Note: Okay. Thank-you all for reviewing my fic. I appreciate it greatly and I hope that you all like this chapter. After this chapter there will probably be no more Heero's Perspective/Trowa's Perspective fics... Okay? Enjoy the fic and please Read and Review. I love reviews almost as I love this couple!
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Chapter Eight pt. 2
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Heero growled as he went down the stairs and came across a kneeling Duo. The violet-eyed captain looked up at Heero, his eyes filled with pain. "It brings back so many memories...doesn't it?" Duo asked. His voice rasped in anguish and he swallowed, pulling himself into a standing position by means of the stair.
"Yes. It. Does." With each spoken word Heero descended two stairs towards him. Duo stood, releasing the rail and forcing himself to stand on his own. He held his head high as he eyed Heero warily.
"Well. Finish it off already," he exclaimed. Heero looked at him blankly and Duo
growled. "Look Heero, love, just stick it threw me and we'll cal it even, okay?" Duo asked sweetly. Heero glared advancing on Duo quickly, raising the blade as he did until the point was touching Duo's throat.
"There are better punishments then death, love," Heero stated. He said the last word with such a sneer that Duo's smile faultered. Heero slowly traced the tip down Duo's throat, leaving a stream of blood in it's wake. Then with a quick flick of the wrist he sliced a long, deep gash in Duo's chest and shoulder. "Until later," Heero murmured. He stepped back and Duo crumpled to the ground again.
Heero turned and ran up the stairs and across the deck. He jumped onto the
gangplank and surveyed his crew. They were all tiring quickly and dawn was beginning to show herself. Cursing under his breath he waved madly with his sword. "Fall back. Return at once to the Winged Soldier!" he hollered. The crew of the Winged Soldier fell back almost immediately under their captains orders and once the last person was on board, pulled the gangplanks over. Silently they slipped away into the dawn, watching the enemy until it appeared that they would not follow.
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Heero was fuming as he stormed up the stairs. Anna...how in the world could she? She had been under strict instruction to keep an eye on Trowa. Not to drink and goof off. He growled as he unlocked the door and entered the room, a few hourrs ago victory had been sweet, now it tasted sour.
A teen lay stretched out on the chaise lounge, shivering in the coolness. Heero smiled slightly. Well, maybe victory was regaining it's sweetness... He shook his head, banishing the thought. He reached over and grabbed a cotton blanket, drapping it over Trowa's shivering body. Heero watched as Trowa's eyes fluttered open, the emerald clouded by sleep confusion before latching onto Heero.. "What...What are you doing?" he asked.
Heero looked at him and sensed a smile almost gracing his lips...almost. "Your cold," he said. He reached over and took Trowa's hand, examining it. Then he reached down to the pail on the ground and picked up the wet cloth in it, beggining 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 he pulled out the wood fragments not brushed away by the wood. He heard Trowa hiss and looked up to see the gypsy close his eyes and bite 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 Heero knew had to be in his voice. He instantly hardened eyes so they were as cold as ever and after a moment, Trowa closed his eyes again. His face showing the pain he was in.
Finally Heero began to wrap the soft cotton badages around Trowa's hands. They were soft hands, a musician's hands... Heero shook his head and closed the other boy's hands carefully, laying them down ontop of Trowa's chest. Heero smiled when Trowa looked at him. "Thank-you," Trowa 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 the two pails of water and placing them on the table next to him. 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 with is, pressing it against Trowa's bottom lip. The blood stopped at the pressure and Heero tossed the cloth back into the pail. He was beautiful... Stop it Heero, he scolded himself, don't be a fool...
Trowa began to sit up and Heero stepped back instantly. Did he know what he'd been thinking? "Come with me. You should have a proper bed to sleep in," Heero said. Trowa nodded, seeming slightly uncertain and Heero smiled reassuringly, leading him to one of the closed doors that housed a bedroom. "Rest for a while. Dinner will be served in a few hours," he added.
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. He heard Trowa sighed as the boy's eyes closed. After a moment Heero went over and drewthe drapes across the porthole. Then with an almost ghostly touch he let his fingers gently run through Trowa's hair and bangs, tracing his cheek and then lifted them away. He shouldn't have done that... He turned and walked away, reaching back and halfway closing the door behind him.
Damn, Heero thought as he went to the next room and collapsed on his bed, I'm in way over my head. But Trowa won't stay. Trowa won't stay. He's not a pirate, he just wants to be returned to land. But if they got sidetracked, would he stay...?