Disclaimer: See prologue

A/N This story is for my sister, astheblackrosewilts. I told her I was writing a 1x3 and she asked if I could dedicate it to her since it's not really one of my favourite pairings, (Don't get me wrong I like most slash, but I just prefer others) but I know she really likes it, so, this is for you Bbz!

I've put this under angst, because thats how Heero is feeling, but I assure you it will turn out happy in the end.

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Chapter 1: Understanding and Passion

Heero's POV

Wasn't I supposed to be killed?

Why am I still here?

The final battle was supposed to be my final breath.

Do I have anything left worth living for?

(End POV)

"Yes..."

Startled Heero looked up

"You mustn't think like that."

"How did- ..."

"I can see it in your face; all the questions of 'why?' you just wanted everything to be over, you've tried enough times to end it yourself, but that didn't work."

"Yes, but everything I think about, it's all true." Heero stared, saw through the streaked window pain and lashing rain to something far off in the distance, wishes.

"Anyway, you wouldn't understand. You have Cathy and the circus, I have neither. No home no family."

"I understand better than you think; before I found out about Cathy and a place to call home, I was Nanashi, I did not have anything, not even a name. Than after the first war, there was peace for a while, I am a soldier, peace isn't natural for me. But I learned there was more to life than fighting and battles and now peace has come around for the second time, I have already accepted that no wars are better for everyone and all we pilots need to do is find something that's worth staying alive for."

"Such as?"

"A place to call your own, someone to help you; Duo and Quatre have each other, Wufei has Sally, Zechs has Noin, Relena and Dorothy have each other."

"Yes but who do I have?"

"..."

"No-one."

"Anyone."

"What?"

"Anyone you want."

"How?"

"Heero, you're honest, loyal, breathtaking and deep down you have a truly beautiful personality. It's only in combat when you're icy; which works better for you. All your other qualities are anything anyone could desire in a lover."

Heero blinked. No one had ever described him like that.

'Does he mean that from him, or just in general?'

"And that's from me Heero, but probably what most other people think as well."

Trowa sighed, he had really meant it, every word, he knew it was a long shot with Heero but he had tried.

The uni-banged pilot sighed.

Heero glanced; Trowa was gazing at the rain, tracing droplets down the glass and on to the ledge.

'He really meant it, I never thought I was more to him than an associate to him. He was always more to me but... I never though... anything in return. Lets hope he goddamned meant it!'

Trowa never broke his distant stare as his friend turned half-way towards him.

Heero leaned closer to him, hoping he had taken Trowa's gesture the right way.

His lips met another pair, brushing gently. The green-eyed boy turned is head so that they were square on. His hands wound around the Japanese boy's neck, as he initiated the next kiss, this one fiery, full of passion. Trowa drew a wet line along Heero's lips; they willing opened to allow him access to the true taste of Heero.

Heero ran his hands sensually up and down Trowa's wasted as a prodding tongue entered his mouth, Trowa tasted sweet like honey. He had hardly any breath left, but what did that matter? The only thing on his mind was this moment and this man.

End Chapter 1.

A/N Review please. Thanks

- Sunny Dragoness