Me: HEYS agains! ~starts doing a dance
Duo: What is she doing now?
Kristen: Dancing I think..
Quatre: Why is she doing that?
Lily: because, she's almost finshed writing this whole story!
Wufei: GOOD! That means we can finally get away from this place, her brother is starting to drive me more insane than her!
Heero: Ignore him, or hit him Wufei.
Me: Has always worked for me! Now, cause Trowa hasn't said anything, he gets to do the Disclaimer!
Trowa: Mistress of Anime does not own Gundam Wing.
Lily: Wufei.~holding up some duct tape~ it's also called this..
~*~Chapter 7~*~
~*~*~In Need Of An Angel~*~*~
It was dark when Quarter woke up; there was also a feeling of relative clam. It took him a few moments to realise that he was in his bedroom, and there was an arm draped over his side, holding onto both his hands. He turned his head around in the dim light to find Trowa's sleeping face. He turned back around, and practically buried his face into a pillow. Maybe Ulysses was right; Trowa deserved someone much better than his self. He only seemed to be causing trouble.
Yet it had seemed so long sine he had been held this way, and he felt so tired, that he was quickly once again asleep.
~*~
"Trowa, shouldn't you be going back to work any time soon?" Asked Quatre sitting on the couch, while Trowa was doing something in the kitchen. A week has passed since the last 'Incident'.
"It depends on if I trust you enough," he responded, "And shouldn't you be thinking the same thing? You are the head of the Winner family." Quatre shook his head readily.
"No."
"You know you haven't even stepped out of this place for the past 3 weeks, and they did catch the guy that did it," he added cautiously to the end. Once again Quatre shook his head.
"I can't." his voice trailed off as Trowa walked more into the room.
There was a moment of semi awkward silence, before Trowa spoke.
"Quatre, you just can't stay here for the rest of your life, you're going to have to get out of here sometime. If you want we'll go for a walk around the block right now." Quatre just shook his head no once again, and said nothing slight tears coming to his eyes. Trowa saw this and wrapped his arms around him to stop him from crying before he even began.
"I just don't like to see you like this at all Quatre." Trowa said quietly, "When you're ready just tell me." Quatre nodded, and curled more into Trowa's chest resting there for a while, while Trowa patted his hair.
~*~*~
Quatre: SO what is this story about anyways?
Kristen: You still haven't seen any of it?
Quatre: No.that why I want to see it.
Me: ~pulls some random not even close to be posted story file from computer~ That's it!
Duo: Nice move.
Quatre: Hey! They have names like ours.
Lily: Please review, cause the next chapter is longer, and this way, she doesn't have to loose sleep over the fact no one reads her stories.
Me: I swear I suffer from insomnia.
Duo: What is she doing now?
Kristen: Dancing I think..
Quatre: Why is she doing that?
Lily: because, she's almost finshed writing this whole story!
Wufei: GOOD! That means we can finally get away from this place, her brother is starting to drive me more insane than her!
Heero: Ignore him, or hit him Wufei.
Me: Has always worked for me! Now, cause Trowa hasn't said anything, he gets to do the Disclaimer!
Trowa: Mistress of Anime does not own Gundam Wing.
Lily: Wufei.~holding up some duct tape~ it's also called this..
~*~Chapter 7~*~
~*~*~In Need Of An Angel~*~*~
It was dark when Quarter woke up; there was also a feeling of relative clam. It took him a few moments to realise that he was in his bedroom, and there was an arm draped over his side, holding onto both his hands. He turned his head around in the dim light to find Trowa's sleeping face. He turned back around, and practically buried his face into a pillow. Maybe Ulysses was right; Trowa deserved someone much better than his self. He only seemed to be causing trouble.
Yet it had seemed so long sine he had been held this way, and he felt so tired, that he was quickly once again asleep.
~*~
"Trowa, shouldn't you be going back to work any time soon?" Asked Quatre sitting on the couch, while Trowa was doing something in the kitchen. A week has passed since the last 'Incident'.
"It depends on if I trust you enough," he responded, "And shouldn't you be thinking the same thing? You are the head of the Winner family." Quatre shook his head readily.
"No."
"You know you haven't even stepped out of this place for the past 3 weeks, and they did catch the guy that did it," he added cautiously to the end. Once again Quatre shook his head.
"I can't." his voice trailed off as Trowa walked more into the room.
There was a moment of semi awkward silence, before Trowa spoke.
"Quatre, you just can't stay here for the rest of your life, you're going to have to get out of here sometime. If you want we'll go for a walk around the block right now." Quatre just shook his head no once again, and said nothing slight tears coming to his eyes. Trowa saw this and wrapped his arms around him to stop him from crying before he even began.
"I just don't like to see you like this at all Quatre." Trowa said quietly, "When you're ready just tell me." Quatre nodded, and curled more into Trowa's chest resting there for a while, while Trowa patted his hair.
~*~*~
Quatre: SO what is this story about anyways?
Kristen: You still haven't seen any of it?
Quatre: No.that why I want to see it.
Me: ~pulls some random not even close to be posted story file from computer~ That's it!
Duo: Nice move.
Quatre: Hey! They have names like ours.
Lily: Please review, cause the next chapter is longer, and this way, she doesn't have to loose sleep over the fact no one reads her stories.
Me: I swear I suffer from insomnia.