Hi, this is the first of the three (unrelated) alternative sequels to 'Sorrow'.
This is the happiest (but shortest) of the three versions, and it is also the ending with the closest timeline to the actual GW / Endless Waltz series.
Ganki: Thank you for loving this fic so far. Yes, I do want dear Hee-bear to be happy too, most of the time at least (laugh). Sometimes though, I just so love to torture him and Trowa (maniacal laughter) and that coz I love them the most. (major sweatdrop) Well anyway, I do hope that you will enjoy (Grief) the ending of your choice.
YaoiCyberCat: Thanks you for your encouraging review. Err... why do I end 'Sorrow' in that manner? (grins) Because I'm evil and I so love g-boys torture and angst, it's just so make my day... Mwahahaha!! And, I'm really sorry, but I don't write 5x3 (because I'm just not use to writing that pairing, and so they will probably turn out to be way too OOC for my liking.) But well, for your sake, I did add in a short little sweet Wufei and Trowa friendship moment at the start of 'Woe'.
Trowa's Tenshi (laugh) Err yes, poor Heero.... (evil glint in eyes). And most definitely, the boys are way to hot for their own good... If they won't so cool, I probably would have torture them less, but too bad since I like them so much, they'll just have to suffer in my hands (sinister grins). BTW, thanks a lot for reading and reviewing. I hope you'll enjoy reading these endings (or at least one of them...)
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STANDARD DISCLAIMER APPLIED: I do not own Gundam Wing.
Title: Grief (Sequel to "Sorrow")
Date written: 09112004 (Tuesday)
Language: British English
Warnings: 1x3, 4x3 (at the start), yaoi, presence of some mild spoilers for 'Endless Waltz' (I try to skip through mentioning too much of it).
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(TROWA's POV)
After the Eve War had finally reached its closure, four out of five of us (the ex-Gundam pilots) had agreed to destroy our Gundams in welcome of the newly discovered peace.
By biding farewell to my Gundam, the representation of my old life... and by sending it off on its one-way voyage to merge with the blazing ball of fire far off in the horizon, I was not just severing my old connections to the war... but to me, I was also cutting myself off from all the things that were tied up with it... such as my love for Heero... The love that was found and lost with the war...
It is time for me to move on... and start on anew with Quatre. Even after I had confessed to Quatre about my attraction for Heero and how Heero had scornfully rejected my love and had completely shattered my heart, Quatre did not spurned me, instead he had kindly opened up his arms and welcomed me back within the shelter of his heart. Furthermore, straight after the war had ended, Quatre had sought me out and had sweetly asked me to return together with him to his estate at L4.
However, why was it so difficult for me to let go of the past? Why couldn't I just move on? Why was I still grieving? Why did my heart have to insist on continuing with its never-ending pinning for Heero?
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(TROWA's POV)
It had barely been a month since I had arrived at Quatre's luxurious home on L4, but already I knew that I had made a mistake by accepting Quatre's offer of love. It was terribly unfair for him to be with someone who could never love him the way he deserved. And, so I knew that I had to leave... I had to leave this secure shelter of Quatre and be on my own again...
I did not want to be alone again, but I knew that it was the right thing to do. Yes, in the short-term, he would probably be hurt by my choice, but it was for the best... And one day... one fine day, he would wake up and thank me for making this choice...
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(QUATRE's POV)
Many a times, others had insisted that I had some kind of empathic abilities that had allowed me to read people's emotions accurately. But, I had never thought that it was true... up till that very moment...
When I had entered the bedroom that I was sharing with Trowa, the very first thing that I had saw was a stoic Trowa sitting by the window staring out blindly into space... and right at that moment, before he had even said a single word, I had already knew that I had lost him...
I walked up to him, and gently put a comforting hand on his shoulder and only then, did he finally notice my presence in the room.
"Quatre, I think that it's time for me to go. I have taken up your kind hospitality for too long," he said. I could hear a minute wavering to his usual monotone. I could see through see through his almost calm façade to the boiling uncertainties below.
And so I helped him on. In my most gentle and soothing voice I replied, "Trowa, it's alright. I won't say that it doesn't hurt, because it does. Very much so. But, I do understand and respect your choice, for I know that you must have already contemplated it deeply and thoroughly."
"I'm truly sorry."
"I know, but you needn't be, you had not done anything wrong. It was my choice to have you here."
"But I..."
"Shhhhhh. Like I've said, it is alright, so don't worry. Everything will turn out fine," I interrupted him, with a sad but genuine smile on my face.
"..." He just stared back mutely at me, for he was at a lost of how to respond in such a situation. Trowa's bleak past had never given him much opportunity to learn how to interact with others, especially on topics that dealt strongly with emotions. He never was as cold a person as others tended to think he was, instead he had always acted so aloof not because he couldn't feel, but because he had feelings that he didn't know how to react to.
Looking at the vulnerability that was slowly leaking through his mask of calmness, I knew that both he and I needed a proper closure, before we could truly let go, so with my arms outstretched towards him, I stated my request, "Trowa, let me have you for one more night. Let me love you for one more time. Let us be together one last time. And after that... we'll set each other free."
He nodded.
On receiving his acceptance, I pulled him towards me and gently tugged him towards our bed... the bed that would bear witness to our final night of passion...
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(TROWA's POV)
Just when I was leaving his place, Quatre had halted me and said, "Trowa, I've always believed that Heero had lied when he claimed that he didn't love and care for you. Even till today, I can still vividly remember how upset he clearly was when he had thought that you had died in the explosion of Vayate. He had gone totally ballistic, and at that time, I had in fact thought that my life would be lost at his revenging hands. I sincerely think that you should go and seek him out. And I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you this earlier. It was selfish of me to wish you for my own, when deep down I knew you would have been happier with Heero. I'm truly sorry and I wish that you and Heero will once again find happiness in each other arms.
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(TROWA's POV)
Months had passed, since the time I had left Quatre. Right after I had left him, I had gone back to the only place that I knew I would be comfortable in... The circus, my home that I had found during the war. I had not forgotten Quatre words, but I didn't dare to believe it. I didn't dare to hope. Hence, I did the only thing I could: I escaped... I forced down my heart-wrenching desire to find Heero and ran away from my emotions, ran away to my hiding place: the circus...
And now, here I was, sitting on the same bed that Heero had once slept in for over a month; the very same bed that we had first made love in... And now, here I was pinning away for a love that was lost; yearning to be once again back within the enclosure of his strong arms... Heero, will you ever be mine again?
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(TROWA's POV)
Barely a year of peace had existed, before we were tossed back mercilessly into war again...
Relena Peacecraft (the present vice foreign minister of the Earth Sphere Unified Nation) was kidnapped at L3 by Mariemaia Khushrenada, daughter of the deceased Trieze Khushrenada, and granddaughter of the cunning and overly-ambitious Dekim Barton.
And so it had started all over again...
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(HEERO's POV)
I had to save Relena... I had to stop Mariemaia... I had to stop the war...
With these thoughts in mind, I stumbled my way towards Mariemaia (the child-perpetrator of this new war). I pulled out my pistol and attempted to shoot her down, but my gun was empty.
I felt so wearied... so tired... and I knew that my time was finally up...
I was finally free... I no longer would be required to kill anyone anymore...
And so, I gave in to the beckoning lure of the darkness...
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(HEERO's POV)
I woke up in a daze... It appeared that I had miraculously escaped the clutches of death one more time.
I shook my head slightly, trying to rid myself off the hazy disorientation that I felt, and then I slowly sat up and studied my surroundings.
The place looked way to familiar. It was a place that I knew by heart; it was the place that I had the most beautiful dreams on...
Once again, I found myself waking up in Trowa's bed in his trailer of the circus.
At that very moment, the door swung opened...and in walked the wingless angel of my heart... and once again I found myself drowned by his glorious beauty...
"Heero," he greeted in his soft-spoken manner.
"Trowa," I answered as I stared deeply into his mesmerizing emerald orbs.
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(TROWA's POV)
Once again, I almost lost him to sweet death...
And with his recklessness, I was pretty sure that somewhere in the future, death would came courting him again... and just the thought of that was enough to rip my heart into shreds...
With a sudden strong need to reassure myself that he was truly alive, I bended down and kissed him on his lips; his deliciously warm lips...
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(HEERO's POV)
When I first felt his tender lips brushing against my cracked ones, I was stunned for a moment, but when I felt his lovely soft lips leaving mine, I quickly reacted. I leaned forth, pulled him in my arms and kissed him soundly.
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(TROWA's POV)
After we had finally broken apart for much needed air, Heero had looked me straight in my eyes and asked, "Why?"
"I had left Quatre."
"You have?" I noticed a glimpse of hope in his eyes.
I nodded.
"Why?" He questioned.
"He is not the one that my heart truly wanted."
"Who is?"
In a quiet voice, I whispered, "You."
"Me too," was the only words he had said before he pulled me into bed.
And no more words were said that night, for words were not at all necessary to express our emotions. Instead, both of us had much rather used our actions to express what words alone could not.
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(HEERO's POV)
It seemed like things had finally returned a full circle... and once again, we are together ... and so like ivy and wall, we would stand together and we would face our fall together...
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Faraway in L4, Quatre stared off into the night sky, and silently prayed that his love would be reunited with the one he loved...
And right when he had finished his prayer, a shooting star appeared, and he knew that his wish was granted and he realized that heaven too had been touched by the deep love shared between Heero and Trowa and had given its silent blessing...
The End.
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I hope that you have enjoyed reading this version.