Author: Dae Yuy
Archive: fanfiction.net, if you want it just ask
Warnings: Very short, shounen-ai, sap, unbeta-ed
Rating: PG-13 (to be safe)
Pairings: 31
Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Gundam Wing, unless of course my maniacal plan to take over the world works.
Spoilers: Not really, but then again, is there ever?
Feedback: 'gets down on knees' PLEASE!
Author's Notes: For all of you who were hoping for another "Blood Type O" chapter, I'm sorry! I'm trying I really am. Just bear with me.
Author's Note 2: Okay, this is a bit different for me. It is my first posted 31, the pairing that has become somewhat of a new obsession. I am, however, still a firm believer of 2x1, so never fear. 'waves 2x1 flag'
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Trowa sighed as he gazed out the immense floor to ceiling windows of his penthouse apartment. Thick droplets of rain were pounding on the widows, the rhythmic sound stretching through the whole of his home. He knew he should probably be in bed, it was nearing one in the morning after all, but he didn't care. He sat in his favourite chair, under the soft glow of a lamp reading a book and listening to the rain. Even though the weather was constantly trying to lure him into slumber, he felt an odd restlessness course through his body, like a great cat in a a cage.
He was so immersed in watching the rain that he jumped almost right out of his seat upon hearing a soft knock on the door. His brow furrowed wondering who could be calling on him at this time of the night-morning. He put his novel aside, rising gracefully to his feet and over to the door. Opening it carefully he peered around then brought it to it's full span. Standing on the plush carpet, sopping wet was Heero Yuy. His arms hung loosely at his sides, having an anxious look in his sapphire blues that did not belong there.
"I..." Heero began, but couldn't get the words out. Trowa still puzzled ushered the Japanese young man in, fetching him a towel and leading him to the opposite end of the apartment. He looked over 01 up and down, chewing his lip lightly.
"I'll get you something dry to wear." Trowa said, "I'm afraid that it may be too big though." Heero didn't say anything, just retained that strange lost look in his eyes.
"I have a spare room that you can use." Trowa began, rifling through his dresser drawers and pulling out forest green pyjamas, "I'll just change the sheets and then-"
"No." Heero said quietly.
"No? You don't want me to change the sheets?" Trowa asked, turning back around and watched Heero play with the buttons on the night clothes.
"No. I don't want to be alone." Heero said, his voice trembling ever so slightly, as he rose his head and looked imploringly into Trowa's deep emerald eyes.
"Please Trowa." he said softly, quietly. Trowa gnawed his lip, he didn't think it was such a great idea, after their history together. Brief though it may have been.
"Onegai Trowa." Heero said, desperation creeping into his tone, as if reading the European's thoughts. He could always do that to Trowa, read his mind and feelings. Heero Yuy had always known the right buttons to push and the right strings to pull. And right now the little Japanese boy was tugging particularly hard on his heart string. Not being able to stop himself, Trowa approached Heero, sweeping the other up in his arms, wet though he was.
"What happened Heero." Trowa whispered in the other's ear, posing it more of a demand than a question.
"Andy threw me out." Heero whispered, the rest of his words coming out in a rush, "And Duo disappeared and Wufei got shot and Relena's ignoring me. Quatre was kind, but busy. God Trowa, I'm sorry, I knew me coming would probably upset you but I had nowhere else to go." Heero clung to Trowa's shirt, dampening it with his tears, "Please don't leave me like everyone else did."
"Heero they aren't gone. Wufei will be fine, Relena's preoccupied, Quatre's busy and Duo's-" Trowa stopped, he couldn't think of an explanation for Duo and Heero's boyfriend Andy was just an asshole.
"I won't leave you Heero." Trowa said softly, pulling back just slightly, pushing Heero's sopping wet jacket off of his shoulders. He slowly unbuttoned Heero's shirt as the Japanese clutched the pyjamas close. He pulled the garment over the other's head, never breaking eye contact, "I will never leave you again." Trowa whispered. He paused when he reached the buckle of Heero's belt, but when he received no objections, he continued on with his task. He had not to worry about the other's shoes for he had instinctively taken them off as part of his Japanese heritage. He redressed the other young man in the pyjamas and swept him up in his arms, laying Heero on the bed and removing his socks.
"I will never leave you again." Trowa repeated, bending over to place a gentle kiss on the complacent lips, "Ever."
Heero's eyes were heavy with moisture and the tears had dried on his cheeks, but Trowa thought that he had never looked more beautiful; dwarfed in the much too large pyjamas, hair damp and lips red, laying back on fluffy pillows as the shadows of rain drops danced across his face.
"Domo arigato, Tori-chan." Heero whispered, "Thank you, Trowa." Trowa merely smiled and dropped a gentle kiss on Heero's lips once again.
End Story One
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I'm thinking of doing a sequel, but it depends on response. 'hint, hint'