As they entered the ballroom, several people greeted them. Une and Noin were talking to Relena, while Miliardo talked with Heero.
"Trowa," Hilde said hurrying over to him and Duo. "Congratulations."
"Hilde, can you help me please," called Relena.
"Coming," said Hilde as she dashed away.
"What's going on, Duo?" asked Trowa.
"The same thing that's been going on for nearly a week now," Duo said. "You okay, buddy? Not having cold feet are you?"
"No," Trowa said confused.
"Everyone get into place," Heero said. "We're about to start."
Heero, Duo, Wufie, and Trowa all proceeded to the front where they lined up and waited for everything to begin. The doors opened and the music began to play. Everyone fell silent as two little girls walked in and began to spread flower petals down the aisle. Next came a line of young girls in their teens. Finally, the bride entered the room draped in white fabric of lace and satin.
There were many 'oohs' and 'aahs' as the bride reached the priest and the Gundam boys. As the bride flipped her vale over head, Trowa saw that it was Quatre. His eyes widened as he took in his lover's beauty. A pair of strong hands pushed him forward towards Quatre.
What's going on? Thought Trowa. Why is Quatre in a wedding dress and not Sally? Isn't this suppose to be Wufie and Sally's wedding? Wait! Am I dreaming? Oh god I hope so. He looked at his young lover as he stood beside him. He is so gorgeous. Like an angel sent from heaven.
The priest's words filled the room but Trowa could barely hear them. His mind was locked on Quatre and his splendor. Oh how Trowa wanted to sweep the young angel off his feet and run away with him. He wanted to completely forget the world around them and just living in peace.
Suddenly, a loud crash came from behind them. Trowa spun around and there pouring into the ballroom were OZ soldiers. They began to shoot everyone in the room. People started running for their lives as the soldiers moved closer.
Something grabbed Trowa's arm. Trowa looked to his right and saw Quatre falling to the ground. Everything slowed down as if someone had hit the slow motion button on a tape. The sound of the bullets as they flew pass Trowa's ears sounded like bees buzzing angrily. Then, as if someone took his or her finger off the slow motion button, everything was back to normal speed.
Trowa dropped to his knees and scooped Quatre into his arms. As his emerald eyes traveled over his lover's white gown, they laid upon ruby red blood. He put his fingers in it and it was warm to the touch. His mind stopped.
The worse had happened. Quatre had been shot and he was loosing blood fast. Trowa looked into his lover's sapphire blue eyes and saw that his life was slipping from him.
"Trowa," whispered Quatre. "Trowa."
"It's okay, Quatre," whispered Trowa. "Everything's going to be okay."
"I can feel it," Quatre said. "I can feel its warmth."
"No, you can't leave," Trowa said angrily. "You can't leave me, Quatre! You can't!"
"I'm sorry, Trowa," he said. "I'm slipping."
"Stay with me please, Quatre!"
He could hear his voice cracking. He was going to start crying any moment now.
"It's so cold. Hold me, Trowa. Please, hold me."
"Okay. Just hold on. Everything is going to be okay. Just stay with me."
"I love you, Trowa. I always will."
"I love you too, Quatre."
Quatre was getting colder to the touch by the second. His soul would soon be leaving. Trowa began to rock back and forth with the young prince in his arms.
So much blood. Thought Trowa. Not all of this could be his.
"Good bye, Trowa," whispered Quatre.
But to Trowa it sounded like the wind as it carried off his beloved's soul. A steam of afternoon sunlight poured in upon them through a nearby window. Trowa looked at the window and, for a second, he thought he saw his loving Quatre's spirit sitting there in the window smiling at him. Something wet rolled down Trowa's cheek. He touched his cheek and knew at once that they were tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Trowa," said a gentle voice. "Trowa."
Trowa's eyes snapped open and he found himself back in Quatre's bedroom. It was night. His heart was hammering beneath his chest and his breathing was rapid. A solid black form sat beside him.
"You okay, Trowa," said the gentle voice again.
It was Quatre.
"I'm fine," Trowa said.
He's still alive! Trowa thought putting a hand to his head. It was just a dream! No OZ soldiers shooting at them and killing people!
"You were shaking," Quatre said, "so badly that it woke me. I thought you were having a seizure or something."
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you," Trowa said. "I was having a bad dream."
"It's okay," said Quatre. "What were you dreaming of?"
"Us," said Trowa running a hand over the young Arabian's cheek. "We were getting married and everyone was there."
"That doesn't sound bad," Quatre said.
"It wasn't," Trowa said. "Then OZ came in and started killing everyone and you got shot."
"That's not good. Did I die?"
Trowa didn't respond.
"Oh. But it was only a dream. I'm here and I'm alive."
"And for that I will always be thankful."
Trowa kissed his lover and they went back to sleep. The next morning went perfectly. No one died and Sally and Wufie set off into the sunset happy as ever.
The End