I'm going to delete this
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. They belong to Sotsu Agency&Bandai, lucky them...sniffffff...Yet, I made Trowa speak, HAHA:O
I can't believe I'm doing this... All right, I'm not the most eloquent guy living, I know. But sometimes, just sometimes, I fell like talking. To myself, of course. There are ways to do that. Like, you can think of yourself as another person and talk in third person, or just talk in first person- that sounds funny though.
My life never seemed to have some deeper meaning. People think I'm so mysterious cause no one knows my real name and origin but that can cut both ways. I don't know who I am, not that I really care. Catherine cares.
Did you ever listen to a song for a whole night? Pressed ''repeat'' and just let one song play? After some time you start noticing the background notes you haven't noticed before. That deeper melody completely separated from what you're supposed to hear.
Yesterday I went over to Heero and Duo's place. It reminded me of those old catastrophe movies, black and white. Heero's books categorized in alphabetical order and on the same shelf, Duo's comic opened to the page he was on. Pristine doors to Heero's room and a sock on Duo's doorknob. I wonder how they manage? I went there to tell them about some party Relena invited me to, adding she couldn't reach Heero and hoping I would invite him if I saw him. Duo jumped on me as soon as I walked in screaming how he hasn't seen me in ages, Heero nodding from couch. ''Planet of Apes'' on TV. I guess it's Duo's movie night since Heero's giving me that suicidal-homicidal-look. It was strange Relena told me she couldn't reach them, since they claimed they already knew about the whole thing. I knew then, Trowa, you've just been dragged into a love game. Last thing I need right now...
I went to a shop to get myself some orange juice the other day and noticed some girl following me through those soup rows. I ignored it hoping she'll just get lost but...She approached me right by the freezer and while the smell of frozen meat chilled my nostrils she went on and on how she knew who I was the minute she saw me, how she adores Heavyarms (as if she has ever seen it, except on TV) blah blah blah. I tend to unplug myself during a boring conversation. I have a fan girl-that was obvious even to me. Oh boy...
On my way back from shop, I dropped by Quatre's to borrow a suit (it's not my favourite clothing). His butler looked at me as if I was an empty chips bag and let me in after quite a long time, just because he knew me. And I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have if Quatre didn't tell him he'd fire him if he didn't let his friends in. ''Huge'' gets quite another definition once you've entered Quatre's mansion.
He was making a maquette of some new building but was happy to see me. He would've said that even if Treize Kushrenada walked in. First, I had to listen to whole speech about the ''need of possessing a suit'' before he took me to his wardrobe. Did I say wardrobe, well, I meant a whole new house full of clothes! The only problem was that I'm much taller so each suit I tried made me look like a hungry painter who stole some clothes from his evil rich tiny brother. I thanked him and headed to Wufei's.
A) Laconic
B) Ascetic
C) Spartan
D) all above
I think I'd go for D in Wufei's case. Think of the house with daggers, swords, katanas etc instead of paintings and it's not a sadomasochistic bordello, ta da! Wufei's place! When I asked him for a suit, he suggested I wore one of his traditional Chinese uniforms since I don't know where I originated from anyways. I said I couldn't be Chinese since my hair is brown and my eyes are green. He got insulted and threw me out. Way to go Trowa...
And now, nothing left but shopping. I hate shopping. I went into a first shop called ''Sir Andrew'', name made me actually laugh (and I never laugh) so I decide to give it a shot. Old guy's name was, you guess, Andrew and he started measuring me as soon as I entered. Andrew suggested I started eating more meat and vegetables. I've tried each thing he had in that shop, not wilfully. He waited until HE was satisfied with my appearance before letting me buy. Thankfully, he allowed me to buy a black suit and a cravat and reminded me he knew a really good hairdresser. I decided to ignore that sentence.
Back at my room, I could finally just lie on my bed and stare into the wall letting Enigma play ''I love you, I'll kill you''. It's so funny how you get used to your routine and complain you hate it, but once it's broken you miss it. Some people are never bored. I wonder how they manage it? That's the one emotion you can't express by some visible gag like crying or laughing. It's a safe hideout once you get over emotional. But, maybe it's not boredom? Maybe it's some kind of life philosophy? I'll have to ask Wufei...If he ever speaks to me again.
I don't know what happened to me to get into this ''writing thing'' in the first place. Duo made me do it. It's not really like me to express myself by conversing to strangers. Now, I'm going to have to stop doing this before I loose my identity. I'm Trowa, for crying out loud! I don't talk too much! I don't write confessions! I know what to do...I'll delete this thing right now.
I wrote this fic completely aware of Trowa's unwillingness to speak so I had to limit my natural ''eloquence'', ;O.
