Quatre and His Many Loves
WARNING: Oh and there's hints of yaoi in this chappie, but you prob wouldn't have made it this far if you didn't like that stuff non?
Disclaimer: I have never owned Gundam Wing and I am def not making any money off this fic.
ReddAlice: Hey! Glad you like this fic :) I changed that sentence in the first chapter, is it any better? Or should I just take it out all together? Meh.
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Chapter 3
Groaning softly I feel like this is starting to become a pattern pour moi. Waking up to pitch black after passing out. It would be hard to tell if I was actually awake or not except for the fact that now that since I came to, my head has started pounding and even though I can't see anything I feel the room spinning.
Suddenly I remember why I fainted.
Guess I was wrong ne? There must be an air supply somewhere. Relief spread through me as the blood continued its flow through my body.
I sigh and stare up at where I think the ceiling is wondering where I am.
I wonder who kidnapped me.. What's going to happen to me now.Heero will rescue me right? But what if he can't find me?
He'll find me; he IS the "Perfect Solider" after all.
Another sigh escapes my parted lips as I slowly sit up.
*thud*
Something just hit the floor.
Feeling my way with my hands I get down on the floor and search. The floor was not cold but not quite warm either. It was smooth but separated by thin lines. Hardwood floors, old ones. My finger tips bump into something hard.
The violin!
Least I won't go insane from not being able to see a thing. I have a violin to keep me company.
"I wonder what colour you are my friend?"
O gosh.I am talking to the violin.meh.it's not like there's anyone here to hear me!
Tenderly my gentle fingers stroke the smooth wood of the violin. They come across a slight groove. Tracing the pattern which my fingers recognize as a rose I smile blissfully remembering my own rose garden.
*~*~*~Flashback*~*~*~
I smile breathing in the soothing scent of the rose infront of my nose. Straightening I feel someone press up against my back and wrap his arms around my waist whispering softly in my ear, "I love you Quatre Raberba Winner."
Just as I am about to reply and turn around the arms are gone and the presence of the mysterious person gone.
My lips sigh out "Ai shiteru Heero."
*~*~*~End of Flashback*~*~*~
Now that I look back on that I am no longer certain that it was Heero that day.
Trowa always did have a way of disappearing in an instant. With that strong lithe body of his and his amazing back flips and jumping skills he could definitely have jumped right over the tall hedge surrounding the rose bush. He is awfully marvellous that way.
Feeling around on the floor again I search for the bow so that I could play.
Grinning happily as my finger tips once again find their target I grasp the long object in my hand holding the violin with the other.
Standing straight I slowly tune the instrument enjoying the sound after the prolonged silence.
My lips curve into a smile nearing perfection with the familiar and comforting sound of the violin. Slowly the tuning turns into a slow haunting song reflecting the ambience of the place I am being held in.
**Heero POV**
"Why the hell should he be alone" I snapped at Trowa, "he needs me to comfort him, especially after this whole new shit load of problems you just dumped on him!"
"Because he alone needs to sort out all the confusing emotions he must be feeling." Trowa softly replied though the anger was clearly heard in his voice. Whether that anger was directed at me or at himself for the way that Quatre found out about his love for him I will never know for just as Trowa finished speaking Duo burst into the room eyes wide.
He was holding a red rose. One of its thorns pierced a small slip of white paper. It read "Don't worry about your little friend here; we will take good care of him. As long as you cooperate. ~ Tod Stieg "
"Quatre's been kidnapped."
His words were like a sword piercing both mine and Trowa's hearts in one swift blow.
**Quat's POV again (**
Slowly as my song came to an end tears flooded my eyes and rolled down my ghostly cheeks.
I had once played the exact same song for Heero a few days after the war ended.
After finishing that song then I had also started crying like I am now.
Mourning for all the lives wasted.
All the families without fathers, including mine.
All the pointless destruction.
I had caused it all.
Heero had pulled me into his arms and held me in a comforting silence.
There was no Heero to hold me now. Only the darkness embraced me.
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Meanwhile.
In a room adjacent to the one holding Quatre a foppish (A/N *ahem* foppish: effecting extreme elegance in dress and manner) man sat in a high backed chair sandy blond hair sleeked back against his head slate coloured eyes resting on the bald headed man kneeling infront of him.
A melodic voice permeated the silence, "Report."
Without raising his gaze or body from the floor the kneeling man responded, "The target was successfully subdued and captured, and one of my men stayed to make sure they found the note." He chuckled, "he said they didn't take it very well when they found it."
"Good. Now we wait. Then we shall send them their first orders."
Sensing he was dismissed the man on the floor back away never raising his gaze above the ground. Once out of the room the man stood his odd eyes sweeping the hallway before he strode down the hallway to prepare his men for the coming 'events'.
Slate eyes slid away from the empty doorway onto a dark panel holding a pale tear stained face staring straight ahead. Soft pink lips curved into a small smile thinking of all the pleasure he would soon be receiving from that angel.
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Tbc.
I love all my reviewers!*glomps*
And my beta when she sends me back my chapters ;) *glomps*
WARNING: Oh and there's hints of yaoi in this chappie, but you prob wouldn't have made it this far if you didn't like that stuff non?
Disclaimer: I have never owned Gundam Wing and I am def not making any money off this fic.
ReddAlice: Hey! Glad you like this fic :) I changed that sentence in the first chapter, is it any better? Or should I just take it out all together? Meh.
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Chapter 3
Groaning softly I feel like this is starting to become a pattern pour moi. Waking up to pitch black after passing out. It would be hard to tell if I was actually awake or not except for the fact that now that since I came to, my head has started pounding and even though I can't see anything I feel the room spinning.
Suddenly I remember why I fainted.
Guess I was wrong ne? There must be an air supply somewhere. Relief spread through me as the blood continued its flow through my body.
I sigh and stare up at where I think the ceiling is wondering where I am.
I wonder who kidnapped me.. What's going to happen to me now.Heero will rescue me right? But what if he can't find me?
He'll find me; he IS the "Perfect Solider" after all.
Another sigh escapes my parted lips as I slowly sit up.
*thud*
Something just hit the floor.
Feeling my way with my hands I get down on the floor and search. The floor was not cold but not quite warm either. It was smooth but separated by thin lines. Hardwood floors, old ones. My finger tips bump into something hard.
The violin!
Least I won't go insane from not being able to see a thing. I have a violin to keep me company.
"I wonder what colour you are my friend?"
O gosh.I am talking to the violin.meh.it's not like there's anyone here to hear me!
Tenderly my gentle fingers stroke the smooth wood of the violin. They come across a slight groove. Tracing the pattern which my fingers recognize as a rose I smile blissfully remembering my own rose garden.
*~*~*~Flashback*~*~*~
I smile breathing in the soothing scent of the rose infront of my nose. Straightening I feel someone press up against my back and wrap his arms around my waist whispering softly in my ear, "I love you Quatre Raberba Winner."
Just as I am about to reply and turn around the arms are gone and the presence of the mysterious person gone.
My lips sigh out "Ai shiteru Heero."
*~*~*~End of Flashback*~*~*~
Now that I look back on that I am no longer certain that it was Heero that day.
Trowa always did have a way of disappearing in an instant. With that strong lithe body of his and his amazing back flips and jumping skills he could definitely have jumped right over the tall hedge surrounding the rose bush. He is awfully marvellous that way.
Feeling around on the floor again I search for the bow so that I could play.
Grinning happily as my finger tips once again find their target I grasp the long object in my hand holding the violin with the other.
Standing straight I slowly tune the instrument enjoying the sound after the prolonged silence.
My lips curve into a smile nearing perfection with the familiar and comforting sound of the violin. Slowly the tuning turns into a slow haunting song reflecting the ambience of the place I am being held in.
**Heero POV**
"Why the hell should he be alone" I snapped at Trowa, "he needs me to comfort him, especially after this whole new shit load of problems you just dumped on him!"
"Because he alone needs to sort out all the confusing emotions he must be feeling." Trowa softly replied though the anger was clearly heard in his voice. Whether that anger was directed at me or at himself for the way that Quatre found out about his love for him I will never know for just as Trowa finished speaking Duo burst into the room eyes wide.
He was holding a red rose. One of its thorns pierced a small slip of white paper. It read "Don't worry about your little friend here; we will take good care of him. As long as you cooperate. ~ Tod Stieg "
"Quatre's been kidnapped."
His words were like a sword piercing both mine and Trowa's hearts in one swift blow.
**Quat's POV again (**
Slowly as my song came to an end tears flooded my eyes and rolled down my ghostly cheeks.
I had once played the exact same song for Heero a few days after the war ended.
After finishing that song then I had also started crying like I am now.
Mourning for all the lives wasted.
All the families without fathers, including mine.
All the pointless destruction.
I had caused it all.
Heero had pulled me into his arms and held me in a comforting silence.
There was no Heero to hold me now. Only the darkness embraced me.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Meanwhile.
In a room adjacent to the one holding Quatre a foppish (A/N *ahem* foppish: effecting extreme elegance in dress and manner) man sat in a high backed chair sandy blond hair sleeked back against his head slate coloured eyes resting on the bald headed man kneeling infront of him.
A melodic voice permeated the silence, "Report."
Without raising his gaze or body from the floor the kneeling man responded, "The target was successfully subdued and captured, and one of my men stayed to make sure they found the note." He chuckled, "he said they didn't take it very well when they found it."
"Good. Now we wait. Then we shall send them their first orders."
Sensing he was dismissed the man on the floor back away never raising his gaze above the ground. Once out of the room the man stood his odd eyes sweeping the hallway before he strode down the hallway to prepare his men for the coming 'events'.
Slate eyes slid away from the empty doorway onto a dark panel holding a pale tear stained face staring straight ahead. Soft pink lips curved into a small smile thinking of all the pleasure he would soon be receiving from that angel.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Tbc.
I love all my reviewers!*glomps*
And my beta when she sends me back my chapters ;) *glomps*