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Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
Rating doesn't apply till later.
WARNING: YAOI and Relena bashing and some swearing!
Chapter 2: For You
Quatre had to be one of the most persistent people alive, this is what Trowa decided as he heard Quatre banging on his door and yelling for the fourth day in a room. He had barely moved, let alone left his apartment. He smelled and felt like hell, and was really in no condition to be seen by anyone, let alone the person he wanted trying to seduce… had wanted trying to seduce. Quatre wasn't his to seduce anymore, he moaned softly at the thought of never having Quatre or his slender curves. He quickly attempted to banish those thoughts and buried his face into the blanket wrapped around him.
"Trowa, open the door or I'll break it down," Quatre sounded both angry and desperate, "Come on Trowa, I'm getting really worried. It's been four days and you've refused to see any of us guys."
Trowa groaned finally getting up out of bed and going near enough to the door that he knew Quatre would hear him, "Go away Quatre, I'm sick. I don't want you to catch it. I'll be up in a few days."
"Thank Allah you're alive. I was getting really worried, now open this damn door."
"No, I'm fine I don't want you to get sick, just go I'm sure I'm contagious."
"Let me in Trowa, I want to make sure you're taking care of yourself. You sound awful, do you need a doctor?"
"Quatre, stop mothering. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. It's probably just a cold; I'll be fine in a couple of days. Just go home." Trowa knew this was his last desperate attempt to get rid of Quatre, who he desperately didn't want to see after the other day's announcement.
Trowa could hear an angry growl leave Quatre's throat followed by an authoritative voice coming through the door that he had only heard when Quatre was conducting business meetings. "I swear to Allah that if you don't open this door right now you will regret it. Especially after the way you acted the other day, what is wrong with you?"
The door clicked signifying that the lock was undone. Trowa quickly retreated back to the couch wrapping himself in a blanket. The door burst open moments later to reveal a rather frazzled looking Quatre, his face etched with worry and concern. The blinds on the windows were pulled plunging the room into a gloomy darkness and it took a few minutes for Quatre's eyes to adjust to the poor light. The apartment was messier than usual, dirty clothing and dishes arranged sporadically around the apartment. Trowa sat on the couch wrapped so tightly in the blanket it almost acted as a sarcophagus, a mound of tissues was next to him on the couch.
Quatre scuttled over to him, fussing, "Finally, took you long enough. You can be really stubborn when you want to."
Trowa flushed lightly as Quatre's hands brushes across his forehead to check his temperature and then drifted down to his neck in order to check for swollen glands. "Well, you don't have a fever, but the glands in your neck are swollen. Its probably just a cold, like you said."
Trowa sighed and nodded in silent agreement. He was not a man of many words and Quatre's presence so near to him was robbing of what few words he had left in his system. He was secretly glad it was dark so the petite blonde wouldn't know how Trowa was reacting to his gentle touches.
"Are you sure you're feeling alright? Do you need anything? Anything at all?"
"I'm fine…"
An eerie silence pervaded the room and Trowa shifted awkwardly on the couch. Something about this moment was oddly intimate and made the ache in his chest return with full force. With Quatre fussing so much it made him think that maybe, just maybe, he still had a chance… Shut up brain, he's engaged. You lose. You waited too long.
The blonde pilot dropped down on the couch next to the silent brunette, their thighs brushing lightly causing both to shiver. Quatre from some unknown feeling driving down his spines and coiling in his stomachs, and Trowa almost moaned at the feelings of lust that burst in his chest at that mere touch. Aquamarine met emerald and Quatre saw and felt a deep sadness and longing that he had never felt from within Trowa before. Neither seemed to be able to drag their eyes away from the other's for several long moments, something deep inside seemed to connect and not want to give way.
Trowa found himself fighting the urge to lean forward and kiss the youth before him when Quatre finally broke the silence, turning his head. "So you want to tell me what's actually wrong? You left so suddenly the other day… I don't understand why you reacted the way you did..."
Silence permeated the room, Trowa desperately wanted to avoid this conversation. He wasn't ready for this yet. He wasn't ready at all. The lies he had been formulating in his head and the impassive attitude hadn't been mastered.
"Trowa?"
"I just… I don't understand why you didn't tell me. It was such a shock."
The blonde looked over at his best friend sympathetically. They had grown close after the war learning a significant deal about each other and keeping fairly informed on the affairs in each other's lives.
"I wasn't hiding it from you. Honestly I hadn't been planning it. It's not like me and Relena have been dating behind you all's backs, but we met the other day and discussed it and we agree that this union would be best."
Trowa's eyes darkened feeling anger fire up deep within himself, as he struggled to keep his voice even, "What do you mean you 'agree this union would be best'?"
"Think about it Trowa, she is the leader of the Sanc Kingdom and expected to lead the world to peace. I'm an ex-Gundam pilot, a Preventer and the leader of the Winner Foundation. Our marriage will mean something to people, it's a union to show that we can unite in peace and an economic marriage to help both outer space and the Earth."
During the smaller pilot's speech the brunette felt his fingernails begin to dig deeply into the skin on the palms of his hands. By the end he found himself bounding to his feet with bleeding palms and blackened eyes and dropping the blanket that had been wrapped so tightly around him. Quatre was momentarily captivated by the brunette's lean, strong, and very bare torso glowing in the dimness of the room and the way his flannel pajama bottoms hung seductively on his lower hips but he quickly shook these thoughts from his mind as Trowa began to talk.
"You mean to tell me that this is just a marriage for the rest of world and not for yourselves. You mean to tell me that you don't even love Relena. I don't even understand why the fuck you're doing this, this is complete bullshit." Trowa was now shaking, his voice had started at normal level but by the end he somehow found himself yelling. I may have been willing to give up Quatre into Relena's loving arms, but not this. I will not stand by and watch this happen.
The smaller pilot looked shocked "Trowa… You know as well as I do that this is what is best for the new world, for the new peace. I'll do whatever I can to keep this world from being plunged into battle again, and I think this will be an important symbolic move."
"No, I don't know as well as you do because you're wrong. Would you stop thinking about everyone else for once and think about yourself?"
"But…"
"No, no buts. You've done enough for everyone else. You fought a war and nearly lost YOUR life countless times for everyone else."
The room was silent for several minutes before Quatre spoke up quietly, "But I killed so many, I need to do more… in order to repent for my sins."
Trowa snapped, turning on Quatre and yelling "WE ALL KILLED, WE HAD TO KILL OR ELSE WE WOULD HAVE DIED!" He took a deep breath attempting to calm down a little, "What are you going to do with a loveless marriage… just what?"
"I've thought it over. This is going to be for the best. I'll be happy knowing that I was able to help everyone else be happy. Relena and I are good friends, if it needs to stay at that it will."
"Well you're not making me happy," he snapped bitterly, his voice filled with more resent and anger than he had intended. "Just go, get out of here"
The blonde pilot looked stunned "Wha? But Trowa…"
"No, get out of here I'm sick of this. I'm sick of your selflessness and your outrageous thought processes. Do something for yourself for once damn it. Do something to make yourself happy." Trowa turned away, showing the sadness in his eyes only to the darkened room.
"FINE! I THOUGHT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WOULD UNDERSTAND.I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND BUT I GUESS I WAS WRONG!" Quatre yelled angrily, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears and his voice shaking uncontrollably, and slammed the door causing the frame to shake under the strength that no one knew the small pilot had.
As the door shut Trowa let out a scream of frustration slamming his fist into the wall causing the skin of his middle finger to split. Not removing his hand from the wall Trowa rested his forehead against the wall watching the blood drip from his hand down the wall.
Quatre outside the door heard the scream pausing for a moment concerned about his best friends. He then remembered the harsh words and his angry and mumbled, "Fuck you", as he stormed out of the apartment building.
"She doesn't even love you… I do, I love you. She is just bitter because Heero rejected her… She just wants to ruin our lives. That stupid slut let him go. Why would she even suggest it? Why?" His voice was quiet, his throat aching from the yelling he had just down and tried from attempting to hold back his sobs.
The silent pilot immediately felt guilty and regretted the harsh words he had spoken so easily to his best friend. The ache in his chest returned with full force causing him to crumble to his knees. And for the first time since he could remember he felt wetness drip down his cheeks and he sobbed. He let out his guilt and his pain, and everything that was wrong in his world.