Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Discoveries ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: glitterynile 
Quatre deals with his problems in his own way, what happens when his lover discovers the truth? 3x4 self-injury and depression
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.27.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 709 | Visits: 262 | Status: Work In Progress
Quatre deals with his problems in his own way, what happens when his lover discovers the truth? 3x4 self-injury and depression
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.27.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 709 | Visits: 262 | Status: Work In Progress
3x4 : self-injury : depression : all around sad fic, not my usual sweet sap
Quatre deals with his problems in his own way, what happens when his lover discovers the truth?
3x4 self-injury and depression
Takes place several months after endless waltz.
Angel Part 2
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by glitterynile
Trowa watched the light of the bathroom flicker off. Listening to the steady patter of feet,
the silhouette of his lover was outlined in the moonlight leaking though the blinds. As the
dark figure approached the bed an angel stepped into view. The bed dipped as the other boy
slid onto it. Lifting the thin sheet trowa allowed quatre to slip in.
"little one are you alright?" trowa asked as he spooned quatre into an embrace. Not receiving
a reply he asked again, "quatre?".
"I'm fine"
/he's lying/ trowas eyes darkened. "Baby you would tell me if anything was wrong…right?"
"I love you" questions unanswered trowa decided he would wait for morning.
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The smell of eggs frying woke trowa. Getting up he dressed and headed down stairs.
Upon entering the kitchen he was greeted by the pajama clad form of quatre busy at the stove.
Coming up behind the little one trowa slipped his arms around the shorter boys waist.
" bonjour mon petite"(1) trowa rubbed his nose into the crook of quatres neck. Causing
the blond to giggle.
"morning to you too muHibb(2)" quatre responded while he flipped the omelet.
// I love it when quatre is happy... so why does it feel as if he is pained... because he is //
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After finishing their breakfast the pair began the ritual of clean up.
/ clean up... Allah how I hate it / quatre began by picking up the remaining plates
and stepped toward the sink when a smooth voice broke though his thoughts.
"That was wonderful Angel, here let me help" trowa walked over and took the plates
from him. "You made it, I should clean" he said with a smile and began scrubbing the
dishes under soaping water. Turning his head, "go on and dress Kat" quatre nodded and
trailed off to the stairs.
/ just my little secret /
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Quatre stood clad in only a pair of loose kakis. The upper body exposed to the cold
air of the bathroom. He remained motionless staring into the reflective surface of the
mirror in front of him.
Blinking back he shook his head and unwrapped the bandages from his lower left forearm,
wincing as they were removed caked with dried blood.
Tossing the ruined bindings away he reached for his rose colored shirt,
/ pink - blood fated... best hide the evidence /
his hand caught air... / wha.. where did I put it?... maybe I left it on the hamper /
"umm.." quatre turned but was confronted with a dark forest green color.
/ forest green? ... o Allah no /
"Quatre..." trowa spoke with calm and gentle voice. He held up a pink shirt,
his gaze traveled to the waste bin then back to quatres blood drained face.
"Show me where" trowa tossed the shirt onto the bathroom counter
"NO!" quatre tried to back away but trowas quick reflexes allowed him to grab the
blondes arm before he tried to flee. Quatre winced.
Trowa moved closer, " I just want to see quatre… let me" he spoke with such concern.
Quatre meekly agreed and stopped struggling. Trowa unwrapped his long fingers from
pale skin exposing long angry welts.
He gently pulled quatres arm straight and traced fated pink lines and shook his head.
/ just my little secret /
trowa released his hold, " Where else?"
/ it was just to my little secret /
quatre moved and slid his pants off he stood before his lover in only boxers.
Trowa crouched and moved his hand down quatres left leg, nibble fingers once more
traced fated pink lines on the sides of quatres calves. It was all he could take...
tears began to drip from blue eyed boys cheeks.
/ my dirty little secret /
Trowa stood and embraced quatre. Quatres tears were no longer silent he sobbed openly now.
" That's right let it out... let it all out... now with me..."
tbc
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(1) good morning little one
(2) lover in Arabic
well that's part 2! A little bit of a cliff hanger,
just enough for me to keep my readers * smiles sheepishly*
I love feedback
Quatre deals with his problems in his own way, what happens when his lover discovers the truth?
3x4 self-injury and depression
Takes place several months after endless waltz.
Angel Part 2
---------------------
by glitterynile
Trowa watched the light of the bathroom flicker off. Listening to the steady patter of feet,
the silhouette of his lover was outlined in the moonlight leaking though the blinds. As the
dark figure approached the bed an angel stepped into view. The bed dipped as the other boy
slid onto it. Lifting the thin sheet trowa allowed quatre to slip in.
"little one are you alright?" trowa asked as he spooned quatre into an embrace. Not receiving
a reply he asked again, "quatre?".
"I'm fine"
/he's lying/ trowas eyes darkened. "Baby you would tell me if anything was wrong…right?"
"I love you" questions unanswered trowa decided he would wait for morning.
---------------------
The smell of eggs frying woke trowa. Getting up he dressed and headed down stairs.
Upon entering the kitchen he was greeted by the pajama clad form of quatre busy at the stove.
Coming up behind the little one trowa slipped his arms around the shorter boys waist.
" bonjour mon petite"(1) trowa rubbed his nose into the crook of quatres neck. Causing
the blond to giggle.
"morning to you too muHibb(2)" quatre responded while he flipped the omelet.
// I love it when quatre is happy... so why does it feel as if he is pained... because he is //
---------------------
After finishing their breakfast the pair began the ritual of clean up.
/ clean up... Allah how I hate it / quatre began by picking up the remaining plates
and stepped toward the sink when a smooth voice broke though his thoughts.
"That was wonderful Angel, here let me help" trowa walked over and took the plates
from him. "You made it, I should clean" he said with a smile and began scrubbing the
dishes under soaping water. Turning his head, "go on and dress Kat" quatre nodded and
trailed off to the stairs.
/ just my little secret /
---------------------
Quatre stood clad in only a pair of loose kakis. The upper body exposed to the cold
air of the bathroom. He remained motionless staring into the reflective surface of the
mirror in front of him.
Blinking back he shook his head and unwrapped the bandages from his lower left forearm,
wincing as they were removed caked with dried blood.
Tossing the ruined bindings away he reached for his rose colored shirt,
/ pink - blood fated... best hide the evidence /
his hand caught air... / wha.. where did I put it?... maybe I left it on the hamper /
"umm.." quatre turned but was confronted with a dark forest green color.
/ forest green? ... o Allah no /
"Quatre..." trowa spoke with calm and gentle voice. He held up a pink shirt,
his gaze traveled to the waste bin then back to quatres blood drained face.
"Show me where" trowa tossed the shirt onto the bathroom counter
"NO!" quatre tried to back away but trowas quick reflexes allowed him to grab the
blondes arm before he tried to flee. Quatre winced.
Trowa moved closer, " I just want to see quatre… let me" he spoke with such concern.
Quatre meekly agreed and stopped struggling. Trowa unwrapped his long fingers from
pale skin exposing long angry welts.
He gently pulled quatres arm straight and traced fated pink lines and shook his head.
/ just my little secret /
trowa released his hold, " Where else?"
/ it was just to my little secret /
quatre moved and slid his pants off he stood before his lover in only boxers.
Trowa crouched and moved his hand down quatres left leg, nibble fingers once more
traced fated pink lines on the sides of quatres calves. It was all he could take...
tears began to drip from blue eyed boys cheeks.
/ my dirty little secret /
Trowa stood and embraced quatre. Quatres tears were no longer silent he sobbed openly now.
" That's right let it out... let it all out... now with me..."
tbc
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(1) good morning little one
(2) lover in Arabic
well that's part 2! A little bit of a cliff hanger,
just enough for me to keep my readers * smiles sheepishly*
I love feedback