Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beginings ❯ Chapter 1

That was the pilot chapter for my story, name's disgusting but it was three in the morning so hey anyhow, I know it's a little confusing but believe me, it's like that for a reason now the part that I forgot in the prologue:

 

WARNING: If you ignore what yaoi and shoujo ai are or if you are under 18 years of age I strongly suggest you inform yourselves and if you'd still like to read please be my guests and if you belong to de second case bug off. Oh and coarse language too.

 

I do not own Gundam Wing, and I'm positively not making any profit out of this, if I did I wouldn't be poor as a fly…

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-“My name is Catherine, Mr. Smiles over there is Trowa, you're not going anywhere so

don't worry, my brother and I brought you here only to take care of you, what is your name little angel?”

-“I'm… my name is… I can't…”

-“We need to know where you came from and who did this to you”

-“They wanted to hurt me, to keep me there I ran”

-“Who wanted to hurt you?”

-“I… it's confusing I can't”

-“That's ok I can see you've been through a lot, and Trowa promises to take it slowly too right bro?”

-“hn”

The boy lifted his thankful gaze to fix it upon the kind smile the girl had for him then he turned to the man whose name was Trowa, he had a bruise darkening across his cheek

 

-“Oh, I see you're still mad `cause you got punched”

-“Punched?”

 

He asked softly, wondering who on earth would hit someone like Trowa, he was definitely one guy he didn't want to mess with

 

-“He was the one who carried you here, you resisted quite… forcefully”

 

The last part was said holding back a chuckle; the blond looked from Catherine to Trowa again shifting uncomfortably in the bed, looking at him anxiously his eyes widening when Trowa began to walk towards him, he placed a hand on his shoulder

 

-“you have a good arm”

 

He said almost smiling, their guest turned a light shade of pink not only at the odd compliment, that voice was an orgasm for the ear, the blush darkened at the acknowledgement of his own thought. Trowa's hand made him feel something funny, he took his hand to his chest and noticed his wounds were carefully bandaged, what was sharp, almost unbearable pain had become a dull throbbing.

 

-“Miss Catherine, did you?”

-“No dear, it was Trowa he might look like a heartless bastard but he cares about people as much as I do”

 

At this Trowa just gave her an ice cold glare which she was used to and ignored completely

 

-“Mister Trowa, Miss Catherine, thank you, both of you”

-“You don't have to be so formal kid, call me Cathy and as for Trowa, a 22 year old can barely be a Mister”

-“I think Miss Cathy is the best I can do for now”

 

As an answer she smiled softly at him and left the room dragging her brother along

 

-“He intrigues me, the length of his hair is ludicrous”

-“This is not fair, he's so gentle shit, if I had the bastard that raped him I'd…”

-“What makes you so certain that he was sexually assaulted”

-“Trowa the most beautiful kid I've ever seen appears in the middle of the forest wearing nothing but a pair of oversized, old fashioned pants, with signals of violence all over his body, nails broken as if he struggled, damn Trowa what else do you want me to think”

-“We shouldn't rush into conclusions”

-“I know but this world is so fucked up that the only thing I can think of is the worst, peace was the first step but still everyone seem so lost If the pilots could see us what would they say and Quatre what would he say”

-“Nothing, they'd do something about it, specially the angelic soldier”

-“You still have that nutty idea that he was an empath, don't you?”

-“I don't know what to think anymore, sometimes I just think the Gundam pilots are just a myth”

-“I've had my doubts also but remember Milliardo is sticking his hands on the fire for this investigation”

-“You're right, we can't fail him now”

-“And not only because he's our boss but also because he is our best friend”

- (sighs) “I suppose you're right”

-“Start with the report of our rescuee for Milliardo, I'm gonna work in Lazarus”

 

She said this placing a pouring fresh coffee into two black mugs with the preventers monogram stamped on them. She offered one to Trowa and took the other one with her to the back of the house Trowa accepted it; “No, he doesn't look like a rape victim, Cathy's little angel is hiding something hm… little angel, not so difficult to get used to that nickname…” he shook these thoughts off his mind, turned the laptop on and began to type down the report; he was half through his report when a soft cough interrupted him. He raised an elegant eyebrow at the young blond in the other side of the room.

 

-“Could you help me please?”

-“With what”

 

The tiny interlocutor reached behind his back which made Trowa unconsciously take a defensive position, the boy was harmless he knew this and stopped himself immediately from launching to the small boy and he felt a bit guilty when the boy brought the huge mass of hair to the front for him to see; his hair was glistening with moisture.

 

-“I hope you didn't mind that I took a shower”

-“I don't nor will Catherine, now what is it that you want me to help you with”

-“Can you please cut it”

I thought he'd go to Cathy, I suppose he's not cowardly after all or I didn't freak him out as much as she would think.

 

-“sit”

 

The boy nodded as he approached and did as he was told his oversized pants made walking extremely uncomfortable. Trowa went for the scissors and a hairbrush and began to work with the soft golden threads; he continued with his work silently and stopped at a shoulders level, he wasn't so convinced about this but his customer had the last word on that, he handed the mirror to the smaller one and he seemed to agree with Trowa wordlessly so he continued with his pleasant task careful not to touch the boy's skin, if he had been sexually abused as Cathy thought physical contact with another male was the last thing he needed; This way he left the boy's golden strands quite short in the back but a bit too long in the front, he couldn't resist to the idea of leaving his own mark on the other one who smiled brightly at the sight of himself.

 

-“Thank you very much you don't know how much I appreciate this”

-“Would you like something to eat?”

-“Yes please”

 

Trowa prepared some soup, for him it was quite nice this boy respected his silence and yet this was such a comfortable silence he had obviously misjudged the child, he wasn't al nervous, squeaky and fidgety plus he had very sophisticated manners. “A cute little box full of surprises”. After finishing his meal the blonde took his dishes and tried to stand but failed, dropped the dishes on the floor and followed with the difference that he landed on a warm chest and a pair of strong arms surrounded him with protection.

 

-“I… I'm…” he fainted

 

Then he realized his blushing wasn't out of shyness but a terrible fever, he rushed upstairs with the limp boy in his arms.