Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beginings ❯ Chapter 2
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
As I said before, I do not own gundam wing, I'm just using these wonderful characters for my personal and unprofitable enjoyment.
WARNINGS: This story contains coarse language, yaoi, shounen and some shoujo ai, if you're under aged bug off. There will NOT be one single het couple in the whole story, I decided that even before starting writing it, if you were expecting that don't let me disappoint you further and stop reading For this chapter specifically Trowa is fantasizing while watching over Quatre nothing too graphic… yet.
There will be a yaoi lemon in this story… or many. Principal pairings are1x2x1 and 3x4x3 there are more but I'll spoil the surprise if I tell.
In the last chapter Cathy said she was going to work in “Lazarus” I've got no idea as to what that is, I just wanted her out of the scene where Trowa and Quatre interact for the first time; I won't be mentioning his name just yet but all of my “reasons” will be revealed throughout the story. In this chapter you'll see why I was so insistent with the fact of this story not being an AU.
Trowa stripped the lithe body leaving only the bandages on, his cool mind working on every possibility for the cause and most of all, the solution for this sudden breakdown of the boy's health then he remembered Cathy's suspicions and covered him with a very thin, light robe in case he woke (which didn't seem very likely).
-“Antipyretics I need those… a warm bath, if I remember correctly a cold one would cause shock”
He fetched the medical kit but only found pills fuck, it'll have to be the bath alone, hope that's enough; the bathtub was filled with warm, body temperature water he picked the blond up ever so gently.
-“No matter how many times I carry you like this, it always amazes me how light weighted you are”
-Uhn pleezzn dn't oz lince so, sorry not jst no.
-“oz? Oh kid who are you? How do you know about oz little one; no can't be, it must be that horrible fever-don't worry little one this will help you”
Like that he placed the mumbling boy into the bathtub going in too; he didn't care about wet clothes, at that time his little one was the thing that mattered the most, the only thing that mattered.
-“Wait a sec, MY little one? That was fast not even a day here and I'm falling for him already”
He inwardly chuckled at this, he Trowa Barton had feline reflexes, aerobatic habilities as a circus performer, superior physical strength and a calmed, cool mind that made most people think he was as emotionless as a stone, and now there he was falling for a cute little blond whom he knew nothing about.
After half an hour of Trowa's attentions the fever went down and the boy seemed calmer now so the preventer stepped out of the tub with a soaked blond in his arms, changed the delicate looking creature into one of his nightshirts it was obviously too big but getting him dry was more important than a fashion statement; he placed the boy in his own bed and sat in a chair right next to it he wasn't all too comfortable with leaving him alone in his condition.
His gaze was fixed on the creamy smooth skin covering hard taut muscle; he didn't notice the sheer beauty of that perfect body before simply because he was too focused in lowering his fever.
His eyes met the golden glow of his hair highlighted by the moon light, a face unblemished, pale like that of an angel's the ivory column that was his neck, lean and vulnerable that led Trowa's gaze to the left shoulder left uncovered by the oversized shirt, it was milky and slender like the rest of his body, his eyes kept traveling down the delicate chest musculature until his eyes ran into a tiny pink nipple, how he wanted to tense the lax rosebud with his lips…
-He would definitely be more than a one night stand…
Like that he fell asleep making love to an angel.
At about 7:00 am the blond woke up to find Trowa by his side, curiosity took over him and lifted the impossible bangs covering half of his face surprisingly he found they were soft and silky; his face was just too handsome, he placed his hand on the smooth cheek and felt something that amazed him, there was a feeling, a strange feeling, satisfaction, and something more… exiting that made him warm in the pit of his stomach, it was nice and warm.
-Mmm… ah yes don't stop oh Trowa I love you yes YES! I'm gonna…
Something warm on his cheek brought him from the most glorious dream he ever had, Trowa opened his eyes to find two cobalt blue pools of innocence, funny how he hadn't noticed the sweetness and innocence in this boy, but at the same time there was wisdom in him and a strength that he couldn't describe.
-Trowa… um what are you doing here?
-You fainted on me don't you remember?
-Well, I remember you kindly cutting my hair and fixing me dinner but other than that…
-You got sick, I brought you here.
-Thank you so much, I… you even stayed to watch over me I… really appreciate it I don't know how to thank you.
-It's my job, now go downstairs and get Catherine to make you some breakfast
The blonde one seemed hurt for about half a second, then he looked like he realized something, smiled and sat up
-By the way, good morning Trowa
He gave him a quick peck on the cheek and rushed downstairs.
-Hm, if there is one thing that's better than touching an angel is to be touched by one.
-Have a very good morning miss Cathy.
-Hello there good morning to you too.
-You look good with your new hair style, did you do it yourself?
-No, Trowa did it.
-Hm so now he's Trowa.
-Well, we've gotten more acquainted.
After getting a quick shower and musing some more about what happened the night before Trowa headed downstairs.
-Good morning Tro!
-Good morning Cathy.
-Domestic is one side I didn't know in you
-What are you talking about?
-Hair styling, cooking; you always get me to fix our meals.
-You were busy and that was asked from me
Trowa mentioned this with a little bit of pride. Cathy noticed but only smiled to herself and placed a large stack of pancakes in front of their guest
-Now there I want you to it that all okay?
-But miss Cathy I…
-No buts, you are way too skinny you need to put some meat those bones
Then he placed smaller portions in her and Trowa's plate
-You know bro, I was thinking since cutie pie over here doesn't remember his name we should pick one for him don't you agree sweetheart
-That would be nice, I mean to be called something different from “hey you”
-What should It be
-Bob.
-ummm
-Tyrone
-Trowa I don't think he…
-Isidororobertoandresadalbertoramirezdelahoyagarciamarquez
The smaller one giggled trying to cover it with his hand Cathy just sat there mouth hanging open.
-What
-Trowa you never joke I mean NEVER it's more likely to hear one from a peanut butter sandwich than you.
She didn't intend that as a joke but the third one couldn't help but to burst into laughter soon Cathy was joining too and Trowa had the slightest hint of a smile gracing his handome features.
Breakfast concluded that they would be calling him shiro he asked why but Cathy said it suited him and Trowa agreed.
-So, this young man, do you think he'll be able to help you?
-I would like to say yes but…
-I believe in you, both you and Cathy are my best agents and as for the report you sent me I can tell the boy's more than he looks like
-Why would you say so, do you think he'll be able to take us to the gundam pilots?
-Perhaps I'm almost certain they're in that area
-Is that stated in J's report? `cause if it's just your intuition… I mean the doctors would've place them in the colonies instead
-Trust me with this they are in that area
-We'll look harder
-Remember your carrier depends on this… and mine also.
-That I know, we'll do our best
The man at the other line nodded slightly and Trowa saluted ending the communication
What could've he meant, what does he know that we don't and if there is such a thing why on earth would he hide it from us… I guess I gotta concentrate more in shiro…mm… it suits him but I bet his real name is much better.