Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beloved One ❯ Quatre's Thoughts ( Prologue )

response: To Squall-Sama, please read Sweet Innocence. It's damn good.

Quatre's POV Aka pining

Auther's note: Just incase it wasn't clear, I don't own these characters, nothing else related too with the acception of a few pieces of merchandise I bought. yay. I do, infact, own my non-creative mind that thought up this plot.

Heero.. the words that part form your lips enchant me, and your deep concealed eyes tell me of your pain. Oh how gladly I would sit and talk to you, take on the world for your gratitude or rare whimsical grin.

But how could I? I barely know the man beneath, though my heart aches too. Are you not the perfect soldier? Would you think my flights of fantasy boring or useless? Do you put a facade of interest while I speak to you? Are emotions really devoid of you? Have you no yearning of your own?

For every man has a yearning, some for power, wealth, and riches. And I yearn for them all. The power of your love, the wealth of our happiness, and the riches of our caresses. Do you not lay awake at night, feeling loneliness creep upon you, taking your false security, making you doubt your future? Don't you wish there was another? Someone who could vow to protect you, when you are weak, and your faults show through.

I have wasted, no, not wasted, but spent many hours, trying to figure you out. But it is best not to dwell on something that I cannot have. There are others who want and need my attentions. Other souls cry out for someone to listen to them, yet yours cries the loudest, but your lips do not move. You conceal your eyes from me too. Do you hate me that much? Or do you fear me? Does the one thing that I love the most, hate and fear the sight of me?
Oh I would have asked, I definitely would have, but how can I confess your love? i wouldn't really mind your rejection, then rotting in my own tears and blood I shed for an unknown love. Duo seems to cling to you, and I fear I intrude on a relationship.
Here you are, even walking up to me. I hope my eyes aren't red form unfallen tears. I ask how you are, honestly curious, and worried. Though it may not fit me, i will avenge any wrong done to you. I swear it.

You smile. I'm happy. But what do you think of me? Am I just a fragile doll that no one can touch, or hurt, to be left in glass case? I am just a vessel to bring happiness and soothe anger to you? Do you see my sought after pale skin, envied golden hair? My angelic looks? For my thoughts aren't pure, and far be it that I am also. Could you accept someone who is not worthy of your love?

But I look up in your eyes, and your hurt, trying to say something. I watch your lips form words. Each one laced with elegance. I shiver when you say my name that way. You touch me, grab my shoulders, caress by cheek. Why do you touch me? Can't you feel the anguish inside me when you do that? I can't decide if I should flee the temptation, or embrace the sin of admiring your touch.

What? I must be delirious, you couldn't have said that. Yet I heard it. I'm shaking. I'm so happy. How could you love me? You couldn't. But yet you just said it so honestly. Why am I shaking? What is there to be nervous about? Why am I crying?

I'm crying because I love you too. I do. You pull me in an imbrace. It's more than I can take. You. Here. With me. Wanting me. I will be yours, and you can be mine.

"Heero...I love you too." He looks up from our embrace.

"I...never..." his hand shakingly reaches out again for my face. "I never thought you would love me back..." I take his hand, and put them in mine. I don't know if this is the sweetest dream I've dreamt, or the most wanted dream come true.

"Heero, I will always love you, even if we'd be seperated, I will love you. You'll be my cherished." I'm not sure what I said, but I think that's what he wanted. His crystaline tears that fell down his partly flushed cheeks told me that's what he wanted. I wanted him to have everything I had. I would do anything for him.Because.....

I love him.

a/n: and the plot thins, along with some tongue-tied action.