Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Delicious Distraction ❯ Delicious Distraction ( Chapter 1 )

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Delicious Distraction

Weissangel24

03/17/05

Warnings: This fic contains mild language, light Ooc and Shounen-ai.

If such things bother you either don't read it

or keep your comments to yourself.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.

This fic was written for the enjoyment of crazed fans such as myself.

I'm not getting rich off of this

So please don't sue me.

I just recently was fired from one of my jobs. T-T

I'm completely BROKE!

Comments and Criticisms are welcomed,

but please don't be nasty about them.

I am the self-nominated Queen of Sap

Timeline: AU During the series

Arigato

Weissangel24

A/N Of course this hasn't been beta'd yet.

You know me, you know the drill.

You see any mistakes let me know & I'll fix them.

Arigato

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Delicious Distraction

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Demons.

Those memories and spirits of the past that haunt your waking step

and viciously tear apart your dreamless sleep.

Everyone has them, I suppose, though some are worse than others.

I've taken great care in hiding my demons.

Of burying them away.

I can't afford to have someone hurt by them...

Of having himhurt by them.

I sigh, as I turn back to my repairs.

Heavyarms had sustained system damage during my last mission. Apparently it was the work of a computer virus, though I had no idea as to how it had infected my system. 'Damn,' I mentally curse. I'm really no good with computers. Hiiro should be doing this instead of me. I'm more likely to fry the system permanently.

ERROR: FAILURE TO DOWNLOAD

'Damn it.' I swear again. I'll have to go back into the house and see if Hiiro is there. 'Maybe he can purge the system...'

I climb down from the cockpit and head back towards the safe house. As I near, I can make out a small blonde boy, sitting in the windowsill of the bedroom we shared. Inwardly, I groaned. I was not in the mood to deal with Quatre today.

I couldn't afford the distraction... as pleasant as it was.

He was at the foot of the stairs when I entered the house. "Hiiro's not here." He told me. "He had a mission."

'Wing is still in the hanger.' I frowned to myself.

"He didn't need Wing." He shrugged, idly tracing the carved design on the banister with slender, pale fingers. "Could I help you?"

I stared at him for a moment.

A long moment.

So long, that most people would have become uncomfortable by the attention... Though, Quatre is hardly most people...

He stared right back.

"Hiiro showed me how to restart Sandrock's system when it was infected by a virus. I bet Heavyarms is the same way..." He looked uncertain for a moment. "That is the problem... isn't it? Why you're so frustrated?"

I glared at him. Sometimes, I hate that Space heartof his. It allowed him to go where no one had any business of going. Of seeing things that I didn't even want to see...

"If you don't want my help, you could at least verbalize it." He pouted slightly, "It wouldn't kill you to talk to me."

'God, he looked adorablewhen he does that... I just want to-He's a distraction...' My soldier's mind refused, 'I have a mission tomorrow and I need to fix my Gundam...Even if he were a help, he'd still be a distraction. I can't have that... Besides...' I added sadly, '... he couldn't possibly feel anything towards me..."

"Trowa?"

Ignoring him, I turned and left the way I came. I had to get my Gundam fixed. Suddenly, he was in front of me, blocking my way. I glared at him, silently demanding that he get out of my way.

"Tell me?" He asked, his azure eyes glistening with emotions that I couldn't possibly understand.

"Tell you what?" I asked bluntly. His eyes lit up at hearing my voice before they took on a saddened expression, as he sighed. Mentally, I kicked myself for being the cause of that look.

"What's in your heart, Trowa... I want you to tell me."

"I don't have a heart, Quatre." I shrugged, "Therefore, I can't tell you anything."

"That's not true!" The smaller boy yelled at me, his eyes a storm of frustration. "That's not true, and you know it!" He place a delicate hand over his heart, "I know it's not true..."

"Quatre, you don't know anything about me." I bit back harshly. Harsher than I had intended.

"I know you hurt." Came the quiet response. "I know that you have fears."

"Everyone hurts, Quatre. Everyone fears."

"But I can't help everyone..." The blonde whispered, "I don't want to help everyone..."

"It would be a better use of your time." I shrugged, moving to push by him.

"Do you hate me?" Quatre said in a voice so hushed that I nearly didn't catch the words.

"What?" I halted, turning to look at him.

"Do you hate me?" The words were louder, though he still had his back towards me.

Pain ripped through my chest, "Why do you ask?" I countered.

"You keep pushing me away."

"If you haven't noticed, I push everyone away." I swallowed hard.

"It hurts, Trowa..." He sniffled.

Great, now I've made him cry. I mentally kicked myself again. I have to be the most insensitive jerk I know... next to Hiiro... and maybe Wu Fei... I don't want him to be upset. I don't want him to cry- 'Distraction!' The soldier in me interrupted, 'Don't get distracted!'

I really hate myself sometimes...

Most times.

But still... Why should My pushing everyone away, hurt Quatre? I'll be frank, I didn't understand. My closest guess would be his space heart but somehow, I don't think that was quite it...

His pale fingers brushed back my bangs, as I suddenly found him very near to me. 'Damn it, I got distracted and let my guard down!'

He stared up at me with those liquid eyes that could hold only truth. He was searching. Searching my eyes, my heart and my soul.

And I couldn't hide.

"Quatre?"

A small smile tugged at his lips, even as he bowed his forehead against my chest to hide his tears. "I'm sorry..." He whispered. "I didn't realize that I bothered you so much... You should have told me. I would have left you alone..."

"Quatre..." My heart felt like it was breaking under the weight of sorrow in his tone. Even as my soldier side rebelled, I stood there, allowing him to cry into my shirt.

"I realize that I'm a bit too emotional for a soldier." He was saying, "I realize that my space heart intrudes. I realize that I can be annoying. I realize that I'm..." His voice trailed off as he choked on a sob. "... in the way... And I realize... that I have no business loving you... especially during war... but I do, Trowa... I do..."

I'm sure that my eyes were as wide as saucers. I was sure my mind was playing tricks on me. There is no way that he could have said what I think he just said...but he did... didn't he... And he's crying... because I've hurt him... because I don't let him in... 'Damn it, I really do deserve the Dumb-ass Of The Year award.'

"That's not true, Quatre." I whispered, wrapping my arms around his shaking shoulders, pointedly ignoring the inner-soldier that screamed to be heard and obeyed. "You're never in the way... a distraction, at times... but not a bad one..."

"I don't understand." He whispered, looking up at me, his eyes acting as a portal into his soul. His love, his kindness, his courage, his fear, the storm of emotions that made him Quatre. Made him the person that I desired... was mine to witness. "Tell me?" He whispered.

"Tell you what?" I shook my head, tilting his chin up so that I could see his face. "What's in a heart that doesn't exist? What keeps me awake at night? What I find... distracting?"

"Yes!" He exclaimed, his eyes pleading with me. "I wantto know, Trowa! Everything about you! What makes you, you!" he looked away again, "You hide so much..."

"I don't... want... to hurt you." I said cautiously. "You won't like what you see."

"Everyone has their own demons, Trowa." He said, "Allah, knows I have my own..."

For the second time in fifteen minutes, I was startled. It never had occurred to me that Quatre had his own haunting ghouls...

He always seemed... above it... protected from it.

Suddenly, I was filled with an indescribable desire to protect the smaller boy whom I still held in my arms. Protect him from danger, shelter him from his fears and comfort his pain.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." I whispered into his ear, before tilting his chin up and placing a fleeting kiss on his lips.

He blinked up at me, startled and slightly unsure as to what I had just done; before a smile lit up his face and he kissed me back... with much more enthusiasm than I had shown.

"Thank you..." He whispered, when we had finally pulled away from each other.

"For what?" I asked.

"For being you."

I allowed a small smile to tug at my lips, "Do you still want to help me with Heavyarms?"

"Of course." Quatre nodded.

"Maybe after we're done... you can... help me open up more?" He blushed rather cutely as I took his hand in mine and we walked the rest of the way to the hanger.

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Owari