Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Diaries ❯ Trowa ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Bombayoni 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.02.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 730 | Visits: 166 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.02.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 730 | Visits: 166 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and affiliates belong to Sotsu and whoever else they belong to. I have exactly $0.25 in my possession at the moment, and never have more than twenty, so suing would do nothing but cause my parents to go bankrupt...
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5xS
Notes: This is the first serious Gundam fic I've done that will be put on a website. These will be put on in chronological order so that mostly everything will match up. Bear with me here.
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Trowa
I'm not entirely sure who to write this to. I'll just write to the wind, maybe. It's as good as anything.
When I was very small, I was taken in by a band of mercenaries. If they hadn't found me, I'd be dead. But the things they did to me... They're beyond description. I killed the survivors of that last battle. I think I was seven.
After that, I traveled alone, until the Barton Organization found me. I was ten when I first learned my letters. I quickly became very good at anything they had me do.
Then they killed Trowa Barton. I became the official pilot of Heavyarms, and I finally got a name.
After a few months of training, I met Quatre. He earned my admiration then by not flaunting the fact that he was the richest man in the world. And he never forced me to talk. I didn't need to.
We met the others about a month later. [1] Quatre and Duo immediately hit it off and I realised how much he was starved for another voice, how much of himself he'd controlled so that I'd feel comfortable. After that, I tried to speak more.
Wufei was very bitter. He understood human nature, I think. And he had no one else to talk to, so it became internal. His strength earned my respect.
Heero was a kindred spirit. He spoke when he had to but otherwise, he was silent as a shadow. But he wasn't alone. Duo wouldn't allow it. Heero and I have always been best friends.
Duo was - bubbly. He helped me speak, and yet understood when the effort needed was just too much. They all accepted me, with no reservations. That amazed me. They weren't afraid I might hurt them.
I still have nightmares about the time with the mercenaries. They are quiet, but I wake up in a cold sweat. Quatre is always there. He asks no questions, he just holds me. I'm ready to tell him about it now.
Quatre and I were married seven years ago. Our son Beauregard (Bo), is six tomorrow, and Sunny will be four in May. Kahlil was two last month.
It took me along time not to flinch when Quatre kissed me, and even longer to make love without running into memories of the times before. But now I think I'm able to enjoy it. I've still got some demons, but they're in my past.
Catherine invited me to a reunion of the circus. I think I'll do her one better. Quatre and I have discussed this, and I think we'll open an amusement park. That would be nice.
I have to go now. Kahlil's crying.
Goodbye, whoever and whatever you are.
/.../
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[1]: I am aware that it probably didn't happen that way... but this is what artistic license is for.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5xS
Notes: This is the first serious Gundam fic I've done that will be put on a website. These will be put on in chronological order so that mostly everything will match up. Bear with me here.
^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^
Trowa
I'm not entirely sure who to write this to. I'll just write to the wind, maybe. It's as good as anything.
When I was very small, I was taken in by a band of mercenaries. If they hadn't found me, I'd be dead. But the things they did to me... They're beyond description. I killed the survivors of that last battle. I think I was seven.
After that, I traveled alone, until the Barton Organization found me. I was ten when I first learned my letters. I quickly became very good at anything they had me do.
Then they killed Trowa Barton. I became the official pilot of Heavyarms, and I finally got a name.
After a few months of training, I met Quatre. He earned my admiration then by not flaunting the fact that he was the richest man in the world. And he never forced me to talk. I didn't need to.
We met the others about a month later. [1] Quatre and Duo immediately hit it off and I realised how much he was starved for another voice, how much of himself he'd controlled so that I'd feel comfortable. After that, I tried to speak more.
Wufei was very bitter. He understood human nature, I think. And he had no one else to talk to, so it became internal. His strength earned my respect.
Heero was a kindred spirit. He spoke when he had to but otherwise, he was silent as a shadow. But he wasn't alone. Duo wouldn't allow it. Heero and I have always been best friends.
Duo was - bubbly. He helped me speak, and yet understood when the effort needed was just too much. They all accepted me, with no reservations. That amazed me. They weren't afraid I might hurt them.
I still have nightmares about the time with the mercenaries. They are quiet, but I wake up in a cold sweat. Quatre is always there. He asks no questions, he just holds me. I'm ready to tell him about it now.
Quatre and I were married seven years ago. Our son Beauregard (Bo), is six tomorrow, and Sunny will be four in May. Kahlil was two last month.
It took me along time not to flinch when Quatre kissed me, and even longer to make love without running into memories of the times before. But now I think I'm able to enjoy it. I've still got some demons, but they're in my past.
Catherine invited me to a reunion of the circus. I think I'll do her one better. Quatre and I have discussed this, and I think we'll open an amusement park. That would be nice.
I have to go now. Kahlil's crying.
Goodbye, whoever and whatever you are.
/.../
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[1]: I am aware that it probably didn't happen that way... but this is what artistic license is for.