Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Want To Be A Kid Again ❯ An Invitation ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One

An Invitation

 

Sent to Quatre and Trowa Barton-Winner

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quatre looked at the invitation, curiosity in his eyes. There had never been a New Year's celebration at Preventers before, at least none that he had known about or was invited to. He reread the card again and was startled as an arm slipped around his waist.

 

“Something interesting come in the mail today?” Quatre rolled his eyes as his husband's voice was muttered near his ear.

 

“Just an invitation. And could you please quit sneaking up on me…it's embarrassing…remember what happened when Troy caught us?” Trowa merely chuckled and kissed Quatre's cheek, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the card.

 

“Hmm…a New Year's Eve party at Preventers HQ…I wonder who else is invited…?” Quatre shrugged slightly and placed the card back on the pile of keep mail, having already sorted it. Vaguely, Quatre noticed that Trowa had yet to finish getting dressed, the brunette tending to both sleep in and be rather lazy on his days off. Their large house was quiet for once, as their son was at school for the day, and Quatre was trying to decide whether or not they should take advantage of that. The blonde decided to keep the topic on the party however as he slipped his arm around Trowa's slender waist. Despite aging ten years since the war, their appearances were little in difference. Quatre was taller, but his messy blonde hair and big aqua eyes remained. Trowa was still slender in the waist, long in the leg, and broad in the shoulders, though he too had become taller, much to Quatre's dismay.

 

“Are we going to go to this party? Because if so I must ensure my schedule is clear for that night.”

 

“I think Troy would enjoy it, it might give him a chance to meet some new people, make some new friends. Besides, he's been dying to go to Earth.” Quatre smiled and nodded softly. He hated keeping Troy cooped up on L4 in space, but it was hard to get vacation time when you were the head of such a big corporation.

 

“I agree, we'll go. Even if I have something on my timetable, we'll all go.” Trowa chuckled and placed a lingering kiss on Quatre's lips, smiling as he pulled away.

 

“I like it when you toss work aside, especially when it's for your family.” Quatre blushed softly; picking up the slight hint in the first half of the statement that implied that Trowa found it a bit of a turn on when Quatre cast aside his workload for a day or two.

 

“Trowa…”

 

“Troy's at school and we don't have to work, I say we take advantage of this…” Quatre nodded in silent agreement and allowed himself to be gently steered upstairs to the master bedroom, sharing in Trowa's grin all the way…

 

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“Dad! Father! I'm home! I know you guys are too `cause the car's in the garage!” Troy threw his backpack in its customary corner and slung his laptop carry-case on his shoulder, moving to look over the pile of mail out of boredom. He looked at the invitation and his eyes brightened. If they went, that would mean they were going to Earth! Troy snatched up the invitation and bounded upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. “Hey! Pops!” Troy knew where his parents were if they weren't answering and quickly stood before the door to the master bedroom. With his fist, he banged on the door. “If you guys don't open up I'm coming in!”

 

Troy often wondered how his parents could spend an entire day in their room, even if they were with each other. He smirked as he heard thumps, rustles, and curses from behind the door and decided to put more pressure on the already rushed Quatre and Trowa. “I'll give you to the count of five! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! I'M COMING IN!” Troy opened the door, which had been left unlocked (foolish parents) and grinned to see his dishevelled fathers.

 

“Troy! We've told you time and time again that you should respect the privacy of others and that especially includes us!” Troy merely grinned at Trowa and waved the invitation.

 

“But this is important! I found this invitation on the table downstairs and I came to tell you that we just HAVE to go!” Troy waved the invitation around and Quatre laughed softly, pulling on a shirt. Trowa frowned and moved to the closet, pulling out a green turtleneck and pulling it over his head.

 

“We are going Troy, I promise you we'll go.”

 

“Yeah!” Troy leapt on Quatre, pulling him into a breath-preventing bear hug. Quatre gasped for breath and shoved Troy off, half-glaring at the grinning 14-year-old. Having fallen upon being pushed off of the blonde, Troy leapt to his feet and hugged Trowa too, in the same fashion as he had Quatre. Trowa pried the young teen off of him and shook his head softly.

 

“Settle down Troy, the party isn't for two weeks. Now, do you have any homework?” Troy heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes, one of which was hidden by a fall of black bangs over the left side of his face. His visible blue eye met Trowa's visible green eye. With another sigh, Troy nodded.

 

“Yeah, I have some math to get done, but that's it.”

 

“Okay then, go do your homework. We'll get dinner started and call you when it's done.” Troy nodded slowly, not overly fond of homework (but who is?).

 

“Yes dad.” Troy handed Trowa the invitation, more as a reminder than anything, and made his way back to the door. He stopped with his hand resting on the doorframe. He turned and looked between his parents. “Hey…will I have to wear my suit for this New Year's party?” He asked with a hesitant grin. He didn't like his suit and didn't wear it much except for when Quatre had dinners and such with his affiliates. Quatre smiled and shook his head softly.

 

“I won't make you wear your suit, but you do have to wear something suitable. In other words, none of your jeans and don't you dare wear one of those t-shirts of yours.”

 

“Aw! But father! Everybody loves my little yaoi t-shirts!”

 

“Two keywords there Troy, `little' and `yaoi'. Now I know that that kind of stuff doesn't bother you, but some people don't much like it. Besides that, those shirts don't even cover your stomach!” Troy grinned at Trowa and turned back towards the door, glancing over his shoulder.

 

“Oh but they do like them! You should see some of the girls, and guys, at school when I wear those.” Troy smirked and, flashing the victory sign over his shoulder, hurried away before he was on the receiving end of one of Trowa's lectures. For one who had been so silent, Trowa gave a lot of lectures. Troy went to his own room, sitting down on his bed, plugging in his laptop, and getting to work while Quatre and Trowa went downstairs to fix dinner.

 

***

 

Despite the fact that Quatre was rich, he had practically no hired help. There were a few people who took care of the garden, a few more that kept the unused rooms from growing layers of dust, and that was about it. Quatre didn't see the point in having a house-full of servants when they could clean up after themselves and make their own meals. Usually it was Quatre who actually cooked dinner and Trowa just helped, since they had quickly discovered that Trowa was not a talented cook (let's just say the incident involved fire alarms going off). The two padded into the kitchen, feet bare and barely making a sound on the stone tiles.

 

“What are we going to make tonight…?” Quatre looked around the kitchen, thinking in silence to himself as he opened and closed cupboards and checked the fridge and freezer. He always did feel that the hardest part about making a meal was choosing what to make, however he was the only one in the house with such thoughts. Troy and Trowa were quite content in eating cereal for their three meals, or merely grabbing snacks a few times throughout the day. But more often than not, Quatre insisted on at least one proper meal a day whether the others liked it or not.

 

“Why not just cook up some TV dinners and leave it at that?” Trowa asked with a shrug, motioning at the small stack that lay in the freezer, most of which were eaten by Troy while his parents were working late. Quatre planted his fists on his hips and glared at his husband.

 

“No, I refuse to do that. You two need proper meals, especially Troy! He's-”

 

“He's a growing boy and needs proper nutrients if he's ever going to mature properly.” Trowa recited with a smirk, moving quickly to encircle Quatre in his arms, dipping his head down to quickly kiss the blonde. “I know you worry about him love, but he's just a kid. Besides, he deserves the little…'luxuries'…that we could not get at his age.” Quatre sighed in defeat and laid his head against Trowa's chest.

 

“You're right. I guess, for tonight, we'll do it your way. But I warn you Trowa Barton, if you light anything on fire, I swear that you will never again be allowed to touch the stove, oven, toaster, or microwave!” Quatre effectively glared Trowa down, the tall brunette raising his hands in surrender as he moved to the freezer.

 

“Alright, alright, I get the point love.” Treize smiled slightly and went about placing three TV dinners in the oven after turning the appliance on to the right temperature. Once the dinners were cooking, Trowa meandered over to his lover, smiling as he wrapped his arms around the slender waist, brushing a soft kiss over Quatre's lips. “That's why you cook and I clean.” He muttered with a small smirk, nuzzling Quatre's hair. Quatre giggled, burying his face against Trowa's shoulder, since he wasn't quite tall enough to hide his face in the crook of the tall brunette's neck.

 

“Yeah…here's to hoping that Troy can cook better than you.” Quatre smiled, the motion hidden from his love, but Trowa chuckled softly and kissed Quatre's cheek. The loud closing of the fridge and the clearing of a throat interrupted their moment of cute togetherness. Both men lifted their heads and turned towards the fridge to find Troy casually leaning against it, a brow raised as he scrutinized his parents. He took a sip from the can of soda in his hand, smirking slightly.

 

“Is there any place in this house were you two aren't being all sentimental and…ug…touchy-feely?” Troy asked with a rather disgusted look on his face. He loved his parents, he really did, he loved them like they were his true to life genetic parents, but sometimes they just overdid the loving. Trowa's face fell into the emotionless mask it took on often during the war and he glared at the boy, Quatre doing the same. Troy was unphased though, quite used to his fathers' death glares. “I'm done my homework, what's for supper?” He asked casually as he tossed himself onto one of the stools placed along the island, sipping from his soda can and running his hand through his shoulder-length black hair in vain as it feel to cover half his face once more.

 

“I thought we raised you to respect your elders Troy?” Trowa snapped, Troy merely flashing the tall man a grin.

 

“That you did pops, but come on! How much of your lovey-dovey stuff does a kid have to put up with? A little bit here and there isn't bad, but almost every day I find you guys snuggling somewhere at least twice.” Troy fixed his parents with a pointed stare, but it didn't faze either of them. Quatre merely patted Trowa on the arm while smiling at Troy.

 

“When you get a girl- or boy- friend we'll make sure that you remember that Troy.” Troy blushed softly, but grunted and focused on his drink. Knowing he had won, Quatre smirked. Then he nudged Trowa, reminding him of the dinners with a nod towards the oven. They were finished so Trowa pulled them out and set them on the island, Quatre seating himself across from Troy while Trowa sat beside Quatre. Troy grinned broadly, a fan of TV dinners, and dug in promptly. Trowa and Quatre shared a quick look, smiling softly, and went about eating their own dinners…it was another typical day in the Barton-Winner residents done…