Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Faerie's Blood ❯ It starts... ( Prologue )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer:Don't own a thing.
Warnings:3x4, angst... (not sure about the rest right now) Notes: This is one of those fics where you have the ending and begining planned out but have no clue what else to do. So.... I'm.........gonna try and think. ^-^;;;;;

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He had gotten sick that day. that unforgetable day. The virus got him. I couldn't believe it at first. It had to be a joke. My love!? It couldn't be real! I pleaded to the village doctors to do something; anything...but they could do nothing. I sat by my lovers side for weeks hoping to keep his health up but each day he would get weaker.

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It all started close to about thirteen days ago...

"Trowa! Hey!" A blonde ran over to a brown haired boy which looked up from his work. The blonde held up a basket."I brought you something for lunch! Thought you might be hungry!" His body was close to covered in flour, due to the fact that he had done lots of baking. Well he did work in the village bakery.

Trowa looked at the boy and nearly laughed. He was rather tired. Working in a black smith shop was hard work, yet good pay."Yeah, Quatre, thanks!" He grabbed a wet cloth and whipped his hands. Trowa took his thumb and rubbed it across Quatre's flour covered cheek to brush it off before placing a light kiss. He took the basket of treats and sat down on a chair.

"There would of been more, but it smelt sooo good and I had to eat some!" Quatre half giggled and grabbed a sugar cookie from the basket and popped it into his mouth.

"Mm...you always do that." Trowa nudged Quatre's stomach lightly with his elbow. Quatre smiled at him. Trowa's eyes gazed down to Quatre's hand where he had a freshly put bandage on it." You cut yourself? Are you alright?"He took the boy's delicate, soft hand.

"Oh," Quatre glanced down at his hand and shook he head."I cut it while cooking but I'm fine. It was only a small cut." He then placed another cookie into his mouth.

"Alright." Trowa munched on the bread that Quatre had baked and then stood up."I better be getting abck to work." He pulled his lover close to him and gave him a long passionate kiss.

"See you home tonight, alright?" Quatre grabbed the empty basket, waved to trowa and left.

Trowa went busily back to work and as evening came Trowa was done work for the night and he headed home where he could return to the company of his beautiful lover. He opened the door to see freshly cooked soup and tea on the table but Quatre was not to be seen."Quatre?"Trowa walked through the house and to their bedroom and saw his lover asleep on the bed. He smiled and placed a hand on his cheek but it seemed so cold. His entire body was cold."Quatre, wake up..." Trowa almost whispered nudging the blonde awake.

Quatre groaned and shivered."Trowa...mm... you're home... I must have fallen asleep."Quatre went to get up but fell weakly back to the bed.

"Shh... Quatre,"Trowa pulled the bed covers over the boy."rest..." Trowa went to the other room and brought back some soup. He began to feed the boy the soup.

"Trowa... It's so cold in here..."Quatre muttered raising his hand to touch Trowa's face but stopped when he saw a redish blue texture on his hand. His eyes then began to water as he stared at the hand in shock. "W-what is this.... I... I'm scared..."

Trowa took the boy's wrist lightly."...I think I should get the doctor's... this isn't normal..."Quatre stopped him.

"Trowa! No! I-I'm fine. I'll be better in the morning...I'm sure of it! Just don't leave! Please... I need you here. Don't leave me alone..." He couldn't resist it... those beautiful crystal blue eyes. He had no choice but to believe that everything would be alright.

Trowa lay down next to his lover and held the cold body in his arms. He didn't want to let go... he wanted everything to be fine. He would never let his lover....die. The thought of anything happening to him would seriosuly hurt Trowa deeply. Of course that was resonable but Trowa was not about to lose Quatre to some damn sickness! He would never be able to get over it. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Quatre.

What could he do? How could he help this? What could he do to help? If this was still the same by tomorrow he would surely bring the doctors to find out about this. He didn't care what Quatre said.

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The morning arrived quickly and the morning sun shined into the room. Trowa had left to get the doctor's early, while Quatre still slept so he wouldn't make a fuss. Trowa had come to find out that Quatre had caught that deathly virus...

The only thoughts in Trowa's head was getting something-anything-to save Quatre! To rid the cold virus from his body and to live together like he planned. Well he knew sometimes things always didn't go as planned, but this was something he was determined to keep planned. He watched Quatre which still slept quietly his chest slowly moving, showing his body was rather weak.

Trowa quietly made his way into the kitchen and started to put things in a darkish brown backback for a upcoming journey. Trowa didn't know where, but the doctor suggested the neighboring city. They had better medical care. It was worth a try...

*tbc*

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