Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Chapter 19 ( Chapter 19 )

 

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Chapter Nineteen

 

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Another sigh escaped the braided boy as he stared out of the cockpit window. `I don't get it.' Duo thought, `How can Hiiro be so heartless?'

 

“He's not heartless, Duo. You know that.” Trowa stated, grimacing slightly as he rubbed at his temples. “He just has unusual ways of demonstrating his emotions.”

 

“I said that out loud!?” Duo blinked, surprised, “Sorry. . . I guess I was thinking aloud.”

 

“Thinking. . .?” Trowa paled.

 

“I know that Hiiro is. . . unorthidox in showing his emotions. . . but I don't get why he insists on killing Quat.” Duo sighed again, reaching for his braid to fiddle with. “It's not Quat's fault he was born a New-type. AND personally, I think it would have been better to share that info with us during the war in case he had been captured.

 

“Duo. . .”

 

“Let alone the whole keeping secrets from us. WE are practically family.”

 

“Duo. . .

 

“Speaking of family, How many of Quat's sister's do you know anyways? Out of all of them, You happen to pick Kisa? The one who knows all? I mean he has about a million of `em.”

 

“DUO!”

 

“Tro. . . You okay man?” The braided boy asked, taking in his friend's pained expression. The banged boy was nearly doubled over in his seat, gripping the sides of his head. “Trowa?”

 

“Too. . . Loud. . .” He grimaced, squeezing his eyes tighter.

 

“I'm sorry.” Duo whispered, “I didn't realize you had a headache, you should have said something.”

 

“N-no. . . Not. . . That-”

 

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“TROWA!” Quatre screamed, jumping to his feet, mindless of the water that sloshed around his knees. His hand clenched at his shirt as he tried to breathe.

 

He was gone.

That steady presence in his heart had blacked out, leaving him suddenly very alone.

 

“Trowa. . .” He whimpered, feeling light-headed. He could feel his knees start to buckle. “Wh-what happened. . . to you. . .”

 

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A.C. 196 Apartment- Northern America

 

“So what do you think, Trowa?” Quatre asked, a slight blush lighting his cheeks as he turned for the other's inspection.

 

Trowa remained speechless, frozen on his spot on the edge of the bed, as he took in the stunning sight of the blonde. The smaller boy was wearing midnight purple button-up shirt, with the top three buttons loose, with white slacks that clung in all the right places. It was a far cry from the usual dreary gray suit he wore to Colonial Peace Conferences.

 

“Trowa?” The blonde whispered, tugging on his shirtsleeve self-consciously. “Say something. . . You're making me nervous.”

 

With a smile, the banged boy reached out his hand. “Silly boy.” He teased, drawing the blonde into his lap. “You look stunning.” He placed a carefully placed kiss behind Quatre's ear. “What's the occasion?” He murmured, laying kisses along his neck.

 

Squirming under the banged boys ministrations, Quatre giggled, “D-do I need a reason t-to. . . S-stop it.” The boy pushed away his boyfriend's roaming hands. “Tro-WAHa-ha-ha!”

 

A smirk pulled at the taller boy's lips as the blonde crumpled to the floor in an effort to escape being tickled; but Trowa wasn't about to let his prey go that easily.

 

“T-Ha-ha-ha-Tro-ha-ha-ha!”

 

“Do you give up?” The banged boy grinned.

 

“N-NO!” Quatre gasped in between his laughter.

 

“Your choice.” Trowa shrugged as he moved to his love's more vulnerable spots.

 

“NO!” Quatre shrieked, tears falling down his face, “NOT THERE! PLEASE NOT THERE-HAHAHAHAHAHHAAA!”

“Do you give up?”

 

“YES!” The blonde screamed, “I Give! JUST ST-Ha-ha-ha-OP!”

 

Trowa smiled as he watched the smaller boy pant for his breath. The blonde's face was flushed, his eyes glistening with mirth.

 

“Wh-What. . . brought. . . th-that on?”

 

The emerald eyed boy just shook his head, running his fingers through the other's blonde bangs. “You're so beautiful.” He murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against the other's.

 

“Hey! Hate to interrupt anything, but Hiiro and I are ready to go.” Duo grinned, leaning in the doorway.

 

“Go?” Trowa raised an eyebrow.

 

“Geeze! The movie? It starts in an hour.” Duo rolled his eyes. “Quat forget to tell you? Or did you not give him the chance? It took For-Ever to convince Hiiro to go. Not to mention finding Quatre's outfit. Do you know he has more suits than anything else? I mean Come on! He's what? 16? NO teenager needs so many Damned suits. Hell, most teenagers don't have even one- I sure as hell don't. They usually rent when they need it. Funural, Wedding, Prom. . .”

 

`A group date?' Trowa frowned slightly.

 

Still laying on his back, Quatre's gaze flicked from watching Duo, who appeared to be standing on the ceiling, to his love. The sense of possessive selfishness passed through him, along with silent longing. With a small smile, he tilted his head back to look at his braided friend. “If it's all the same to you, I think we'd prefer to stay home tonight.” A wave of relieved gratitude.

 

“Awe. . .” Duo pouted, “But you promised me some game time at the arcade.”

 

“We can hit the arcade another day.” Quatre stifled a moan as Trowa discretely ran a hand along his thigh.

 

“. . .” The boy sulked.

 

“Duo. . . Why don't you show Hiiro the joys of the back row of a dark movie theater?” Trowa suggested, leaning down to kiss the blonde once more. “And lock the door on the way out?”

 

“Dark back row of the movie theater?” Violet eyes glistened with mischief, as he scampered out, shutting the door behind him. “Oh, the possibilities!”

 

“Possibilities indeed.” Trowa grinned dangerously.

 

“Eep!” Quatre squeaked indignantly as the taller boy attacked his neck with his mouth while his fingers worked the buttons of the dark shirt.

 

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“TROWA!” Duo bolted from his chair to catch the unconscious boy before he hit the floor. “Tro. . . You're scarin' me! WAKE UP!” Desperately, he shook the banged boy. “Damn it, Trowa! WAKE UP!”

 

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To be continued. . .