Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden Tears ❯ First Meeting ( Chapter 1 )

Hidden Tears

This is a suicide fic. So, if you can't handle heavy angst and suicide-implications, do not read, okay? I'm very good at piling on the angst... Just warning you now.

Any and all flames will be fed to the Berrful. The boys are all in highschool in this, and live in Los Angeles, so yeah. Trowa's a senior in hs whereas Q's a junior, Duo's a junior too, and as for Heero and Fei, I haven't decided if they're going to play any major parts in this fic yet, but they're probably going to be juniors too. Hmm. Trowa's graduating before them all. They all live alone... Lonley li'l guys, aren't they?

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Sinking down into the leather computer chair which he found himself situated in almost every second of his existance, Trowa scanned the dark green taskbar at the bottom of his large monitor until he found the shortcut he wanted, having just finished his endless amount of homework. He hovered his mouse over the image of a yellow-orange person running, wondering mildly why the inventors of AOL Instant Messenger decided to use that particular shape. A clicking sound resonated in the quiet room of his house as he pushed down on the left-hand side button on the mouse, spinning the grey wheel in the center of the right and left-hand side buttons while he waited for Instant Messenger to load. A window appeared on his screen, with his screenname above text which changed from 'connecting' to 'verifying name and password' to 'starting services' as he signed on to AIM. His emerald eyes examined the few names on his Buddy List, and his heart fell in timing with his shoulders when he didn't find a certian screenname he wanted to see.

An IM window popped up on his screen; his friend Duo Maxwell always IMed him the second he got online. He didn't mind, though. It was nice to know someone wanted to talk to him.

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ILoveSugar: hey Tro!

UonlyC1I: Hi Duo.

ILoveSugar: you signed on late tonight

UonlyC1I: Had lots of homework.

ILoveSugar: ah. I had lots of homework too

UonlyC1I: Did you finish it?

ILoveSugar: um... no

UonlyC1I: Go finish it. That way you can go online as late as you want...

ILoveSugar: aww. do I have to?

UonlyC1I: Yes.

ILoveSugar: ...but...

UonlyC1I: It will pay off in the end.

ILoveSugar: yeah, I guess so. but it's soo boring!

UonlyC1I: I'd have to agree with you there.

ILoveSugar: ok...since I know I cant escape you telling me to do my homework I'll go do it

ILoveSugar: *can't

UonlyC1I: See you later Duo.

UonlyC1I: Be sure to take time on number 42 for math. That's a hard one.

ILoveSugar: heyy, wanna do me a favor and give me the answer so I can get back online faster?

UonlyC1I: You know how I am about giving out answers...

ILoveSugar: pleeeeeeeeeeeeease pleasepleaseplease

UonlyC1I: Fine... Call me when you get to it.

ILoveSugar: never go easy on a guy, do ya?

UonlyC1I: Nope.

ILoveSugar: meanie... well anyways I'll go be attacked by homework and die a painful and long death by number 42...

UonlyC1I: You do that.

ILoveSugar: bye Tro

UonlyC1I: Bye Duo.

Auto Response from ILoveSugar: homework has come to eat me alive. be back if a certian someone will ever give me the answer to math...TROWA!

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Trowa smiled slightly at Duo's away message and sat back in his chair, sending his Buddy List incessant glares for not showing the screenname of one of his friends in the 'Buddies' section. He supposed he should rename the Buddies catagory, but found himself too lazy to think up a good name to summarize all the people in the only part of his Buddy List with people in it. How he managed to come up with a screenname was beyond his imagination.

He sighed. His very close 'online' friend (he had actually met Quatre through Duo, who he knew from school, but he had never actually seen Duo's polite companion), Quatre, hadn't been online for the past week, and whenever he did sign on, he left before Trowa could type even 'hello'. He was starting to get worried about the boy, last time he had talked to Quatre, the other had been very depressed.

He clicked on the shortcut link for Internet Explorer and started clicking his way into Yahoo! Mail, growling as popups warred for dominance on his screen, when in the end he 'x'-ed out of them all. Click, click, click, click... When he finally reached the page with his e-mail on it, he found his inbox empty; something which didn't suprise him. He turned his head to the side for a moment to stretch his muscles, closing his emerald eyes slowly. A familiar sound from his Buddy List reached his ears, but he figured it could wait a moment... He opened one eye. Fear filled his heart when he saw the IM he recieved.

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ForeverAlone: H-hi Trowa

UonlyC1I: ...Hi Quatre. Is something wrong?

ForeverAlone: Uhm... Well...

UonlyC1I: Tell me.

ForeverAlone: I... I don't want to burden you with my troubles, forget about it.

UonlyC1I: I won't forget about it. Tell me.

ForeverAlone: Okay... Trowa, have you ever felt like you can't go on anymore?

UonlyC1I: ... What happened?

ForeverAlone: ...you know how I said I wouldn't cut?

UonlyC1I: Don't tell me....

ForeverAlone: I'm sorry! Yesterday one of my 'friends' said I annoyed them too much infront of everyone...

UonlyC1I: Screw them.

ForeverAlone: And at lunch...

UonlyC1I: And at lunch...?

ForeverAlone: I sat all alone to see if anyone actually cared as much as they say they do. But no one came to see if I was alright... I should have known, Trowa....*

UonlyC1I: Again, screw them.

ForeverAlone: i'm panicking right now!

ForeverAlone: everything's just falling apart!

ForeverAlone: trowa how much longer do they expect me to go on?!

UonlyC1I: Calm down.

UonlyC1I: You said you live in L.A., correct?

ForeverAlone: yeah

UonlyC1I: I'll come pick you up. Is that alright with you...?

ForeverAlone: I..y-yeah... you're just like Duo told me you were.

UonlyC1I: Give me your address.

Quatre paused for a moment before typing in his address with shaky fingers. It wasn't that he didn't trust Trowa, because he did, but deep inside of him, his fear of betrayal was growing. 'What if he turns out to be just like them?' The blonde shook his head. 'No, because Duo wouldn't be friends with back-stabbers.'

ForeverAlone: please hurry... I...need someone right now

UonlyC1I: Ah...you live close to me. I'll be over A.S.A.P..

ForeverAlone: thanks....

UonlyC1I: Signing off now.

ForeverAlone: ok

Previous message was not recieved by UonlyC1I because of error: User UonlyC1I is not available.

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Quatre closed the IM box and grabbed a jacket from his closet before pulling it tight around his shoulders. The dried blood on his pale wrists made him cringe silently as he shuffled to his front door, and at the same time, desiring to cut even more in some maniacle, sadistic way. Maybe he could get away without Trowa finding his scars? No, that wouldn't work. He had already told Trowa he cut; he couldn't go back on what he said. Not unless he wanted to appear as a liar.

As quietly as he could, he closed the white-painted door to his house and stepped outside into the cold night air, flinching as the icy coldness of the post-sunset atmosphere bit at his sensitive skin. He scanned his front yard for a rock or some simliar object to perch himself on while he waited for Trowa to arrive. Upon finding a stone big enough to support his weight (even though he was pretty skinny), he hunched his shoulders and hugged the jacket tighter around his body until he felt the seams starting to near the breaking point.

The screeching of tires drew his attention from his coldness to the sight of a dark colored car parked just a mere 10 feet away from where he was currently situated. In the driver's seat he saw a tall boy with what he thought to be light brown, almost milk-chocolate colored hair, and bangs falling over one of the boy's eyes completely. He tilted his head to the side as the car door opened and the boy stepped outside and turned around, emerald eyes locking with his own aqua.

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"You're Quatre, I presume?" asked Trowa quietly.

The blonde nodded once. "T-Trowa?"

"Yeah." Trowa stepped into the light pouring down onto the sidewalk from a streetlamp. "Come on. Let's get you back to my place... You doing okay?"

"I-I think kinda, thanks."

Trowa nodded his head at his car, and extended his hand for the smaller boy to take. Pulling himself heavily to his feet, Quatre took Trowa's hand, keeping instep with Trowa as he was lead back to the somewhat old-looking vehicle. The fabric of the blonde's over-sized blue denim jeans brushed against Trowa's jeans, and Quatre blushed. 'He is pretty attractive...'

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After a five minute drive in silence, Trowa pulled into the driveway of a single story, brown and white house with a poorly tended to front yard, and the remains of what Quatre guessed to be a bench sitting despondently in the corner. But there was one flower inparticular which caught Quatre's attention- a single yellow rose was shooting out of the soil, glowing happily amidst the mess of other flowers. He smiled slightly.

"You're cold." Trowa said, once he and his friend had situated themselves in Trowa's livingroom. The other boy did appear to be cold; Quatre was shivering violently.

"I-it's okay. Thank you for letting me come here, Trowa."

"Let me get you a blanket." Trowa rose to his feet gracefully, sauntering over to a nearby closet. He searched through various somethings-or-others until he settled upon a large, hand woven forest-green quilt buried deep inside the unorganized mess that was his closet. Gathering the blanket in his arms, he turned back to the freezing blonde. "This should help." He sat down on the sofa beside Quatre and draped the quilt around the smaller boy's shoulders.

Quatre gratefully drew back into the comforting warmth of the blanket and plastered a smile on his face. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." Trowa commented, stretching out his long legs and arms as he yawned. "It's getting late. You're welcome to stay here for a few nights or whatever if you wish."

"Thanks..." Quatre whispered, "I don't want to be alone."

Trowa snapped back to his position prior to the overpowering yawn and glanced sharply at Quatre's wrist. "You said you cut. Show me your wrist."

Quatre's heart fell. "I-it stopped bleeding..."

"Show it to me."

Reluctantly, the blonde pulled back the long sleeve of his white shirt and revealed the pale pink scars on his wrist and forearm. He felt his cheeks get hot when Trowa set his hand on his, and squeezed it reassureingly.

"I'll help you with this." promised the taller boy.

By now, it seemed like Quatre had said 'Thank you' or 'thanks' at least fifty-five times, so instead of repeating the same words as he had in almost every sentence before, he smiled, curling up into a ball on Trowa's couch. "Is it okay if I go to sleep here?"

"No." Trowa said.

Quatre was silent.

"I have an extra mattress upstairs. I wouldn't let you sleep on the couch."

A relieved sigh escaped Quatre's lips. "Oh, okay. Thanks,"

"No problem." Trowa pointed up the stairs. "It's been laying there waiting for someone to use it since I moved in here. The people who lived here last left it here, along with some pillows, and a bed-spread already on it. You're more than welcome to use it, and that blanket."

Quatre waited a few moments before thanking Trowa again. He wasn't shivering as much anymore when he had climbed all the stairs and found the extra mattress in, almost embarrasingly, Trowa's room. But he didn't care whose room it was in as he crawled into bed. He was asleep before he hit the pillow.

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Trowa stared blankly infront of him at the spot on the couch Quatre had occupied just moments before. He sighed and flicked off the light in the livingroom before hauling himself up the stairs, down the hall, and into his room, where he fell asleep listening to the steady breaths of a sleeping angel not even five feet away.

He just hoped he could help Quatre . . .

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*--> I did this last year. I sat all alone at lunch one day to see if anyone cared, and no one came to sit next to me... Oh, boohoo. Whatever! I'm off to highschool now ^_^

End chapter one! I spent all day working on this, and tonight worked on it for about 3 hours straight. I hope you like this! I really do. Please review! Also please don't be all "oh someone else will review instead of me" because half the people reading this will probably think that way, and then I'll get no reviews! *cries*

But now I gotta go, because I don't think it's possible to be any more tired than I am right now.

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