Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Innocent Realization ❯ Chapter 3: Trowa Found ( Chapter 3 )
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By: SilverLemnear 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.17.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 748 | Visits: 314 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.17.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 748 | Visits: 314 | Status: Completed
Chapter 3: Trowa Found
So many nights I cried to sleep, hoping Trowa would be found and returned to my arms. Why was this happening to me, why had God cursed me with this sorrow? I hated life at that point in time, I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't even get out of bed. Between sobs, I would look at his picture, and chuckle at the goofy look on his face. As I did this one day, I suppose Trowa had told me in my mind that I shouldn't be acting this way, that I was not acting like "his" Quatre. With that thought, I regained my courage to live my life, to be "his" Quatre once again.
As I sat at my desk as the Winner Company President one day, I received a message from Heero that Trowa had been found, and was being brought to the base. Before Heero could finish, I raced out of my office and made a bee-line to the base.
"Where's Trowa!? Tell me now!" I yelled as I shot into the base's entrance. Duo quickly silenced me and pointed to the boys' brackets. Slowly, I walked in, gazing at the bed with a large occupant under the sheets. I fell to my knees with tears of joy in my eyes by his bedside.
"Trowa....you're alive....thank God" I slid my hands over his face and couldn't help myself, I leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss upon his lips. His body didn't move. "T..Trowa?" I quickly checked for a pulse. There was one, faint, but defiantly a pulse. Then, I was hit with the frightful acknowledgment that he was in a coma. I sighed lightly, almost in tears, ones of joy, and agony.
"Give him time.......he'll recover.." Heero said from the door, apparently trying to ease my torment.
"Arigato....Heero-san..." and so the waiting began.
***
Weeks slowly rolled by, each one tearing my faith, a bit at a time, in Trowa recovering. Then, a month later, Trowa awoke. I had walked into the room to check on him, my usual routine for 6:00 everyday. I dropped my paper work and placed my hand over my mouth.
"Trowa!" I made my way to his bed and embraced him tightly. "Oh Trowa! I'm so happy your up!"
"Q...Quatre?" he stammered with a confused look. "Is that you....Quatre?" I smiled and looked in his eyes.
"Yes Trowa, it's me" I didn't loosen my grip once the whole hour I held him, in fear of losing him again if I did. He lifted his hands and held me close (oh the feeling to be in his arms again!). The next few hours passed with us talking of the old times and what had happened to Trowa after he was sent to the base.
"Quatre.....do you....still care for me?" he asked with curious eyes.
"Trowa! What a question to ask! Of course I do, with all my heart." I said with a slight baffled look (oh to ask such a question!). I stared at him, smiling at his elegant face and smile.
"I'm glad..." he said. " I was afraid, afraid you had found another"
"Don't think that Trowa-san...I'll always care for you, no matter what" with those words, I engaged a deep passionate kiss upon his lips, our tongues meshing. I could feel Trowa's hands slid under my shirt, gracing my skin and hold me close. He managed to slide the shirt off and over my head with no trouble. I did the same to him, pressing a trail of soft kisses along his neck, reaching his mouth and kissing him again.
"ahh..." Torwa slipped his hands into my pants and fondled my arouser. A soft moan flowed from my mouth, and seemed to excite him enough to flip me over and pin me to the bed. Shocked by his strength, even after his coma, I bashfully turned my head from his gaze.
"Look at me...." Trowa said sweetly, and I obeyed without hesitation. "Such beautiful eyes need a comment about their beauty" I giggled from his response and stared at him.
"You needn't do so, Trowa" I said with a smile. "You're wor---AH...*" Trowa stopped me short with his hand gracing my arouser, sliding his thumb over the tip. "T..Trowa...."
"shhhh...." he placed two fingers to my mouth and continued with his intentions. I simply closed my eyes and waited for my beloved's performance, his performance of endearment.
So many nights I cried to sleep, hoping Trowa would be found and returned to my arms. Why was this happening to me, why had God cursed me with this sorrow? I hated life at that point in time, I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't even get out of bed. Between sobs, I would look at his picture, and chuckle at the goofy look on his face. As I did this one day, I suppose Trowa had told me in my mind that I shouldn't be acting this way, that I was not acting like "his" Quatre. With that thought, I regained my courage to live my life, to be "his" Quatre once again.
As I sat at my desk as the Winner Company President one day, I received a message from Heero that Trowa had been found, and was being brought to the base. Before Heero could finish, I raced out of my office and made a bee-line to the base.
"Where's Trowa!? Tell me now!" I yelled as I shot into the base's entrance. Duo quickly silenced me and pointed to the boys' brackets. Slowly, I walked in, gazing at the bed with a large occupant under the sheets. I fell to my knees with tears of joy in my eyes by his bedside.
"Trowa....you're alive....thank God" I slid my hands over his face and couldn't help myself, I leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss upon his lips. His body didn't move. "T..Trowa?" I quickly checked for a pulse. There was one, faint, but defiantly a pulse. Then, I was hit with the frightful acknowledgment that he was in a coma. I sighed lightly, almost in tears, ones of joy, and agony.
"Give him time.......he'll recover.." Heero said from the door, apparently trying to ease my torment.
"Arigato....Heero-san..." and so the waiting began.
***
Weeks slowly rolled by, each one tearing my faith, a bit at a time, in Trowa recovering. Then, a month later, Trowa awoke. I had walked into the room to check on him, my usual routine for 6:00 everyday. I dropped my paper work and placed my hand over my mouth.
"Trowa!" I made my way to his bed and embraced him tightly. "Oh Trowa! I'm so happy your up!"
"Q...Quatre?" he stammered with a confused look. "Is that you....Quatre?" I smiled and looked in his eyes.
"Yes Trowa, it's me" I didn't loosen my grip once the whole hour I held him, in fear of losing him again if I did. He lifted his hands and held me close (oh the feeling to be in his arms again!). The next few hours passed with us talking of the old times and what had happened to Trowa after he was sent to the base.
"Quatre.....do you....still care for me?" he asked with curious eyes.
"Trowa! What a question to ask! Of course I do, with all my heart." I said with a slight baffled look (oh to ask such a question!). I stared at him, smiling at his elegant face and smile.
"I'm glad..." he said. " I was afraid, afraid you had found another"
"Don't think that Trowa-san...I'll always care for you, no matter what" with those words, I engaged a deep passionate kiss upon his lips, our tongues meshing. I could feel Trowa's hands slid under my shirt, gracing my skin and hold me close. He managed to slide the shirt off and over my head with no trouble. I did the same to him, pressing a trail of soft kisses along his neck, reaching his mouth and kissing him again.
"ahh..." Torwa slipped his hands into my pants and fondled my arouser. A soft moan flowed from my mouth, and seemed to excite him enough to flip me over and pin me to the bed. Shocked by his strength, even after his coma, I bashfully turned my head from his gaze.
"Look at me...." Trowa said sweetly, and I obeyed without hesitation. "Such beautiful eyes need a comment about their beauty" I giggled from his response and stared at him.
"You needn't do so, Trowa" I said with a smile. "You're wor---AH...*" Trowa stopped me short with his hand gracing my arouser, sliding his thumb over the tip. "T..Trowa...."
"shhhh...." he placed two fingers to my mouth and continued with his intentions. I simply closed my eyes and waited for my beloved's performance, his performance of endearment.