Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Porcelain Doll ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.02.2003 | Updated On: 06.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 305 | Status: Work In Progress
Warnings: Yaoi, angst, drama
Notes: don't hurt me for the long wait.... and for the horrible chapter... ;_;
The clouds in the sky began to change to a dark dull grey as they moved swiftly across the city. Small droplets of water began to drift down making the people that were walking either take a cab home or pull an umbrella over their heads to sheid them from the cold rain.
Quatre stared out the window. The rain hit the window with light noise. He liked the rain. It seemed to calm his mind and soul, just maybe... it gave him a escape from reality. This wasn't new to him. he always drifted off in a daydream state. His eyes would just drift off and even though he was looking at the outside his mind would show him different. He liked this.
He felt a light tap on his shoulder and being in the daydream state he was in he never noticed.
"Excuse me?"
The tap continued as a girls voice called to him.
Quatre shook his head feircely and almost jumped as he turned to the girl. It was Catherine. She smiled and laughed slightly at the boy.
"Daydreaming?" She leaned down over the table and tapped her fingers on the table."Thinking of anything interesting?"
Quatre's startled look faded to a frown."No! I was just... uh..."
She giggled and slid onto the seat across from him."So, how're you doing?"
"Oh, fine."
"Yea?" She sighed and placed her hand on her cheek."I hear you met my brother." She blurted out.
Quatre stared at her."E-Excuse..me?"
"Well he told me something about you being a pr--" She was cut off as Quatre, shocked and embarrised, got up and quickly ran out.
"H-hey!" Catherine got up, stumbling from the chair to chase him but found he was nowhere in sight."Please come back..."
Quatre ran, simply, he just ran. He didn't know exactly why. He just felt the need to get out of there. He knew that she knew. He didn't want a lecture. It was just so... so confusing.
He found himself hiding in the nearest alleyway, tears fully flowing down his now red cheeks. He hit his fists against the brick wall with anger, and fustration. He then stepped back against the wall behind him and slid down to the ground.
He looked down at his knuckles which were now red."God...what have I gotten myself into?"
He sat there. He didn't know for how long, all he knew was it was sometime in the night. This was good times for customers. He swore to himself that he would never do it again. He didn't even know why he left the cafe. He didn't want help for this, he really did want someone to talk to. Advice maybe. He sighed. He didn't know what to do, or think anymore. The most important thing to him was to get off the streets, but he was still young and didn't have a clue about life.
Just then he felt the pain of reality hit him. He knew he had no hope left, he knew his life was gone, he knew there was nothing left for him, he knew he was meaningless. These were his thoughts right now. He knew he would never get a job, education, lover, family and respect. All of that was gone, vanished, dead. He was tainted. Body and Mind was tainted. Nobody would want him now, not for love that is. All he was now was a senseless puppet, doomed to live this meaningless life as a prostitute.
He decided it was pointless to stay in the alleyway all night and do nothing, well since he couldn't sleep. He got up and walked to the sidewalk and looked at the stores which were surprisingly still open." It must not be too late..." Quatre muttered. he began walking the opposite way from the cafe, somewhat afraid to go near it. He glanced behind his shoulder for a moment but suddenly bumped into someone infront of himself.He blinked a bit started."Ah.. I-I'm sorry." He looked up to see a familiar face.
The one that stood infront of him was Vance. His pale blue eyes eyed Quatre slowly."Oh, It's you."
Quatre backed up afew steps."I...I.." He stammered a bit unsure of what to say.
Vance turned and locked the door to the building as Quatre stood there unsure wheither to keep walking or stay."What are you doing?" Vance asked him.
"N-nothing..." Quatre muttered and pushed past him. He lowered his head in shame and pulled the jacket around his waist."How could I be so stupid...All he wants is sex. Nothing more. He gave me his number for that reason only. I'm so so stupid, he's gorgeous, nice and everyone a guy could wish for...but he'd never like someone like me. I'm just worthless. Why would he want someone like me when he could have anyone in the world..." Quatre stopped and looked around. "I better just stop dreaming. I'm just... pointless."
*****
Trowa rubbed his eyes. He flicked through the channels on the tv and found nothin interesting to watch. He looked at his watch. It was getting a bit late. He was just about ready to get up and go to sleep when Catherine walked in and with a sigh sat down on the couch next to him.
"Tired, Cathy?" he asked her since she had sighed.
"What do you think?" She rolled her eyes slightly and frowned.
"Ah.. sorry, sorry. I'll know not to ask that again.."
Catherine sighed again."No, I'm sorry Trowa... I just had a long day. Oh, before I forget.. I talked with that boy."
"What?"Trowa blinked at her."What for?"
"Trowa!" She stared at him and glared."Maybe you don't wanna help people but I do. I pity him. He's too young to be doing things like that. Besides he looks so lonely! I wasn't going to just ignore him."
Trowa rose an eyebrow."But you don't seem so sucessful eh?"
Catherine shook her head."I just.. think he's scared.."
"Or he's just a complete whore and is to embarrissed to fess up to you about it." Trowa stated.
"Trowa! That's enough!How dare you say something like that.."
"Pft.. I just can't tollerate people like that.."
Catherine sighed."Well... you invited him here!"
"But not for THAT purpose."
She turned away from him and stood up."I'm still going to help him out.... next time I see him... I'll make him listen to me."
"Cathy, you're just going to waste your time and breath." Trowa flicked the tv off and stood next to her."Listen Cathy, I just don't want you involved with people like that. Call me paranoid, I don't care. I just don't trust them."
Catherine nearly pouted."I... just... I really hope your wrong about him..."She turned and started to walk to her room."Don't be up too late." She went in her room and closed the door.
Trowa let himself fall back to the couch."...Whatever..."
Blue eyes, Blonde hair, Feminine looks, a sweet voice. Maybe... Catherine was right. Trowa lay back on the couch his mind drifting off since he was half asleep and began to think to himself. Gah... why did Catherine have to bring it up again? It's only one guy and she didn't even know him. I don't understand...She's too caring for her own good... If something happens to her...
Trowa rubbed his eyes trying to rid them of the sleepiness but it just made him more tired. He decided he should get to bed before he feel asleep on the couch which wouldn't be very comfortable. He turned off all the lights and headed to bed. He then changed into his pj's and got into bed.
*TBC*
erk....slow updateing....and bad chapter... very sorry..-_- I promise better.