Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sunrise ❯ Afternoon ( Chapter 5 )

I do not own Gundam Wing, blah blah blah. Also, there seems to be just a
wee bit of confusion, so I'll summarize this story thus far. (For any
other readers who haven't read "Sunset". And incase you haven't noticed,

I ~did~ post this on ff.net, and there was some slight confusion there, so

I posted this little explanation... ^__^v)

This fanfic is a sequel to another one of my
fanfics called "Sunset". In that one, Trowa found himself becoming
attracted to Heero; this attraction grew due to the fact that Trowa and
Quatre were spending more and more time apart. As for Heero and Duo's
relationship, Heero and Duo (in the past) kept finding themselves arguing
about the most simplest of subjects, which was leaving them both
frustrated. One night, while Duo leaves the safe house because of a recent
argument between him and Heero, and which Heero cheated on Duo with Trowa
(pent up frustration- Trowa's attraction to Heero).

That about sums it up. I hope this also clears up the fic for anyone else
who was a bit confused by the circumstances in this fanfic *bows* Now, on
with the fic!

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"Afternoon"

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Trowa looked outside the living room window for about the millionth time.
The sun was now setting over the horizon, leaving the sky a golden hue.
Far above, the sparkling stars of beyond the sky began to display their
beautiful bodies. Inside the safe house, Wufei sat in the recliner, once
again watching the television, bored. Heero was once more sitting at the
kitchen table, rapidly typing away at his laptop.

Quatre hadn't returned from his visit with Duo at the hospital. Wufei had
called the place about a couple of hours ago, only to find out that Duo had
left with Quatre. Trowa found it quite odd, for Quatre to be gone so long
without contacting anyone at the safe house, first. He left that morning,
and now, as night advanced unhurriedly, Trowa began to worry about his
blonde lover.

"... Trowa... Is it true that you had sex with Quatre last night?"

At the sound of Heero's monotonic voice, Trowa suddenly whipped his head
around. Heero was standing up from the kitchen table, carefully beginning
to fold close his laptop. Wufei also broke his attention from the
television and sat upright.

"... Excuse me?" asked Trowa, fully turning around to face Heero. Heero
set aside his laptop, then met Trowa's gaze with his cold stare. Wufei
looked up from the recliner and watched him as he strode across the living
room.

"You heard me," he replied. Trowa stared at him, his visible eye widened
slightly in surprise from the blunt question. Without waiting for an
answer from the tall pilot, Heero quickly enclosed the distance between
them, then unexpectedly threw and landed his tightened fist onto Trowa's
left cheek. Instantly, Wufei stood up from the recliner.

Trowa wasn't expecting the sudden attack; he fell against the wall beside
the window. Heero placed both his hands at his sides, his hands curled
into white knuckled fists. Wufei stood stiff, yet ready to break up any
oncoming fight, if any. Both Asian boys waited for Trowa's reaction, who
was slowly retracting himself from the wall.

Heero suddenly grabbed Trowa by his green turtle neck collar, elevating him
up to his face. His eyes were narrowed with a fierce stare in them. For
the first time ever, Trowa felt a shock of dread spark down his spine at
the sight of the fury of Heero's stare.

"Answer me," he said, his voice low and threatening. Trowa nervously
swallowed a growing lump in his throat, and then hesitantly opened his
mouth.

"Y-Yes," he answered. Heero swiftly threw Trowa back against the wall,
this time, letting go of his worn garment. Wufei continued to stand guard,
highly curious of the Japanese pilot's actions.

Without another warning, Heero twisted his upper body and struck Trowa
again, his knuckles digging into the other boy's skin, ramming him once
more into the wall. At that, Wufei instantly leapt up to the raged pilot
and grabbed his forearms. Heero made no resistance as Wufei rapidly bent
his elbows and forced his arms behind his back.

"Idiot," he growled at the boy against the wall. Trowa tasted a thick,
metallic-tasting fluid in his mouth; blood. His vision was temporarily out
of focus. He changed his gaze to the floor, the fine carpet of it
gradually coming into view. The blood in his mouth began to flood his
mouth. He slowly placed a hand over his mouth, bits of blood running down
his fingers and chin.

"I thought we were equally stupid in what we did. What you are choosing to
do obviously shows otherwise," Heero continued. Trowa forced himself to
stand up.

"W-What if you were... in the same position as me, Heero? What if Duo
never walked in?" Trowa asked, still keeping his hand over his bloodied
mouth. Heero's expression refused to cease.

"That never happened. There's no and's, if's, or but's. What's done is
done. I await my fate from Duo, as you should be doing with Quatre," he
replied, his voice still in the deep monotone. Wufei continued to hold
back the cobalt eyed pilot, though he lessened his grip upon him, slightly.

"... And our time meant nothing to you..." Trowa said, more blood beginning
to make its way down his chin, leisurely. At that sight, Wufei released
Heero and turned quickly towards the kitchen table. Heero ignored him, his
eyes locked onto Trowa.

"... It meant something to me," Trowa said, the lump in his throat growing
larger. Heero's expression didn't change. Soon, Wufei walked back into
the living room and handed Trowa a couple of napkins for the blood.
Silently accepting them, Trowa wiped the blood off his chin and lips, then
his fingers. Afterwards, he returned his gaze back up to Heero.

"I... I fell in love with you, Heero," the boy said. The cold expression
upon Heero's face did not return. Unconsciously, his hands curled back up
into tight fists. Before Wufei would react, Heero lifting his fist to
strike Trowa once again...

Just then, Duo and Quatre opened and walked through the front door.