Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sunrise ❯ Sunset ( Chapter 7 )

((I do not own Gundam Wing, blah blah blah. This is it- the epilogue of
'Sunrise'. Hope you enjoy))

"Sunset"

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"...Hello."

"Hello."

"It's been... not very long, Heero..."

"A week."

"...Why are you here?"

"Would you prefer I leave?"

"No. I want to know why you're here."

"I want to..."

"Yes?"

"... I'm sorry."

"Are you?"

"If you'll accept it."

"And if I don't?"

"Then there's no need for me to be here."

"... Then stay."

"Very well."

"I accept your apology..."

"Let's go elsewhere, Trowa."

"Very well, Heero. A nearby tent isn't in use."

Heero and Trowa soon stepped into the practically abandoned tent; a couple
of boxes of supplies and poles made up the tent; nothing much to show. The
two pilots sat across from each other, on the cold boxes.

"Is that all you came here for, Heero? To apologize?"

Heero folded his arms over his chest, casting his gaze down to the ground.
Trowa placed his arms on his legs and leaned forward slightly, awaiting the
other boy's answer. The sound of faint footsteps was heard just outside
the tent, yet they were obviously ignored by the two inside.

"Maybe."

"Maybe...?"

"Hn."

Trow a sat back, placing his arms at his sides for upper support. Heero
continued to stare at the ground, as if something interesting was stirring
about on it. Beyond the tent, in the artificial sky, night was befalling
the circus. The golden rays of dusk were gradually dimming; the shadows
beyond the tent were growing larger.

"... I heard that Duo got together with Quatre."

"It's true. Duo... 'comforted' Quatre..."

Heero took a deep breath, little shocks of pain running through his chest.
Trowa continued.

"Wufei's sticking around with them a little longer, until Sally decides to
reposition him. He hasn't really said anything about all this."

"...I see."

Heero found himself leaning forward, his forearms resting upon his thighs
and his eyes occupied with the twiddling of his thumbs. Trowa was still
using his arms for support at his sides.

"...I really did enjoy it."

Trowa looked over at Heero.

"...That afternoon. I know it sounds horrible, but... I did..."

"Heero..." Trowa stared at Heero with widened eyes. Finally looking away
from his hands or the ground, and finally at the tall brunette, Heero
stared into his emerald eyes.

"Do you... mean it?"

"Yes," the Japanese boy said, never looking away. Trowa swallowed.

"Then why did you...?"

"Wouldn't you have too, had you been in my position? I already know that
we're the bad guys; I was doing all I could to suppress that."

"I see... Well, I-"

Suddenly, the front flap to the tent was swung open. Catherine mad her way
casually into the tent, stopping in her tracks as she spotted Heero.

"Heero! I'm sorry; did I interrupt anything?" she asked, turning towards
Trowa. When the silent boy shook his head, she carried on.

"Well, one of the performers is sick, so you're supposed to fill in his
act, Trowa. Ten minutes... I'm sorry it's such a quick notice, but I was
looking for you... Is everything all right?" she asked, gradually taking a
step back towards the entrance of the tent. Trowa shook his head, and then
forced a small smile at her.

"I'm fine, Catherine. I'll be there," he said. Catherine eyed him in
concern, and then turned to Heero, who gave no response. Without much else
to do, she bowed quickly and removed herself from the tent.

"Your act is coming up; I'll allow myself back to the stands and watch."

"Thank you, Heero. Perhaps we could discuss things more after the
performance? We really haven't talked much since..."

"I know. I'll be there."

Heero stood up from the box, as did Trowa. The Japanese boy walked
slightly past the taller boy, then pauses just before he exit the tent.

"I know our sins cannot be forgiven. Yet, for the most part, Trowa..."

Heero turned and kissed Trowa, tenderly.

"Let's be... friends..."

Trowa held a smirk.