Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sunset ❯ Sunset ( Chapter 1 )

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"Sunset"

"I won't be gone for long, love. I promise."

"All right..."

Quatre wrapped his arms around Trowa, bringing him into a loving embrace.
Trowa closed his eyes and pulled him closer against him, resting the palm
of his hand on Quatre's upper back. Not long before, Trowa had just come
back from a visit with Catherine, which kept him and Quatre separated for a
couple of weeks. Now, Quatre was going away to L4; his assistance needed
in a minor, political matter. They had only three days to themselves,
before Quatre was suddenly called away.

'FLIGHT 072 IS READY FOR LOADING ALL PASSENGERS PLEASE REPORT TO GATE 16'

"That's my flight," said Quatre as he slowly pulled away from Trowa. He
didn't want to; he wanted to stay with his lover.

"I love you," said Trowa, silently. Quatre smiled at him as he took his
carrying case from beside him and kissed him quickly.

"I love you too... I'll call as soon as I get there, all right? I'll
come back as soon as I can, love," said Quatre as he began to make his way
towards the gate area. His smile disappeared amongst the crowd of people
as Trowa continued to watch, until he was sure that Quatre had made it to
his destined area. With a long sigh, he turned around and headed home.

***

Trowa slumped back into the recliner, staring at the television. He
watched the screen, bored. He knew what was going on, and yet, he wasn't
paying attention. It was as if he were just staring at a screen that
featured moving objects that meant nothing. The light of the television
was the only glow in the grand living room.

Suddenly, a lamp beside him flickered on. Lazily turning his gaze upwards,
Trowa's eyes met with a pair of cold, cobalt eyes. Nodding to Heero, he
slowly turned back to the television. Without a word, Heero sat in a
recliner across from Trowa's and turned his attention to the television.

Silence ensued between the two for a long while. No words needed to be
spoken; Heero already knew the cause for Trowa's behavior. He was yearning
for his lover; his angel.

"Oi. Y'all just gonna sit here like two statues for the whole night?"

Trowa rolled his eyes.

Duo slipped into Heero's lap, wrapping his arms around the Japanese boy's
shoulders as he drew him closer, nuzzling him gently. Heero closed his
eyes, enjoying the closeness of his lover, before he quickly reopened them
back to the television. Duo leaned on Heero's shoulder, glimpsing at it.

"Re-runs. There anything else on?" he asked. Heero kept his gaze forward.

"Ask Trowa," he said in his monotone. Casting a quick peek at the silent
pilot, Duo lifted and shook his head.

"Naw. Let's go to bed instead," he said, suddenly ripping his gaze from
Trowa. With a sideways glance, Trowa was able to see the braided pilot
roll his eyes at him, prior to nuzzling his beloved. He sighed silently,
and then turned back to the television.

"All right," replied Heero, reaching up to brush the palm of his hand
against Duo's cheek. With that gesture, Duo leaned in and kissed him
lightly, then stood up and strode up the stairs, without giving Trowa
another look.

Without a sound, Heero stood up from the recliner and faced Trowa. There
standing a moment of silence between the two boys, Heero finally cleared
his throat.

"He'll be back."

'Is he trying to cheer me up?' thought Trowa to himself as he stared up at
Heero with a somewhat puzzled expression. Heero turned to leave the 03
pilot, when suddenly a slim hand reached out and tugged at his tank top
lightly. Stopping, Heero turned around sharply and glanced down at Trowa.
Their gazes meeting, Trowa opened his mouth slowly, a wordless breath
escaping; the result of sudden distraction. In the dim lamp lightly, it
looked as if Heero's cobalt blue eyes were glowing; shimmering with a veil
of mystery and fierceness behind them. His stern expression only made them
more appealing. No wonder Duo loved looking into those deep, mystifying
eyes.

Quickly, Trowa tore his gaze away from Heero, letting go of his shirt.
Heero raised an eyebrow, and then turned fully to the tall pilot in the
recliner.

"What?" he asked bluntly. Trowa forced himself to return his gaze.

"...Thanks. Good night," he said quickly, turning back to the
television. Heero shook his head quickly, then turned and ventured up the
stairs to his braided lover.