Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sunset ❯ Twilight ( Chapter 2 )

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"Twilight"

It was close to midnight by the time the phone finally rang. Trowa jumped
nearly a mile, having been disrupted from his slumber in the recliner.
Reaching over, he grabbed the phone and answered groggily, ". . . Hello?"

"Trowa! Sorry for calling so late. There was a delay in my second flight.
I didn't wake you, did I? I did! I'm so sorry; do you want me to call
you back in the morning? I just didn't want to-"

"It's all right; I was waiting for your call," slurred Trowa, a yawn
interrupting him mid-sentence. He heard Quatre chuckle lightly on the
other line.

"That's so sweet. . . I miss you already."

"I miss you too, Quat. . ."

"I'm so sorry for waking you up! I'll call you back tomorrow, okay? You
go and get some sleep," said Quatre's concerned voice. Trowa nodded slowly
to himself, his grip on the phone slipping slowly from his weary grasp. ".
. . 'kay."

"You all right, love?"

"Yeah. Just tired."

"All right. I'll call around noon tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now, go to bed. I love you. . ."

"I love you too."

"Good night."

"'Night."

With a soft 'click' from the other line, Trowa let the phone drop from his
hand onto the floor. Damn, he was so tired. He curled back up into the
recliner, his thoughts focusing onto how much he'd like to have Quatre with
him in that recliner, both with their arms locked around each other,
nuzzling together quietly, reminding each other how much they loved each
other; Trowa running his hands through Quatre's soft, dark brown hair. . .

The phone suddenly began beeping loudly; alarming Trowa. With an annoyed
groan, he curved downward and picked up the phone, lazily replacing it back
onto its receiver. He stretched and yawned, tiredly. Finally, he mustered
up his strength and forced himself up from the recliner, and forwarded
himself to his room.

~*~

"Awe, you didn't have to, Wuffles!"

"Don't call me that!" snapped Wufei to Duo. Duo grinned at the stubborn
Chinese as he took a small, plastic bag from him. It was one of those rare
mornings where Duo actually woke up before noon and Wufei went out to buy
breakfast.

"Is Trowa up yet?" asked Wufei as he sat down at the table with the other
two pilots. Heero shook his head as his lover eagerly dug into the bag.
Heero heard the phone ring late last night, which was probably a call from
Quatre. No wonder Trowa stayed up so late. He should be waking up by now,
if not, earlier.

"I'll go wake him," volunteered Heero as he stood up from the table. Wufei
nodded to him as Duo sat up on one leg in his chair.

"You should see how long he sleeps," he suggested. Heero shook his head.

"Unlike you, I don't think he'd appreciate it if we let him sleep away the
entire morning," he said. Duo shrugged as he sat back upright in his
chair.

"All righty then," he replied. Heero turned back around up the stairs and
headed for Trowa's room.

Trowa lay straight in the corner of his bed, huddled with his pillow, still
in deep sleep. Heero knocked softly on his door and paused for a moment.
When he received no answer, he knocked again, though a little harder.
Another pause followed his action. After receiving no response, he knocked
once more a little harder. An additional pause followed. As before, no
reaction came from the sleeping pilot. Subsequently making three attempts
to awaken him, Heero sighed impatiently and opened the door.

Trowa sighed in his sleep, cuddling closer to his pillow. Heero approached
his bed and stood to the side of it, as if just waiting for Trowa to leap
up from his slumber. When the obvious didn't happen, he sat down slowly on
his bed and reached out a hand to wake the other boy from unconsciousness.
As the palm of his hand barely made contact with the thin blanket resting
upon Trowa's shoulder, he heard another sigh. Quickly, he withdrew his
hand, thinking that he woke up. With a shrug, Trowa nuzzled his head
against the pillow smashed against his chest in his arms.

'Perhaps I should just let him. . .'

Heero rested his hand on Trowa's shoulder, ready to shake him lightly. He
tightened his fingers around it slightly. Under his grasp, he felt Trowa
move about slightly, another sigh escaping him. He felt he should let him
go and allow him more sleep, but oddly, he found that he couldn't take away
his hand. Instead, he gently squeezed Trowa's shoulder, causing the boy
shift about again.

"Heero?"

Heero immediately withdrew his hand back to himself at the sound of Trowa's
voice. Slowly, Trowa turned around in the bed and looked up at Heero,
still holding the pillow tightly. Heero stared back at him, his eyes
widened slightly. Trowa guessed that he caught Heero off guard. Wow.

"Sorry," Heero said as he quickly stood up from his bed. He turned towards
the door and turned the upper half of his body to face Trowa.

"Wufei bought breakfast today," he said. Trowa sat up, letting the pillow
go.

"Thanks," he said, quietly. Heero nodded to him, turned to the door, just
as it swung open. An annoyed looking Duo stood in the doorway.

"Heero, your food's getting cold," he said, staring straight at his
boyfriend. A slight smirk formed on Heero's face as he tilted his head
slightly.

"And you didn't eat it? Surprising," he said. Duo's face cracked into a
grin as he turned his back to Heero, peering over his shoulder.

"I may just go do that if you're not in there within the next minute," he
replied, the grin on his face turning into a sly one. Heero nodded as Duo
left the doorway and back into the dining room. Before leaving the room,
Heero looked back over his shoulder to Trowa.

"You should come eat. You'll feel better," he said quickly. Trowa nodded
slowly. Taking a couple of steps towards the door, Heero stopped again.

"You need anything, just ask me," he said without turning back around to
Trowa. Trowa lifted his head to look at Heero's back in surprise. Almost
as quickly as Duo, Heero left his room, leaving him in his own confusion.

"Heero. . ."