Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Aftermath ❯ Chapter 2
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Spider_Queen 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 310 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 310 | Status: Completed
note: starting this chapter, flashbacks are between ((...)). ^^
Entering the home that the Gundam pilots shared was a very surreal experience for Quatre...while he was with Gabriel, the young blond had dreamed up a hundred scenarios as to what the others would be doing, and how they would be living...but he'd lost all hope in ever seeing that with his own eyes. Now he was...and not in any of his dreams, would he have suspected that the pilot's shared a small mansion, which they kept themselves (for he saw no servents as Trowa led him by the hand through the carpetted hallways)...and they kept it well! The walls were pained pale white, without smudges or finger prints...the carpets he'd seen were all dark violet and looked as though they were vacumed once a week or so. The tile floore of the entry hall had been cleaned and the closet that Trowa had deposited his and Quatre's coats in was organized and neat. Quite frankly, Quatre was surprised. He'd expected that the pilots would be living in small, ill kept apartments, or perhaps trailors. Wufei's would be clean, though...and so would Trowa's. Perhaps it was their influence that birthed such a tidy home.
Trowa led Quatre down the main hall, his emerald eyes fixed on his lover, worriment crossing over his usually blank features, but Quatre ignored it and followed him blindly.
After several minutes, the corridor at last opened into a large room, with a deep blue carpet and several curtained windows. The center of the room was taken up by a wooden coffee table, and against one wall was a large screen tv, A couch was in front of the TV and double armchairs were possitioned around the coffee table.
Sprawled in the couch, Duo was playing Playstation, laughing gleefully at the electronic explosion-sounds.
QUatre stared at the back of it's friend's head, courage disapating rapidly. Trowa put a warm and comforting hand on Quatre's shoulder, urging him on and giving him stregnth.
"Hey guys!" Duo called without looking up from his game. "What took ya so long? How much food do you need to get?"
"With you in the house," Trowa spoke up drying. "I'm sure they'll be getting quite a bit."
Without really diverting his attention from his game, Duo looked over, grin on his face. The grin fell as his eyes locked on Quatre-so did the game controller.
Quatre wanted to shrink into a little ball, and felt himself inching behind Trowa uncomfortably. Duo just stared at him...stared at him with a slightly open mouth and eyes wide in surprise. Slowly, the braided boy stood, and shuffled towards the blond Arabian that everyone thought to be dead. Trowa moved a step to the side, expossing Quatre completely.
"Quatre?" Duo's soft voice was colored with disbelief as he paused, only inches from the blond.
"Uh...hi Duo," Quatre breathed, nearly whispering.
Strong arms grabbed the blonde, forcing an "eep" to escape his mouth, and held him tightly against Duo's warm, black clad body. The breath left Quatre's lungs as Duo pounded his back, burrying his face in Quatre's shoulder. "Oh Gods, Quatre!" Duo shouted into Quatre's ear, making the other boy wince. "We missed you so much!" The joy in Duo's voice at his return, evarporated Quatre's unrational fears, and the blond found himself wrapping his arms around his friend in return.
They didn't break away until their breath ran out-and when they did, Quatre noticed that tears had gathered in Duo's eyes.
Duo hadn't really changed in Quatre's absence...perhas his braid was a bit longer, and his slim frame a bit longer...but he was still the Duo that Quatre had known.
"What happened to you, man?" Duo asked, holding Quatre at arms length. "We thought you were dead...you've changed so much."
Quatre shifted his weight awkwardly. "A lots happened," he said quietly.
((pain...darkness...the cold. Why couldn't they let him die? Why couldn't they let him go?))
"I'd rather not talk about it." his voice was nothing more than a whisper now, and the room went silent aside from the tinny music coming from Duo's abandoned game.
At last Duo nodded. "Sure, man," he said, his grin firmly back into place. "As long as your here to stay."
Quatre nodded firmly. "And I am."
"Then sweet! Wait till Hee-chan and Fei hear your back...their gonna be shocked!" Duo giggled with anticipation, and a smile once again grew on Quatre's face.
"When will they be back?" Trowa asked in a soft voice.
Duo gave an exadurated shrug. "Beats me! hours ago?"
"In that case, I think I'm going to show Quatre to the room he'll be sharing with me," Trowa turned to lead the Winner out of the living room.
"Not without me, your not! I ain't letting this one outta my site!" Duo exclaimed, wrapping an arm tightly around Quatre's shoulders as they began walking towards the room Trowa occupied.
~*~
Quatre stood before the mirror, lost in it's reflection. Behind him, Duo sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed as he rambled brightly on about how worried the pilots had been and how they'd searched and searched for Quatre. Quatre heard his words, but wasn't really listening. In the mirror, he stared at himself...his sea green eyes seemed so old and tired...his hair, which swept his collar bone nearly was as blond as ever, yet it seemed a little dirty from all the grime and pain in the past year. But the biggest change in him wasn't so tanglible...how could someone define the loss of innocence?
He turned from the mirror to face the room. Duo was still talking, his voice a background to the quiet that filled Quatre's mind...just like old times, though Quatre didn't bother responding to as much now.
Trowa's room was deceptivly simple-just like the tell pilot. A single, large bed was pressed against the wall, a filled bookself against another. There was a mirror as well as a bureau that housed Trowa's old half-mask as well a sa few framed photos...Kathy; the pilots; Heavyarms...a small, well-handles photo of Trowa and Quatre together... In one corner was a display case that kept calling to the blond. Inside the case, was his old violin and bow, as well as a silver flute. Quatre wondered if Trowa stilled played...and if he would be any good at it were he to pick the bow up again. He was afraid that all his old lessons had been replaced in his mind with the crack of whips and the sting of tears.
"Duo," Quatre said, interupting the loud pilot, who opened his eyes and blinked at his friend. "I think I'm going to take a shower before Heero and Wufei get home, if thats all right."
Duo blinked again then grinned, unfolding himself to stand. "Sure thing, Q! I'll see ya later!" He ran over and gave the blond an unexpected hug before dashing out of the room.
Quatre sighed and started towards the bathroom that connected to the room he and Trowa were to share. He turned the shower on and stepped in, letting the hot water run over his smooth body, easing the tightness from him shoulders and back...
(("Hold still, little one," Gabriel commanded, as he put a restraining hand on Quatre's wet shoulder. Quatre clenched his teath and braced himself, but obeyed. As expected, the scratchy natural spounge that Gabriel liked started scrubbing at Quatre's raw back, making the cuts and bruise sting feircly. Pause for soap...then again. Lowering his head, Quatre forced his eyes open and stared down at the water flowing swiftly down the drain. It was red...red with dried blood and newly re-opened wounds...He clenched his eyes shut tightly and endured the pain of a simple shower.))
Entering the home that the Gundam pilots shared was a very surreal experience for Quatre...while he was with Gabriel, the young blond had dreamed up a hundred scenarios as to what the others would be doing, and how they would be living...but he'd lost all hope in ever seeing that with his own eyes. Now he was...and not in any of his dreams, would he have suspected that the pilot's shared a small mansion, which they kept themselves (for he saw no servents as Trowa led him by the hand through the carpetted hallways)...and they kept it well! The walls were pained pale white, without smudges or finger prints...the carpets he'd seen were all dark violet and looked as though they were vacumed once a week or so. The tile floore of the entry hall had been cleaned and the closet that Trowa had deposited his and Quatre's coats in was organized and neat. Quite frankly, Quatre was surprised. He'd expected that the pilots would be living in small, ill kept apartments, or perhaps trailors. Wufei's would be clean, though...and so would Trowa's. Perhaps it was their influence that birthed such a tidy home.
Trowa led Quatre down the main hall, his emerald eyes fixed on his lover, worriment crossing over his usually blank features, but Quatre ignored it and followed him blindly.
After several minutes, the corridor at last opened into a large room, with a deep blue carpet and several curtained windows. The center of the room was taken up by a wooden coffee table, and against one wall was a large screen tv, A couch was in front of the TV and double armchairs were possitioned around the coffee table.
Sprawled in the couch, Duo was playing Playstation, laughing gleefully at the electronic explosion-sounds.
QUatre stared at the back of it's friend's head, courage disapating rapidly. Trowa put a warm and comforting hand on Quatre's shoulder, urging him on and giving him stregnth.
"Hey guys!" Duo called without looking up from his game. "What took ya so long? How much food do you need to get?"
"With you in the house," Trowa spoke up drying. "I'm sure they'll be getting quite a bit."
Without really diverting his attention from his game, Duo looked over, grin on his face. The grin fell as his eyes locked on Quatre-so did the game controller.
Quatre wanted to shrink into a little ball, and felt himself inching behind Trowa uncomfortably. Duo just stared at him...stared at him with a slightly open mouth and eyes wide in surprise. Slowly, the braided boy stood, and shuffled towards the blond Arabian that everyone thought to be dead. Trowa moved a step to the side, expossing Quatre completely.
"Quatre?" Duo's soft voice was colored with disbelief as he paused, only inches from the blond.
"Uh...hi Duo," Quatre breathed, nearly whispering.
Strong arms grabbed the blonde, forcing an "eep" to escape his mouth, and held him tightly against Duo's warm, black clad body. The breath left Quatre's lungs as Duo pounded his back, burrying his face in Quatre's shoulder. "Oh Gods, Quatre!" Duo shouted into Quatre's ear, making the other boy wince. "We missed you so much!" The joy in Duo's voice at his return, evarporated Quatre's unrational fears, and the blond found himself wrapping his arms around his friend in return.
They didn't break away until their breath ran out-and when they did, Quatre noticed that tears had gathered in Duo's eyes.
Duo hadn't really changed in Quatre's absence...perhas his braid was a bit longer, and his slim frame a bit longer...but he was still the Duo that Quatre had known.
"What happened to you, man?" Duo asked, holding Quatre at arms length. "We thought you were dead...you've changed so much."
Quatre shifted his weight awkwardly. "A lots happened," he said quietly.
((pain...darkness...the cold. Why couldn't they let him die? Why couldn't they let him go?))
"I'd rather not talk about it." his voice was nothing more than a whisper now, and the room went silent aside from the tinny music coming from Duo's abandoned game.
At last Duo nodded. "Sure, man," he said, his grin firmly back into place. "As long as your here to stay."
Quatre nodded firmly. "And I am."
"Then sweet! Wait till Hee-chan and Fei hear your back...their gonna be shocked!" Duo giggled with anticipation, and a smile once again grew on Quatre's face.
"When will they be back?" Trowa asked in a soft voice.
Duo gave an exadurated shrug. "Beats me! hours ago?"
"In that case, I think I'm going to show Quatre to the room he'll be sharing with me," Trowa turned to lead the Winner out of the living room.
"Not without me, your not! I ain't letting this one outta my site!" Duo exclaimed, wrapping an arm tightly around Quatre's shoulders as they began walking towards the room Trowa occupied.
~*~
Quatre stood before the mirror, lost in it's reflection. Behind him, Duo sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed as he rambled brightly on about how worried the pilots had been and how they'd searched and searched for Quatre. Quatre heard his words, but wasn't really listening. In the mirror, he stared at himself...his sea green eyes seemed so old and tired...his hair, which swept his collar bone nearly was as blond as ever, yet it seemed a little dirty from all the grime and pain in the past year. But the biggest change in him wasn't so tanglible...how could someone define the loss of innocence?
He turned from the mirror to face the room. Duo was still talking, his voice a background to the quiet that filled Quatre's mind...just like old times, though Quatre didn't bother responding to as much now.
Trowa's room was deceptivly simple-just like the tell pilot. A single, large bed was pressed against the wall, a filled bookself against another. There was a mirror as well as a bureau that housed Trowa's old half-mask as well a sa few framed photos...Kathy; the pilots; Heavyarms...a small, well-handles photo of Trowa and Quatre together... In one corner was a display case that kept calling to the blond. Inside the case, was his old violin and bow, as well as a silver flute. Quatre wondered if Trowa stilled played...and if he would be any good at it were he to pick the bow up again. He was afraid that all his old lessons had been replaced in his mind with the crack of whips and the sting of tears.
"Duo," Quatre said, interupting the loud pilot, who opened his eyes and blinked at his friend. "I think I'm going to take a shower before Heero and Wufei get home, if thats all right."
Duo blinked again then grinned, unfolding himself to stand. "Sure thing, Q! I'll see ya later!" He ran over and gave the blond an unexpected hug before dashing out of the room.
Quatre sighed and started towards the bathroom that connected to the room he and Trowa were to share. He turned the shower on and stepped in, letting the hot water run over his smooth body, easing the tightness from him shoulders and back...
(("Hold still, little one," Gabriel commanded, as he put a restraining hand on Quatre's wet shoulder. Quatre clenched his teath and braced himself, but obeyed. As expected, the scratchy natural spounge that Gabriel liked started scrubbing at Quatre's raw back, making the cuts and bruise sting feircly. Pause for soap...then again. Lowering his head, Quatre forced his eyes open and stared down at the water flowing swiftly down the drain. It was red...red with dried blood and newly re-opened wounds...He clenched his eyes shut tightly and endured the pain of a simple shower.))