Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Aftermath ❯ Chapter 4
[ 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: 529 | Visits: 329 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 529 | Visits: 329 | Status: Completed
Heero and Wufei were in the living room when Quatre and Trowa found them...both were glowering menacingly at Duo, who sat on the coffee table, a broad grin on his face and a mischivious air around them. No words were said, but it was overwhelmingly clear to Quatre that they were arguing over SOMETHING.
At the sound of footsteps, Heero turned to face Trowa. "Trowa, do you know what this baka is hiding?" he hissed in a low voice that hadn't really changed since when Quatre last saw him. "Duo says that someone is here-don't tell me Relena found us?" His voice held a hint of anxiety and fear at the woman's name. Quatre blinked-things, it seemed, hadn't changed that much...except, of course, for him. Relena still bugged the pilots? Poor Heero...
"No, Relena isn't hear," Trowa assured his dark haired friend, stepping aside slightly, so that Quatre was most definatly in Heero's view.
Colbalt eyes strayed towards the blond and Heero blinked once in surprise, but returned his attention back to Trowa. "Thats a relief," he muttered, ignoring Quatre completely. "Who is here then?"
"uh..." Trowa glanced over his shoulder at Quatre, who shrugged briefly. Heero had obviously seen the young Winner, but was deneying the fact for one reason or another. Behind Wing's ontime pilot, Duo was laughing so hard that he'd fallen off the low coffee table, and Wufei stood stock still, his eyes wide and focused on Quatre-obviously in some state of shock.
"It's Quatre, you dope!" Duo shouted between spurts of laughter. "He's right in front of you!"
Heero's eyes once again strayed to the blond pilot, who felt himself blushing as they scrutinized him, siezed him up. "Uh...hello..." he said meekly.
Eyes widened under the mop of moss green hair, and Heero's jaw seemed to come a little unhinged. "Quatre!" he exclaimed, excitment in his voice that Quatre had never heard before. Perhaps things had changed more than the Arabian had previously thought... "I thought you were a hallucination..."
Behind Heero, Duo was curled into a ball so tightly that Quatre thought he might sufficate-the braided boy was now silent, but his body convulsed with mirth.
Ignoring Shinigami, Heero reached out and brushed a hand against Quatre's dark shirt. His fingertips barely touched the material before he snatched his hand back. Quatre coughed, his blush deepening with embarrasment, his pale eyes lowering to focus on the ground...The giant hug that Heero swept him up into was completely unexpected, making Quatre gasp as iron-lie arms squeezed his ribs.
When Heero released the smaller boy, Wufei was standing beside them, dark eyes shining with a partial smile over his lip, and Duo was watching from deeper in the living room with a goofy grin. Trowa had slid back into the shadows, to watch as the other pilots rained quaestions upon his little one.
Quatre was smiling, he realised as he watched his friend's incredious expressions. Questions fell around him, but he ignored them all...he wasn't ready to answer them yet. Only one question snagged his mind, and it was one that came from deep inside himself...was he turly home?
At the sound of footsteps, Heero turned to face Trowa. "Trowa, do you know what this baka is hiding?" he hissed in a low voice that hadn't really changed since when Quatre last saw him. "Duo says that someone is here-don't tell me Relena found us?" His voice held a hint of anxiety and fear at the woman's name. Quatre blinked-things, it seemed, hadn't changed that much...except, of course, for him. Relena still bugged the pilots? Poor Heero...
"No, Relena isn't hear," Trowa assured his dark haired friend, stepping aside slightly, so that Quatre was most definatly in Heero's view.
Colbalt eyes strayed towards the blond and Heero blinked once in surprise, but returned his attention back to Trowa. "Thats a relief," he muttered, ignoring Quatre completely. "Who is here then?"
"uh..." Trowa glanced over his shoulder at Quatre, who shrugged briefly. Heero had obviously seen the young Winner, but was deneying the fact for one reason or another. Behind Wing's ontime pilot, Duo was laughing so hard that he'd fallen off the low coffee table, and Wufei stood stock still, his eyes wide and focused on Quatre-obviously in some state of shock.
"It's Quatre, you dope!" Duo shouted between spurts of laughter. "He's right in front of you!"
Heero's eyes once again strayed to the blond pilot, who felt himself blushing as they scrutinized him, siezed him up. "Uh...hello..." he said meekly.
Eyes widened under the mop of moss green hair, and Heero's jaw seemed to come a little unhinged. "Quatre!" he exclaimed, excitment in his voice that Quatre had never heard before. Perhaps things had changed more than the Arabian had previously thought... "I thought you were a hallucination..."
Behind Heero, Duo was curled into a ball so tightly that Quatre thought he might sufficate-the braided boy was now silent, but his body convulsed with mirth.
Ignoring Shinigami, Heero reached out and brushed a hand against Quatre's dark shirt. His fingertips barely touched the material before he snatched his hand back. Quatre coughed, his blush deepening with embarrasment, his pale eyes lowering to focus on the ground...The giant hug that Heero swept him up into was completely unexpected, making Quatre gasp as iron-lie arms squeezed his ribs.
When Heero released the smaller boy, Wufei was standing beside them, dark eyes shining with a partial smile over his lip, and Duo was watching from deeper in the living room with a goofy grin. Trowa had slid back into the shadows, to watch as the other pilots rained quaestions upon his little one.
Quatre was smiling, he realised as he watched his friend's incredious expressions. Questions fell around him, but he ignored them all...he wasn't ready to answer them yet. Only one question snagged his mind, and it was one that came from deep inside himself...was he turly home?