Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Battle For The World ❯ Chapter 4

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Title: The Battle For The World
Author: Sefarina Malaika
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5xS
Warning: Language, yaoi, AU, OOCness, some character descriptions used from the novels DragonLance
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or DragonLance...although it would be cool

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Part 4

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At dinner they had met the most powerful healer in Clyssandria, Sally Po. Wufei had been appalled at the fact that an Onna was the strongest healer around. They also met Relena's older brother, Milliardo and his wife Lucreazia Noin. As well as his friend Trieze Kushrenada and his wife Lady Une.

They had now retreated to their proper rooms where Heero and Duo were arguing over who would sleep where. Essentially it was Duo insisting he take the couch and hero take the bed. However Heero would hear nothing of it, the bed was big enough for both of them, and the couch didn't look too comfortable.

"I don't mind, really, the couch is fine. I've slept on a lot worse." Duo insisted.

"No, you are not sleeping on the couch. I don't want to have to put up with you complaining about not sleeping well. You're sleeping on the bed." Heero stated. The downfall of the argument was that they were both stubborn about the subject. Heero, getting annoyed, simply threw Duo onto the bed.

"You're sleeping on the bed. Do you want the left or right side?" He asked, slightly annoyed.

"Fine. I'll sleep in the damn bed. The right." Duo heaved a sigh as he got up to unpack.

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Quatre walked down the hall. Once again wearing his orange robes, he peered from side to side at each door he passed, trying to find one in particular. Sighing, Quatre turned down another hall, he repeated the process. Looking down the hall he caught site of a door with a blue marking, indicating where Trowa's room would be.

Quatre sighed. "It's about time. I thought I would never find it." He mumbled.

Walking up to the door, Quatre raised his hand and knocked. Receiving no answer, he knocked once again. Knocking for a third time, Quatre heard some shuffling from the other side of the door. He waited patiently for the door to open, when it did a slightly sleepy Trowa in a robe appeared.

"Hi Trowa. I was wondering if maybe we could talk?" Quatre greeted.

"What time is it?" Trowa bluntly asked.

Suddenly feeling quite foolish as well as nervous, Quatre stammered. "Uh…um…I…don't know…I forgot to check…Heh heh."

Arching a brow Trowa looked at the blond youth skeptically, his ears twitching slightly. "Uh huh, well it's not too late so what is it that you would like to talk about?" Trowa asked as he motioned fro Quatre to enter the room.

"Well, I just would like to know more about you and well your companions as well." 'But mostly about you.' He added mentally.

When the Dragonesti with the odd hair had first walked into the meeting room he had caught Quatre's eye right away. Having always known that he didn't strut on the opposite side of the path, he'd found himself quite attracted to the boy.

"There's not much to know." Trowa stated.

"Well. How about family? Do you have any siblings?" Quatre attempted.

"…Yes…I have an older sister." Trowa informed him.

Seeing that the boy wasn't going to elaborate any further, Quatre began to speak again. "Wow only one sister huh? I have twenty-nine of them. Most of them are mages or healers, but some are warriors and hunters. What's it like living in Zointalina? I've never had the chance to meet some one from there. It must be nice." Quatre rambled on hoping that the Dragonesti elf would respond soon, he was running out of stuff to say.

"It's nice." Was all Trowa said in response.

"Oh, ok, well it's getting late. I better go. I still have some memorizing to do." Quatre walked towards the door; stopping suddenly he turned around to look at Trowa. "Maybe we could do this again." He offered.

The lack of response from the other boy made Quatre frown slightly, turning back towards the door, he left the room.

'Gods, I thought he would never leave. If he had stayed any longer I would have jumped him.' Trowa sighed as he went back to unpacking his belongings.

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Behind a door with a sword nailed to a flamed placket a young Chinese warrior was practicing his fighting stances and attacks.

End Part 4

Do I continues writing or do I post up the next chapter...let me know what you think...C&C welcome and appreaceated...