Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Battle Fought ❯ And the Music Plays ( Chapter 2 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Chapter Two: And The Music Plays

The next few weeks went well for Lynya. Many people knew about her fencing abilities because of rumors, and then learned of her ability to draw by seeing her pictures. Lynya managed to catch up on the past two years of Quatre, Duo and Trowa's lives. Heero would just look at her, asking with his glare why she was interested. Wufei would tell her, or rather yell at her, that it wasn't a woman's business to know about a man's life. Still, Lynya would ask Wufei, just to tick him off. It worked everytime.
"Onna! My life is of no concern of yours!!!" yelled Wufei. The Chinese pilot had his teeth clenched and his hands in tight fist to prevent from injuring Lynya in any way, which he was tempted to do. Quatre, Duo, Heero and Trowa sat on the side watching the confrontation after-school. Many of the students had gone home; the fight was only observed by the other pilots and remaining students in the area.
"Oh? Well I was going to send an e-mail to Terra to tell her what to expect upon her arrival," Lynya said, arms crossed. "But if you don't want her to know what's going on with you, that's fine. It's just one less e-mail for me to send." Lynya turned around quickly, letting her hair almost hit Wufei as she did so.
"See you guys tomorrow," she said, waving to the four not in the argument. Quatre and Duo both said good-bye to Lynya; Trowa nodded and Heero did a slight, barely noticeable nod.
After Lynya left the area, Wufei was standing with his shoulders shaking and his fists clenched in rage. He wheeled around to face the others, his black eyes lit with fury.
"You," he said pointing at Quatre, who cringed, "how, why did you ever get involved with that onna!"
"Wufei. Calm down," Heero ordered. Wufei glared at Heero, who glared back, but much harsher. Wufei backed down, glared at Quatre, and stormed off.
"Well, that was interesting," Duo commented.

About one hour after the stand off, Quatre was leaving from his violin-tutoring lesson. He exited the main building into the late afternoon air. Everything was like it always was with only the boarders and the after school tutoring students hanging around. The only difference was the sound of the courtyard; granted there was the sound of laughter and talking common among the students, the crashing of the nearby waves, and the cry on the seagulls. But there was another sound as well.
The sound was like a bird's call, but sweeter. Quatre walked in the direction of the sound's source. As he listened, Quatre realized what was making the sound: a flute. Continuing towards the source, the Arabian boy noticed he was walking near the dormitory. He stopped below the window the flute song was coming from.
As he looked up, he smiled. Kneeling on the ground, Quatre opened his violin case and pulled the instrument out. Standing up and looking towards the window again, he began to play the tune the flute was.

Lynya drew her attention away from the opposite wall as she heard a violin join the melody being played. Without missing a beat as her fingers moved along the flute's body joint, Lynya walked to her window and looked out. The Anarian girl almost stopped in surprise when she saw the Arabian boy who had joined her song. The two locked eye contact as they played a melody that neither planned but somehow both knew the tune.
When the song ended, both slowly put their instruments down. Silence settled where here had just been song. Both seemed hesitant to say anything, least someone interrupted them, which Lynya and Quatre both began to believe was annoying.
"I didn't know you played flute," Quatre said a little awkwardly, breaking the silence.
"Not a lot of people do know. But, I started playing when I was eight," Lynya answered, shrugging.
"You play very well," Quatre said. Lynya could feel herself blushing from his compliment.
"Thank you." She hesitated for a second then asked, "Do you...do you want to come up? To talk?"
"If it's alright with you," Quatre responded. Lynya nodded, then pointed to the corner of the dormitory building, telling him that the door was around the corner. As Quatre ran to the corner, Lynya turned around and ran to her door.

After showing Quatre into the dorm's main hallway, Lynya led him up to the social room, which was a large living room. There were chairs and tables where some students were working on homework while others where just plain goofing off. Lynya and Quatre walked to Lynya's spot, the two seats nearest the blazing fireplace. They sat across from each other in silence, surrounded by the warmth of the fire.
Lynya had her face turned toward the flames. The golden color of her hair caught and reflected the firelight; Quatre thought she looked very beautiful with the light on her skin. Then again, he reminded himself, she always looks beautiful...Quatre, get a hold of yourself. Do something! Don't lose her again!
When he looked up, Lynya was looking at Quatre, wide, green-blue eyes filled with concern. "Quatre, you okay?" She leaned forward.
"Yes, it's just...can I talk to you...in private?" Quatre said hesitantly.
"Sure...want to see my room?" Lynya said, standing up. Quatre nodded and Lynya led the way to the staircase leading up to the floor with the rooms. As they climbed the stairs, Lynya explained that each room was actually an apartment for two boarders. In each apartment were two bedrooms, a small kitchen, an equally small living room, a bathroom, and some apartments had a study. Unfortunately, Lynya mentioned, hers wasn't one of the ones with a study. She also mentioned that her roommate may or may not have returned since Lynya was last in the apartment. Upon reaching the apartment, Lynya unlocked the door and entered, while Quatre followed.
The apartment was small, as Lynya had pointed out. The living room contained a couch, one armchair, and a coffee table. On the coffee table were two laptops, one that was a school provided laptop and the other which was Lynya's. The kitchen was off to the side and could be seen through a bar style counter. Through that window, Quatre could see a fridge, a stove, cabinets and a sink. On the other side of the living room were the bedrooms with the bathroom situated between the two rooms. Various magazines, catalogs, and other entertainment items were scattered about the room, including several sketchpads, which Quatre assumed were Lynya's.
"Sorry about the mess. My roommate Mya and I don't major in room cleaning. In fact, we suck at it," Lynya joked as she began to pick up various scattered objects
"That's okay," Quatre answered, helping Lynya pick up. "Anywhere Duo goes on the Winner estate ends up looking much worse than this."
"Thanks, I think," Lynya said, laughing as she reached for a magazine as Quatre did the same. When their hands touched Lynya and Quatre looked into each other's eyes. They stayed that way for a while until Lynya stood up, grabbing the magazine. She put it with the other magazines as Quatre stood up and placed his stack down on the table. He sat down on the couch as Lynya sorted the magazines into stacks. When she finished, Lynya sat on the couch as well, but at the opposite end from Quatre. However, considering the length of the couch, Lynya was only two-and-a-half feet from the Arabian.
Oh well, Lynya thought as she leaned back in the couch and closed her eyes. She didn't realize how tired she was until sleep quickly overtook her.

While she had been putting the magazines into separate piles, Quatre watched Lynya as she moved and thought about what he would say to her. As she sat with her eyes closed, Quatre couldn't help but think how peaceful she looked. He thought back to when the two of them were trapped in Sandrock and how it felt to hold Lynya in his arms. He remembered the warmth of her body pressed up against his own, not just because of limited space in the Gundam, but because of the love they had discovered not too long before. Quatre looked at the sleeping girl, wanting to hold her like that again, hear the rhythm of her heart beating in time with his, feel her breath on his neck when she fell asleep with her face up against his neck. They hadn't done anything, but the simpleness of the embrace was wonderful.
Quatre moved closer to Lynya, to where she was just one-and-a-half feet away, and turned to where he could watch her. Her shoulders rose and fell as she slept soundly. Quatre smiled as he watched his re-found love sleep.

Lynya was barely aware that she had fallen asleep; all she knew was that the peace associated with rest was welcome. Slowly she realized she was sitting up, a not-too-comfortable sleeping position. Lynya groaned and leaned to her left side in order to lie down. As her head contacted the couch's fabric, Lynya pulled her legs onto the couch. As she got comfortable, Lynya noticed that the fabric of the couch felt a little odd and the cushion was too hard. She reached toward the back of the couch to find a pillow. After a few seconds, Lynya felt something firm and warm instead of fluffy and cold. She opened her eyes slowly and noticed someone with bluish eyes looking at her. As her vision refocused, Lynya was able to see Quatre, looking down at her, smiling. A second later Lynya realized that she was lying down with her head on Quatre's lap. Blushing slightly, the Anarian girl sat up and faced Quatre.
"Sorry," she mumbled as she drew her legs up and rested her chin on her knee.
"It's alright," Quatre said. After a brief hesitation, Quatre brought up the topic he had wanted to talk to her about. "Lynya, I was wanting to talk to you about what happened on Anari..."
"Quatre, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I wanted to, really I did, but Capricorn..." Lynya started, but Quatre placed a finger on her mouth, silencing the suddenly frantic girl.
"Listen," Quatre said quietly, removing his finger, "I don't blame you for wanting to keep secrets. I know how important it is to keep certain things to yourself. I should know; my father kept the truth of my birth hidden from me even after his death until my sisters told me."
"Truth of your birth?" Lynya asked confused.
"For years, I believed that I was a test tube baby, like all my sisters are. I found out from my sisters that I had a mother who gave birth to me before dying. My father kept this from me so that I wouldn't feel like I was the cause of her death. She was his favorite wife even though she was stubborn. In fact, Father named me after her," Quatre explained.
"So her name was..."
"Quaterina."
"I'm sorry you never got to know her," Lynya said quietly.
"My sisters told me enough that I almost know her."
"It's good you have people to tell you about your mother. I have no one to tell me about my mother or anyone in my family. Everyone I knew and loved was killed in the bombing. Except Kokoro." Remembering her destroyed village and life saddened Lynya terribly. The only person who she knew that survived was her 'little sister' Kokoro Namida, or Venus, as she was known in EF. A tear strayed from her eye and made its way down her cheek, before Quatre wiped it away.
"Stop crying," Quatre pleaded softly. Smiling slightly at his simple words, Lynya moved closer to him. As Quatre put his arm around her shoulders, Lynya leaned closer still. Quatre placed his hand behind her head, while Lynya put her arms around his neck. Quatre drew Lynya to him and gently tilted her head. He could feel her warmth intensify as he pulled her nearer.
Lynya felt her heart begin to beat faster and harder. She allowed herself to be pulled in towards Quatre. Once the Arabian tilted her head, Lynya closed her eyes, waiting for the touch of his lips on hers. She felt his bangs brush her face, suddenly realizing how near...
"Hey Lynya, you home?" a voice rang out, as the front door opened. The speaker turned to talk to someone in the hallway.
Quatre felt the slight frustration from Lynya with his Space Heart. He also sensed a small flicker of something, almost like...fire...
"Go away, Mya," Lynya said towards the partially opened door.
"What?" Mya said, closing the door.
Lynya started to pull away and stand up, but Quatre held onto her and pulled her back on the couch. Right as Lynya was about to tell Quatre to let go of her so she could reprimand her roommate, Mya Suruat turned around.
Her dark gray eyes wide in surprise, Mya quickly said, "Sorry!" then dashed outside.
Once the door closed, Quatre released his hold on Lynya.
"Sorry about that," Lynya said glaring at the door. "That's normal for Mya. As normal as that red-head can be."
"It's alright. I should be going anyway," Quatre responded, standing up. He held out his hand to help Lynya up. She took it and he pulled her to her feet. They walked the distance to the dormitory door in silence. Upon reaching the door, the Arabian boy held open the door for Lynya as they both stepped outside.
"I'm glad you came here," Quatre said, motioning to the school building.
Lynya nodded; even though it hadn't been her choice, she kind of liked the school anyway. She had made many friends, her best friend being Mya Suruat; she had also found Quatre again. For that, she was truly grateful and happy.
At that moment, a white limousine pulled up to the school. A tall man stepped out of the limo and looked around. Spotting the two blondes, the man called out, "Master Quatre!"
Lynya jumped at the voice. "Wh...who is he?" she asked, startled.
"That's Rasid, the leader of the Maganac Corps who have become a part of my family," Quatre explained.
"He's...big!"
Quatre laughed. "Don't feel intimidated by Rasid. He's nice once you get to know him." Lynya nodded again, even though she was still unsure of Rasid. "I'll see you tomorrow."
As he turned to leave, Lynya moved quickly and quickly kissed Quatre on the cheek. When she stepped back, both slightly blushed.
"Bye, Quatre," Lynya said, slipping inside. Looking at the door, Quatre put his hand to his cheek. She...kissed me...oh, Lynya..., Quatre thought, closing his eyes and smiling. After a short while, he turned and walked to the limo.

Lynya stood by the door, looking out the window as the white limo drove off with Quatre. Turning around, she put two fingers to her lips. They were still tingling from the feel of Quatre's skin. Removing her fingers, Lynya leaned against the wall next to the window and sighed. Carefully, she slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Wow! Not exactly the kiss I wanted, but... the Anarian girl thought running a hand over her hair as Mya sat down next to her.
"Os, tah nehpah?" Mya asked in Anarian, which both girls knew, since it was their native language.
"Well, nothing once you walked in," Lynya responded to her friend in Anarian, slightly perturbed. "He left just now."
"Ahh...oops?" Mya said. Lynya side-glared at the red-head. "He is cute though."
"And sweet, too," Lynya added. "Come on, let's go." Both Anarian girls stood up and walked to their dorm room while Lynya filled Mya in on the important details between herself and Quatre Raberba Winner.


***Well? I know, it took me a while to get it up, but I had a writer's block!!! You try keeping up with SIX stories!!! Oh well. I'll get chapter three done as soon as I can.
Okay, on the last part of this chapter where Lynya and Mya are talking, I did not want to look up all the words for the Anarian translation. By the was, the Anarian language was created by Alexari Risk. I used it WITH HER PERMISSION of course. 'Os, tah nehpah' means 'so, what happened.' Bye!!! ~ Lynelle DelRao, AKA Phoenix***