Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Last Unicorn ❯ Chapter 2
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Arigatomina 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 698 | Visits: 342 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 698 | Visits: 342 | Status: Completed
Author's Notes: inspired by the book/movie The Last Unicorn, deviating greatly from both.
Category: Yaoi, anime, Gundam Wing, AU
Warnings: shonen ai
Pairings: 3+4/4+3
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
The Last Unicorn
Part 2
Trowa was leaning against the tree, dozing, when he heard Quatre's sharp cry. Looking up, he saw the boy was sitting up, close to the fire, one hand held to his mouth as tears trailed down his cheeks. Getting up, Trowa was at his side in seconds, kneeling beside him when he looked up with pain-filled and shocked eyes.
"What happened?"
Still looking confused, Quatre swiped the tears from his eyes and pulled his fingers out of his mouth, showing them to Trowa. "I...hurt myself." Pointing to the fire, he looked at Trowa, "I didn't realize it was so hot. I was trying to get warm." Looking at his burnt fingers, he frowned at them for a moment before looking slightly abashed. "I'm sorry I woke you up."
"Let me see." Taking his hand, Trowa turned it, looking at the burns. "It's not so bad," he said softly.
"I know," Quatre said, pulling his hand back and looking embarrassed. "I'm just not used to pain. Or that."
"Fire," Trowa offered.
Accepting the word, Quatre nodded. "There wasn't any fire in the forest where I lived. I'm okay, you can go back to sleep."
Looking at him, Trowa frowned and reached out to touch his cheek. It was cold. //Of course it is,// Trowa thought angrily, //He's not used to only having skin for warmth, and the clothes and blankets aren't that thick. It's no wonder he tried to get closer to the fire. He's lucky he didn't catch the blankets on fire.// Eyes widening at that thought, Trowa cursed himself for not having thought of the danger.
"You shouldn't get so close to the fire, cloth burns."
Staring at the fire as if it would attack him, Quatre skooted back quickly, giving a shiver as he moved away from the heat. "I didn't know." Moving to his side, Trowa undid the blankets he had wrapped around him. "Oh, please don't!" Quatre cried as the night air hit him full force. "It's so cold..."
"Shhh, I know. You'll stay warmer this way." Spreading the blankets on the ground a safe distance from the fire, he lay down on them, motioning for Quatre to lie with him. Pulling the boy close, Trowa wrapped the blankets around them then wrapped his arms around Quatre. "Is this okay?"
Moving closer to the warmth that radiated from Trowa, Quatre smiled. "Oh thank you, you're so warm." Hiding his face against Trowa's chest so he was completely under the covers, Quatre sighed and was asleep almost immediately.
Using every ounce of control he had, Trowa didn't move as the boy burrowed against him. Finally, he began to relax despite the way Quatre's breath affected him. Closing his eyes, he ordered himself to stop thinking about how good the boy felt in his arms. Although it wasn't a complete success, he eventually fell asleep.
* * *
Quatre ran down the moonlit beach, his hooves silent as they struck sand. Not daring to look behind him, he ran faster, his breath coming in pants, yet he could hear the pounding beats behind him getting closer. Suddenly he stumbled, falling to the sand. With a terrified whinny, he stared in horror as the blazing red bull bore down on him. Certain he was seeing his death, he froze unable to move.
Just as it was almost to him, the bull let out a roar of fury and whirled. Looking up, Quatre saw a small blade protruding from its side and followed its gaze to see Trowa standing down the beach. Not sparing Quatre another glance, the bull was running, closing the distance between him and the boy. Stumbling to his feet, Quatre ran towards Trowa. He was still far away when the bull reached Trowa, horns lowered to ram him. Quatre screamed.
* * *
Shaking the boy awake, Trowa pulled him close, not asking any questions when Quatre wrapped his arms around his waist and cried himself to sleep.
* * *
TBC
Category: Yaoi, anime, Gundam Wing, AU
Warnings: shonen ai
Pairings: 3+4/4+3
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
The Last Unicorn
Part 2
Trowa was leaning against the tree, dozing, when he heard Quatre's sharp cry. Looking up, he saw the boy was sitting up, close to the fire, one hand held to his mouth as tears trailed down his cheeks. Getting up, Trowa was at his side in seconds, kneeling beside him when he looked up with pain-filled and shocked eyes.
"What happened?"
Still looking confused, Quatre swiped the tears from his eyes and pulled his fingers out of his mouth, showing them to Trowa. "I...hurt myself." Pointing to the fire, he looked at Trowa, "I didn't realize it was so hot. I was trying to get warm." Looking at his burnt fingers, he frowned at them for a moment before looking slightly abashed. "I'm sorry I woke you up."
"Let me see." Taking his hand, Trowa turned it, looking at the burns. "It's not so bad," he said softly.
"I know," Quatre said, pulling his hand back and looking embarrassed. "I'm just not used to pain. Or that."
"Fire," Trowa offered.
Accepting the word, Quatre nodded. "There wasn't any fire in the forest where I lived. I'm okay, you can go back to sleep."
Looking at him, Trowa frowned and reached out to touch his cheek. It was cold. //Of course it is,// Trowa thought angrily, //He's not used to only having skin for warmth, and the clothes and blankets aren't that thick. It's no wonder he tried to get closer to the fire. He's lucky he didn't catch the blankets on fire.// Eyes widening at that thought, Trowa cursed himself for not having thought of the danger.
"You shouldn't get so close to the fire, cloth burns."
Staring at the fire as if it would attack him, Quatre skooted back quickly, giving a shiver as he moved away from the heat. "I didn't know." Moving to his side, Trowa undid the blankets he had wrapped around him. "Oh, please don't!" Quatre cried as the night air hit him full force. "It's so cold..."
"Shhh, I know. You'll stay warmer this way." Spreading the blankets on the ground a safe distance from the fire, he lay down on them, motioning for Quatre to lie with him. Pulling the boy close, Trowa wrapped the blankets around them then wrapped his arms around Quatre. "Is this okay?"
Moving closer to the warmth that radiated from Trowa, Quatre smiled. "Oh thank you, you're so warm." Hiding his face against Trowa's chest so he was completely under the covers, Quatre sighed and was asleep almost immediately.
Using every ounce of control he had, Trowa didn't move as the boy burrowed against him. Finally, he began to relax despite the way Quatre's breath affected him. Closing his eyes, he ordered himself to stop thinking about how good the boy felt in his arms. Although it wasn't a complete success, he eventually fell asleep.
* * *
Quatre ran down the moonlit beach, his hooves silent as they struck sand. Not daring to look behind him, he ran faster, his breath coming in pants, yet he could hear the pounding beats behind him getting closer. Suddenly he stumbled, falling to the sand. With a terrified whinny, he stared in horror as the blazing red bull bore down on him. Certain he was seeing his death, he froze unable to move.
Just as it was almost to him, the bull let out a roar of fury and whirled. Looking up, Quatre saw a small blade protruding from its side and followed its gaze to see Trowa standing down the beach. Not sparing Quatre another glance, the bull was running, closing the distance between him and the boy. Stumbling to his feet, Quatre ran towards Trowa. He was still far away when the bull reached Trowa, horns lowered to ram him. Quatre screamed.
* * *
Shaking the boy awake, Trowa pulled him close, not asking any questions when Quatre wrapped his arms around his waist and cried himself to sleep.
* * *
TBC