Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Last Unicorn ❯ Chapter 4
[ 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: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 339 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 339 | 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, *very* innocent Quatre
Pairings: 3+4/4+3
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
The Last Unicorn
Part 4
It was much easier when the boy wasn't in his human form, much easier to think of riding him in purely technical terms. Trowa wasn't used to being shocked so many times in so few days and if it had been anyone else, he would have suspected him of doing it on purpose. Quatre was simply too innocent for that. Knowing this, and being prepared for the suggestive yet completely innocent things he might say didn't prepare him enough. Especially since Quatre's human form was delectable to say the least.
Deep in his thoughts, Trowa didn't notice the silence since he was so accustomed to being alone. Quatre had a way of stepping so lightly that his hoof-beats sounded like whispers. Having lost track of their location during the run the night before, Trowa wasn't sure how long it would take them to get to their destination. He'd simply pointed them to the west and let Quatre pick his own pace. He was such a sweet creature and Trowa wasn't looking forward to seeing him disappointed if his suspicions were confirmed and there were no remaining unicorns.
//I'm lonely.//
Hearing the soft voice in his mind, Trowa frowned and laid a light hand on the unicorn's neck. "You're not alone," he said slowly. "I'm here."
//But you aren't talking to me.//
"Oh. I'm sorry, Quatre. I really don't say much. It's a habit I've gotten into."
//I don't like that habit.//
Laughing softly at the sad tone, Trowa shook his head. "Alright. What do you want to talk about?"
//You?//
"There isn't much to me. I'm withdrawn; I don't like to be around people. I have a way with strange creatures," Trowa smiled at the soft laughter in his mind. "Well, not just you. I...I'm not much of a conversationalist." Pausing, he sighed. "Let's talk about you instead. I don't know what to say about myself."
//Alright, what do you want to know?//
//Everything.// Shaking his head, Trowa thought about it. "What are your earliest memories?" he asked finally. "Do you remember a time when there were others of your kind?" Waiting for an answer, Trowa could have sworn he felt the other's sadness.
//I don't remember them at all. I've been alone for as long as I can remember. That's why I left.// Bowing his head, Quatre paused. //I didn't want to be alone anymore.//
Eyes widening, Trowa suddenly wished the unicorn was human so he could draw him into his arms and make his sadness go away. Instead, he slid off Quatre's back, moving to stand beside him, and hesitantly wrapped his arms around the unicorn's soft neck. Trying to give what little comfort he could, Trowa frowned as the pain in his mind didn't diminish. Then he let out a soft cry of surprise when Quatre pulled away from him and, rearing with that blinding light from before, rapidly changed forms. Not giving the tall boy a chance to so much as move, Quatre rushed forward, wrapping his arms around Trowa's waist.
Too overwhelmed by the boy's head nestled against him to think about what he was doing, Trowa quickly moved his arms so he could hold him. Rubbing Quatre's back softly, he closed his eyes as he tried to make the boy's sadness leave. Letting him know that he *wasn't* alone. Minutes passed as he held the boy close, then he felt Quatre's head move away from his chest.
Looking up with a tentative smile as he met Trowa's gaze, Quatre sighed. "You are so...nice to me," he said softly, his arms tightening around the tall boy's waist.
Blinking in surprise, Trowa shook his head. "I..." Unable to think of a response, Trowa bent slightly so he could place a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead, smiling when Quatre blinked rapidly then smiled widely.
"What was that?" Quatre asked, eyes shining with pleasure.
Opening his mouth, Trowa wasn't sure if he should say anything. Just thinking of the word reminded him that the boy in his arms had absolutely no clothing on. He didn't realize how long he'd been silent until Quatre frowned and stood on his tiptoes to place a light kiss on his cheek. Looking at the blonde boy's small smile, Trowa sighed.
"Are you feeling better now?"
Still smiling, Quatre gave the tall boy another squeeze and rubbed his cheek against his warm chest. "Yes," he sighed. "I feel wonderful."
"Good." Glancing up at the sky, Trowa frowned. "It's late enough. Do you want to set up camp now?"
Nodding, the small boy took a step back, releasing his hold. "Yes. I don't like the night, it's so dark."
"And cold," Trowa said, turning his back on the boy as he took his bag off his shoulder and dug for the boy's clothing. "You really can't keep changing like that."
"What? Why not?"
Not glancing at the boy, Trowa found his clothing and turned, keeping his eyes on Quatre's pale blue-green ones. "People don't really...that is, they don't generally let others see them without clothes on."
"Is that why you don't take off your clothes?" Quatre asked, frowning at him curiously.
Nodding, Trowa stepped to him, handing him the clothing. "Do you remember how to put these on?"
"Yes, but why do people hide their bodies? I don't understand." Accepting the pile of clothes, Quatre waited, eyes wide.
"It's just that...their bodies are personal. They don't want other people to see them."
"I don't mind," Quatre said slowly as he looked down at himself. "I like this body. Why would I care if someone else saw it? Is there something wrong with it?"
Biting his lips as he blushed, Trowa looked away abruptly. "No, that isn't it."
"It's because I'm not tall like you, isn't it. Because I don't have muscles in my arms like you do?" Frowning, Quatre moved to touch Trowa's arm, holding his own up for comparison. "I don't know how to change myself. When I switch forms I just...switch. I don't decide what the form will look like."
"There's nothing wrong with you, Quatre. But you can't let people look at you without clothes on. I don't want people to see you like that." Nudging the downcast boy's chin up, Trowa managed a forced smile. "It has consequences that you aren't aware of," he said softly as he looked deep into those wide eyes.
"Are you worried about me?" Quatre asked in surprise. "I know it's colder without the clothes, and if people don't go without them then I'll wear them. I just don't understand why they have to hide themselves. Shouldn't they be proud of what they look like? I like the way I look."
"That's good," Trowa said, "You should be proud of your appearance. It's just the way people are, Quatre. They feel insecure about their bodies and they have to be careful who they show themselves to. They could get hurt."
"I wouldn't hurt you," Quatre said quickly, smiling at the tall boy in reassurance when his green eyes widened. "You don't have to worry about showing yourself to me. I like the way you look." Nodding so the stunned boy knew he was serious, the blonde boy knelt down as he unfolded the clothing and began dressing.
Tearing his eyes away from the boy, Trowa turned his back quickly as he set about fixing camp. As much as he tried not to, he felt a small smile coming to his lips as he again saw Quatre looking down at himself, his sweet voice saying that he liked his body. //And mine too...// Smothering a chuckle, Trowa stopped himself from glancing back at the boy. //He's so damn cute. Maybe if I keep thinking of him as a child I'll be alright.//
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TBC
--notes--
I'm trying not to play on Quatre's innocence, but it's too great a temptation to resist. Gomen. ^__^
Category: Yaoi, anime, Gundam Wing, AU
Warnings: shonen ai, *very* innocent Quatre
Pairings: 3+4/4+3
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
The Last Unicorn
Part 4
It was much easier when the boy wasn't in his human form, much easier to think of riding him in purely technical terms. Trowa wasn't used to being shocked so many times in so few days and if it had been anyone else, he would have suspected him of doing it on purpose. Quatre was simply too innocent for that. Knowing this, and being prepared for the suggestive yet completely innocent things he might say didn't prepare him enough. Especially since Quatre's human form was delectable to say the least.
Deep in his thoughts, Trowa didn't notice the silence since he was so accustomed to being alone. Quatre had a way of stepping so lightly that his hoof-beats sounded like whispers. Having lost track of their location during the run the night before, Trowa wasn't sure how long it would take them to get to their destination. He'd simply pointed them to the west and let Quatre pick his own pace. He was such a sweet creature and Trowa wasn't looking forward to seeing him disappointed if his suspicions were confirmed and there were no remaining unicorns.
//I'm lonely.//
Hearing the soft voice in his mind, Trowa frowned and laid a light hand on the unicorn's neck. "You're not alone," he said slowly. "I'm here."
//But you aren't talking to me.//
"Oh. I'm sorry, Quatre. I really don't say much. It's a habit I've gotten into."
//I don't like that habit.//
Laughing softly at the sad tone, Trowa shook his head. "Alright. What do you want to talk about?"
//You?//
"There isn't much to me. I'm withdrawn; I don't like to be around people. I have a way with strange creatures," Trowa smiled at the soft laughter in his mind. "Well, not just you. I...I'm not much of a conversationalist." Pausing, he sighed. "Let's talk about you instead. I don't know what to say about myself."
//Alright, what do you want to know?//
//Everything.// Shaking his head, Trowa thought about it. "What are your earliest memories?" he asked finally. "Do you remember a time when there were others of your kind?" Waiting for an answer, Trowa could have sworn he felt the other's sadness.
//I don't remember them at all. I've been alone for as long as I can remember. That's why I left.// Bowing his head, Quatre paused. //I didn't want to be alone anymore.//
Eyes widening, Trowa suddenly wished the unicorn was human so he could draw him into his arms and make his sadness go away. Instead, he slid off Quatre's back, moving to stand beside him, and hesitantly wrapped his arms around the unicorn's soft neck. Trying to give what little comfort he could, Trowa frowned as the pain in his mind didn't diminish. Then he let out a soft cry of surprise when Quatre pulled away from him and, rearing with that blinding light from before, rapidly changed forms. Not giving the tall boy a chance to so much as move, Quatre rushed forward, wrapping his arms around Trowa's waist.
Too overwhelmed by the boy's head nestled against him to think about what he was doing, Trowa quickly moved his arms so he could hold him. Rubbing Quatre's back softly, he closed his eyes as he tried to make the boy's sadness leave. Letting him know that he *wasn't* alone. Minutes passed as he held the boy close, then he felt Quatre's head move away from his chest.
Looking up with a tentative smile as he met Trowa's gaze, Quatre sighed. "You are so...nice to me," he said softly, his arms tightening around the tall boy's waist.
Blinking in surprise, Trowa shook his head. "I..." Unable to think of a response, Trowa bent slightly so he could place a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead, smiling when Quatre blinked rapidly then smiled widely.
"What was that?" Quatre asked, eyes shining with pleasure.
Opening his mouth, Trowa wasn't sure if he should say anything. Just thinking of the word reminded him that the boy in his arms had absolutely no clothing on. He didn't realize how long he'd been silent until Quatre frowned and stood on his tiptoes to place a light kiss on his cheek. Looking at the blonde boy's small smile, Trowa sighed.
"Are you feeling better now?"
Still smiling, Quatre gave the tall boy another squeeze and rubbed his cheek against his warm chest. "Yes," he sighed. "I feel wonderful."
"Good." Glancing up at the sky, Trowa frowned. "It's late enough. Do you want to set up camp now?"
Nodding, the small boy took a step back, releasing his hold. "Yes. I don't like the night, it's so dark."
"And cold," Trowa said, turning his back on the boy as he took his bag off his shoulder and dug for the boy's clothing. "You really can't keep changing like that."
"What? Why not?"
Not glancing at the boy, Trowa found his clothing and turned, keeping his eyes on Quatre's pale blue-green ones. "People don't really...that is, they don't generally let others see them without clothes on."
"Is that why you don't take off your clothes?" Quatre asked, frowning at him curiously.
Nodding, Trowa stepped to him, handing him the clothing. "Do you remember how to put these on?"
"Yes, but why do people hide their bodies? I don't understand." Accepting the pile of clothes, Quatre waited, eyes wide.
"It's just that...their bodies are personal. They don't want other people to see them."
"I don't mind," Quatre said slowly as he looked down at himself. "I like this body. Why would I care if someone else saw it? Is there something wrong with it?"
Biting his lips as he blushed, Trowa looked away abruptly. "No, that isn't it."
"It's because I'm not tall like you, isn't it. Because I don't have muscles in my arms like you do?" Frowning, Quatre moved to touch Trowa's arm, holding his own up for comparison. "I don't know how to change myself. When I switch forms I just...switch. I don't decide what the form will look like."
"There's nothing wrong with you, Quatre. But you can't let people look at you without clothes on. I don't want people to see you like that." Nudging the downcast boy's chin up, Trowa managed a forced smile. "It has consequences that you aren't aware of," he said softly as he looked deep into those wide eyes.
"Are you worried about me?" Quatre asked in surprise. "I know it's colder without the clothes, and if people don't go without them then I'll wear them. I just don't understand why they have to hide themselves. Shouldn't they be proud of what they look like? I like the way I look."
"That's good," Trowa said, "You should be proud of your appearance. It's just the way people are, Quatre. They feel insecure about their bodies and they have to be careful who they show themselves to. They could get hurt."
"I wouldn't hurt you," Quatre said quickly, smiling at the tall boy in reassurance when his green eyes widened. "You don't have to worry about showing yourself to me. I like the way you look." Nodding so the stunned boy knew he was serious, the blonde boy knelt down as he unfolded the clothing and began dressing.
Tearing his eyes away from the boy, Trowa turned his back quickly as he set about fixing camp. As much as he tried not to, he felt a small smile coming to his lips as he again saw Quatre looking down at himself, his sweet voice saying that he liked his body. //And mine too...// Smothering a chuckle, Trowa stopped himself from glancing back at the boy. //He's so damn cute. Maybe if I keep thinking of him as a child I'll be alright.//
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TBC
--notes--
I'm trying not to play on Quatre's innocence, but it's too great a temptation to resist. Gomen. ^__^