Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Last Unicorn ❯ Chapter 5
[ 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: 1.5K | Visits: 311 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 311 | Status: Completed
Author's Notes: inspired by the book/movie The Last Unicorn, deviating greatly from both.
Category: Yaoi, anime, Gundam Wing, AU
Warnings: slight angst at best, shonen ai
Pairings: 3+4/4+3
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
The Last Unicorn
Part 5
Trowa woke abruptly, realizing he was alone. Sitting up, his eyes moved around the fire, searching the dimly lit clearing and standing quickly when he didn't see Quatre. Clenching his fists, he turned, scanning the forest as he searched for the boy. His breath sped up and he realized he was panicking. Closing his eyes for a minute as he forced himself to calm down, he turned to look again.
"Quatre?" he called, hoping that the boy had just gone to relieve himself. Wondering which direction to look in, he called louder. Then he froze as he heard a rustling to his left, turning quickly, eyes widening as he saw nothing. Then he looked up. "What are you doing up there?!" he cried as he spotted the boy clinging to a limb nearly seven feet above his head. Terrified that he was about to fall, Trowa started to climb up after him when he saw the boy smile, placing a hand over his mouth as he shook his head at Trowa. Completely confused, Trowa halted, staring up at the boy.
Quatre pointed his hand to his right, and Trowa followed his gaze, eyes narrowing suddenly as he spotted something large trying to hide in the bushes across from them. Grabbing his knife, he stiffened and put himself between the creature and the tree. Then it stood and Trowa stifled a groan, recognizing it as the young troll he'd seen when he first met Quatre. Wondering furiously if the parent was going to attack as well, he hoped Quatre was prepared to see him kill.
Grinning, the ugly thing suddenly charged forward and Trowa crouched, letting out a curse as it suddenly veered to the side and scurried, if something so large can scurry, up a tree. Disbelief warring with fear, he watched it climb up to Quatre's level, swiping a clumsy hand at the boy perched across from him and letting out a thick cry when it brushed the boy's shoulder. Eyes bright, Quatre giggled and slowly started to climb down. Still staring in shock since he hadn't known trolls could climb, it took a moment before Trowa realized Quatre wasn't afraid. Then the troll began to climb down too and he watched as it grinned at him again. Glancing down in confusion at the blonde boy who moved to stand beside him, still laughing quietly, Trowa frowned.
"Isn't he fun?" Quatre asked, looking up at Trowa before turning back to the ugly creature. "Him and his momma live over there," he said, pointing vaguely to the right. "He was going to get her so they could eat us but he recognized me. He wanted to play, and I didn't mind." Smiling, Quatre shrugged his shoulders. Then he laughed when the troll stepped up to him.
It was young, Trowa knew, but it was still as tall as Quatre and much stronger with its bulky muscles. Forcing himself to stay calm, he nevertheless winced when it grabbed Quatre and picked him up, wide grin curving its mouth and showing large yellowed teeth as it made a harsh noise that was something akin to laughter. Listening to the pale boy's giggles as he was swung in a circle, Trowa slowly calmed. "So you are friends," he said slowly, meeting the creature's gaze evenly when it set the small boy down and looked at him. "Does that mean he and his...momma...aren't going to eat us?"
Blinking in surprise, Quatre looked at the troll who turned to grin at him. "No, they won't. She thinks he's silly to want to play with his food, but he says she didn't argue too much. He's her only son," Quatre said, meeting Trowa's shell-shocked gaze. "He said no momma would eat her only son's friends."
"That's good to hear," Trowa said slowly. "So...are you hungry, Quatre? I'll make us some breakfast."
"He is."
Wincing at the carefree way the boy imparted that news, Trowa looked at the grinning troll warily. Then it shoved Quatre toward Trowa in a powerful push that was it's way of showing affection before turning and stomping away, Quatre recovering his balance as he waved after the creature. "He's nice," Quatre said, glancing up at Trowa who was staring after the creature. "But he's not sure about you. I told him you wouldn't hurt him, but his momma doesn't want him playing with strangers and he doesn't know you."
Realizing Quatre thought his feelings were hurt by the abrupt treatment, Trowa smiled at him. "That's fine. His momma's right. You shouldn't play with strangers either. But you knew him so I guess it's okay. Quatre, just be careful who you trust, alright? I know you and he were friends, but his momma might have decided to eat you anyway, you can't be sure about things like that."
"Not *his* momma," Quatre said stubbornly before smiling a bit and shrugging his shoulders. "But the others would have. He said we shouldn't stay here longer than today since his momma couldn't get them to promise to let us by for more than a day. They won't follow us, but if we're still here tomorrow we're...fair game?"
"Yes, I see. Well, we'll be gone in an hour, so let's eat." Not wanting to frighten the boy with specifics, Trowa quickly turned the conversation away from trolls. The thought of this being their territory had him very uneasy, but he could understand how Quatre's sweet nature could gain even a troll to his side.
"Oh," Quatre said, eyes wide as he remembered something. Smiling proudly, he hurried over to the tree he'd been playing in, bending and grabbing something off the ground behind it and carrying it back to Trowa. "Here, he says they're...yummy?...and I can eat them so they should be good for you too."
Seeing the fruit the boy had, Trowa nodded quickly. "Yes, and I can cook them so they're easier to eat. You think they're good now? Wait until I've roasted them." Waving the boy to the fire, he set about making breakfast, shoving all thoughts of trolls to the back of his mind.
* * *
As much as he hated the thought of pushing the boy, Trowa was glad Quatre was a fast runner. Despite the promise of safe passage, he didn't want to stay in that area for longer than absolutely necessary. So, when Quatre said he felt great, Trowa encouraged him to run. And run he did, taking no heed to whatever might be lying in their path as he jumped streams and bushes, dodging trees happily. He reminded Trowa of a deer the way he cleared obstacles, never once breaking stride, but he could tell the pace wasn't good for him, and asked him to slow once they were out of the area. At a more sedate jog, Trowa let Quatre pick the way as he scanned the trees, looking for a familiar sight. Then they broke into a clearing and he saw what he'd been looking for.
Even if he hadn't recognized the bluff, Quatre's reaction clued him in as the unicorn suddenly stiffened, body shaking as he slowly lowered his horn in a defensive maneuver.
//Trowa! We can't be here! It's...dangerous.//
Feeling the body beneath him tremble, Trowa quickly slid off him, facing the dark hole in the cliff with an earnest expression before turning to Quatre. "Hey, it's all right. She's a friend of mine. I promise, she won't hurt you."
//She'll eat me!//
Head still lowered, he took a step back, still shaking in terror as he smelled the air, eyes impossibly wide. A low rumbling emanated from the cave, and the ground shook lightly as a large dark green head slowly appeared at the cave, yellow eyes glaring in the darkness. With a moan, Quatre leapt in front of Trowa who showed no signs of running, and lowered his horn, his only defense. Somehow, he knew it was useless against the huge creature that was slowly making it's way toward them, it's bulk as it rose on it's haunches blocking out the sun.
//Trowa! Run!//
Shocked at the absolute terror that filled his mind, Trowa moved to Quatre's side, stumbling back when the unicorn pivoted to put himself between him and the dragon that watched them, mouth open showing teeth as long as Quatre's legs. "Quatre! Listen to me!" he cried, touching the shaking back. "She *won't* hurt you. She is my *friend*."
The unicorn didn't seem to hear him as he waited for the creature to attack.
--I won't hurt him, but he knows I could-- Drawing in a deep breath through its nostrils, the dragon slowly lowered herself, neck curving as she eyed the white unicorn. --I haven't seen any of your kind in eons-- Inhaling the scent again, she moved her head closer. --It looks like he missed one--
* * *
TBC
Category: Yaoi, anime, Gundam Wing, AU
Warnings: slight angst at best, shonen ai
Pairings: 3+4/4+3
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
The Last Unicorn
Part 5
Trowa woke abruptly, realizing he was alone. Sitting up, his eyes moved around the fire, searching the dimly lit clearing and standing quickly when he didn't see Quatre. Clenching his fists, he turned, scanning the forest as he searched for the boy. His breath sped up and he realized he was panicking. Closing his eyes for a minute as he forced himself to calm down, he turned to look again.
"Quatre?" he called, hoping that the boy had just gone to relieve himself. Wondering which direction to look in, he called louder. Then he froze as he heard a rustling to his left, turning quickly, eyes widening as he saw nothing. Then he looked up. "What are you doing up there?!" he cried as he spotted the boy clinging to a limb nearly seven feet above his head. Terrified that he was about to fall, Trowa started to climb up after him when he saw the boy smile, placing a hand over his mouth as he shook his head at Trowa. Completely confused, Trowa halted, staring up at the boy.
Quatre pointed his hand to his right, and Trowa followed his gaze, eyes narrowing suddenly as he spotted something large trying to hide in the bushes across from them. Grabbing his knife, he stiffened and put himself between the creature and the tree. Then it stood and Trowa stifled a groan, recognizing it as the young troll he'd seen when he first met Quatre. Wondering furiously if the parent was going to attack as well, he hoped Quatre was prepared to see him kill.
Grinning, the ugly thing suddenly charged forward and Trowa crouched, letting out a curse as it suddenly veered to the side and scurried, if something so large can scurry, up a tree. Disbelief warring with fear, he watched it climb up to Quatre's level, swiping a clumsy hand at the boy perched across from him and letting out a thick cry when it brushed the boy's shoulder. Eyes bright, Quatre giggled and slowly started to climb down. Still staring in shock since he hadn't known trolls could climb, it took a moment before Trowa realized Quatre wasn't afraid. Then the troll began to climb down too and he watched as it grinned at him again. Glancing down in confusion at the blonde boy who moved to stand beside him, still laughing quietly, Trowa frowned.
"Isn't he fun?" Quatre asked, looking up at Trowa before turning back to the ugly creature. "Him and his momma live over there," he said, pointing vaguely to the right. "He was going to get her so they could eat us but he recognized me. He wanted to play, and I didn't mind." Smiling, Quatre shrugged his shoulders. Then he laughed when the troll stepped up to him.
It was young, Trowa knew, but it was still as tall as Quatre and much stronger with its bulky muscles. Forcing himself to stay calm, he nevertheless winced when it grabbed Quatre and picked him up, wide grin curving its mouth and showing large yellowed teeth as it made a harsh noise that was something akin to laughter. Listening to the pale boy's giggles as he was swung in a circle, Trowa slowly calmed. "So you are friends," he said slowly, meeting the creature's gaze evenly when it set the small boy down and looked at him. "Does that mean he and his...momma...aren't going to eat us?"
Blinking in surprise, Quatre looked at the troll who turned to grin at him. "No, they won't. She thinks he's silly to want to play with his food, but he says she didn't argue too much. He's her only son," Quatre said, meeting Trowa's shell-shocked gaze. "He said no momma would eat her only son's friends."
"That's good to hear," Trowa said slowly. "So...are you hungry, Quatre? I'll make us some breakfast."
"He is."
Wincing at the carefree way the boy imparted that news, Trowa looked at the grinning troll warily. Then it shoved Quatre toward Trowa in a powerful push that was it's way of showing affection before turning and stomping away, Quatre recovering his balance as he waved after the creature. "He's nice," Quatre said, glancing up at Trowa who was staring after the creature. "But he's not sure about you. I told him you wouldn't hurt him, but his momma doesn't want him playing with strangers and he doesn't know you."
Realizing Quatre thought his feelings were hurt by the abrupt treatment, Trowa smiled at him. "That's fine. His momma's right. You shouldn't play with strangers either. But you knew him so I guess it's okay. Quatre, just be careful who you trust, alright? I know you and he were friends, but his momma might have decided to eat you anyway, you can't be sure about things like that."
"Not *his* momma," Quatre said stubbornly before smiling a bit and shrugging his shoulders. "But the others would have. He said we shouldn't stay here longer than today since his momma couldn't get them to promise to let us by for more than a day. They won't follow us, but if we're still here tomorrow we're...fair game?"
"Yes, I see. Well, we'll be gone in an hour, so let's eat." Not wanting to frighten the boy with specifics, Trowa quickly turned the conversation away from trolls. The thought of this being their territory had him very uneasy, but he could understand how Quatre's sweet nature could gain even a troll to his side.
"Oh," Quatre said, eyes wide as he remembered something. Smiling proudly, he hurried over to the tree he'd been playing in, bending and grabbing something off the ground behind it and carrying it back to Trowa. "Here, he says they're...yummy?...and I can eat them so they should be good for you too."
Seeing the fruit the boy had, Trowa nodded quickly. "Yes, and I can cook them so they're easier to eat. You think they're good now? Wait until I've roasted them." Waving the boy to the fire, he set about making breakfast, shoving all thoughts of trolls to the back of his mind.
* * *
As much as he hated the thought of pushing the boy, Trowa was glad Quatre was a fast runner. Despite the promise of safe passage, he didn't want to stay in that area for longer than absolutely necessary. So, when Quatre said he felt great, Trowa encouraged him to run. And run he did, taking no heed to whatever might be lying in their path as he jumped streams and bushes, dodging trees happily. He reminded Trowa of a deer the way he cleared obstacles, never once breaking stride, but he could tell the pace wasn't good for him, and asked him to slow once they were out of the area. At a more sedate jog, Trowa let Quatre pick the way as he scanned the trees, looking for a familiar sight. Then they broke into a clearing and he saw what he'd been looking for.
Even if he hadn't recognized the bluff, Quatre's reaction clued him in as the unicorn suddenly stiffened, body shaking as he slowly lowered his horn in a defensive maneuver.
//Trowa! We can't be here! It's...dangerous.//
Feeling the body beneath him tremble, Trowa quickly slid off him, facing the dark hole in the cliff with an earnest expression before turning to Quatre. "Hey, it's all right. She's a friend of mine. I promise, she won't hurt you."
//She'll eat me!//
Head still lowered, he took a step back, still shaking in terror as he smelled the air, eyes impossibly wide. A low rumbling emanated from the cave, and the ground shook lightly as a large dark green head slowly appeared at the cave, yellow eyes glaring in the darkness. With a moan, Quatre leapt in front of Trowa who showed no signs of running, and lowered his horn, his only defense. Somehow, he knew it was useless against the huge creature that was slowly making it's way toward them, it's bulk as it rose on it's haunches blocking out the sun.
//Trowa! Run!//
Shocked at the absolute terror that filled his mind, Trowa moved to Quatre's side, stumbling back when the unicorn pivoted to put himself between him and the dragon that watched them, mouth open showing teeth as long as Quatre's legs. "Quatre! Listen to me!" he cried, touching the shaking back. "She *won't* hurt you. She is my *friend*."
The unicorn didn't seem to hear him as he waited for the creature to attack.
--I won't hurt him, but he knows I could-- Drawing in a deep breath through its nostrils, the dragon slowly lowered herself, neck curving as she eyed the white unicorn. --I haven't seen any of your kind in eons-- Inhaling the scent again, she moved her head closer. --It looks like he missed one--
* * *
TBC