Coming Together
Warnings: My second song ficcy! *Desly does a little dance and then poses... awkwardly* This is a Trowa/Quatre ficcy! ^_^ Yeeeeeaaaaah! But I think I did a bad job on this fic... -_-; The song lyrics were sung by the Backstreet Boys and the song was called 'Shape of My Heart,' eh, just in case you didn't know.
I don't own the G-Wing boys... *whimper* anyways.... Ummmm, just read the song fic... and disreguard that I even danced....
Oh, and comments are welcomed so you can e-mail me at DeslyDuo@hotmail.com just to let ya know!!
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[ A circus tent appears ]
Hmm, yeah, yeah
Baby, please try to forgive me
Trowa is seen practicing stunts and jumps around the circus ring, unknowing that Quatre is watching. Quatre looks into the tent from afar with a concerned look.
Stay here don't put out the glow
Hold me now don't bother if every minute it makes me weaker
You can save me from the man that I've become, oh yeah
[ Quatre is walking towards Trowa ]
Quatre tries to talk Trowa, Trowa refuses. He gets up and runs away from Quatre; we see a tear threatening to drop from his face as he flees. Quatre looks at him with a confused look.
"I only want to help, Trowa..." Quatre whispers sadly as he watches Trowa race away.
Lookin' back on the things I've done
I was tryin' to be someone
I played my part, kept you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
[ Heavyarms and Sandrock are on a mission ]
Trowa grunts as a bomb hits him in Heavyarms, his head hits something in the cockpit. 'Must not drift into unconscienceness...' Trowa thinks. He swings his knife through the last mobile suit just as he sees Quatre and Sandrock fall to their knees.
Trowa's eyes widen and his heart lurches violently. He calls Quatre, no answer. He makes Heavyarms pull Sandrock up and drags them both to their hideout.
Sadness is beautiful loneliness is tragical
So help me I can't win this war, oh no
Touch me now don't bother if every second it makes me weaker
You can save me from the man I've become
[ Trowa and Quatre's hideout appears ]
Trowa is carrying Quatre into the hideout and shuts the door. He puts Quatre on a bed and strips him bare except for the boxers. He examines Quatre's body and bandages him up. He tucks him into the bed and then decides to stay with Quatre. He sits next to Quatre and reads.
Quatre's eyes flutter open and sees Trowa. He winces in pain and falls on Trowa. Trowa looks up startled. He places Quatre upright again and Quatre reaches over and gives him a hug and doesn't let go. A faint blush comes onto his face and let's Quatre hug him.
Lookin' back on the things I've done
I was tryin' to be someone
I played my part, kept you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
[ Trowa is carrying Quatre outside to see a sunset ]
Trowa places Quatre down on the grass and sits down. Quatre smiles happily and looks at the sunset. He glances at Trowa with a wistful look and sighs.
Trowa ignores Quatre's glances and looks at the sunset, deep in thought. He flickers his eyes to Quatre for a brief moment and sits closer to him.
I'm here with my confession
Got nothing to hide no more
I dont know where to start
But to show you the shape of my heart
[ Quatre is sleeping on a bottom bunk and Trowa on top ]
Trowa is unable to sleep and twists and turns in the bunk. He sighs and looks down on Quatre. He smiles and slides down to the floor. He sits next to Quatre and nervously leans over Quatre's angelic face. He brushes a kiss on Quatre's lips and two blue eyes jerk open, looking into one green eye.
Quatre smiles and kisses back. Trowa gingerly wraps both arms around Quatre's waist and kisses Quatre back in ernest.
I'm lookin' back on things I've done
I never wanna play the same old part
I'll keep you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
[ Flash to Quatre's Estate ]
Trowa is seen sitting in a garden, playing a mournful melody on a flute. Quatre peeps at Trowa and frowns. He grabs his violin and starts playing a complimentary melody that seems more cheerful. Trowa looks up from playing and smiles. He joins in with Quatre and they make music for the rest of the afternoon.
Lookin' back on the things I've done
I was tryin' to be someone
I played my part, kept you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
[ A movie theater appears ]
Trowa and Quatre are on a date. An old fashioned movie outing. Quatre, of course, buys all the tickets for that movie day so he and Trowa can have some privacy and everything else is run by the Maganacs, with Rashid in charge.
Rashid nervously puts his ear on a door that leads into the current movie Quatre and Trowa are seeing. He hears some muffled moans and chairs bumping into each other. His eyes widen and quickly steps away from the door. 'What Master Quatre does on his own time... is none of my business... scary...' he thought and chuckled as he headed back to join the other Maganacs.
Lookin' back on the things I've done
I was tryin' to be someone
I played my part, kept you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
[ A private ballroom is set ]
Trowa and Quatre are dancing around the ballroom to some hired musicians to play for them. Quatre sighs happily and leans into Trowa's arms more. Trowa smiles and enjoys the dance. Nearby, Rashid quietly watches Quatre, happy for Quatre and Trowa's joy.
The music stops for the evening and Quatre and Trowa walk over to the a exit. They walk hand in hand towards a private bedroom. The door closes and Trowa embraces Quatre.
"Ai shitieru Quatre," he murmurs.
"Ai shitieru Trowa," Quatre grins and hugs Trowa back.
Show you the shape of my heart
[ A bed appears ]
Lying on the bed are the two naked boys, obviously resting from a night of wild sex. They sleep peacefully in each other's arms, never letting go of each other.
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~Owari~ ( *whimper* The lyrics didn't make any sense to the plot, yes, I know. So it's like a PWP song fic, ne? )
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