Warnings: Dessy-chan here! ^_^ It's a Quatre and Trowa fic. There's lots 'n lots of sappiness ( I suppose ), perhaps a bit angsty and some love dovey stuff mixed in. This fic is called Definate Hope.
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I don't own Gundam Wing *sob* and I'm just doing this fic as a little hobby of mine. Don't sue me and DO e-mail me! *teary googly eyes* Onegai?
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Specks of sunlight streaked through a stained glass window at the Winner residence as the sun slowly began to ascend. The streak of light continued it's path until it hit the top of a tall black piano. A blonde haired figure was seated on a black cushioned seat, gently running his fingers across the black and white keys. The sunlight continued to bathe the window with sunlight as the sun rose. The light splashed onto the slender fingers that flowed on the keys, highlighting his skin and hair.
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At the other end of the room, where it was bathed in dark shadows, stood a tall figure. A green eye peered out to the soft music being played on the piano. The slender figure leaned against the pane of the doorway where it as bathed with darkness and all you saw was a single green eye.
Ivory fingers danced on the keys, playing a melancholy melody and came from the soul of the player. He silently thought while his fingers flew across the piano, playing out his frustrations.
'Why? Why must I do this all the time? Why does this happen when HE'S around?' his blue eyes wretched with sadness as he looked at the piano, letting his fingers play.
'Should I feel ashamed?' he questioned himself for the millionth time. 'Oh course not... love... love... love is... is... blind... o-of course,' he answered back to himself, for the millionth time. 'Oh, but why! I care so much for him, yet, I can't. I'm so far away from him, he pushes everyone back. I've tried... really... oh, this is hopeless...' his fingers responded back with playing lower notes, colliding them together to nearly cause a cacophony that bounced off the walls of the room.
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The green eye that stood illuminating in the shadow shuddered at the darkened notes and looked out in concern. He quietly listened to the notes of the piano, being played out painfully by the owner as blonde haired figure sat with pain on his face at the piano.
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'I can always hope, right?' he asked again, to himself. 'Of course, hope should never die out, no matter what,' he answered back to himself. He immediately felt happy and his fingers played out a happy tinkling melody.
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The green eye flickered and gently closed and opened again. The eye was happy and seemed to follow the music's melody. 'Happiness...' the figure thought and stood there, watching still.
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'But, then, he might like someone else...' the figure at the piano thought painfully. His fingers began to descend the piano, once again playing lower toned notes.
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The figure in the shadows shifted uncomfortably at the sound of the bashed notes. 'Sadness...' the lone figure thought again.
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The slender fingers tentatively hovered over the keys on the piano, deep in thought. His face, forlorn and pale. His eyes laid upon his features, undistinguished and plastered with a silent agonized expression that only an expert could spot. 'Is it futile, to just give up?' he questioned again. His hands played out a questioning melody, neither high notes nor low notes.
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He leaned a bit forward towards the notes while leaning on the doorway. 'Questioning...' his thought flashed by him again.
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A melody answered his question he played, his own answer. This one, yet again, was a questionable one. 'I can't decide what he likes and what he doesn't like. But I sorely wish that I was one of the people that he liked, perhaps more than a friend if he chooses so,' the blonde haired boy thought. His hands gently flowed across the piano, playing a soothing piece of improvised music.
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The green eye flickered and closed itself gently. 'My favorite part... loving...' the tall figure looked tenderly towards the piano as it played out slowly. 'He always does this... when I'm here... I wonder, does he know?'
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He let his emotions talk through his music, turning it out into a ten minute romantic piece of music. 'For every piece of music I play like this, I dedicate it to the pilot of gundam 03... forever...' He slowly ended it, just as subtle as it started. His blue eyes glimmered... he turned and stood up to face the framed colored glass window and gently pressed his hands on the window.
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A questioning look appeared on the face of the figure that stood in the shadows as he looks on. 'He has never done that before... what is he ... doing?'
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The slender figure stood in front of the window, his eyes alighted by the new day's sun. 'Even though you're not here, I'll just say it once, just once aloud, so I can satisfy the fact that I said it,' he thought deeply. A tear dropped from his eyes and twinkled in the sunlight as it fell.
"Ai shiteiru, Trowa..." he whispered aloud, the walls slowly echoing back.
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His green eye stood illuminated on his face, still in shock, hearing those words. 'Ai shiteiru...' he thought. 'He-he loves me?? I didn't hear that. No, wait, I did hear that...' He felt flustered and stunned as he stared at the person looking out the window.
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Sunlight gleamed through the window and highlighted his blonde hair as he turned around to lean against the window pane. He looked up onto the ceiling and closed his eyes, bathing himself in the sunlight's warmth. 'There, I said it. I finally said it. It's a pity that he probably doesn't feel the same,' he thought bitterly.
His slender frame slowly slid down the big window, his legs crumpling from underneath him. Quiet sobs slowly escaped from his mouth as he sat down, knees bent up and his head in his arms. 'I can't take it anymore... every day, every time I see him... A stabbing cut runs deeper and deeper into my heart and it hurts so much. Dying from the inside hurts, oh it hurts so much. Oh, Trowa...'
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He finally decided to step out of the shadows that made him stand out cold for so long. Seeing the boy sobbing his heart out on the floor was too much for him. He softly stepped forward towards the forlorn figure at the window, his thoughts flashing by him in a blur. 'This is it... I hope I'm not too late...to tell him...'
He heard soft footsteps, but figured it was Rashid, catching him playing at the piano again at such an early hour again. But he heard a different voice, a surprisingly lighter toned voice that had concern mixed in.
"Quatre?" he knelt by him and placed a hand on his arm. "Quatre?" he asked again, more urgently.
He wearily lifted his eyes to the offender and saw a green eye. He gasped and shrunk away, shaking and tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Are you... ok?"
"Y-y-you... heard... me?" he gasped out, shaking still.
He bowed his head slightly and scooted closer to the Arabian boy. "I cannot lie. Hai, I heard."
He froze, his tears still running down his cheeks. In place of sadness, shock and disappointment shone in his eyes that was brimming with overflowing tears. He shrunk even smaller, trying to get away from everything. Again, sobs began to escape his throat and put his head down in shame.
He looked at him with tenderness and sat close to him. He gently laid his arms around the crying boy and gave him a comforting hug. "Shh..."
He stopped crying and looked up to see a green eye staring back at him with deep concern. "... so... you heard.... everything?" he gulped nervously, feeling slightly odd.
He looked down on the blonde haired angel in his arms. He sighed softly and rewarded him with a smile, seldem did he ever smile, for anyone. "Hai..."
"So... you... aaa...." he trailed off.
"Ai shiteiru, Quatre..." he lovingly wrapped him in his arms and kissed his cheek shyly, shocking the smaller figure.
He slowly let his body go lax against the taller pilot, realization hitting him. He sank into his arms and sighed happily, tears of joy running down his cheeks. He leaned his head on the taller boy's frame and they both welcomed the morning sun as they looked out the window, held in each other's embrace.
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*~Owari~*
^_^ Hai, I say, this was a good ol' fic. Possibly one of my best writings. It was very emotional and deep. *Desly falls into a hole* Well, not THAT deep and hope you enjoyed reading it! ^_~v
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