Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or the song "FNT." The song is sung by Semisonic if you want to go find it...
Notes: "//....//"=Lyrics
Also, this fanfic will be written from Quatre and Trowa's point of view. It starts when Quatre and Trowa first meet. It's also based on the dialogue in the English dub, so if you don't like dubs, I do...and I'm the writer so IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR OPINION IS!!!! Heehee, sorry, I couldn't resist using the Rock's lines.
Yellow Text=Quatre
Green Text=Trowa
Warnings: Shounen-ai/Yaoi (male/male relationships) It's a songfic...
Rating: PG, perhaps PG-13
~fic start~
I am a soldier....that's all, a killer. I have a mission to complete, I must complete Operation Meteor. My name? I have no name, my alias is borrowed from a deceased man. They call me Trowa Barton. I'm currently attacking an OZ base. Oz is my enemy.
Heavyarms seems to be holding up well, I'm not surprised. To reassure myself I make some comments about my opponents' strategy. I keep shooting and shooting at them, I'm pleased that I'm taking them all out...but then everything stops, the machine guns have run out of ammo and I have no more grenades or rockets left. Damn.
"That was pretty fast. Surprise surprise..." I say calmly after causing the mobile suit to drop the machine gun on it's arm. I look up in time to see an Aries just about to plow into me, but then a beam of brilliant golden light shoots through it and obliterates it. Who did that? Was he killed by one of his own? Split-seconds later, more and more Special OZ forces are being blown away in the same manner. Someone's trying to sabotage my mission? No..
"Master Quatre." Rashid calls me over the signal box.
"I don't need any help," I say quickly. I'm ready to handle this on my own, I don't want to put Rashid or any of the other Maguanacs in danger. I look at the mobile suit that I face.
"He seems to have run out of ammo."
"That pilot isn't relying on any sort of firearms." I saw the blade on his mobile suit's arm. Is that what he would attack with?
//Fascinating New Thing
You delight me and I know your speaking of me//
He's hesitant...you can't hesitate in a battle, it may cause your loss. But then...it might also cause pain if you act too soon. Either way, I decided to get it over with, so I attacked the other mobile suit. He's my enemy right? Why doesn't this feel right? Why?
I blocked his attack...his suit is like mine, why are we fighting? "It's not right," I say softly. "It's not." I press some control buttons and shut down Sandrock, opening the cockpit door. "You and I shouldn't be fighting each other!" I waited for maybe a second before the lights in the suit's eyes faded and the cockpit opened and the pilot walked out.
He was tall, and surprisingly, I found him very handsome. He held his hands up...I don't have a gun. Why would he do that? "Put your hands down, I was the first one to come out and surrender remember?" I couldn't help wondering what this mysterious pilot was thinking...but something inside of me told me I could trust him, so I decided to invite him to my mansion so we could fix his mobile suit.
//Fascinating New Thing
Get beside me, I want you to love me.//
I stared at him blankly, in disbelief. His smile fascinated me, I had never seen a person show such pure kindness to an enemy. How did he know I wasn't going to kill him? How did he know I wouldn't attack wherever he was staying? How could he trust me so much, when he didn't even know me? It was odd, something in me said to trust the blonde haired boy, but my brain was screaming not to.
I went with him and his small army to his base. It was huge! He must be very rich. I left Heavyarms to the head of his army. I hoped they would do a good job of making repairs. We went inside and he got a servant to get me some food and he tried to start up a conversation but I wanted to test his motives so I said very little. I found it...hmmm, I'm searching for the word. I guess you could call it sweet, that he kept trying instead of giving up. I felt a strange feeling inside of me when he tried to entertain me with his violin playing. It was beautiful.
//I'm surprised that you've never been told before
that you're lovely
and you're perfect
and that somebody wants you.//
It's hard entertaining a guy as silent as this one. He's hardly said a word since he's been here. I don't know if he like how I play the violin or if he just wants me to sit down and be quiet. I keep playing anyways, lost in my thoughts and the song. I look up at him for a moment, and I'm surprised that he picks up a flute and starts playing it. Smiling, and hoping I don't look like a goof while doing so, I start playing again.
We played the most wonderful duet. I didn't really want him to go when they finished fixing his mobile suit.
I walked away from the house...from that pilot. My feelings are so messed up inside, after all the war, all the killing, I had never felt like this before. "Are you sure you have to leave?" I heard him call after me. "At least tell me your name before you go. My name is Quatre Raberba Winner." Quatre...I like that name.
"I have no name," I said turning to look at him. "But if you must call me something, it's Trowa, Trowa Barton." I then started walking again, his sweet voice bid me farewell.
"Goodbye friend Trowa, we'll meet again." I could only hope so, it would be nice to see Quatre again someday.
I waved at him. He was so mysterious, but at least he had given me something to call him...Trowa Barton. It was a very interesting name, for a very fascinating person...
"Master Quatre?"
My thoughts were interrupted. I looked up at Rashid.
"Are you sure we should be letting him go just like that? He knows the location of this base after all," he said to me.
"He's not the sort of person to go around telling others." he hardly talked to me, why would he talk to anyone else about where he had gotten his mobile suit fixed and what other pilots he had met?
"But what if he attacks?" Poor Rashid looked concerned. He worries about me too much.
"I almost wish he would, at least that way I would get to se him again." He raised an eyebrow at me, did he suspect my feelings for Trowa? I didn't care, no matter how much they disapproved, it wouldn't stop me from trying to see Trowa again. A few nights passed, often I thought of him, and how long it might be before I saw the green-eyed pilot again. Then I got a new mission, I had to go alone, I couldn't take the maguanacs with me on this, so I left.
I arrived in San Francisco. I went to a pay phone to reserve my room for the night. I told them I was alone...the woman who answered didn't seem to believe me, this made me smile. Like I was going to bring a girl in with me or something...Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone that I thought seemed familiar. It was Trowa! I hung up the phone quickly to go talk to him. "Trowa!"
Someone called my name. Only 3 people knew my alias. I spun quickly to be greeted by a smiling little blonde boy. Quatre? I tried to hide my happiness of seeing him again, my face twisted into an angry look, but he didn't back away or get intimidated or anything. I didn't want to be warm towards him, I didn't wish to show my feelings.
"Funny we ended up in the same place." he smiled cheerily. How could he be so happy all the time? In the midst of this war?
"I'm doing this alone." I stared at him.
"But two are always better than one." Inside I almost laughed. Did that have some hidden meaning Quatre?
"I don't think so." I turned and walked away. He asked me to wait. I stopped and turned towards him.
"Do you have a place to stay?" He asked my quietly. I admitted that I was going to sleep in my truck. He took my hand, to my surprise, and led me to a taxi. "Come with me, I got a hotel room. I'm sure a bed would be much more comfortable to sleep in than the front seat of a truck." I stared down at his hand, hesitating before entwining my fingers in his.
//Fascinating New Thing
You seem aching, want a temporary savior?//
I didn't realize I was still holding his hand until he entwined his fingers in mine. I never expected to feel such warmness from him. I thought about what I had said...Allah. It seemed like I was hitting on him. Oh dear, it didn't only seem like I was either, I actually was. Thank goodness he didn't seem to mind...perhaps he did like me? A faint blush spread across my cheeks as we got in the taxi together.
//Fascinating New Thing
Don't betray them by becoming familiar.//
Quatre didn't cease to amaze me. Even though it was just for one night, he picked one of the most expensive hotels in the area. When we went to the receptionist, she handed him the key to his room and smiled.
"Mr. Winner," she said, "I thought you said you would be alone." She winked and Quatre just looked at her slightly shocked and I could see the blush creeping onto his face. I forced myself not to smile. She pointed down a large hallway. "The elevator's that way." I followed Quatre up to the room we would share. The bed was large, definitely not a one person bed. I almost wondered if he planned it this way. No, he seemed too shy to do something like that.
//I'm surprised that you've never been told before
that you're lovely
and you're perfect
and that somebody wants you//
That incident with the receptionist was so embarrassing! I must have turned beet red. Trowa decided to sleep in his clothes, he said he had no pajamas. I offered him a spare set of mine but he had said that I was already too kind in letting him share the room with me. I went and took a shower, then changed and crawled into the bed. We didn't sleep close, a little to my disappointment. But I did stay up for a while to listen to his breathing. As I was nodding off he softly called to me.
"Quatre?"
"Yes Trowa?"
"Why?"
"Why what?" I asked in confusion.
"Why do you show so much kindness towards me if you don't even know me? Why did you let me stay here? Why did you fix my mobile suit? I could be your enemy."
I blushed in the darkness. "Because I like you Trowa. I feel this strange link to you. I mean...I hope you don't get scared by this but, I feel that even though I know nothing about you, I'm attracted to you." I waited for an answer or a comment. All I heard for a while was silence.
"Oh," was all he said. I closed my eyes. Well, at least he wasn't sprinting from the room screaming.
//I'm surprised that you've never been told before
that you're priceless
yeah you're precious
even when you are not new//
It turned out that Quatre felt the same way about me that I felt about him. I was glad he returned my feelings. "Well....." I hesitated. "You could always ask me anything about myself Quatre...I'd be happy to tell you anything about myself, unless I don't even know the answers." We took turns talking and asking each other questions for a few hours. There were a few I couldn't answer because I didn't know...like, where my family came from...or who my family members are for that matter. I told him about being a mercenary, and everything as far back as I could remember.
//la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la
la la la//
Trowa didn't have much of a past...I guessed he had been separated from his family from a very young age, due to he could hardly remember anything. The whole time we were talking, we stared into each other's eyes in the faint moonlight that came through the windows. His seemed to light up, like a beast's. They reminded me of a lion's eyes.
//I'm surprised that you've never been told before
that you're lovely
and you're perfect
and that somebody wants you//
When we were about to say goodnight I asked him the question I had been summoning my courage to ask him for a while. "Trowa?"
"Yes Quatre?"
"Would you...be my lover?" I can't believe I asked it. I felt like hiding under the bed.
//I'm surprised that you've never been told before
that you're priceless
yeah you're holy
even when you are not new//
How I had waited for him to ask that question. I gently wrapped my arms around his smaller body. "Of course I will Quatre." I could see his blushing in the pale light, I loved how his brilliant blue eyes shimmered in it. Then I kissed him...it was better than I expected...so sweet and soothing. I almost forgot about the war. In the morning, I woke up first, and I found we had switched places, now he was holding me...
//Fascinating New Thing
Fascinating New Thing
Fascinating New Thing
Fascinating New Thing
Fascinating New Thing
Fascinating New Thing
Fascinating New Thing
Fascinating New Thing
Allright...//
~Fin~
