Give me a break, I’ve never written a YAOI story before in my life, so this is a first try! My foremost apologies to those of you who are 2X5 fans. I'm personally a 2X1 fan, so... well, that's what you'll find in the story. :) Hope no one minds *TOO* much!
Heavyarms and Sandrock stood side by side in their attack. This was a fairly simple mission – destroy a base. But with all the recent fighting, both Quatre and Trowa had been getting edgy. The OZ mobile suits continued to fall under the heat scorchers and machine fire, until one of them rammed into Sandrock from behind. Quatre yelled a little and tried to catch his balance. Trowa, being a little overprotective, jumped to his friend’s assistance, knocking the mobile suit off and sending a missile towards it.
“I’m doing fine!” Quatre snapped. “I can handle this! You don’t have to come running every time one little thing goes wrong!”
Trowa blinked. “I was only helping! I thought you liked us to work together in battles!”
“Normally…” Quatre grumbled. He straightened up and sliced through an oncoming mobile suit. “But I could’ve handled that! I’m not helpless!” The statement had come out a little less-feeling then Quatre usually spoke, almost with a touch of anger that so very much unlike the kinder pilot. But all the battles lately… Quatre was sick of fighting.
Trowa’s eyes seemed to narrow, and he suddenly stopped fighting. It wasn’t like Quatre to snap at him. Trowa didn’t like it. And if his kioboto was going to act like THAT…
Heavyarms turned it’s back to the battle, and started walking away. Quatre blinked. “Trowa! What the?”
There was no answer. An onslaught of machine fire caught Quatre off-guard, and he quickly raised his shield in front of Sandrock’s face. “Trowa! What are you doing?! Get back here! We're supposed to destroy this base!”
”You don’t need me.” Trowa’s reply was short and emotionless. “So why should I stay?”
Quatre’s mouth dropped in horror as Heavyarms disappeared. He turned back to the battle, shocked. “Oh Trowa!” he murmured, sadness filling his voice. “I didn’t mean it like…” Quatre’s head dropped, and his grip released on the controls. The machine fire didn’t matter now.
A sudden beam of light sliced through a mobile suit in front of Quatre. The fourth pilot looked up, but instead of Heavyarms, he saw Deathscythe. “Duo?” Quatre paused. Duo hadn’t received orders for this mission, so what was he doing here?
“Hey!” Duo’s ever-cheerful voice came over Sandrock’s comm. “What are you doing fighting alone? I thought Trowa was supposed to help you!” Deathscythe turned, sending its deadly beam into another two suits.
“Oh Duo, I feel so awful!”
“Yea? Well if you don’t fight back, you’re not going to feel anything! Dead men don’t feel!”
Quatre held back his tears. “I snapped at Trowa… He just left! He stopped fighting and just left!”
“Aw…” Duo’s voice still sounded cheerful, much to Quatre’s aggravation. “I’m sure he’s just a little sore! Come on, help me finish this up, and we’ll get back and you can talk to him!”
Quatre nodded silently, and Sandrock came back to life. Within minutes, the two pilots had destroyed all the remaining mobile suits. Duo’s voice commed back. “Alright! Let’s get back and straighten this out!”
~*~
An hour later, Sandrock and Deathscythe were standing motionless in the basement of Quatre’s mansion. Duo walked towards the stairs that lead up to the main floor. “I’m sure Trowa’s not TOO mad at you!” he said brightly.
Quatre’s sad look didn’t leave his face. Duo sighed. “Quatre! Come on, it’ll be fine!”
The blonde pilot only shook his head. “No… Trowa hates me now.”
“I’m sure he doesn’t hate you!” Duo explained as they headed up the marble staircase. “He might be mad, but he doesn’t hate you! Hate’s a strong word and –“
”I’m gonna kill you.” Heero’s dark voice muttered near the two boys. Duo felt his braid yank back.
“OW!”
“Don’t even TRY to come up with an excuse!” Heero growled, shoving Duo into their joint bedroom. The door slammed, and Quatre could hear the Japanese pilot’s voice snapping at Duo. “You said you were going to help me with this computer system today, and what do you do? Disappear! I swear Duo…”
Quatre sighed and moved down the hall to his and Trowa’s room. This was going to be hard. What if Trowa didn’t listen? Quatre slowly pushed the door open, but to his surprise, no one was in the room! He blinked and glanced around. All of Trowa’s things were gone. His clothes, his pictures, everything. Quatre all but panicked, and ran out into the hall – right into Wufei.
“Wufei!” Quatre tried to keep his voice calm. “Have you seen Trowa?”
Wufei frowned. “Yes, he’s down the hall in the third room on the left. He took all his things there. Why? You two have a fight?” A grin spread on Wufei's lips.
”No time to explain.” Quatre replied, turning and running down the hall. He skidded in front of the room Wufei had mentioned. The door was shut. Quatre took a deep breath, and slowly knocked.
There wasn’t any reply. “Well…” Quatre muttered. He slowly turned the knob and walked in. Trowa was putting his clothes in the dresser. He didn’t look up.
“Trowa?” Quatre almost whispered.
“What?” Trowa’s voice was sharp and quiet. “I don’t have anything to say to you.”
“I know, but I have something to say to you.”
“Well make it fast.”
Trowa turned his back to Quatre. The blonde pilot sighed. “I’m sorry Trowa. I didn’t mean to snap at you! I’m just so sick of fighting… And…” Quatre felt tears in his eyes. He slowly sank to the floor. “I’m sorry Trowa.” There was a long, silent pause which seemed to stab at Quatre's heart. So Trowa was just going to ignore him. He felt the tears falling harder, when... suddenly strong arms wrapped around him, bracing him. He looked up. “Trowa?”
”I shouldn’t have run out on you.” Trowa said softly. “Will you ever forgive me Quatre?”
Quatre twisted and leaned against Trowa’s chest, tightening his arms around his fellow pilot. “Oh yes! But only if…”
Trowa stared. “Only if what?”
“You’ll forgive me!” Quatre smiled.
Trowa nodded and leaned down, placing a light kiss on Quatre’s lips. “Of course.” He smiled. “How did you ever get out of that fight? I was worried… but so proud...” Trowa's eyes downcast. "I couldn't seem to turn around and go back..."
”Duo showed up.” Quatre sighed. “He helped me finish the fight.” He looked up and nuzzled Trowa’s neck. “Come on, let’s move your stuff back. Everything's okay now. I know you didn't mean it.”
Trowa nodded and smiled. “Yes.” He pulled Quatre off the floor and picked up his duffle bag, shoving his clothes back in. Quatre quickly gathered some of his other things. Lastly, Trowa picked up a picture of him and Quatre that Duo had taken a few months earlier. Quatre walked over and smiled. “That’s my favorite picture.”
”Mine too.” Trowa smiled.
The two began to walk back down the hall. Passing Duo and Heero’s rooms, they could hear shouting.
”I had something to do!”
“Well you said you were going to help ME! You know what this means? I’m sleeping in the other room tonight. See how you like THAT!”
Quatre tried not to laugh as he opened the door. “Heero?”
The first pilot narrowed his eyes. “WHAT Quatre?”
“Duo was helping me fight OZ this afternoon.”
”Yea.” Trowa replied, his face expressionless. “If Duo hadn’t showed up, Quatre probably wouldn’t have made it through that fight.”
”Where were you?” Heero snapped.
“Being an idiot.” Trowa smirked slightly. “Thank you Duo.” He and Quatre turned and walked down the hall. Heero and Duo heard their door shut.
“Well…” Heero sighed. “Alright, I won’t move out on you…”
”That’s nice to know.” Duo grumbled.
“Sorry.” Heero muttered. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Duo smirked his famous grin and pounced up behind Heero, wrapping his arms around the boy’s neck.
“Nah, it’s okay. You just can’t stay mad at me!”
“Duo!” Heero tried to break free, but ended up falling over on the floor with Duo on top of him. The two looked at each other for a moment. Heero smiled a little. “Well…”
”I’m right!” Duo smirked and quickly kissed Heero, rolling over on his side and snuggling against the quieter pilot. Heero only smiled and pulled Duo a little closer.
Trowa and Quatre were back in their room by this time. Quatre sighed. “I hope they make up.”
”I’m sure they will.” Trowa replied. He walked over and pulled Quatre to him. “I love you Quatre.”
“I love you too Trowa.” Quatre rested against Trowa’s chest again, closing his eyes. “Very, VERY much.”
