A Soldier's Love
Written by: Pingo
Email: Pingochan@aol.com
A GW/Yaoi/Shonen-ai Fanfic
Rated PG-13 for language, lime and boy/boy love. No Lemon, you hentais!
Sorry...
Author's Note: Hi! Any comments would be much appreciated! And now...
On with the Fic!...
Chapter 4:
Heero was waiting by the stairs, when Quatre came down. "Ohayo!" the
blonde greeted him nervously. Quatre stole a betraying gaze to the forearm
of his pink oxford shirt. *Good, no blood* the Arab boy thought.
"Quatre we really need to talk. It's about last night," the Japanese boy
said.
"There's nothing to talk about Heero. I know Duo's the one you really
love," Quatre tried to keep the anguish from his voice. "Is everything
okay between you now?"
"We'll be okay. But we're worried about you."
"I'll be fine," the Arabian boy said, searching Heero's face for an
indication of the truth. *Did Trowa tell him?* "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you just seemed upset this morning, and you were a mess last night.
I'm just worried."
"Well, what do you expect? Trowa left me. Trowa, the only one I could
depend on is gone." The blond boy choked back an unexpected sob. "Heero,
I just need to be alone for a few minutes. Alright?"
"If you need me or Duo, we'll be here for you, okay?"
The blonde simply nodded, then headed back upstairs. Once he got back in,
he went to the bathroom and removed his shirt. Then, the small boy eyed
the gauze he had wrapped around his arm. *Time for the other arm,* he
thought, reaching once again for the sharp razor blade in the sink.
~*~*~
After Heero had his talk with Quatre, he went to the kitchen where Duo was
waiting. "I talked with him," he told Duo, then asked, "Am I forgiven?"
"Yeah," the braided pilot said, with a grin. "Is he okay?"
"He seems a little upset, over Trowa leaving him, but he'll be okay." It
occured to Heero that he was lieing. Quatre had not seemed okay, but Heero
couldn't quite place what was wrong. He was usually very good at reading
people, so Quatre had to be intentionally hiding something. It bothered
Heero, but he did not want to worry the other boy over it. Everything
would work out in the end.
"That's good. I still can't believe Trowa left him though. After the
death of his father, he was all Quatre had left in the world. He never
trusted us or his sisters the way he did Trowa."
"Yeah," Heero said, wrapping the braided boy in his arms. *Maybe Trowa
could tell what is wrong.* "Those two were the closest of any of us."
"Only because yoiu and Fei-Fei are so guarded," Duo replied. "Where is
Wufei, anyway?"
"I haven't seen him much," Heero admitted. "I think he's been spending a
lot of time in meditation lately."
"He's always meditating," Duo commented.
Heero nodded in silent agreement. "I guess we're not as interesting as
Buddah... Hey, how about some breakfast?"
Duo was quick to agree. "I'll cook!"
"No better let me..." Heero interrupted. He was still recovering from
Duo's last attempt at cooking.
~*~*~
Wufei was walking down the hall to the kitchen, when he heard a loud crash
downstairs. He rushed down the stairs to make sure everyone was okay. The
first thing he saw was a bowl of pancake batter overturned on the floor.
One glance at the counter where it had fallen from, explained everything.
*I can't believe they're doing that on the kitchen counter! Have they no
sense of justice or common decency?* Before the pilots realized his
presence, the chinese pilot went back upstairs. *I'll see what Quatre is
doing, maybe we can go grab breakfast.*
The pilot knocked on the Arabian's door and was greeted by a soft curse.
"Coming!" he heard the other boy shout. Wufei had to wait nearly five
minutes before the young boy came to the door clad in a bath robe.
"Sorry, to disturb you. I just wanted to see if you wanted to go grab
breakfast... the kitchen is... unsanitary..."
"Sure," Quatre replied, flashing the chinese boy a bright smile. "Let me
just go get dressed."
Wufei smiled back, hesitantly. The blonde was always so nice to him, even
when he was busy, or had more important things to occupy his time. Wufei
regretted that he had not been as nice to the small boy as, Quatre had been
to Wufei. He didn't have much time to think about this however, because
less than two minutes later Quatre was dressed and ready to go.
"Where do you want to go?" Quatre asked Wufei, as the blonde locked his
bedroom door.
"Where ever you want, Quatre. You pick."
"Well, it's a little late for breakfast, so let's go have an early lunch."
"That's fine with me."
"Great!" the blonde exclaimed. "I'll call from the limo to make
reservations! Let's go!"
*Reservations?* Wufei thought. *I should've known we couldn't go out for a
simple meal...*
~*~*~
Trowa was standing out in the streeet, watching the safe house, when Quatre
and Wufei came out the front door. The tall boy ducked behind a tree
before either boy caught sight of him. Peering around the tree's trunk, he
saw them climb into the limousine, smiling and laughing, obviously not
aware they were being watched. Trowa did a quick double take. *Wufei...
smiling and laughing?!?* he thought. The boy was startled. Wufei hadn't
smiled or laughed much since Trowa had known him, and his laughs and smiles
had been even rarer since ever Treize had died. *Maybe Quatre and Wufei
deserve each other...* The thought came out of nowhere, startling Trowa.
In his heart he knew he didn't deserve Quatre. He had pushed the boy away.
*Atleast I know he's not back to cutting again. Maybe Wufei is good for
him.*
Deep down, Trowa knew he still, and always would love the Arabian, but
another part of him knew the blonde deserved better... so much better...
Author's Note: Awww... Poor Trowa! Why do I keep hurting the GW boys? I
love them! Really, I do. Any comments would be greatly appreciated...
*hint, hint* I'll try to get part five out as soon as possible, but I
don't know what's coming next...
Ja Ne!
Chapter 5