Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, except the vampire Heero and Mana....but
they aren't in this story so I'll just shut my trap :) any way, i don't
own the characters or the song, which is Lucky by Brittany Spears,,,,and
NO, i do not regularly listen to her music, i just fell in love with the
song at my friend Hanime's house...Also theres a reference to Angel on WB
near the bottom of the story...
Lucky By MidKnight
This is a story about a girl named Lucky…
Quatre stood watching the boy's back retreat. He knew the boy was going
away, and that he'd never see him again, except in battle; and honestly
he didn't want to kill the boy. There was something about him. Something
he recognized.
*Early morning, she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock on the door
It's time for makeup, perfect smile
It's you they're all waiting for
They go…
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say…
She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night*
The boy was still walking away, heading for the Gundam, when the cloud
passed over the sun, making the courtyard dim for a few brief seconds.
The darkness brought on shivers from Quatre, and his adrenalin rose as he
remember the night's loneliness, the servants he had to talk to. How they
were paid to be congenial. How they were paid to be his friends.
*Lost in an image, in a dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?
They go…
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say…
She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night*
The redheaded pilot was almost to his Gundam, but still Quatre waited
and sighed, relieved as the sun filled the courtyard again. Why did he
want to call out to the pilot? What tied them together beside their
occupation?
Why did he want to be friends?
*Lost in an image, in a dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?
They go…
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say…
She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night*
Quatre opened his mouth to speak, but shut it with a snap trying to
understand his emotions. Why did he care if this boy went off to battle?
What did he see in him that he needed? It reminded him of something on
the show his sisters watched, that thing with the vampire they were all
mooning over, "Where are you going?" one of the characters had asked the
vampire. "Out." "Why? What are you trying to find?" the human had asked.
"I'm trying to connect. Its what lonely people do, they try to connect."
*"Best actress, and the winner is…Lucky!"
"I'm Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the arena waiting for
Lucky"
"Oh my god…here she comes!"
Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl?
She is so lucky, but why does she cry?
If there's nothing missing in her life
Why do tears come at night?*
Thats it! Quatre knew what word he was looking for. He was trying to
connect to someone who was in the same position he was in. Someone who
would understand.
"You never told me your name!" Quatre yelled to the retreating back and
the boy paused. "How will I get in touch with you?"
The boy turned.
"You can call me Trowa..." He seemed to fumble for words for a second.
"Trowa Barton."
*She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night*
Fin!
