Saria: A nice piece here, which I wrote when I was in Ibiza to cool me down. I just had to write a little bit of fluff coz…well coz it’s very fluffy. May I remind people that I am not the official copyright owner of Trowa and Quatre, they belong to the brilliant creators of Gundam Wing (who had the very original idea of making a damn sexy pale skinned blonde Arab – genius there people) If you sued me you wouldn’t get much as I have 15 lira on me at the moment.

The rain poured down, it’s large droplets falling from the heavens; thundering to the ground below. The sky was blackened with the swirling rage of storm clouds, the sky lighting up from the thunder. Down on the earth ran a little angel; an angel that had chosen not to stay up in the heavens, held in the eternal grasp of holiness; but an angel that chose to live his life on earth, all because of one mortal.

His platinum bangs were plastered to his face, their drenched roots turning a dark blonde from the moisture. His eyes were a clear turquoise, reflecting the image of the downpour that surrounded his small form. The small angel continued on his way, the soaked raincoat unable to protect him from the wrath of the almighty storm. In heaven there were no storms, no rain; but the blonde angel didn’t mind the weather if it meant he could be with the one he loved most; his silent emotion.

But, oh, if only he could tell the one he longed for more than life itself how he truly felt. If only he could hold his green-eyed love close to him; become enveloped in his arms and die there. If he could just be able to whisper all of his hidden feelings to the boy who had captured his heart and then he would die peacefully, knowing that he’d given his love to the one he cared for most. Oh, how the angel dreamed of his love every night; unable to sleep without holy visions of the brown banged boy appearing in his head. The angel was torn apart when he woke from his fantasies to find his bedside empty, no vision of perfection nestled in his arms. He would dream about his love even in the daylight now; his eyes and mouth haunting his conscious. If only he could live a reality with his Latin sweetheart; then his heaven would come down to the mortal world.

The blonde boy stopped suddenly, his heart thumping in his throat. There he was, all alone…his silent emotion. The angel couldn’t breath; he felt as if all the oxygen around him was gone and that he’d suffocate from just seeing the perfect soul that he cared for so much. The brown-banged pilot was stood by himself, no umbrella to shelter his shivering form from the rain that continued its onslaught. The angel sighed longingly at the boy; he was so lonely, just like him. The platinum boy would give anything for the emerald jewelled boy, even his life, soul and mere existence. His turquoise eyes stared at the shaking form of the tall, muscular boy; who was only clothed in a sodden jumper and jeans. The angel stepped forward one pace before stopping. How could he even think of touching this mortal; the one who should have been born a god. Even now, when his love stood alone in the park, the trees around him swaying from the gales; he could not move. It was if he was frozen, his body unable to think of moving up to the pilot in case he was rejected. The angel willed his body to run up to the Latin boy and for him to be able to just embrace him in his arms, but it was no use.

The blonde’s eyes widened as he saw the brown haired pilot begin to move away. His heart stopped beating and his throat became dry, even though it was well quenched. His love was moving away from him once more, but no! He wouldn’t allow his tall green-eyed silence to leave him; not again. His body became free once more, the rain unable to slow him down as he ran shouting into the park, the grass beneath his feet damp and filled with the droplets of angel’s tears.

"Trowa!" The angel shouted, his heart beating rapidly in his head. The world was now a blur to him, the childless swings no more. All he could see was the boy, and how he turned around, his solemn face lighting up at the appearance of the smaller boy. The angel sighed at his love’s reaction and ran up to him, slowing as he reached his beautiful beacon of hope.

"Quatre…" The taller began.

"I’m sorry…that I’m late." The smaller stuttered, unable to talk from the coldness and his breathlessness from just being around his silent emotion.

"I would wait an eternity for you my Little One." The brown banged pilot answered, his eyes gleaming from the love that surrounded the two. No more words were needed, the two sodden forms just stood there, turquoise meeting green. The rain no longer fell down on them in their world, they were the only two souls alive there.

"I love you, my Silent Emotion." Quatre whispered, the tears welling in his crystal clear eyes.

"I know…my Little Angel." The two lovers met in a strong embrace, their hearts now beating as one. Neither felt the bitterness of the storm any longer; the heat of their undying love making the world seem perfect. The taller reached down and their lips met, the gentle kiss they shared, a symbol of harmony and peace. Heaven was now on earth for the two; nobody would ever be able to change that.

Even if there was no love or complete happiness in the world; the love of the Silent Emotion and Little Angel would live on…for eternity.

Saria:….*sob*….oh I like that one. They are so made for each other….

Quatre: I’m not complaining if you insist on writing a lot of 3x4 fics.

Trowa: Neither am I.

Saria: You two just make a really cute couple; I’m going to cry again….

<Is comforted by the two sex gods>

Saria: //Oh I could live with this, two of the fittest and most gorgeous guys alive holding me…hey I’m DEFINITELY NOT complaining!//

Arigatou tameni za iigusa!