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Wind Beneath My Wings |
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A bit fluffy, cute love between Trowa & Quatre. Lyrics in Turquoise. ~~~~~ |
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Trowa stood, watching Quatre, a small glint of appreciation
present in his eyes. Quatre glance back at him and smiled happily. The war was
finally over, and it was all thanks to the 5 of them. Mainly Heero, of course,
but they’d all participated, and it was their achievment too. Duo smiled and
waved over the intercom at him, and so Quatre glanced at him. “Well, Buddy Boy , thanks to you and Heero we made it.” Duo winked and stuck a thumb up. “Oh, but it wasn’t...”Quatre blushed, and glanced at Trowa and Wufei. Both seemed to agree that it was him and Heero who had managed to win the war. Quatre shook his head, but all 3 links had closed. “It was Trowa... he told me..." Quatre broke off, then whispered “He told me that if I looked inside I’d find the strength...that he believed in me... It wasn’t me at all... Trowa... he knows it wasn’t though...” It must have been cold there in my shadow, to never have sunlight on your face. You were content to let me shine, that's your way. You always walked a step behind. When Quatre landed on Earth, there were several celebrations, people from all places appearing to hug him. In the corner of the MS Landing area, he saw Trowa watching him, seeming to just acknowledge, as Duo and Wufei had, that it was Quatre and Heero’s glory, nobody else’s. Yet, in Quatre’s mind, he’d done the most... he’d managed to put up with memory loss, to put up with Quatre’s bad mood, to help save his sister, risk his life by joining Oz... Much more than Quatre had. And he’d managed to beat the Zero system. Quatre sighed. Then there was the other obvious reason that he believed Trowa deserved it more. Because he believed Trowa deserved the best of everything. He loved him. It was that simple. He didn’t care that he was a guy. He was beautiful, and yet... behind that smile stood something, some pain that he’d known all his life. He tried so hard to hide it, but Quatre could tell. Hell, he’d watched him enough times to notice when he felt pain shoot through him. His heart would tell him as well – the way it’d told him that Trowa was still alive when he’d thought he’d killed him. So I was the one with all the glory, while you were the one with all the strain. A beautiful face without a name for so long. A beautiful smile to hide the pain. Of course, he added, sighing, Trowa didn’t know how much he cared. When you’re 15, a Gundam Pilot and in love with another guy, you generally don’t tell anyone. It’d seem... a little out of place. Of course, Trowa was the perfect Soldier. Not Heero, like everyone thought. Heero was too ... assassin like. He didn’t care enough about human lives to be a real Soldier. The compassion for his comrades was a false as Treize’s dentures. It just wasn’t real. Trowa cared for his comrades and managed to win the battles he fought. If Quatre had been that good a soldier, Trowa’d never have forgotten everything, would never have had to fought without knowing it... If only he’d been that good a soldier. Everything he’d done, he’d asked Trowa’s opinion on, trying to include him, get him to talk more. He’d already started to like the boy when he’d joined in playing music with him. That was the point he knew he had to be with Trowa, and that Trowa felt some type of protectiveness over him. Did you ever know that you're my hero, and everything I would like to be? I can fly higher than an eagle, for you are the wind beneath my wings. Quatre faltered, and almost immediately, Trowa appeared at his side, holding him up. He was still bleeding from his battle with Dorothy, and needed direct help. Trowa carried him straight to the nearest hospital, thinking Quatre to be unconscious. “You’ve got to make it, Quatre. We all care too much to let you just die now...the war’s over. You made it happen.” Trowa murmured, and Quatre smiled weakly. He shook his head, and Trowa stopped moving, thinking he was saying slow down. “No... I... You did. You made it happen. I only did everything I did... because you believed in me.” Quatre paused, slightly uncertain. “Trowa... you know it is, don’t you?” It might have appeared to go unnoticed, but I've got it all here in my heart. I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it. I would be nothing without you. “I, Quatre...” Trowa continued to move. “You need to rest. Sh...” Trowa continued the journey in silence. Upon entering the hospital, the nurses rushed around Quatre, taking him away to surgery immediately. Quatre glanced back at Trowa, longing to apologize, to tell him the truth, but was unable to. Both physically and mentally- as he lay there, the nurses were injecting him with all types of drugs to knock him out. Soon, he was out cold to the world. Did you ever know that you're my hero? You're everything I wish I could be. I could fly higher than an eagle, for you are the wind beneath my wings. Trowa waited for him to come out of surgery- wandering around aimlessly in the halls. When he finally did come out of surgery, and when he eventually awoke from his drug induced sleep, the first thing he saw was Trowa’s relieved, genuine smile. What a nice thing to wake up to, Quatre thought, the drugs still affecting his brain. He smiled. “Thank you Trowa – for waiting. I’m fine. Just a minor operation. Thanks for staying though...” Quatre paused, smiling softly. The fact he was affected by drugs allowed him to add “By the way, I meant it earlier. It was nothing to do with the fact I’m a great pilot. It’s just because you said you believed in me. And because I love you.” Quatre smiled again, oblivious to the fact he’d just told Trowa he loved him. He thought he’d only thought the words. Did I ever tell you you're my hero? You're everything, everything I wish I could be. Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle, for you are the wind beneath my wings, 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings. “Uh... Quatre? You... You just told me you love me.” Trowa said, aware the drugs were affecting him. “Oh? Did I? Oh well, I had to say it sometime. Now or never.... Hey, if it comes to it, at lest when I awaken later, I’ll have forgotten it. And you no doubt, when you run off. I mean, you are going to run off aren’t you?” Trowa shook his head, smiling slightly. “Ooh. I get it. You’re going to stick around and make sure I’m ok. You’re so nice, Trowa. I’m sure you want to leg it. I don’t mind. I know you will later, so go ahead.” Oh, the wind beneath my wings. You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings. Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high. Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings. Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings. “Whatever gave you that idea? Quatre... I’d never leave you.” Trowa pulled a chair closer. “The drugs are making you say what you’re thinking, aren’t they? Oh Quatre... you silly boy. How long have you felt like this?” “Oh, about... since I first met you. Why? Should it matter?” Quatre paused, actually hearing Trowa’s words. “You’re not going to leave? Ok, Quatre, don’t get your hopes up. He doesn’t necessarily love you back. He just cares about you, nothing more. Nothing...” Trowa put his finger over Quatre’s mumbling lips and smiled. “Silly boy. Of course I love you.” Quatre glanced at him, looking into his eyes. He smiled and passed out. Trowa smiled and rolled his eyes, gently caressing Quatre’s forehead. Almost immediately he awoke. “Trowa? Did that just... did I just? Uhm...” Quatre stopped, and Trowa kissed him. Fly, fly, fly high against the sky, so high I almost touch the sky. Thank you, thank you, Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings. “Oh, I guess I did then.” Quatre murmured, as Trowa broke away. Trowa laughed at his confused expression and nodded. “I guess you did.” |