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| Attached is a copy of 3, the love of 4, a story written by Ami Kay. Please note that she does not in anyway own the characters, or other related words from gundam wing - although she seriously wishes she did, cause then she'd have some money to spend for once. Sarindra, thank you for putting my story on your site - ^.~ I'm glad you wanted it -Ami "I'll get rid of those who are evil in a fair fight!" - Chang Wufei -- GIF89a 3, the Love of 4 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Story by: Sienna (Amy B.) Theme/Subject: Gundam Wing Warnings: yaoi Pairings: 3x4 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I stared at him for some time before I realised who the boy in standing in front of me was. It took longer still to believe that the blue haired boy, wearing some of my old cloths and red lipstick that looked oddly like Relena's, wasn�t actually an impostor. "Is something wrong with you guys?" he asked us all. Myself, Duo, Heero, and Wufei were sitting at the table in the kitchen eating a late breakfast. I took it apon myself to explain to my lover why we were staring at him, "Trowa....your hair ... is...blue....and where did you find those clothes?" I thought I had hidden them well enough so that even I would never have to set eyes on them again, "....and...Trowa...you're wearing lipstick..." He looked down at what he was wearing, an ugly green and purple sweater my sister had given me ages ago, that was too small on him; and my least favourite pair of pants, that were purple, and only went down to my ankles. He gaped. He pulled down some of his hair in front of his eyes. His eyes widened at the bright blue strands. He ran a finger across his lips, and stared at the redness that appeared on its tip. He made some sort of choking noise, and ran from the room. "He! That was funny, ne?" claimed Duo with a laugh, and a broad smirk on his face. "Not for him it wasn�t Duo," I responded, defending my lovers pride. "What happened to him any ways?" asked Wufei, looking at me, "Did the drinking effect him that much?" I shrugged, "Last thing I remember last night is supporting each other back to our room after we finished the game...but even that is rather fuzzy" Duo grinned, "Well, we were all drunk, that�s a fact! But even I remember what I did after we finished the drinking game, you remember...don't ya Heero?" he said, looking over at Heero. "Hn.." he responded, but nodded slightly. I got up, "I'm going to go find him, " I said, rather worried about Trowa. Last night had been rough. The 5 of us had been playing a drinking game, with hard liquor. Obviously, whatever had happened, it had really effected Trowa in a bad way. I headed off towards the room I shared with Trowa, thinking over the nights happenings. Trowa didn't usually get that badly drunk, it was usually me who got the worst of it... I tapped lightly on the partly open door to our room, "Trowa? You in there?" I asked. No response. I went in, and heard the rush of water from the bathroom. The sweater and the trousers were laying on the ground just outside the door to our private bathroom. He was obviously trying to get the blue dye out of his hair. I hoped for his sake that it would come out alright; but to tell the truth, I had thought it looked rather cute. I sat down on the bed at wait for him, I wanted to make sure he was okay. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 20 minutes An hour. An hour and a half. At two hours, the water was still running, that couldn't be good. I got up and knocked on the bathroom door, "Trowa, are you okay?!" I said loudly. No response. I tried the handle, it was unlocked, so I went in. Water was on the floor, and I almost slipped as I came in. The shower stall was open, and Trowa stood there, his head bent over, scrubbing furiously at his hair. The water running hot, and soap bubbles up to his knees. I watched as he rinsed it out, my heart beating faster than usual at the sight of his naked body. His hair wasn�t all blue anymore, there were only a few streaks of it left. But he reached for the shampoo bottle, and turned it over above his hand. Nothing. He had used it all up. He suddenly let out a slight yelp, and I jumped. He scrambled out of the shower stall, turning off the water as he went. He had used up the hot water also. He stopped when he saw me standing there, "Quatre? What are you doing in here?" he asked, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself, his cheeks turning red. "I....I was getting worried, you've been in here for over 2 hours" I said, diverting my eyes, feeling my heart beat a bit faster. "Worried?...Oh...well....I'm fine...except for my damn hair.." he cursed. I looked up. "Sorry...language" "It's okay...the language, and the hair actually..." replied softly, looking away again, and biting my knuckle. "You think so?" he asked, as he dried his now blue-brown hair with a towel. "Yea, it's.....it looks...no....it's actually a bit of a turn on....if you ask me..." I said slowly, my heart beating even faster. He had started to put his hair gel in, but stopped when I said this, and looked at me, "Turn on?" I looked at him again, my cheeks flaring red, and nodded, "Yea" He was smiling, "Well...if that�s the case..." He walked over to me and ran a wet finger along my shoulder, and up my neck. "Trowa?" I asked, a bit nervous. "Shh..." he put a finger over my lips and kissed me, when he pulled away he looked at me for a long time, "You really were worried, weren't you?" he asked finally. I nodded, "Of course Trowa, I love you, why wouldn't I be worried?" I returned. He shrugged, "Maybe you were just in this relationship for the sex..?" I laughed, and gave his wet warm body a hug, "I really do love you Trowa, and I promise, I always will..." He leaned down and kissed me, and looked at me tenderly when he pulled away, "And I you Quatre, and I you..." An hour. An hour and a half. At two hours, the water was still running, that couldn't be good. I got up and knocked on the bathroom door, "Trowa, are you okay?!" I said loudly. No response. I tried the handle, it was unlocked, so I went in. Water was on the floor, and I almost slipped as I came in. The shower stall was open, and Trowa stood there, his head bent over, scrubbing furiously at his hair. The water running hot, and soap bubbles up to his knees. I watched as he rinsed it out, my heart beating faster than usual at the sight of his naked body. His hair wasn�t all blue anymore, there were only a few streaks of it left. But he reached for the shampoo bottle, and turned it over above his hand. Nothing. He had used it all up. He suddenly let out a slight yelp, and I jumped. He scrambled out of the shower stall, turning off the water as he went. He had used up the hot water also. He stopped when he saw me standing there, "Quatre? What are you doing in here?" he asked, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself, his cheeks turning red. "I....I was getting worried, you've been in here for over 2 hours" I said, diverting my eyes, feeling my heart beat a bit faster. "Worried?...Oh...well....I'm fine...except for my damn hair.." he cursed. I looked up. "Sorry...language" "It's okay...the language, and the hair actually..." replied softly, looking away again, and biting my knuckle. "You think so?" he asked, as he dried his now blue-brown hair with a towel. "Yea, it's.....it looks...no....it's actually a bit of a turn on....if you ask me..." I said slowly, my heart beating even faster. He had started to put his hair gel in, but stopped when I said this, and looked at me, "Turn on?" I looked at him again, my cheeks flaring red, and nodded, "Yea" He was smiling, "Well...if that�s the case..." He walked over to me and ran a wet finger along my shoulder, and up my neck. "Trowa?" I asked, a bit nervous. "Shh..." he put a finger over my lips and kissed me, when he pulled away he looked at me for a long time, "You really were worried, weren't you?" he asked finally. I nodded, "Of course Trowa, I love you, why wouldn't I be worried?" I returned. He shrugged, "Maybe you were just in this relationship for the sex..?" I laughed, and gave his wet warm body a hug, "I really do love you Trowa, and I promise, I always will..." He leaned down and kissed me, and looked at me tenderly when he pulled away, "And I you Quatre, and I you..." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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