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| Saviors | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Part 9 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Warning: Shounen ai, Nasty language, Major AU, some violence and knowing me lots of fluff. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Description: In a land of great poverty a group of young warriors must become saviors despite the obstacles they must overcome on their journey. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ~~~~~ | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wind beat against the side of the building, causing the shutters to fly open with a loud bang. With a sigh Trowa stepped out of his warm bed and onto a cold floor. He grabbed the shutters and pulled them in, getting himself soaked in the process. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "It's too early for this, he mumbled as he towelled himself off and pulled out fresh clothes. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| If it weren't for the storm clouds you'd be able to see the sun as it began to rise. Quatre and the others had been there for almost a week now and they had all planned a picnic. It looked like their plans had been drastically altered. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| With a sigh he climbed from his loft. When Relena had run away and tried to join the circus, her cousin hadn't been far behind. When the two had discovered his rather uncommon talent to communicate with animals they had brought him home with them. Catherine had been sad to see him go, but had thought it better to let her little brother live in a palace than at a travelling circus. Up until Quatre had left to become a healer the three had been inseparable. It had been a sad day when Trowa and Relena had lost their blonde friend. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| But now Quatre was back and Trowa was feeling an odd pull towards the small blonde. He didn't think he'd be able to stand it when the boy left. He'd probably pack up all his things and follow him. That was so out of character. Trowa never did anything without first considering the cons and pros. In this situation the cons greatly outweighed the pros, yet he'd still go if it meant being with Quatre. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| And that made no sense at all. He hadn't seen Quatre in almost three years. They had been twelve than and none of these feelings had shown up than. Sure, he had been sad to see him go, but wouldn't have gone with him. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trowa combed his hand through his hair and the bangs flopped back into place. He had tried everything short of cutting it to get his hair to stay out of his hair, but nothing had worked for an extended period of time. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He went about doing his chores, feeding the horses and such. Usually there were many stable hands, but this was his personal stable and he did everything in here alone. He liked his privacy. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It was relaxing, this work without a lot of thought. Most of the movement had become instinctive and the horses didn't have much to say. They were much more interested in the grain Trowa was feeding them. It was far too blustery for them to go outside and they'd rather stay where it was dry anyway. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| There was a chilly blast as the door was opened and than flung shut. Trowa looked up to find Relena standing there, honey coloured hair clinging to the sides of her face and dress plastered to her figure. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Wonderful day, isn't it?" she commented it sarcastically as she flung her cloak over the chair resting near the fire. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "If you want to look like a drowned rat," Trowa replied, emerald eyes dancing. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Is that a comment on my appearance?" Relena crossed her arms in front of her chest. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trowa shrugged mysteriously and turned back to his task. He fed the last horse as Relena made herself comfortable in the familiar surroundings. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "So how's everyone doing?" he asked her as he sat in the chair across from hers. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Duo and Heero are acting like love sick children. I just wish they'd say something to the other," Relena sighed. "It's bad enough I have to put up with all of the other court girls giggling over the available young men. Now I have to deal with two people who are in love with each other but won't do anything about it. Just during breakfast I caught Duo checking Heero out when his back was turned." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trowa laughed. "Those two really are something. So unlike one another, yet so perfect for each other." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Well, Quatre's no better. He was really looking forward to that picnic and is now sulking about. So I decided to come and get you so we can have our fun inside. Quatre has the biggest room, so I figured we could set up a blanket in there and have some lunch. That should make him happy." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trowa nodded, liking the idea. Anything to make Quatre happy. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Great!" Relena jumped to her feet, pulling back on her still wet cloak. "You might want to bring an extra change of clothes, though. So you can change into something dry while your inside." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trowa nodded and gathered himself a pair of black pants and a green top. He stuffed them under the shirt he was wearing and pulled on his cloak. Relena pulled open the door and shot outside, going as fast as she could. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The wind and rain hit him like a powerful hand trying to keep him from reaching his destination. He just hoped that the rain didn't soak through both his cloak and his shirt. He wouldn't be able to change if the clothes he held got wet. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| By the time they reached to door to the inside Trowa's hair covered one side of his face. He reached up to brush it aside and only ended up making it spike almost strait up. He sighed and left it the way it was. It would dry eventually and return to normal. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The moment they stepped into Quatre's room they were tackled by Duo. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Guys! I'm SO bored!" the boy squealed. Once Duo got to know someone he hadn't a clue what personal space meant. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Okay, okay." Relena laughed as she pulled herself up off the floor and away from Duo. Trowa meanwhile had received most of the boy?s weight and now lay sprawled beneath Duo. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Duo smiled evilly. "Ya know, if ya were my type I'd be using this position to my advantage." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trowa blush and Duo hefted himself up with a laugh. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Good thing you?re not my type, eh?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "What is your type, Duo?" Quatre teased. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Dark and handsome," Duo relied as he flung his arm around Trowa's shoulder. "Sorry buddy, but ya jus' can't have me. I'm really sorry." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "There's only one person I know of who fits that description," Relena told him slyly. "And that would be Heero." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Duo's arm fell as he blushed and began to sputter before hanging his head. "Meh...." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I knew it!" Relena shouted. "You like him! Why the hell haven't you told him?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Tell who what?" Heero asked as he stepped through the door. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Relena was about to answer when Duo covered her mouth with his hand. "Nothin'." He gave a forced laugh when Heero's eyes narrowed suspiciously. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The cobalt eyed boy stood there a moment but let the subject drop. Duo sighed with relief and turned back to Trowa. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "So Relena told you our plan I take it?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trowa nodded and wiped away a drop of water as it made it's way down the side of his face. "Is there somewhere I can change?" he asked, holding up his cloaked arms which still dripped water. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Just go through there," Quatre told him, nodding towards a door on the opposite side of the room. "Than bring your things in here and hang them near the fire." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trowa nodded and Relena left to change in her own room. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He entered a room with a huge canopy bed. The colour scheme seemed to be different shades of blue. The canopy was a rich royal blue while the comforter was a slighter shade. The walls were light blue making it look almost like he was standing outside. He remembered this room well. He Relena had pulled many sleep overs in here, pretending they were out in the wild. Fending for themselves. He chuckled as he remembered the time Quatre had pretended to be a ferocious tiger and had decided to attack the two others. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He pulled out the clothes that he had hidden under his shirt and began to strip himself. The clothes had gotten a bit damp, but nothing bad enough that he would have had to borrow from one of the others. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Deciding he was presentable Trowa gathered the wet clothes and cloak and headed back into the other room with the others. He hung his things on a rack that stood near the fireplace. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| While he was changing Quatre had found a sheet and had spread it out on the floor. Duo was busy snooping through a basket of food while Heero frowned at him. Each time Duo would try to eat one of than many delectable he would receive a small swat from Heero. Trowa found it cute and couldn?t help but smile at the two. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Relena bustled in, dressed in a pair of pants and a plain while blouse. Trowa raised in eyebrow at her choice of garments. "I thought you were banned from dressing like that since you were caught sparing with some of the squires?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Who's going to telling anyone?" Relena shot back. "Just because I'm not supposed to do something, doesn't mean I'm not going to do it." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trowa rolled his eyes. "Just remember that it's you who's going to get in trouble if you get caught, and not me this time." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I'll never borrow your clothes again, I promise." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Good." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| They sat down to enjoy their lunch, Duo polishing off almost half of what was layed out. Afterward, the boy lay flat on his back eyes closed and hand behind his back as he hummed drowsily. "That was one hell of a lunch." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I wouldn't really know," Relena told him dryly. "Considering you ate most of it." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| One eye was cracked open, showing a glimpse of glittering violet. "I'm a growing boy." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Relena snorted inelegantly. "For a growing boy you sure aren't very tall." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Leave the height outa this," the braided boy returned good-naturedly. "I'm jus' a little vertically challenged." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "If your vertically challenged, so's Quat." The blonde looked up from the book he had been flipping through and glared at his cousin. "He's at least two inches shorter than you are." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Quatre "humph"-ed and went back to his book. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trowa smiled at the boy. "What are you reading?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The blonde looked up and blushed slightly. "Oh, just a fantasy novel. Nothing that interesting." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Ah...." Trowa stood and made his way over so that he could read over the side of Quatre's chair. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| /...With a mighty roar the knight charged the beast, dodging fiery gusts and huge talons. All he could think of as the blade sliced through the scales of the dragon was the fair maiden that lay hidden on the other side of this beast./ | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He chuckled. "A bit too unrealistic for me. The whole handsome night and swooning princess is a little stereotypical and out of date." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The blondes blush deepened. "The last time I updated my library was when I was ten. My tastes have drastically changed since than." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| On a whim, Trowa bent down and dropped a small kiss on Quatre's blonde head. "If you say so, little one." He enjoyed the way Quatre's face burned brightly, as the healer looked at him uncertainly. "You are very cute when you blush, you know that?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Trowa?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Trowa turned serious. "I don't think I'm going to be able to let you leave without me now. I've missed you since you last left, and I doubt I could stay here now that you've come back for this visit." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Quatre smiled at him and swung his arms around the taller boy?s neck. "I'd be glad to have you with us." He blushed again. "I was beginning to contemplate staying here so that I wouldn't have to leave you here." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| TBC..... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ~~~~~ | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Shade: I just finished the last chapter this morning and now here I am with the next. That's what I get for sitting here with nothing to do.... Anyway, we'll be leaving the palace behind next. Sorry to those who want to keep Relena on the team. She hasta stay. Next comes Woofie! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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