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"Day Two: Christmas Cards PART TWO"Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: PG 13 Warnings: AU, Pairings: 3x4 Summary: Quatre’s teacher had mentioned something
called ‘Christmas cards’ sent out to the people that you
cared about. He thought the card-giving holiday was in February, but
if the teacher said it was in December, then December it would be...
"Day Two: Christmas Cards PART TWO" Chapter two Showing up at school that day was totally nerve wracking! He sort of expected other people to be exchanging cards... but... no one else seemed to have any. The teacher gave out pieces of candy for the Christmas party and other students brought baking... but no cards. Quatre began to think he’d done something really dumb again... But, he had worked so hard on that card! And he really wanted to give it to Trowa. His special teacher had helped him address the card correctly, since that was the way it was done in America, apparently, so he put his address on the back just like she told him too, and he kept the card with him all day, hoping to see Trowa. He didn’t, though... Not all morning, Not at morning recess, and at lunch recess Quatre got a glimpse of Trowa being led to the principal’s office by his teacher. Uh oh... Afternoon recess, Quatre tried to slide into the grade 7 room when no one was watching, but the teacher was there with Trowa, looking worriedly at him. Quatre could tell why... Trowa looked bad today. He had a bruise on his cheek that he hadn’t been able to hide very well and a split lip. Trowa looked bitter and upset, and he kept glaring at his teacher in betrayal. What on earth had happened? Quatre didn’t want to go in then... He moved to get out before anyone saw him, but Trowa’s eyes flicked over to see him peeking in just before Quatre could get away. Trowa took a quick breath in, flushing a little as he glared... ashamed? Then he looked away quickly and ignored him all together. That hurt. Trowa had to be angry at him to look away like that! Like he didn’t want to talk to him at all! That was terrible! Quatre felt like crying, but instead he pushed away from the door and walked outside. He passed his teacher in the hallway with a principal. They were whispering something about ‘child services coming’ and he didn’t pay any mind to that until he heard them say “Trowa is being sent to another school.” Quatre’s stomach turned! Trowa was being sent away?! By something called child services?! Quatre wanted to ask questions, but he knew he shouldn’t have been eavesdropping at all, and he didn’t want to get into trouble for it. He hated getting into any sort of trouble. He wanted very much to behave properly in his new country. He had ten minutes left of recess. And that was plenty of time to make a plan. ~~~~ The class lined up to come inside, and once the doors were opened, the students streamed in chaotically. They all had snow-covered boots stomping and heavy jackets catching and hats falling and footballs flying; Quatre slipped away so easy it was pathetic. Quatre slipped into the grade 7 classroom with a few of the kids masking his entrance. Trowa was still at his desk, and he still looked upset. Quatre slipped up to him and wrapped his arms around him from behind. Trowa startled badly, nearly hitting the ROOF and swinging around to see who grabbed him. Instead of finding a threat, he found Quatre with his face buried into the side of Trowa’s neck... little tears starting at the corners of his eyes. Quatre couldn’t stop the tears, though! He knew it wasn’t very manly, and his father would not be proud of him for crying, but, in the whole school Trowa was the only person his age who seemed to really like him. He couldn’t bare him leaving! “Are you leaving?” he asked quietly, worriedly, HOPING he had just misunderstood things again. But the slump of Trowa’s shoulders said otherwise. Then Trowa nodded slowly, “Looks like it... how did you know?” Quatre stifled a sniffle, but he knew he had to grow up. He was in grade 6! He wasn’t a kid anymore! He used his sleeve and dried his eyes, “I heard the teacher talking to the principal...” Trowa flushed again and looked away, fidgeting... Ashamed again? “You won’t tell anyone why, right?” Trowa asked quietly, worriedly. “I don’t know why... I didn’t understand what they were saying...” Quatre admitted, and Trowa let out a breath of relief and a little smile came to his face. Quatre was glad that he could make him smile... for whatever reason. He thought that this would be a good time to give him his present, so, Quatre pulled his big sweater (which he always wore since it was so cold) in front of him and dug in the pockets. “I made you something. I didn’t know you were going, though...” he said softly. Trowa frowned and watched him in confusion. With a grin, Quatre pulled out the dainty little card in the pretty white envelope and he handed it to Trowa, blushing now, “...I... I hope you like it... It’s a Christmas card. My teacher said you give them to people you care about, and, well... you’re the only person nice to me. I think I made it right.” Trowa looked at it, then at Quatre’s face. He obviously didn’t quite know what to do, except say a soft sort of ‘thank you...’ That was when Trowa’s teacher noticed that she had one extra student in her room, and she walked over to them to look. Immediately Trowa hid the card and gave the woman a glare that was pure hatred. Quatre turned red in embarrassment, not wanting anything to do with being mean to teachers! He wasn’t brought up to disrespect teachers! The teacher looked at Quatre, but she didn’t even need to tell him to leave. He was already bolting out of there as fast as possible. Only later did he realise that he didn’t really get to say goodbye. ~~~~~~ Over the whole Christmas break he didn't see him. Trowa's desk was moved on the first day back. And in January, there was still no word from his friend. It seemed that everyone had forgotten him. But Quatre didn't. And he hoped that Trowa didn't forget him, either.
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