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"Day Three: Christmas Cards 3/?"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 Three: Christmas Cards 3/?" Part Three The seasons began to turn from ‘miserably cold’ to just ‘cold’ and the snow began to melt into slush cold wetness that was ever worse than snow. Quatre was even more miserable at school now than when he first got there. When February came and his special teacher began to talk about Valentine’s Day, Quatre realized what a terrible mistake he had made at Christmas time. No wonder he hadn’t heard from Trowa at all... who’d want to talk to someone as stupid as him, anyway? He didn’t want to give out Valentines at all, but, the teacher made them all make these obnoxious little boxes for them, and all the kids brought one... He didn’t want to give any out, but his sister had gone out of her way to buy him this class set of valentine’s with kitty cats on them and Quatre kind of liked them. So, he gave out the class set just to fit in. But it didn’t feel right. Even though he was getting markedly better at English, he was still out of the class nearly all day and he hardly knew the names of everyone in his class, let alone want to give them valentines. He did want to give his special teacher a valentine, and that one he made himself specifically for her. The only other person whom he might have wanted to give a valentine too was gone and he didn’t know where. Quatre didn’t have the guts to ask anyone what ‘social services’ were because then he’d have to tell them about Trowa, and well... he knew Trowa wouldn’t want that. So, he just gave out what he had to and wished –not for the first time- that he was back home in Arabia.
With the Monday morning mail, there was a letter addressed
to Quatre Winner in the box. Quatre looked at the back but there was no return address just... “It’s supposed to be funny” was scrawled across the back of it, then a little smiley face. What the heck? Quatre ripped the top open and pulled out... A Christmas card. It was the standard kind of store-bought card with a reindeer on the front pulling Santa’s sleigh. But, inside the sleigh, someone had used bright red and pink markers to colour over the presents and draw big hearts, and they drew the reindeer with a cupid’s bow in his... er... hooves. There was no question of WHO would send him such a thing... Quatre’s heart began to speed, and he frantically looked at the back of the envelope again just in case he had missed Trowa’s address, but no... it wasn’t there. He opened it and saw that it said “Quatre” and then the ‘holidays’ part was crossed out so that inside it proclaimed: “Happy Valentine’s Day” and it was signed with the flowing script that said, unmistakably, that Quatre was right and it was from “Trowa” On the other side of the inside, though, there was a long letter to him all in Trowa’s handwriting. It was going to be hard to read, and in the car he could barely make out a few words, but, he was determined to understand it! He held the card tightly all day, having his dictionary in one hand and a piece of paper in the other to write down the message. A few people who sat around him got curious after a little while, and they would peek over towards him and look to see, but Quatre hid the card, worried that the teacher would take it away from him. She was mean like that. She threw out notes that were being passed around in class, and he didn’t dare let Trowa’s card out of his sight. He had to ask his special teacher to help, but, he refused to let her see the whole card. That was for him and him alone, but finally, after working on it all day, he understood it all. ~~~~ Dear Quatre, I hope you’re doing good in school and not letting anyone push you around and shit. Remember, stand up to people, and if they get in your face about it, then punch them. Use a closed fist and keep your thumb out of the way, ‘cause it hurts like bitch if you slam it wrong. You should practice on stuff, since I won’t be there to look out for you. I’m moving again. I’ve been to two foster homes so far and they’re alright people, I guess, but I’d rather be home. Social services are being dicks about the whole thing, though. They’re gonna ship me across the state lines tomorrow to some cousin that wants to take me in. I didn’t even know I had any cousins. I think this is going to be a pain the ass, really. Hope you like the Valentine/Christmas card. I thought it was cute. I liked the card you made me for Christmas. I still got it. ~Trowa P.S. When I get to this cousin’s place, if I’m going to stay long enough, I’ll send you another Christmas card. Just for you. I bought a whole box of them from my Christmas money and I’ve got a bunch ready to send to you. ~~~~ Quatre couldn’t help it... With that prospect, it was hard to want to move now. If he did, there was no way that Trowa could write to him. He supposed, as long as he was getting cards and stuff from his friend, that maybe America wasn’t so bad. He just hoped that Trowa didn’t get bored of sending
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