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"Day 14: Christmas Cards 5/?"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...
Little did he know the kind of tradition that his first holiday mishap
would create "Day 14: Christmas Cards 5/?" The mail came to Quatre’s house on October 24th,
and in the box was the card from Trowa. Quatre retrieved the mail
on his way to school, ripping open the envelope with greedy excitement.
He didn’t really get to look at the outside of the car, because
as soon as he picked it up (Seeing a pentacle drawn on the back of
a pink looking card) out fell a folded up sheet of lined paper. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Quatre, How’s High School? You should be in grade 9 now. If they still have you in the ‘special’ class you should start shit. You aren’t stupid, and you’re not slow. Do you have some friends now? Girlfriend? My current girlfriend’s name is Jean, but she prefers to be called “Raven”. She hot, though, so I forgive her weirdness. She’s the one who drew the pentacle on the back of the card. Sorry about that. I really shouldn’t write these in school, but, I have nothing else to do while I’m here. I hate school so fucking much. They’re making me see some councillor every week because I got caught graffitiing the lockers of some of the jock-pricks. Assholes. My councillor is kinda hot at least. He’s all sensitive and crap and wants to give people hugs all the time. Kinda reminds me of you. He wants to read the letters I write you, too, since he was going through my backpack one day and found one of the cards you sent me. I get raided all the time for contraband. It’s such a pain in the ass. I don’t think I’ll let him read anything I send to you, though. I’d rather YOU hug me *waggles brows* Just kidding! My psycho-hippie cousin is going through a ‘green’ phase right now, so, she doesn’t let me turn on any lights or anything after 5, so I do any sort of writing in school, I guess. I hope my mom gets out of jail soon... Fuck. How long can a drug charge stay for, anyway? What a pain in the ass. At least my friends are cool, and we stay out a lot. Some days I don’t go home, and that’s cool. If you can come up and visit me, I’ll show you some of the places around here we found. If a few more months I’ll be 16, and then I can get a job so I can afford a car. Maybe I can come up and visit then. I miss you. Anyway, I gotta change class now, and my math teacher is a fucking asshole. He’ll take this if he sees me working on it. Write me back. ~Trowa ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quatre read the letter again, just to make sure he understood it all, and smiled sadly at it. He missed Trowa too, but mostly because he wanted Trowa away from that place. In his previous letters, Trowa always said that he could look after Quatre if he were there, but... the more he read from his friend, the more he worried that Trowa needed more looking after than Quatre did. Quatre was, in fact, no longer in the special class since his English had improved so much in the last few years, and his many sisters doted on Quatre and gave him any help that he needed. He was making friends, he was active in the Drama club, he was getting more popular even though he wasn’t really in the group of people who owned the school or anything. Quatre had an idea of the kind of person that Trowa was turning into... and it worried him. A lot. If Quatre hadn’t know the kind soul under all the black makeup that he was SURE Trowa wore, he wouldn’t have given a trouble maker like him a second glance. But since he did know who he really was, well... Quatre found himself looking forward to each holiday with a bizarre mixture of hope and worry about the contents of Trowa’s next card. This year’s card had been very nice (except for
the pentacle) because it was a very pretty Valentine’s Day card
with the main heart having a smiling jack-o-lantern face penned in.
It was cute, really. And that fact that Trowa always sent him a very
nice card gave him hope that perhaps... Perhaps Trowa’s lifestyle
was just a phase. He sure hoped so.
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