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" Something to Talk About"Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Language; Lemon; Lime; Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, or Weiss
Kruez. I'm only having a little fun here. You can try to sue me, but
all I have worth taking is my cat that's named Duo, but looks like
Trowa. Pairings: ? Rating: NC 17 Notes: Cross over with Weiss Kruez
Something to Talk About Part 1
The boxes sitting in the back of the van weren't packages to be delivered; but packages to be taken. Not recognizing the van, Trowa walked pass and headed into the apartment building. Surprise was with the Latin as he came to his front door to find it open. Curious, he stepped inside to discover more packed boxes littering the living room. Just as he started to call out to his boyfriend, Omi stepped from the bedroom; a box in his hand. Trowa stared at the blonde in confusion for a moment. The sad blue eyes fell to the carpet; not really wanting to see the pain in the other's face. "I was hoping that I could get done before you came home." Omi whispered softly. "What's going on Omi?" At that moment, Yoji walked in behind the smaller blonde; completely unaware of Trowa's presence. "Is that everything?" He stared at the fallen features a moment before looking up at Trowa. "I'll give you two some time alone. . .I'll be in the van." That said, he strolled pass Trowa and picked up a box before leaving. "You were just going to leave and not tell me?" Trowa asked once they were alone. "No. I was going to tell you. I just thought it would be easier if I didn't have to come back afterwards." "Why?" "I feel you're draining everything from me." "What? That's bull shit." "How can it be bull shit when it's how I feel?" Omi looked up with tears in his eyes. At the same time, Trowa did everything he could to remain stoic. The Latin turned from his lover, unable to look at the beautiful features without a threat of crying. "I thought that moving in together would help you realize that I wanted to become more serious with you. . .but obviously it didn't. You still continue to shut me out." "I told you that I need time to become fully open with you." "How much time do you need?. . .It's not just the full trust Trowa. It's also how you hide what you feel. Like right now. Doesn't it hurt you that I'm calling this off?" Trowa stared at the wall, trying to keep his composure. "Doesn't it?" "Yes. It does." "Then why don't you show it?" Trowa looked back at his partner. "I can't stand your emotional constipation any more Trowa. It's too tiring and too draining for me." "Omi, can't we talk about this?" "The same way we talked about everything else?. . .with me crying and doing all the talking while you just listen? I can't handle that any more." With that, he headed for the door. The ex-pilot watched in helplessness. More than anything, he wanted to stop the blonde from leaving. . .but he didn't. "I'll get the rest tomorrow." Omi announced before closing the door behind him.
"Hello?" "He's leaving me." Trowa's voice was cracked as if he had been crying. Heero sat up straight in bed and glanced over at the clock. It was 3:13 in the morning. "What? Why?" "He says he's tired of my emotional constipation." Heero couldn't help but laugh out loud at the reason, causing Aya to stir and look up at the Japanese man in curiosity. "Who is it?" Aya asked softly so not to interrupt the conversation. Heero silently told him Trowa, and the red haired man laid back down to return to sleep. "Heero, it's not funny. I'm damn serious." "I'm sorry. It's not funny. . .but the ideal of you calling me at three in the morning to tell me that you're emotionally constipated is." Even Trowa snickered at the recap. "He's really leaving. He's already got all of his shit boxed up. Ken and Yoji were helping him." Fully awake, Heero realized just how upset Trowa really was. "Trowa, relax." "I don't want him to leave. . .I don't know what to do Heero." "Come on over, and we'll talk."
"I should go." Trowa stated and stood, hoping that his tears weren't visible to anyone. Something in Aya's stance told him that now was an inopportune time to be there. Heero walked his friend to the door. "If you need me, just call." He encouraged before the Latin took his leave. "What was he doing here?" Aya barked when the door shut. "And why the hell were you fondling him like that?" "It wasn't fondling, he needed comfort. Omi left him last night." The red haired man didn't seem too surprised at the statement. "And I'm guessing you already knew about this?" "That was just a little too much comfort if you ask me. . .especially for someone who goes through boyfriends as quickly as he does." "This time was different. He cared a lot about Omi." "Did he? Or did he like the ideal of having a live-in sex toy?" Heero narrowed his eyes at Aya. Though they had been carrying a healthy relationship for the pass four months, the subject of Trowa usually brought about a argument. "If he cared so much, then why didn't he show it to Omi in other ways than fucking his brains out?" Heero crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his boyfriend. "He explained to Omi, before they even started seeing each other, that it was going to take time. I guess Omi just got impatient." "He sure didn't waste time doing other things with him." "Don't fuck with me Aya; it's too early, and I have to be at work in an hour." Not in a mood for arguing, Heero headed toward the bathroom to shower. The taller man followed behind, with only one question on his mind. "Just how friendly are you with Trowa?" Heero stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. His blue eyes burned deeply into the purple ones. "Are you accusing me?" "The two of you sure don't act like just friends." ~ * ~ Chapter
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