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"Persistence"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: I own Gundam Wing, a dragon (which
resides in my back yard) and possess the ability to fly at will. Pairings: 3x4 Spoilers: For episodes 3-10 Warnings: Romance, heavy lime, angst, sappy moments,
language, violence. I start out very much following the series, but
it doesn’t last long and will slide into a TWT. Some OOC (I gave
Trowa an actual personality, based on my interpretation of his character
in the series. It conflicts with the fanon view, which is why I’m
putting up the warning.) Rating: R Archived: Gundam Wing Diaries Betas: Velvet and Caitilin /thought/ *emphasized* <<vid or comm>>
"Persistence " Chapter 10 Love is the right place
He meandered aimlessly, completely oblivious to where his feet carried him. The town wasn’t really that big, in comparison to the other cities he had been in, but it was large enough to have a ghetto section and it was that he accidentally wandered into. He hadn’t even noticed, until that first cat call caught his attention. “Slow down now, sugar, and come closer. You look like you need some company.” Trowa ignored it and kept walking, quietly kicking himself. He had a bad habit of walking aimlessly when he was thinking, but usually he didn’t do something this stupid. Going into an area like this with cash in his pockets, no back up, and only a Colt in the back of his jeans was a bad idea. /This will be the perfect ending to a rotten day if I get mugged and wind up in a gutter somewhere./ He turned at the next corner and started heading in what he hoped was toward the heart of town. /I hope…I hope Quatre isn’t that angry with me. I don’t want everything to dissolve simply because of us. We were just beginning to form a team. I don’t want to destroy that. Maybe if I give him some time, we can…/ What? Go back to being just friends? Somehow, that didn’t seem possible. /He said he loved me./ Trowa had no idea what to think of that. No one had ever said they loved him before. Duo had said that loving somebody meant unconditional trust, and support, and caring. Was that really all there was to it? He cared about Quatre a great deal. He trusted him completely. He just wasn’t sure if Quatre was the only person he would want for the rest of his life. Surely that was a part of being in love with someone, to not want anyone else. There was a sharp whistle in the air. “Well, girls, what *have* we here?” Trowa looked up sharply. This time, he wished he really
could kick himself. He wandered smack dab into the middle of the prostitution
section of town! And that was after he had caught himself wandering
aimlessly the first time! /If I get knifed here, or Ruby was one of the many prostitutes on the street,
but she was a bit different from the rest. One, she actually had chosen
to go into this profession simply because she enjoyed it. Two, she
was of a very high class. She didn’t have to work the streets,
and He was, however, apparently very lost in thought. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that something was bothering him. But he had chosen a poor part of town to wander around in. Some latent nurturing instinct prompted her to move forward and catch his attention. “I wouldn’t continue down this street, hon. There’s some mighty nasty characters further on that you don’t want to tangle with.” He stopped and finally raised his head, revealing dark emerald eyes. Ruby absolutely adored his eyes. “…hn. Thanks.” “If you don’t mind my saying so, are you sure you don’t want some company? I won’t even charge you full price.” Trowa considered her through narrowed eyes. She was stunningly beautiful, with thick red hair falling down her back and golden brown eyes. Three months ago, he would have taken her up on the offer. But now…well, red hair wasn’t blond and brown eyes weren’t blue. “No, thanks.” Ruby’s head cocked. “There’s only one reason why a man would turn me down, and that’s if he’s got somebody waiting for him at home. She must be something, sweetheart.” What was he thinking? He wasn’t with Quatre anymore. He could have sex with anyone that he wanted. /But…I don’t want her. I want Quatre./ “You look a little confused, sweetie.” Ruby smiled slightly. “Are they the reason you’re wandering around here?” He had the strangest urge to talk to her. Why was it easier to talk to someone he didn’t even know? “…yes.” “Had a fight?” “No. I…” Trowa blew out a breath, looking down at the street. “I just don’t know what to do. Everyone keeps giving me conflicting advice.” “Hon, the only person you should be listening to is that sweet little girl that’s got you tied around her little finger. Everybody else…well, what do they know? It’s what’s between you and her, that’s what matters.” Trowa blinked at the simplicity of that. Was that really all that should matter? “But…they care too.” “So? Doesn’t mean they know everything. Does she love you?” “He. And yes.” Ruby processed this with a raised eyebrow. “It’s obvious you love him. Don’t know of many people that would fret themselves into this kind of situation if they didn’t. If you’re sure of how they feel, then why are you out here talking to a whore?” Why was he? “I have no idea.” “Then scram, handsome, before I just give in to lust and curiosity and ravish you.” Ruby gave an elaborate sigh. “It sure is tempting.” Trowa kept walking, but his steps slowed as he did so. /Quatre loves me. I want to stay with him. If Quatre loves me…then Cathy is wrong. Everything she said is wrong./ Maybe it was he who had the screwed up ideas. He kept thinking that he should have this sudden epiphany that he loved Quatre, but maybe that was wrong. Duo had described it as something he did more than what he felt. /I care for Quatre more than anything, and I want to be with him. That…that’s what love is. I shouldn’t let what anyone else says distract me from what Quatre says. She’s right, it’s what Quatre and I feel that is the most important./ Turning, he walked back to her, pulling out a hundred dollar bill from his pocket as he did so. Ruby watched in surprise as he folded a hundred into her hand. “What’s this for, hon?” “For straightening me out.” Trowa flashed a brilliant smile. “Thanks.” The force of that smile hit Ruby right in the chest. He’d been handsome while brooding, but he was stunningly gorgeous when he smiled. As he faded from sight, she sagged. “Oh, now I really wish I had gotten a taste of him in bed!” + It was not in Quatre’s nature to just sit still when something was wrong. He went directly to the circus, hoping that Trowa had retreated there. It was barely eight at night, and he hoped to avoid most of the people still up at this time of night. They were probably under the big top for the main performance anyway. After a bit of fumbling around, he found Catherine’s trailer again and knocked on it with a bit more force than necessary. To his surprise, the door opened immediately. “Is Trowa here?” Catherine was done up for the show, and was obviously not planning on staying long in her trailer. She shook her head slowly. “No. He’s not here.” Quatre sagged. This had been the only place he could think of. “Do you know where he could have gone?” “Quatre—” Catherine licked her lips a little nervously. “It’s best if you just let things lie. He won’t go back to you.” He froze, staring up at her. How did she know about this? Unless… “What did you say to him?” “That hardly matters—” Quatre went up the steps until he was standing right in her face. “What. Did. You. Say. To. Him.” She backed up a pace, nervous. When she’d first seen this boy, he’d come off as polite and charming. ‘Dangerous’ hadn’t been a part of the description. “I…I told him that if he were really your friend, he wouldn’t be using you.” “Using me.” It was exactly what Trowa had said to him, a half an hour before. Quatre slammed his open palm against the side of the trailer, the sharp sound echoing in the immediate area and making Cathy flinch. “Dammit! Why can’t everyone just keep their nose out of our business?! He wasn’t using me, Catherine. I know damn well what I am doing, and you have no right to interfere!” “It’s wrong, Quatre,” Catherine snapped back. “It isn’t! I love him, and I know he cares for me. It’s enough.” “Stop deluding yourself! That kind of a relationship can’t survive.” Quatre snarled at her, starting to shake. “It took me a month to get him to admit that I was his friend. It took a month and a half before he would admit to other people that I was his partner. It took two before he was comfortable with people knowing that we were lovers. I almost had him to the point where he could figure out that he truly does love me, and you screw it up!” “If he truly loved you, then why was he so willing to walk away?” “Because he’d rather break his own heart than hurt me.” He ran a hand roughly through his hair. “I’m going to go look for him. If he comes here, call me. My number is in his communicator. And if you don’t call me, Catherine, I swear you’ll regret it.” In that moment, Catherine believed him. “…okay.” + Quatre came back to the ship exhausted. He’d looked everywhere in the city, but no luck. Even going back to the trailer hadn’t yielded any results, except make Catherine worry as well. Apparently Trowa had given her every indication that he intended to return that night and stay with her. /Trowa…where are you?/ He looked up enough to avoid crashing into the ocean, heading for a gangplank. There was someone in front of him, also heading for the ship. It took a second to see by the ship lights and full moon to recognize who it was. “T-Trowa!” The figure spun about quickly. Quatre closed the remaining distance at a run, but stopped himself just a foot away. Throwing himself into the other’s arms might be a bad move. He searched the lean face for an answer of why he was even there. “Where,” he whispered hoarsely, “have you been?” “I…I’ve been walking.” Trowa hesitantly reached out, fingertips brushing against a pale cheek. He relaxed a little when Quatre lifted a hand and placed it over his, keeping it in place. “I usually walk when I need to think.” “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” “I hope not quite *everywhere*,” Trowa grimaced. “There are some seedier parts of town that I really don’t want you in.” “That’s where you were,” Quatre said flatly. “I can smell cheap perfume on you.” “I got lost in the prostitution section of all
places. It…turned out to be a good thing. One of the girls there
gave me some good advice.” He swallowed hard. /This would be
a lot easier if I hadn’t messed everything up so badly./ “She
said…that I shouldn’t Quatre could clearly read what his lover was feeling. Anxiety, hope, desperation…and something that was covered by the other emotions, something that went much deeper. He hoped he was guessing correctly o that last emotion, but he needed for Trowa to say it before he could feel it. He stepped in closer, one hand lightly grazing the front of Trowa’s chest, a silent encouragement to go on. “She’s right.” Trowa licked his lips nervously, unable to look away from turbulent blue eyes. “You said you love me.” “I do love you.” “I haven’t messed that up?” Quatre blinked rapidly to fight off tears. There was such desperate hope in his lover’s face. “No, love, you haven’t.” “Good. I…I only realized now that I love you too Sorry.” He dredged up a wan smile. “I told you I’m not any good with emotions.” Quatre threw both arms around him and held him tightly. “That’s just because you don’t have a lot of practice with them.” Trowa returned the tight hold, burying his face into soft hair. Quatre shifted so that he could kiss him and this time, Trowa didn’t feel a shred of guilt in returning that kiss. There was only him, and the person in his arms, and an understanding between them that it was enough. They were enough. *beep-beep* They drew back slowly, lingering over a parting kiss, and then another before separating completely. Trowa drew out his communicator and flipped it open, eyes never leaving his lover’s face. “03.” <<Trowa?>> He blinked, then tilted his head to consider the communicator. “Cathy? How did you get this number?” “I gave it to her,” Quatre murmured. <<…you’re with him?>> “Yes.” <<Are you coming home?>> Trowa shook his head, smiling slightly. “I am home.” ~*~*~*~ OWARI Honor: Okay, before you guys go anywhere! There is a
sequel to this. A 2x5 actually On to Sequel: All Through The Night |
