|
"25 Days of Gundam Wing"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Humor, Crack Pairings: Trowa/Quatre. Summary: Trowa wakes up to a Christmas surprise he never expected. Prompt: Letter "25 Days of Gundam Wing " Chapter 15: Letter A bright and cheerful morning greeted Trowa as he rolled over, arm extending to drape around his lover for a leisurely morning cuddle before they both had to get up. It was early still. They could squeeze in at least half an hour of snuggling until they had to go their separate ways for the day. But instead of Quatre’s warm body, there was empty space and a crinkle of paper where his hand landed. He lifted his head off the pillow with a frown and picked it up, trying to focus bleary eyes and wake his groggy mind enough to comprehend the elegantly handwritten note. Trowa, I want to apologize in advance. I wanted to tell you this morning, but you were still asleep and I didn’t want to wake you. I don’t want you to be alarmed when you go downstairs. Honestly, I can explain… He sat up with a grunt, scratching idly at his bed head. I really didn’t think anything would happen. I just…it was just like a wish I made and… “Didn’t think what would happen?” He muttered, becoming increasingly alarmed with each passing moment. “What did you do, Quatre?” I wanted to do something nice for you for Christmas. Duo suggested something. You know, as a joke… “I should have known.” I’m really sorry. I didn’t actually believe in Santa. I honestly didn’t believe he was real. “What the - Santa? Quatre, what the hell are you talking about?” But he’s real, Trowa. He’s really real. “What the fuck - The fuck did you do, Quatre?” Trowa, I made a Christmas wish and well…I didn’t think it would come true, but it did and I’m so sorry. He swung his legs out of bed and swiped his t-shirt off the back of a chair, slipping it over his head. “Fucking Duo. I’m going to kill him. Putting stupid ideas in his head as usual,” he grumbled as he headed downstairs, letter in hand. The sound of rushing water reached him first, followed by an abnormal amount of humidity. He stopped halfway down the stairs, frozen in shock. “Oh, hell no.” Where their living room should have been, instead was a large pool of water, churned by a twenty foot waterfall that flowed from towering rock covered with moss and tropical plant life. Instead of walls, palm trees were growing up out of the floor which was no longer actually a floor, but a sand bar beneath the crystal blue of the pool. Inside the pool, fish of all colors and sizes swam lazily beneath the surface of the water. He blinked, stunned, incapable of doing much else and then glanced back down at the letter, praying for a logical explanation. Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be. Well, basically we have a tropical oasis where the downstairs of our house used to be. He looked back up and gaped as a toucan glided across the former living room turned “oasis” and landed on top of a palm tree. They sized each other up for a moment, man and bird before Trowa narrowed his eyes and barked, “The fuck are you looking at?” The bird extended its neck, its head tipping to the side as it let out a loud croak. “Don’t get too comfortable,” he told it and looked back down at the letter. By the way, that’s Chester. “Of course he fucking named it.” “Croooak!” “Shut up,” he snapped at the bird. “Squawk!” So, I’m calling the insurance company from work to get this fixed, so don’t worry. “How the fuck are they going to fix this?” “Squawk!” “And how am I supposed to get out of here?” He asked the toucan. “Squeak!” I’m really sorry, Trowa. I wanted to do something nice for you for Christmas, but I didn’t think this would happen. I love you and I hope you can forgive me. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, plopping down onto the steps to roll the legs of his sleep pants up. “Croooak!” He pointed a finger at the bird as he stepped into the water. “Another word out of you and I’ll roast you on a spit for dinner.” Silence. He nodded and began wading across the pool, causing the fish to scatter in all directions. He could only hope the kitchen was spared this watery nightmare. If he didn’t get some coffee soon, heads were going to roll.
~ * ~ |
