[Ficlet-GW] Farewell Song
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misanagiFarewell Song
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: R
Characters: Trowa Barton, Heero Yuy
Warnings: Death, dark
Words: 270
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ederyn
The night is cold and he closes his jacket to protect himself from the hard wind. He leans against the alley wall and waits.
It takes an hour before the door opens and Heero Yuy walks out.
Heero is surprised only for a second before he reacts and throws a punch back. Trowa is ready for him, dodges, just as a kick connects with his stomach. It lasts only seconds and he’s on the floor, Heero on top of him pinning him down.
Heero doesn’t speak as he recognizes him but doesn’t loosen his grip on Trowa’s wrists. The back of Trowa’s hands are raw, scrapped against the dirty pavement.
“We always hurt the ones we love,” Trowa says.
“I don’t love you.” Heero’s voice is cold as ice.
Trowa smirks and the last thing he sees is Heero’s fist.
* *
This time Heero reacts before Trowa can attack. Trowa’s back hits the alley wall with a loud thud.
“Fuck off, Barton.”
Trowa launches again and Heero pins him to the wall by his neck. It’s hard to breathe, much less speak so Trowa holds Heero’s gaze and the corners of his lips curve. He lets himself drown in the fiery blue gaze as he gasps for air.
* *
The third time Heero pulls out a gun.
“You shouldn’t pull that unless you intend to shoot.” The barrel of the gun is pressed against Trowa’s forehead and he leans forward, just slightly, so it digs down more.
“If I see you again I will,” Heero promises.
As blood trickles down his forehead, Trowa laughs.
* *
The last time, Heero keeps his word.
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: R
Characters: Trowa Barton, Heero Yuy
Warnings: Death, dark
Words: 270
For
ederynThe night is cold and he closes his jacket to protect himself from the hard wind. He leans against the alley wall and waits.
It takes an hour before the door opens and Heero Yuy walks out.
Heero is surprised only for a second before he reacts and throws a punch back. Trowa is ready for him, dodges, just as a kick connects with his stomach. It lasts only seconds and he’s on the floor, Heero on top of him pinning him down.
Heero doesn’t speak as he recognizes him but doesn’t loosen his grip on Trowa’s wrists. The back of Trowa’s hands are raw, scrapped against the dirty pavement.
“We always hurt the ones we love,” Trowa says.
“I don’t love you.” Heero’s voice is cold as ice.
Trowa smirks and the last thing he sees is Heero’s fist.
* *
This time Heero reacts before Trowa can attack. Trowa’s back hits the alley wall with a loud thud.
“Fuck off, Barton.”
Trowa launches again and Heero pins him to the wall by his neck. It’s hard to breathe, much less speak so Trowa holds Heero’s gaze and the corners of his lips curve. He lets himself drown in the fiery blue gaze as he gasps for air.
* *
The third time Heero pulls out a gun.
“You shouldn’t pull that unless you intend to shoot.” The barrel of the gun is pressed against Trowa’s forehead and he leans forward, just slightly, so it digs down more.
“If I see you again I will,” Heero promises.
As blood trickles down his forehead, Trowa laughs.
* *
The last time, Heero keeps his word.
