Two more drabbles
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alleyprowler:
Storms
Rating: PG
Pairing: 2+4
Warnings: TWT
Word Count: 704
Quatre's POV
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The water was falling rapidly from the sky. Big drops crashed on to the gray stones and were broken into tiny ones, finally becoming part of the puddle on the grass. The dim light of the moon reflected on the crystal drops, making them glow. The wind was blowing and the leaves on the trees were swinging from one side to another, some of them too weak to stand the constant brush of the storm, and flaying away in the unmerciful weather.
It would have been beautiful and, under any other circumstances, I would have stood and watched for hours. Earth never ceases to amaze me; every small thing is part of this web of miracles that make a planet and all of them are beautiful somehow. Sadly enough, I was too busy trying not to fall on the muddy ground, and avoiding bullets, to stop and contemplate nature.
Duo was in front of me, running quickly and holding his weapon with both hands. We were both dashing into the woods, hoping to lose the OZ soldiers. We had destroyed half their base; I could see why they would like to take reprisals against the perpetrators.
However, Duo and I were in no mood to get captured and possibly killed. The mission had taken most of the night. We were tired, sweaty, cold, wet and hungry, and we knew that we weren’t going to get to rest any time soon. When you are fighting a war the decisions are simple: keep going or die.
So we ran. I don't know for how long, but by the time we stopped I couldn't feel my legs. We couldn't hear anymore footsteps behind us, and the shooting had already stopped; we were safe, even if it was only for a while.
The rain was still falling steadily and we were forced to find shelter beneath a large tree. Duo was blue and I was shivering. We were both soaked and our wet clothes no longer provided any protection against the cold.
I leaned against the trunk of the tree and rubbed my hands together, trying to get some feeling back into them. I felt Duo holding my arm and pulling me closer to him. "Come here, Cat. If you get close to me we can both have some cover from the wind."
I nodded and let my shoulder touch his; the closeness was a little comforting but I was still shivering and my hands refused to warm. "This is going to be a long night," I said, looking at the moon. "We probably should keep moving but I'm afraid that we won't last much longer if we insist on running in the rain." I pushed my knees closer to my body. "The storm is good in a way; they won't be looking for us now. They probably think we are dead."
Duo chuckled. "Like we would give them the satisfaction."
Of course we wouldn't. We were Gundam pilots and we were not going to die, at least not yet. "I ha- hate the cold," I stuttered, as another shiver ran down my spine.
Duo put his arm around me and moved me closer to him. I let my head rest on his wet shoulder and smiled at the little warmth Duo's embrace provided. "Thanks," I whispered, and circled my arms around his waist, hopping to help him get warm too.
I noticed him shifting but it wasn't until his lips lay on mine that I understood why. It was nothing more than a gentle brush, cold lips caressing mine for a moment, before the touch disappeared.
I blinked a couple of times and looked at him; my ability to speak had been lost for a moment. Duo smiled but his eyes seemed sad. "Uh, let me guess; I crossed a line." He was using a playful tone but I wasn't easily fooled; he was hurt.
I licked my lips before I smiled back at him. This time the kiss lasted longer, and in that moment the cold, the night, and even the war were forgotten. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling, and knowing that when I opened them again, the storm would be waiting for us.
___
Forikomiko:
Silver Linings
Rating: PG
Pairing: 1+3
Word Count: 665
Quatre's POV
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Heero was distracted. It wasn't something that anyone could notice but I'd known the guy for a few years and there are little signs that let me know when there is something troubling him. I took a sip of my coffee and watched the show quietly from my table.
Trowa soon walked in. We were at the Preventers common room and since it was early in the morning, the place was filled with agents. I waved at him and gave him a bright smile. He nodded in return and walked over to the coffee machine, where Heero was trying to sort out some papers. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from chuckling when I noticed the little awkward smile that appeared on Heero's face.
You might not understand because this could seem like normal human interaction, but let me tell you that for these guys, this is far from normal. I've known them both for more than three years; we'd fought a couple of wars together and learned to live in peacetime after that. The five of us – them, me, Duo and Wufei – are more like family than teammates or friends. We are in each other's business, we share everything and we fight like dogs when we get angry with one another.
But I digress; the point is that Heero and Trowa are never awkward. When Trowa got shot in the butt, it was Heero who took out the bullet and neither of them even blushed. I, on the other hand, was known as Mr. Tomato for more than a week. They could at least have come up with something more creative.
I choked on my coffee when I heard Trowa laugh, and had to cough a couple of times before I could breathe properly again. Some people were looking at me but luckily Heero and Trowa were too busy with each other to notice. Now don't get me wrong, Trowa does laugh and he does it a lot but not when he is surrounded by so many people. He is a private person and there are things that he doesn't like to share with people that he doesn't trust. So you see why this might come as a shock to me? However, it's good news; it means that even though there is that newly formed awkwardness, Trowa feels comfortable enough around Heero to forget about the rest of the world. This is definitely progress.
I pride myself in knowing my friends better than anyone else and while it is something I like, it can be frustrating as hell. What are you supposed to do when you notice that two of your best friends are falling in love, but that they are too blind to see it? For the last three months I have been dropping hints, making them go out together, having long talks about feelings, and I even took them to see a romantic movie so that they would get the hint. And what did I achieve? Nothing. They simply glared at me for three days for making them lose two hours of their lives.
However, since the last couple of weeks things had been a bit different. Trowa's motorcycle, his pride and joy, was stolen. He tried to find it but the thief had been really careful and the bike had seemingly vanished. I reminded Trowa of the old saying, "In every cloud, there is a silver lining." Then I left a motorcycle catalogue on Heero's desk, and hoped for the best.
Heero bought the parts and built Trowa a new motorcycle; it was ready by Trowa's birthday last week. Since then, they have been slowly exploring the idea of something more than friendship between them. I've been watching from the sidelines, hoping that I don't have to interfere again.
After all, I do value my life and, if only they knew that Trowa's bike is hidden in the basement of my house, I wouldn't have long to live.
_____
Up next Arcada's and Haraamis drabbles. Yay, I'm almost done!
For
alleyprowler:Storms
Rating: PG
Pairing: 2+4
Warnings: TWT
Word Count: 704
Quatre's POV
_____
The water was falling rapidly from the sky. Big drops crashed on to the gray stones and were broken into tiny ones, finally becoming part of the puddle on the grass. The dim light of the moon reflected on the crystal drops, making them glow. The wind was blowing and the leaves on the trees were swinging from one side to another, some of them too weak to stand the constant brush of the storm, and flaying away in the unmerciful weather.
It would have been beautiful and, under any other circumstances, I would have stood and watched for hours. Earth never ceases to amaze me; every small thing is part of this web of miracles that make a planet and all of them are beautiful somehow. Sadly enough, I was too busy trying not to fall on the muddy ground, and avoiding bullets, to stop and contemplate nature.
Duo was in front of me, running quickly and holding his weapon with both hands. We were both dashing into the woods, hoping to lose the OZ soldiers. We had destroyed half their base; I could see why they would like to take reprisals against the perpetrators.
However, Duo and I were in no mood to get captured and possibly killed. The mission had taken most of the night. We were tired, sweaty, cold, wet and hungry, and we knew that we weren’t going to get to rest any time soon. When you are fighting a war the decisions are simple: keep going or die.
So we ran. I don't know for how long, but by the time we stopped I couldn't feel my legs. We couldn't hear anymore footsteps behind us, and the shooting had already stopped; we were safe, even if it was only for a while.
The rain was still falling steadily and we were forced to find shelter beneath a large tree. Duo was blue and I was shivering. We were both soaked and our wet clothes no longer provided any protection against the cold.
I leaned against the trunk of the tree and rubbed my hands together, trying to get some feeling back into them. I felt Duo holding my arm and pulling me closer to him. "Come here, Cat. If you get close to me we can both have some cover from the wind."
I nodded and let my shoulder touch his; the closeness was a little comforting but I was still shivering and my hands refused to warm. "This is going to be a long night," I said, looking at the moon. "We probably should keep moving but I'm afraid that we won't last much longer if we insist on running in the rain." I pushed my knees closer to my body. "The storm is good in a way; they won't be looking for us now. They probably think we are dead."
Duo chuckled. "Like we would give them the satisfaction."
Of course we wouldn't. We were Gundam pilots and we were not going to die, at least not yet. "I ha- hate the cold," I stuttered, as another shiver ran down my spine.
Duo put his arm around me and moved me closer to him. I let my head rest on his wet shoulder and smiled at the little warmth Duo's embrace provided. "Thanks," I whispered, and circled my arms around his waist, hopping to help him get warm too.
I noticed him shifting but it wasn't until his lips lay on mine that I understood why. It was nothing more than a gentle brush, cold lips caressing mine for a moment, before the touch disappeared.
I blinked a couple of times and looked at him; my ability to speak had been lost for a moment. Duo smiled but his eyes seemed sad. "Uh, let me guess; I crossed a line." He was using a playful tone but I wasn't easily fooled; he was hurt.
I licked my lips before I smiled back at him. This time the kiss lasted longer, and in that moment the cold, the night, and even the war were forgotten. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling, and knowing that when I opened them again, the storm would be waiting for us.
___
For
ikomiko:Silver Linings
Rating: PG
Pairing: 1+3
Word Count: 665
Quatre's POV
______
Heero was distracted. It wasn't something that anyone could notice but I'd known the guy for a few years and there are little signs that let me know when there is something troubling him. I took a sip of my coffee and watched the show quietly from my table.
Trowa soon walked in. We were at the Preventers common room and since it was early in the morning, the place was filled with agents. I waved at him and gave him a bright smile. He nodded in return and walked over to the coffee machine, where Heero was trying to sort out some papers. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from chuckling when I noticed the little awkward smile that appeared on Heero's face.
You might not understand because this could seem like normal human interaction, but let me tell you that for these guys, this is far from normal. I've known them both for more than three years; we'd fought a couple of wars together and learned to live in peacetime after that. The five of us – them, me, Duo and Wufei – are more like family than teammates or friends. We are in each other's business, we share everything and we fight like dogs when we get angry with one another.
But I digress; the point is that Heero and Trowa are never awkward. When Trowa got shot in the butt, it was Heero who took out the bullet and neither of them even blushed. I, on the other hand, was known as Mr. Tomato for more than a week. They could at least have come up with something more creative.
I choked on my coffee when I heard Trowa laugh, and had to cough a couple of times before I could breathe properly again. Some people were looking at me but luckily Heero and Trowa were too busy with each other to notice. Now don't get me wrong, Trowa does laugh and he does it a lot but not when he is surrounded by so many people. He is a private person and there are things that he doesn't like to share with people that he doesn't trust. So you see why this might come as a shock to me? However, it's good news; it means that even though there is that newly formed awkwardness, Trowa feels comfortable enough around Heero to forget about the rest of the world. This is definitely progress.
I pride myself in knowing my friends better than anyone else and while it is something I like, it can be frustrating as hell. What are you supposed to do when you notice that two of your best friends are falling in love, but that they are too blind to see it? For the last three months I have been dropping hints, making them go out together, having long talks about feelings, and I even took them to see a romantic movie so that they would get the hint. And what did I achieve? Nothing. They simply glared at me for three days for making them lose two hours of their lives.
However, since the last couple of weeks things had been a bit different. Trowa's motorcycle, his pride and joy, was stolen. He tried to find it but the thief had been really careful and the bike had seemingly vanished. I reminded Trowa of the old saying, "In every cloud, there is a silver lining." Then I left a motorcycle catalogue on Heero's desk, and hoped for the best.
Heero bought the parts and built Trowa a new motorcycle; it was ready by Trowa's birthday last week. Since then, they have been slowly exploring the idea of something more than friendship between them. I've been watching from the sidelines, hoping that I don't have to interfere again.
After all, I do value my life and, if only they knew that Trowa's bike is hidden in the basement of my house, I wouldn't have long to live.
_____
Up next Arcada's and Haraamis drabbles. Yay, I'm almost done!
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Date: 2004-07-12 11:22 pm (UTC)I really liked this line - short, abrupt and to the point. And the last line of the second story cracked me up - it was _hilarious_. *laugh* I can so picture Quatre doing that too. :)
Fabulous, Misanagi - these were really wonderful.
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Date: 2004-07-13 11:28 am (UTC)And what can I say... Quatre wanted to play matchmaker, so who am I to stop him?
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Date: 2004-07-13 04:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-13 11:30 am (UTC)I'm glad that you liked it. It was for you. And Quatre is a naughty boy... maybe he need to be punished. *ponders*
Man, did it suddenly got hot in here or something?
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Date: 2004-07-13 04:46 am (UTC)The 2x4 is sweet. Very nice descriptions, too. I love those not-sappy "lets forget the war for a couple of minutes" things. And 2x4 and 2x3 are the only yaoi pairings with Duo in it that I still like. everything else turns me off at the moment...-_-"
And the other one...*laughs* what a match maker...XD
I really like the idea of writing the 1x3 from Quatre's point of view. you don't see that every day.
*grin* good job!
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Date: 2004-07-13 11:35 am (UTC)I'm glad I could write a yaoi pairing for Duo that you liked. And I was hopping it wasn't too sappy.
Well I like 1x3. I think it works very well and I thought that this drabble was the perfect opportunity to explore the couple from an outsider's POV. And of course, Quatre was the first choice.
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Date: 2004-07-13 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-13 11:37 am (UTC)I'm glad that you liked them. They were fun to write.
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Date: 2004-07-13 10:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-13 11:39 am (UTC)I'm being fangirled? (Is that even a word?)
*blinks*
*is speechless*
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Date: 2004-07-13 12:21 pm (UTC)*loves drabbles*
*loves the Colombian minion*
*bounces off*
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Date: 2004-07-13 09:09 pm (UTC)I'm gland that you liked the drabbles.
And I love you too, Hex!