Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ G-men ❯ Fate ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Arigatomina 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Updated On: 12.08.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 919 | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Updated On: 12.08.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 919 | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Category: AU, Yaoi, Gundam Wing fusion with the X-men series
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x6/6x5
Warnings: none in this part, very short
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
G-men
Part 4: Fate
Smiling slightly, Quatre placed a mug of tea in front of the quiet boy. Then he took the seat across the table from him, and took a sip of tea before smiling again. "You know, Trowa, you never did explain what you were doing near that cave. While I am incredibly grateful," Quatre smiled, "that you showed up, I can't help wondering how you happened to be there."
Looking down into his cup, Trowa took a drink. //What do I say? Well, you see I've been following you for a year now? No. I can't say that.// Trowa sighed. "I was flying by when I noticed all of you. Maybe it was fate." Trowa looked up, hiding a wince as he met Quatre's trusting expression. //It's not really a lie. Why do I feel as if I've betrayed him?//
Quatre smiled. "Do you believe in fate? I'd hate to believe that mutants have suffered because it was predetermined, but if fate is responsible for your timely arrival then I might change my mind."
Trowa blinked, taken back for a moment. "Yes. I do believe in fate."
Silence filled the room as the two sat drinking their tea, sneaking glances at each other. Finally, Quatre set down his empty cup and stared at the tall boy until he looked up. Their eyes met and Quatre felt something. Some sort of current seemed to run though him, stopping when he blinked. He didn't even remember that he was staring until Trowa raised an eyebrow.
"Oh." Quatre blushed abruptly, "I didn't mean to stare. I was wondering if you had any...hobbies? Anything you like to do? When you're not fighting of course."
//I love what you love.// Trowa's eyes flickered with a strange light. "I love music," he said finally. "I like to play the flute. You?" //The violin. I know.//
"Oh," Quatre's eyes lit up. "I play too. The violin is my favorite instrument, although I do play other things. Trowa! Would you like to play some music with me? I have a flute you could use." Quatre waited expectantly.
Trowa looked at him, face expressionless. Then his eyes softened slightly and he nodded. "That would be relaxing."
"I've always found music to be very relaxing," Quatre said, eyes wide. "It's nice that we have so much in common. Come on, I'll show you a room where we won't have any interruptions."
Following the shorter boy, Trowa stared at the back of his head, eyeing his pale hair. With a long-suffering but silent sigh, he forced his eyes away and looked forward at the hall they were moving down. It was a large safe-house, but he doubted it had its own music room. //Where is he taking me? Could it be...no. I know better than that.// Trowa smirked at the back of the boy's head as he opened a door to reveal a small room, no doubt a den. //And I hoped he would take me to his room. My God how low I've come.//
Quatre took two cases off a shelf and handed the one containing a flute to Trowa. "I hope this room is okay. I put them here when Heero and I moved in. I haven't had a chance to play since then, I'm really glad you're here. It's just so lonely to play by myself. Don't you think so?"
Trowa stared at him, trying not to get lost in his eyes. "Yes. Music should be shared."
Quatre smiled, his eyes lighting up. "What do you like to play? I do hope we know the same music."
Not quite meeting his gaze, Trowa named three songs in an off-handed way. His mouth twitched as he heard Quatre gasp. "Those are my favorites! This is so...Wow. It's such a coincidence! But this is great. Not many people know those songs anymore. Which one do you want to play first?"
* * *
Hearing music, Heero moved silently down the hall, pausing outside a partially opened door. //Hn. Looks like they are relaxing.// His eyes narrowed as he looked at Trowa. The tall boy's green eyes were fixated on Quatre's enraptured face. Quatre's eyes were closed, a small smile gracing his lips even as his brows were creased slightly as he concentrated on the music he was making. //This certainly complicates things. Or maybe not. Why was he at the cave, anyway? Rather than a complication...maybe this is an explanation.// With one last glance at Trowa's expression, Heero moved away from the door. //I'll ask them later. No point interrupting over something so trivial.// He frowned as he looked toward the front door before entering his room. //But it's not trivial. Not to *him*.// Heero sighed as he closed his door and took his seat in front of the computer. //And not to me either.//
* * *
TBC
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x6/6x5
Warnings: none in this part, very short
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
G-men
Part 4: Fate
Smiling slightly, Quatre placed a mug of tea in front of the quiet boy. Then he took the seat across the table from him, and took a sip of tea before smiling again. "You know, Trowa, you never did explain what you were doing near that cave. While I am incredibly grateful," Quatre smiled, "that you showed up, I can't help wondering how you happened to be there."
Looking down into his cup, Trowa took a drink. //What do I say? Well, you see I've been following you for a year now? No. I can't say that.// Trowa sighed. "I was flying by when I noticed all of you. Maybe it was fate." Trowa looked up, hiding a wince as he met Quatre's trusting expression. //It's not really a lie. Why do I feel as if I've betrayed him?//
Quatre smiled. "Do you believe in fate? I'd hate to believe that mutants have suffered because it was predetermined, but if fate is responsible for your timely arrival then I might change my mind."
Trowa blinked, taken back for a moment. "Yes. I do believe in fate."
Silence filled the room as the two sat drinking their tea, sneaking glances at each other. Finally, Quatre set down his empty cup and stared at the tall boy until he looked up. Their eyes met and Quatre felt something. Some sort of current seemed to run though him, stopping when he blinked. He didn't even remember that he was staring until Trowa raised an eyebrow.
"Oh." Quatre blushed abruptly, "I didn't mean to stare. I was wondering if you had any...hobbies? Anything you like to do? When you're not fighting of course."
//I love what you love.// Trowa's eyes flickered with a strange light. "I love music," he said finally. "I like to play the flute. You?" //The violin. I know.//
"Oh," Quatre's eyes lit up. "I play too. The violin is my favorite instrument, although I do play other things. Trowa! Would you like to play some music with me? I have a flute you could use." Quatre waited expectantly.
Trowa looked at him, face expressionless. Then his eyes softened slightly and he nodded. "That would be relaxing."
"I've always found music to be very relaxing," Quatre said, eyes wide. "It's nice that we have so much in common. Come on, I'll show you a room where we won't have any interruptions."
Following the shorter boy, Trowa stared at the back of his head, eyeing his pale hair. With a long-suffering but silent sigh, he forced his eyes away and looked forward at the hall they were moving down. It was a large safe-house, but he doubted it had its own music room. //Where is he taking me? Could it be...no. I know better than that.// Trowa smirked at the back of the boy's head as he opened a door to reveal a small room, no doubt a den. //And I hoped he would take me to his room. My God how low I've come.//
Quatre took two cases off a shelf and handed the one containing a flute to Trowa. "I hope this room is okay. I put them here when Heero and I moved in. I haven't had a chance to play since then, I'm really glad you're here. It's just so lonely to play by myself. Don't you think so?"
Trowa stared at him, trying not to get lost in his eyes. "Yes. Music should be shared."
Quatre smiled, his eyes lighting up. "What do you like to play? I do hope we know the same music."
Not quite meeting his gaze, Trowa named three songs in an off-handed way. His mouth twitched as he heard Quatre gasp. "Those are my favorites! This is so...Wow. It's such a coincidence! But this is great. Not many people know those songs anymore. Which one do you want to play first?"
* * *
Hearing music, Heero moved silently down the hall, pausing outside a partially opened door. //Hn. Looks like they are relaxing.// His eyes narrowed as he looked at Trowa. The tall boy's green eyes were fixated on Quatre's enraptured face. Quatre's eyes were closed, a small smile gracing his lips even as his brows were creased slightly as he concentrated on the music he was making. //This certainly complicates things. Or maybe not. Why was he at the cave, anyway? Rather than a complication...maybe this is an explanation.// With one last glance at Trowa's expression, Heero moved away from the door. //I'll ask them later. No point interrupting over something so trivial.// He frowned as he looked toward the front door before entering his room. //But it's not trivial. Not to *him*.// Heero sighed as he closed his door and took his seat in front of the computer. //And not to me either.//
* * *
TBC