Characters: Quatre R. Winner, Trowa Barton
When: After Quatre returns to the Gundam Safehouse
Where: Gundam Safehouse
Rating: PG
Summary: Trowa has some words for Quatre upon his return to their home...
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As the music dies, something in your eyes, calls to mind a silver screen and all its sad goodbyes. )
Quatre hadn't come to his room so he must of been nervous, and he damn well should be. Trowa was pissed, after all he promised Quatre and all he did for him to come home he went off and did....he did something stupid like that, even if it was for Heero's sake.
After hearing the blond go downstairs, Trowa got off his bed and sighed, cascading down the staircase and moving to stand in the doorway of the kitchen.
"Quatre..." The brunette spoke softly, almost emotionless as he starred at the smaller pilot sternly.
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"Hello Trowa..." Quatre said quietly, "It's good to see you..." Was Trowa going to take back everything that he said earlier? God he was scared...
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"Just....Just what the hell were you thinking..." The brunette speaking to himself under his breath as he bowed his head, slowly moving forward, keeping his gaze down before he slowly made his way to stand directly in front of Quatre. That is when it happened, Trowa's hand came up swiftly and smacked the boy across his left cheek, flicking his hair back to reveal both his eyes as he looked at the male furiously.
"How could you be so stupid?!?"
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Trowa had slapped him. The normally tightly controlled pilot had just...
He balled his hands into fists as he looked down at the ground, trying to hide the red mark forming on his cheek and the tears that where threatening to fall.
"I had to protect Heero! That vampire would have killed him Trowa! I would do the same for you and Duo. I would give my life to protect any one of you..." he whispered, voice choking over his unshed tears.
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At Quatre's statement back, Trowa's eyes widened before he gasped a little, bowing his head depressingly before he stepped forward, moving to wrap his arms about the smaller boy's torso, holding him tightly against his larger form.
"Don't you, ever, ever do anything like that without consulting me first. I worked to hard to get you back Quatre, I won't lose you so quickly."
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"I don't need to consult you when I want to do something!" He snapped turning away. Quatre suddenly didn't know how to handle this. Them. Trowa. Moving his hands, he tangled them into his hair.
For once, he didn't know how to properly tackle this situation. It... He just didn't know and no amount of analyzing and strategy would make him ready Quatre decided.
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"Quatre, how do you expect me to idly sit by when I know you are being physically harmed? Do you know how I felt? You say I should try to live with your emotions, well I'm starting to understand some of them, and I don't want to see you get hurt."
Probably one of the longest speeches he has ever made, the brunette moved a hand to wipe the tears from the blond's face.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to strike you."
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"I'm going to get hurt Trowa. It's apart of life. As much as you believe it, I'm not as innocent as I seem. I've terrible things, just like you have. I've taken countless hundreds of innocent lives. I've nearly killed you, I've threatened Heero." He said slowly, body trembling with each word.
"I know you think I'm innocent and need to be protected from the world. But, in case you've forgotten..." Quatre pulled a gun from it's place at the small of his back and brought it up, pointing it at Trowa and flipping the safety off. "I can handle a gun just as well as you can."
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Giving off a sigh, Trowa nodded his head lightly, looking back up at Quatre with a sympathetic look. "You're right, Quatre. It's just...."
He pauses, thinking over his thoughts clearly before he speaks.
"It's just that I've always looked out for you and cared for your well being, even if I did so in a different way before now, I realize I can't always be there for you. But please...let me be here for you when you need me."
And with that Trowa moved a hand to graze over the top of the hand which had the gun pointed directly at him.
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"Now I wonder... Why? Why do you want to be there for me? When I've done so many things?" Quatre didn't look at Trowa, just stared at his gun, crying freely.
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"I'm a nameless soldier, Quatre. I've killed more people than you can imagine. I have seen horrible and done horrible things as well. None of the Gundam pilots are innocent."
With that he moved to wrap his arms about Quatre, strategically placing an arm under his legs and the other on his back before with one fell swoop the boy was cradled in his arms and Trowa was smiling down at him.
"So how about some tea to make us feel less tense, sound good, Quatre?"
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He was picking up his gun to put it on safety and then away when Trowa picked him up. Quatre squeaked at that, rather surprised that 03 had picked him up. He smiled up at Trowa.
"Tea sounds good." The blonde said. Leaning up, he kissed Trowa's cheek.
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"Anything in particular?"
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"I believe we have tiramisu blend. I'd like that please."
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While the kettle boiled Trowa moved to sit down across from Quatre at the table.
"This seems...like something normal people would do.
It's strange to think about it. I...often find myself wondering what will happen next in our world. Perhaps you could fill me in, Quatre? The last thing I remember was first going back out into space."
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The blonde then began to talk, telling Trowa what happened between the time he was from and the time Quatre was from.
[ooc: Sorry, too lazy to summarize right now...]
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