[One-Shot] Birthday
Birthday
Gundam Wing - Trowa/Quatre
1,000 words, PG, future-ish canon
Trowa and Heero make it back just in time for Quatre's birthday party.
So I've been re-obsessing myself with Gundam Wing and have been unable to shut up about it for like, two weeks 8D/ so badfic happened! (which it won't happen again because exchanges and oh god, Nano.) But anyway. T_T 3x4 is so cute, whaaaaaat. ♥♥♥♥♥ *asplode*
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Sleep was all Trowa wanted. He wanted to head to his apartment, fall into bed, and sleep until someone came looking for him. But he knew it’d be several hours before he could leave the castle without anyone tugging him back and he knew if he vanished too soon, he’d feel guilty.
Parties weren’t really his thing. Too many people (an irony since his days in the circus, with all those spotlights and crowds) and too many chances for things to go wrong. The war was over - had been for nearly a year, but it was useless to tell himself that when he had solider for so much longer. It had been ingrained in him for so long, being on the edge, watching for danger.
Parties really weren’t his thing, but this was one he knew he wouldn’t have missed for the world.
Heero was beside him, leaning casually against the wall as they watched the dance begin. The upper balcony of the ballroom was much emptier and offered a better view to oversee things. They had only landed in Sanc nearly an hour earlier. Sally had picked them up in one of the Preventers’ vans, shoving them into the backseat before thrusting two suits in their hands.
“Get dressed,” she said, with no room for question, even though neither of them had exactly slept for two days and Trowa’s shoulder was still throbbing uncomfortably from their last skirmish.
“Why?” Trowa asked, not to argue as he already knew that was futile, but still curious. Heero checked the tags before handing the appropriate suit to Trowa, the dark material of the pants draping over Trowa’s legs.
Exasperated, Sally started the van and pulled out of the base, taking a turn at a dangerous speed as she gunned the van along. “It’s Quatre’s birthday party. Duo and Relena have been planning this for months, you can’t possibly have forgotten.”
“It’s still the 16th in Argentina,” Heero pointed out as he changed, but Trowa still felt a pang of guilt. Though he and Heero had been in Argentina for nearly a month, Quatre’s birthday wasn’t exactly something that should have slipped his mind so easily.
“Duo bought your presents for you,” Sally had said, sounding amused as she sped down the highway.
They had sneaked through the back of the castle and had settled up on the balcony, as if hiding would help cover up the fact that they had been late (though it was no fault of their own.) It was nicer, away from the crowds.
The birthday party looked exactly like something Duo and Relena would throw. It was extravagant, but tastefully so, toned down to not overwhelm those in Quatre’s life who didn’t possess his enchanting personality or outgoing nature. Though there were more people than Trowa preferred, he knew this was far less than the crowd a birthday party for Quatre Rebarba Winner.
Quatre was in the thick of things, dancing and laughing, flitting from group to group, insuring guests were happy.
“I wonder what Duo bought,” Trowa said finally, eyes trained on Quatre the entire time, moving so he could lean against the railing of the balcony.
Heero joined him at the rail, his voice filled with wry amusement as he spoke, “I would hope he has more sense than to purchase a Jasmine Barbie.”
Trowa snorted, thinking back to Wufei’s seventeenth birthday, when Duo had plopped a Mulan Barbie in the boy’s lap, claiming it was a gift from Heero.
Duo had nearly become bald that night and it hadn’t been Wufei wielding the razor.
Trowa had thought he’d have more time to pick out a present for Quatre - what did one give the boy who had everything? - but that had been before Noin had dispatched him to Argentina to take care of a gang’s attempts to overthrow the local government. Now the day had come, was almost over, and Trowa still hadn’t a clue. Hopefully Duo had picked well.
On the flood below, Duo intercepted Quatre and there was a small whispered exchange before Quatre glanced up at the balcony where Trowa and Heero were. His face lit up and soon he dashed off the floor, racing up to greet the both of them, Duo at his heels.
“Guys, when did you get here?” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around Heero, who actually returned the hug while smiling warmly. “I thought you two weren’t going to make it at all,” he added, turning to Trowa and enveloping him in an equally enthusiastic hug.
“Sally brought us over,” Heero said, giving the most condensed story he could (which was none at all.)
“Nice to see she got you all prettied up too,” Duo laughed, nudging Heero playfully.
“I’m glad you both made it back safely,” Quatre said sincerely, practically glowing as he gave Trowa an extra squeeze.
Trowa flinched, unable to help himself as his shoulder flared in protest.
Quickly dropping his arms, Quatre peered at Trowa in concern. “What happened?”
“I’m fine,” Trowa said, shifting his shoulder until it felt more comfortable. “There was a mobile suit dogfight and our Leos were… subpar.”
“Why haven’t you seen a doctor?” Quatre demanded, his worry nearly tangible. Trowa couldn’t help but smile, because it wasn’t like Trowa hadn’t been through much worse. They all had.
“Well, they only landed an hour ago,” Duo pointed out, trying to be helpful.
That just agitated Quatre further. “Trowa!” he protested, “You should be resting, you didn’t have to come here. Heero too! You guys need to learn how to take care of yourselves properly.”
Heero blinked, perplexed at being dragged into this as well.
Chuckling softly, Trowa wrapped an arm around Quatre’s waist, drawing him closer in an attempt to appease him. It was his birthday, after all. And though there were too many people and parties weren’t Trowa’s thing, he couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.
Gently he pressed a kiss to Quatre’s forehead.
“Happy birthday, Quatre.”
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Gundam Wing - Trowa/Quatre
1,000 words, PG, future-ish canon
Trowa and Heero make it back just in time for Quatre's birthday party.
So I've been re-obsessing myself with Gundam Wing and have been unable to shut up about it for like, two weeks 8D/ so badfic happened! (which it won't happen again because exchanges and oh god, Nano.) But anyway. T_T 3x4 is so cute, whaaaaaat. ♥♥♥♥♥ *asplode*
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Sleep was all Trowa wanted. He wanted to head to his apartment, fall into bed, and sleep until someone came looking for him. But he knew it’d be several hours before he could leave the castle without anyone tugging him back and he knew if he vanished too soon, he’d feel guilty.
Parties weren’t really his thing. Too many people (an irony since his days in the circus, with all those spotlights and crowds) and too many chances for things to go wrong. The war was over - had been for nearly a year, but it was useless to tell himself that when he had solider for so much longer. It had been ingrained in him for so long, being on the edge, watching for danger.
Parties really weren’t his thing, but this was one he knew he wouldn’t have missed for the world.
Heero was beside him, leaning casually against the wall as they watched the dance begin. The upper balcony of the ballroom was much emptier and offered a better view to oversee things. They had only landed in Sanc nearly an hour earlier. Sally had picked them up in one of the Preventers’ vans, shoving them into the backseat before thrusting two suits in their hands.
“Get dressed,” she said, with no room for question, even though neither of them had exactly slept for two days and Trowa’s shoulder was still throbbing uncomfortably from their last skirmish.
“Why?” Trowa asked, not to argue as he already knew that was futile, but still curious. Heero checked the tags before handing the appropriate suit to Trowa, the dark material of the pants draping over Trowa’s legs.
Exasperated, Sally started the van and pulled out of the base, taking a turn at a dangerous speed as she gunned the van along. “It’s Quatre’s birthday party. Duo and Relena have been planning this for months, you can’t possibly have forgotten.”
“It’s still the 16th in Argentina,” Heero pointed out as he changed, but Trowa still felt a pang of guilt. Though he and Heero had been in Argentina for nearly a month, Quatre’s birthday wasn’t exactly something that should have slipped his mind so easily.
“Duo bought your presents for you,” Sally had said, sounding amused as she sped down the highway.
They had sneaked through the back of the castle and had settled up on the balcony, as if hiding would help cover up the fact that they had been late (though it was no fault of their own.) It was nicer, away from the crowds.
The birthday party looked exactly like something Duo and Relena would throw. It was extravagant, but tastefully so, toned down to not overwhelm those in Quatre’s life who didn’t possess his enchanting personality or outgoing nature. Though there were more people than Trowa preferred, he knew this was far less than the crowd a birthday party for Quatre Rebarba Winner.
Quatre was in the thick of things, dancing and laughing, flitting from group to group, insuring guests were happy.
“I wonder what Duo bought,” Trowa said finally, eyes trained on Quatre the entire time, moving so he could lean against the railing of the balcony.
Heero joined him at the rail, his voice filled with wry amusement as he spoke, “I would hope he has more sense than to purchase a Jasmine Barbie.”
Trowa snorted, thinking back to Wufei’s seventeenth birthday, when Duo had plopped a Mulan Barbie in the boy’s lap, claiming it was a gift from Heero.
Duo had nearly become bald that night and it hadn’t been Wufei wielding the razor.
Trowa had thought he’d have more time to pick out a present for Quatre - what did one give the boy who had everything? - but that had been before Noin had dispatched him to Argentina to take care of a gang’s attempts to overthrow the local government. Now the day had come, was almost over, and Trowa still hadn’t a clue. Hopefully Duo had picked well.
On the flood below, Duo intercepted Quatre and there was a small whispered exchange before Quatre glanced up at the balcony where Trowa and Heero were. His face lit up and soon he dashed off the floor, racing up to greet the both of them, Duo at his heels.
“Guys, when did you get here?” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around Heero, who actually returned the hug while smiling warmly. “I thought you two weren’t going to make it at all,” he added, turning to Trowa and enveloping him in an equally enthusiastic hug.
“Sally brought us over,” Heero said, giving the most condensed story he could (which was none at all.)
“Nice to see she got you all prettied up too,” Duo laughed, nudging Heero playfully.
“I’m glad you both made it back safely,” Quatre said sincerely, practically glowing as he gave Trowa an extra squeeze.
Trowa flinched, unable to help himself as his shoulder flared in protest.
Quickly dropping his arms, Quatre peered at Trowa in concern. “What happened?”
“I’m fine,” Trowa said, shifting his shoulder until it felt more comfortable. “There was a mobile suit dogfight and our Leos were… subpar.”
“Why haven’t you seen a doctor?” Quatre demanded, his worry nearly tangible. Trowa couldn’t help but smile, because it wasn’t like Trowa hadn’t been through much worse. They all had.
“Well, they only landed an hour ago,” Duo pointed out, trying to be helpful.
That just agitated Quatre further. “Trowa!” he protested, “You should be resting, you didn’t have to come here. Heero too! You guys need to learn how to take care of yourselves properly.”
Heero blinked, perplexed at being dragged into this as well.
Chuckling softly, Trowa wrapped an arm around Quatre’s waist, drawing him closer in an attempt to appease him. It was his birthday, after all. And though there were too many people and parties weren’t Trowa’s thing, he couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.
Gently he pressed a kiss to Quatre’s forehead.
“Happy birthday, Quatre.”
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