Title: Last Breath
Author: Atarashii (kitsune_atarashii@hotmail.com)
Rating: G; (Slight Angst?), Tragic
Pairing: None

Disclaimer: Gundamwing Characters aren't mine. Period.

Warning: None needed; oh wait, someone dies

Rambling: I needed to get this out of my system. A one-shot fic, and it turns out to be a tragic one. Hope you enjoy it, although I'm still trying to figure it out some. -_-; Again, all grammatical and spelling mistakes are mine, and I apologise beforehand. Proceed...


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Last Breath (One-Shot)

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The man trudged wearily along the street, head bowed and hands stuffed into his coat's ratted pocket. Every now and then he would glance up, looking to make sure he was headed in the right direction.

Whichever direction he might be heading. At this point, he didn't care. His thoughts drifted over to the one thing which he'd lost so many years ago. The one thing which had made his seemingly pointless life worth living.

An angel; his angel.

That day when his love had died, his heart had gone with him, leaving him an uncaring man, determined to find his partner again. Quatre had, after all, promised him with his dying breath that he would find him again; and that once more they would be together.

Stopping and leaning against a wall, the man coughed, a shaking hand reaching up to brush aside the fall of dark hair which fell over one of his emerald eyes. The other dimmed as he stared blankly at the building across from the one he was standing.

It wouldn't be long now.

Another cough, and he slowly slid to the ground, ignoring the cold and pain that wracked through his body. As the light in his eye dulled, then disappeared completely, he whispered a word.

A name:

"Quatre."

Slumping completely to the ground and exhaling his last breath, Trowa Barton smiled.


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*scratches head, reading over fic* Alright...that was weird. That's all I have to say about *that* fic.