| Disclaimer: I do not own any gundam stuff in any way shape or form, I also don’t own the lyrics to the Song “Got me Wrong” That belongs to Alice in Chains GOT ME WRONG Yeh, it goes away All of this and more of nothing in my life Trowa sat in the middle of the empty big-top, watching the light fade through the seams in the cloth. Life seemed so empty without any battles to be fought, without anyone who needed him. Without the company of his friends. Yes, he had to admit it, friends. All of the gundam pilots. Heero with his cool practicality, Wufei with all of his internal anger, Duo with his happy-go lucky attitude, and Quatre.. oh god.. Quatre…. Trowa buried his hands and wept like a child. No color clay Individuality not safe At least here in the circus, he fit in. No one noticed him among all the other performers.. no one noticed the emptiness inside, the hollow stares. All they cared about was how good a show he could make. How big of a draw he was to the crowd. How much money he brought in. Not if he was even human anymore. As of now I bet you got me wrong So unsure you run from something strong Trowa looked at the stack of paper on the folding table. There were five. Five letters that he’d never opened. Five letters from one source. All with the name Quatre Winner spelled out in beautiful penmanship on the front. Five letters all screaming at him.. wanting to be opened, wanting to pour their contents into his lonely heart. Trowa looked at them like they contained his lost soul, and he wasn’t sure he wanted it back. I can't let go Threadbare tapestry unwinding slow Quatre looked down at the paper in his hands, biting his lip. Why wouldn’t Trowa answer him? Had he shown too much? Had he scared him off? Was Trowa even still alive? Once again trying not to pour his heart onto the page, Quatre wrote, unable to stop the tears that fell to smudge the ink. Feel a tortured brain Show your belly like you want me to . “Damn it Trowa, you’re not getting away from me! I don’t care if I have to beg..” Quatre cried, throwing necessities into a suitcase. “I’m going to find you.. I swear it… I swear..” Clutching a battered circus flyer to his chest, Quatre ran out to the waiting car. As of now I bet you got me wrong So unsure you run from something strong Numbly finishing his performance, Trowa looked out into the crowd. It was a night like every other night. All filled with emptiness and a growing stack of paper he was finding it harder and harder to ignore. Suddenly Trowa felt as though he was being watched. He knew he had the whole crowd watching him, but he looked around anyway, to find his eyes met by a horribly thin boy with light blond hair. The intensity of the boy’s gaze nearly knocked Trowa off the ladder. “Quatre.. oh gods.. I’m hallucinating.” Trowa said closing his eyes. “That can’t be Quatre.” Opening them, he looked up to once again meet that intense gaze, and the anguished, tear streaked face. I haven't felt like this in so long Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love Quatre stared at Trowa and he knew that Trowa saw him. Oh god, he didn’t want to see me, he never wrote back because he didn’t want to. Why did I even come here? Quatre turned and forced his way through the crowded tent. I should have just left him alone. Quatre thought in anguish, dashing tears from his eyes and muttering apologies to anyone he ran into. That don't last forever Something's gotta turn out right Trowa ran through the crowds outside. Quatre…. He had to find him. He had to tell him he was sorry for not reading his letters. He needed to take away the tears he knew were over him. He had to find him, tell him he couldn’t live anymore without him. Tell him that he loved him and that he had been afraid of him, afraid of what Quatre made him feel inside. You sugar taste Sweetness doesn't often touch my face Quatre leaned against a tar-smeared pole and cried like he never had before. Oh gods, what would he do now.. with nothing but this aching emptiness inside. Suddenly a hand was on his shoulder. Looking up, he found himself face to face with.. “Trowa?” Quatre was captured by the deepest green eyes he’d ever seen, and felt Trowa’s hands come up and cup his face. “Trowa, I..” And he was cut off by a sudden, passionate kiss. Stay if you please You may not be here when I leave Trowa led Quatre back to his nearly empty tent. He’s here.. he’s really here kept running through Trowa’s mind. He sat down in the battered chair, and pulled Quatre into his lap, wrapping his arms around him tightly, not wanting to ever let go. He found himself telling Quatre of how lonely he had been, how afraid of how he felt. Gazing deep into those sapphire eyes, he felt the hole inside of him close, and drowned in the love he found there. As of now I bet you got me wrong So unsure we reach for something strong Quatre looked around the tent he could tell was Trowa’s private hell. “Trowa” He said in between smothering him with kisses. “Either you’re coming home with me or I’m joining the circus.” A single tear fell from Trowa’s face as he looked at Quatre in wonder. “And I Mean it!” Quatre said pulling Trowa onto the floor and making love to him like he had never been able to imagine doing. “You’re mine now” Trowa whispered. “I love you.” I haven't felt like this in so long Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love Strong, I haven't felt like this in so long Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love That don't last forever Something's gotta turn out right |