Keeping My Hands Busy
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
39
Views:
5,541
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Ready when you are
Lol, so...my trial version of word is over....but my mom has the full version on her computer. I can't figure out how to get it onto my computer though...so if I have any grammer problems please don't get mad.
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Trowa took all of two seconds to recall his training and broke into the house in record time. He had to make sure his little one was ok...even if he ended up with a bullet between his eyes, he'd know Quatre was alright. Stopping outside of the blonde's bedroom door, Trowa took a deep breath, trying to push away the images his mind conjured of blood covering the walls. Quatre was fine, he had to be. Trowa didn't allow himself to dwell on the possibilities any longer and pushed the door open.
The blonde shot straight up in his bed and had a gun in his hands by the time Trowa took two steps in the room. Good, his little one was fine. He looked like he had been crying into the pillow and the slight sniff told Trowa he had been. As Trowa's brain finally let go of the adrenaline, he noticed that his little one slept with clothes on...lots of clothes on. Full cotton pants and a long sleeved shirt. The more that Trowa thought about it the more he realized he had never seen more than Quatre's hands, except for the time he had been shirtless.
"Get out." Quatre ordered as he set the gun under his pillow.
"Do you really want me to?" Trowa could tell how exhausted the blonde was. Silence answered him and he was glad that the other pilots had stopped down the hall instead of interrupting them. "Quatre...I know, I didn't know what else to do...I was desperate to get you back to how you were before this happened."
"Don't treat me differently becau-"
"You are different from how I remember you. It's something that happened to you, something you have to learn to live with. All of us are willing and wanting to help you when you're ready. I shouldn't of pushed you, and I'm not going to again. I'm sorry." Trowa took a breath and waited.
"All of you? How did you manage to talk Duo and Heero into helping you like...that?" Trowa questioned him with his eyes. What was he talking about? Quatre finally felt everything catch up to him when he realized that everyone was closing in on him.
Quatre was so tired, he was tired of everything and keeping out his friends was one thing that drained him. He didn't have any energy left in him to tell the uni-banged boy to get out. He didn't have any energy left to fight them, and they would help him. They said they would help him, he just wasn't sure how, but he was almost at the edge of his sanity, he had to do something.
Trowa was sitting on the edge of his bed with his arms open by the time the first tear slipped down his little ones face. Quatre leaned forward and didn't hesitate to ball his eyes out. Trowa held him in silence, he was actually glad to see his little one do something so normal. It seemed to take forever for his little one to stop, but Trowa stayed quiet. Even when the others stepped into the doorway to see what had happened. He knew each of them were smiling, even if he couldn't turn to see them.
"We're ready when you are little one. For tonight, I want you to get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow-" Trowa had started pulling away but Quatre's grip on his shirt didn't loosen.
"No, please." Quatre hadn't stopped crying, but he still pleaded.
"What do you want little one?"
"Stay with me." Trowa's shock was written on his face. "On the-the couch tonight. I-I can't...don't leave me." Trowa smiled at that.
"Wufei will stay here with you, I'm going to run back to the house with Heero and Duo and grab my clothes." Receiving a soft nod, Trowa got up and left with the other two.
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Trowa took all of two seconds to recall his training and broke into the house in record time. He had to make sure his little one was ok...even if he ended up with a bullet between his eyes, he'd know Quatre was alright. Stopping outside of the blonde's bedroom door, Trowa took a deep breath, trying to push away the images his mind conjured of blood covering the walls. Quatre was fine, he had to be. Trowa didn't allow himself to dwell on the possibilities any longer and pushed the door open.
The blonde shot straight up in his bed and had a gun in his hands by the time Trowa took two steps in the room. Good, his little one was fine. He looked like he had been crying into the pillow and the slight sniff told Trowa he had been. As Trowa's brain finally let go of the adrenaline, he noticed that his little one slept with clothes on...lots of clothes on. Full cotton pants and a long sleeved shirt. The more that Trowa thought about it the more he realized he had never seen more than Quatre's hands, except for the time he had been shirtless.
"Get out." Quatre ordered as he set the gun under his pillow.
"Do you really want me to?" Trowa could tell how exhausted the blonde was. Silence answered him and he was glad that the other pilots had stopped down the hall instead of interrupting them. "Quatre...I know, I didn't know what else to do...I was desperate to get you back to how you were before this happened."
"Don't treat me differently becau-"
"You are different from how I remember you. It's something that happened to you, something you have to learn to live with. All of us are willing and wanting to help you when you're ready. I shouldn't of pushed you, and I'm not going to again. I'm sorry." Trowa took a breath and waited.
"All of you? How did you manage to talk Duo and Heero into helping you like...that?" Trowa questioned him with his eyes. What was he talking about? Quatre finally felt everything catch up to him when he realized that everyone was closing in on him.
Quatre was so tired, he was tired of everything and keeping out his friends was one thing that drained him. He didn't have any energy left in him to tell the uni-banged boy to get out. He didn't have any energy left to fight them, and they would help him. They said they would help him, he just wasn't sure how, but he was almost at the edge of his sanity, he had to do something.
Trowa was sitting on the edge of his bed with his arms open by the time the first tear slipped down his little ones face. Quatre leaned forward and didn't hesitate to ball his eyes out. Trowa held him in silence, he was actually glad to see his little one do something so normal. It seemed to take forever for his little one to stop, but Trowa stayed quiet. Even when the others stepped into the doorway to see what had happened. He knew each of them were smiling, even if he couldn't turn to see them.
"We're ready when you are little one. For tonight, I want you to get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow-" Trowa had started pulling away but Quatre's grip on his shirt didn't loosen.
"No, please." Quatre hadn't stopped crying, but he still pleaded.
"What do you want little one?"
"Stay with me." Trowa's shock was written on his face. "On the-the couch tonight. I-I can't...don't leave me." Trowa smiled at that.
"Wufei will stay here with you, I'm going to run back to the house with Heero and Duo and grab my clothes." Receiving a soft nod, Trowa got up and left with the other two.
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