A Holiday Fic
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Category:
Gundam Wing/AC › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
561
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Holiday Fic
Title: A Holiday Fic
Author: Aislira
Pairings: 4x?/?x4 (yaoi)
Rating: PG-13 (on the safe side)
Warnings/Spoilers: Humor, citrus, yaoi, very light angst, no spoilerat Iat I\'m aware of...could be classified as an AU or TWT, because I haven\'t seen all of \'Endless Waltz,\' and don\'t know what exactly happens to them afterwards.
Summary: (^_~ Cheaters! Um, Quatre takes a vacation deep in the forest-y mountains and gets a surprise visitor)
Archived: http://www.angelfire.com/magic/libertyville...if anyone else would like it, please take it, I don\'t mind...just give me a holler to let me know...
E-mail: aislira@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: Yeah, like I own Gundam Wing...if I did I would hire a team of yaoi writers and...well, Gundam Wing would be a LOT different.
Aislira\'s Notes: I was in a really good mood when I started this, the snow was falling, and everything was so quiet...then this plot bunny ran up and bit me. Ruined the mood, but gave me the idea... Please forgive my butchering of the Japanese language, but I couldn\'t help myself... Oh, and sumimasen for the triteness and overused plot, but I figure it\'s a good jumping point for my first posted fic... Ah, and if anyone wants me to continue this...and I already have ideas for the continuation, please drop me a note... Happy holidays, minna! ^__^
/denotes thoughts/
-denotes Japanese words-
A Holiday Fic
Quatre sat back and sipped at his tea, smiling into the calm air. There was such a peace about this time of year. It seemed as if the whole world had stilled and crystallized into this one moment. The snow was falling gently, covering the forests in the back of his hunting cabin in a blanket of powder. In the fireplace a fire crackled and popped, spreading warmth and the scent of cedar through the room. Quatre sat on a wooden framed couch, quilt wrapped firmly around his shoulders, basking in the quiet peace. A peace hard earned and well won. Now he was reaping the benefits of his and the other pilots\' fighting. He worked at a company he loved, volunteered at the Preventors when he could, and generally enjoyed life.
His brow furrowed, \"So why is it I\'m not happy? The war\'s over. I have everything I could ever ask for. I should be delirious with joy.\"
/Because you don\'t have everything you want. You don\'t have...him./
\"What do you know? He\'s happy. He has Duo. Why would he want me? Duo\'s fun, smart, and beautiful. I\'m single-minded, tend to ignore everything else when I\'m working, which is almost always, and a run-of-the-mill blonde.\"
/You\'re also giving, a genius in business matters, kind, and, pardon me for saying so, a tiger in bed. And who said you\'re run-of-the-mill. Your beauty is different, but no less for its difference./
\"Who are you? You\'re certainly not MY mind. My mind would never disagree with me.\"
/Yes I am. And I\'m disagreeing with you because you\'re wrong./
\"Look it doesn\'t matter. He\'s with Duo, and I\'m not going to discuss this with you further. I\'m already sure I\'m having a breakdown due to work, and now I have to deal with this. I\'m going to bed.\"
Quatre stood up with the intent to do that, when a timid knock sounded at the door. His brow furrowed in confusion, Quatre looked out the peephole to see who could be coming to call at the late hour. His jaw dropped open as he saw the man of his dreams, clutching shoulders that were bare to the biting wind.
Quatre threw open the door, and ushered the nearly en ben boy inside. He forestalled any words, and silently threw a blanket over the slightly shivering shoulders. He nearly forced the frigid boy into a chair near the fire and said as he moved into the small kitchen, \"Which do you prefer, hot chocolate, cider, or tea? I\'m sorry I don\'t have any coffee. Don\'t drink the stuff.\"
\"Tea is fine...thank you, Quatre.\"
\"Of course, of course. You just sit there and warm up. Did you walk all the way here?\"
\"Iie. I got a ride part of the way.\" The cozy sounds coming from the kitchen relaxed the other boy enough so that when Quatre came back out with two mugs, he had nodded off.
Quatre smiled and placed the two mugs down on the coffee table. /Well,/ his mind supplied, /just goes to prove how much he\'s loosened up since the war ended./
\"Thanks to Duo,\" Quatre whispered. Taking another blanket off the back of the couch, he tucked it around the wiry shoulders, and repressed the urge to kise sme smooth cheek, \"-Oyasumi nasai, wagakokoro.-(1)\"
He padded silently into his bedroom and stripped to his skin quickly, not wanting to be in the slightly chilly air any longer than he had to be. He shut off the light and snuggled under the multitude of quilts with a sigh. Seconds after he shut his eyes he was asleep; dreams of the boy in the other room plaguing his dreams.
The next morning Quatre woke slower than normal, an odd feeling of peace keeping in in the half state between waking and dreaming. He felt strong arms wrapped around him and warm breath against his throat. He murmured happily and pulled the warm body closer to him. The scent of clean hair crept up to tickle at his nose, and he gladly buried his nose deeper into the silken strands. Then the oddness of it all snuck up, and his eyes snapped open, staring in wonder at the strong boy in his arms. It seemed the other boy was still sleeping, his breathing even, and his eyes closed, fluttering gently with whatever dream held him.
Cautiously one of Quatre\'s hands crept up to brush soft locks of hair from the sharp, angular face. Loath as he was to waken the other, he knew he needed to. He needed answers, like why the other was here and not with Duo?
As if in answer to his thoughts, the boy\'s eyes opened, and once again Quatre was caught in the mesmerizing spell that was the boy\'s eyes. Pink lips turned up in a gentle smile, and Quatre\'s nwas was breathed out.
Quatre had seen that smile only rarely, and never aimedectlectly at him. Now with the full force turned on him his heart ached with longing, and he found it difficult to breathe. He tried to speak, but a slender finger was touched on his lips, and the other boy spoke, \"I don\'t know why, Quatre. Duo...I think he knew. He told me I needed to come here. He said he loved me, and always would, but he couldn\'t give me what I needed. Can you, -waga koushou hoshi?-(2)\"
Quatre closed his eyes and breathed a silent prayer of thanks to Allah and Duo. He re-opened them and stared deeply into the piercing eyes, \"I don\'t know, but I would spend the rest of my life trying.\"
\"Good,\" was all the Perfect Soldier said before claiming Quatre\'s lips in the first kiss of many.
(1) -Oyasumi nasai, wagakokoro- means \'Goodnight, my heart.\' I\'m not sure if I\'m using it right, but I thought it was a sweet sentiment...
(2) -waga koushou hoshi- means literally \'my shining star.\'
Author: Aislira
Pairings: 4x?/?x4 (yaoi)
Rating: PG-13 (on the safe side)
Warnings/Spoilers: Humor, citrus, yaoi, very light angst, no spoilerat Iat I\'m aware of...could be classified as an AU or TWT, because I haven\'t seen all of \'Endless Waltz,\' and don\'t know what exactly happens to them afterwards.
Summary: (^_~ Cheaters! Um, Quatre takes a vacation deep in the forest-y mountains and gets a surprise visitor)
Archived: http://www.angelfire.com/magic/libertyville...if anyone else would like it, please take it, I don\'t mind...just give me a holler to let me know...
E-mail: aislira@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: Yeah, like I own Gundam Wing...if I did I would hire a team of yaoi writers and...well, Gundam Wing would be a LOT different.
Aislira\'s Notes: I was in a really good mood when I started this, the snow was falling, and everything was so quiet...then this plot bunny ran up and bit me. Ruined the mood, but gave me the idea... Please forgive my butchering of the Japanese language, but I couldn\'t help myself... Oh, and sumimasen for the triteness and overused plot, but I figure it\'s a good jumping point for my first posted fic... Ah, and if anyone wants me to continue this...and I already have ideas for the continuation, please drop me a note... Happy holidays, minna! ^__^
/denotes thoughts/
-denotes Japanese words-
A Holiday Fic
Quatre sat back and sipped at his tea, smiling into the calm air. There was such a peace about this time of year. It seemed as if the whole world had stilled and crystallized into this one moment. The snow was falling gently, covering the forests in the back of his hunting cabin in a blanket of powder. In the fireplace a fire crackled and popped, spreading warmth and the scent of cedar through the room. Quatre sat on a wooden framed couch, quilt wrapped firmly around his shoulders, basking in the quiet peace. A peace hard earned and well won. Now he was reaping the benefits of his and the other pilots\' fighting. He worked at a company he loved, volunteered at the Preventors when he could, and generally enjoyed life.
His brow furrowed, \"So why is it I\'m not happy? The war\'s over. I have everything I could ever ask for. I should be delirious with joy.\"
/Because you don\'t have everything you want. You don\'t have...him./
\"What do you know? He\'s happy. He has Duo. Why would he want me? Duo\'s fun, smart, and beautiful. I\'m single-minded, tend to ignore everything else when I\'m working, which is almost always, and a run-of-the-mill blonde.\"
/You\'re also giving, a genius in business matters, kind, and, pardon me for saying so, a tiger in bed. And who said you\'re run-of-the-mill. Your beauty is different, but no less for its difference./
\"Who are you? You\'re certainly not MY mind. My mind would never disagree with me.\"
/Yes I am. And I\'m disagreeing with you because you\'re wrong./
\"Look it doesn\'t matter. He\'s with Duo, and I\'m not going to discuss this with you further. I\'m already sure I\'m having a breakdown due to work, and now I have to deal with this. I\'m going to bed.\"
Quatre stood up with the intent to do that, when a timid knock sounded at the door. His brow furrowed in confusion, Quatre looked out the peephole to see who could be coming to call at the late hour. His jaw dropped open as he saw the man of his dreams, clutching shoulders that were bare to the biting wind.
Quatre threw open the door, and ushered the nearly en ben boy inside. He forestalled any words, and silently threw a blanket over the slightly shivering shoulders. He nearly forced the frigid boy into a chair near the fire and said as he moved into the small kitchen, \"Which do you prefer, hot chocolate, cider, or tea? I\'m sorry I don\'t have any coffee. Don\'t drink the stuff.\"
\"Tea is fine...thank you, Quatre.\"
\"Of course, of course. You just sit there and warm up. Did you walk all the way here?\"
\"Iie. I got a ride part of the way.\" The cozy sounds coming from the kitchen relaxed the other boy enough so that when Quatre came back out with two mugs, he had nodded off.
Quatre smiled and placed the two mugs down on the coffee table. /Well,/ his mind supplied, /just goes to prove how much he\'s loosened up since the war ended./
\"Thanks to Duo,\" Quatre whispered. Taking another blanket off the back of the couch, he tucked it around the wiry shoulders, and repressed the urge to kise sme smooth cheek, \"-Oyasumi nasai, wagakokoro.-(1)\"
He padded silently into his bedroom and stripped to his skin quickly, not wanting to be in the slightly chilly air any longer than he had to be. He shut off the light and snuggled under the multitude of quilts with a sigh. Seconds after he shut his eyes he was asleep; dreams of the boy in the other room plaguing his dreams.
The next morning Quatre woke slower than normal, an odd feeling of peace keeping in in the half state between waking and dreaming. He felt strong arms wrapped around him and warm breath against his throat. He murmured happily and pulled the warm body closer to him. The scent of clean hair crept up to tickle at his nose, and he gladly buried his nose deeper into the silken strands. Then the oddness of it all snuck up, and his eyes snapped open, staring in wonder at the strong boy in his arms. It seemed the other boy was still sleeping, his breathing even, and his eyes closed, fluttering gently with whatever dream held him.
Cautiously one of Quatre\'s hands crept up to brush soft locks of hair from the sharp, angular face. Loath as he was to waken the other, he knew he needed to. He needed answers, like why the other was here and not with Duo?
As if in answer to his thoughts, the boy\'s eyes opened, and once again Quatre was caught in the mesmerizing spell that was the boy\'s eyes. Pink lips turned up in a gentle smile, and Quatre\'s nwas was breathed out.
Quatre had seen that smile only rarely, and never aimedectlectly at him. Now with the full force turned on him his heart ached with longing, and he found it difficult to breathe. He tried to speak, but a slender finger was touched on his lips, and the other boy spoke, \"I don\'t know why, Quatre. Duo...I think he knew. He told me I needed to come here. He said he loved me, and always would, but he couldn\'t give me what I needed. Can you, -waga koushou hoshi?-(2)\"
Quatre closed his eyes and breathed a silent prayer of thanks to Allah and Duo. He re-opened them and stared deeply into the piercing eyes, \"I don\'t know, but I would spend the rest of my life trying.\"
\"Good,\" was all the Perfect Soldier said before claiming Quatre\'s lips in the first kiss of many.
(1) -Oyasumi nasai, wagakokoro- means \'Goodnight, my heart.\' I\'m not sure if I\'m using it right, but I thought it was a sweet sentiment...
(2) -waga koushou hoshi- means literally \'my shining star.\'