The Challenge:
Duo can *not* say this. No one can get drunk and say this. Extra points if Trowa says it. ::Grins::
"*Heero* may be the heart of the universe, but it sure as hell revolves around *me*!"
Go for it! Heh heh heh. . .
Woke up this morning and I just knew something would go haywire today. Like waking up from the wrong side of the bed and stuff. Somehow my feeling told me that today isn't really the day to actually wake up at all. But Une is so loud if I'm late reporting for duty.
I skipped shower, get dressed and headed straight to the dining room. As I walked through the corridor I saw the clock ticked... Eight past nine! I'm late for breakfast. As I pushed open the door to the dining area I braced myself from Une's reprimand, and surely:
"Trowa! You're late! You know I don't tolerate slackness. I thought I could rely on you."
I mumbled an apology and sat beside Heero who looked up at me, and back to his cereal. I could see Une comparing us both, could see the others comparing us both. I shrugged off my uneasiness and reached out for the cereal box when my hand brushed off a bottle of milk, send it rolling across the table and down crashing to the floor.
"Trowa! What happened to you today, boy?"
I shrugged inwardly and started cleaning the larger pieces of glass and wiped the milk off. And sat down and ate my cereal. What a way to start a day.
Breakfast was entirely quiet. I like it that way. Then, one of the soldiers came in and whispered something to Lady Une that made her go half pale. She dismissed him and turned to us.
"Sorry to bother your breakfast, but you are needed in space."
"Something happened, Une?" Duo asked as he chewed his toast,
"Unknown fighter crafts who wouldn't want to identify themselves."
"So, fight we go! Look out for the Shinigami!" Duo chirped as we all file out into the hangar.
Une caught my hand and looked at me seriously, "Are you sure you're fine, Trowa? You don't look like you today."
I nodded, trying to assure her, and most importantly myself, that everything's fine.
Her brows creased a bit, "Are you sure? Heero could manage well without his partner today."
"I am fine." I said.
"Fine." she said, releasing my hand, "Just stay safe, okay. Let Heero do the assault this time round."
I walked off. Heero. I don't know what to say. Envy maybe? But he did fight well. Impeccable timing... daring, selfless, maybe. So full of honor that he'd rather self-destruct than fail a mission. Me? I don't know. I would only want to... do the best I could. Knowing I could never be like the Perfect Soldier.
Those fighters were no-nonsense pilots. They fought well and professionally. The maneuverings and the combination of assault and defense strike us as... exceptional.
Then, I could just hear the whirring sound of... my own engine. I darted my glance towards the status screen when it told me that I ran out of ammunition. For a moment, an intelligible curse flew out from my mouth as I pressed the comm. button.
"Yuy here." I could hear him answering me,
"Barton here. Ran out of ammo. Over."
"I'll cover you Trowa. Think you can manage?"
"Yes."
"Good. Yuy over and out."
I sighed. Hands on then.
I had just started back on when a slice went through my shield and sent little flames crackling on the main control board. The whole craft shuddered and lights bleeped uncontrollably.
"Trowa!"
"I'm okay Quatre."
"You sure?"
I didn't answer back, couldn't answer back actually, the comm unit exploded softly in front of me. I decided to just confront whoever's in my way now. Then, one by one, each device in my craft started to falter. No sensory, no radar, nothing. Fighting with instinct in the dark.
Brought five or six crafts down before a homing projectile landed at my hull, and sent me crushing down. The last time I saw something was Heero, taking two down and tried to reach for me.
Heero.
Woke up in a white alcohol environment, the scent of ether deep inside my nerves, trying to drag me down into sleep again.
"You're awake?" a voice like Heero's.
I could only nod weakly, as I tried to clear the blurred vision. Then I saw him, bending down at me.
"Trowa." It's not Heero.
"Lady Une?"
She sighed and shook her head, as a sound of a chair being pulled scratched by the side, and she sat beside me. "Told you if you are not fine, don't go to war. You almost lose your life, if Heero didn't catch you in time. Told you not to do assault this time round for I know you'll ran out of ammunition, but you wouldn't listen. Told you to just let Heero do it, you wouldn't listen."
I just look at her. Reprimanding me. I shouldn't have woken up this morning.
Then I heard her talk to Heero, "Good job, Heero. As usual."
Then she walked out. I think, leaving us alone.
I looked up to the buzzing neon light, until my eyes started to glaze over, and the light kind of blinded me. I am nothing compared to anyone. Mistakes always?
Heero...
Then I could feel a hand by my cheek. Only then I knew a tear escaped me.
"You okay?"
I nodded.
"Thought I'd lose you."
I looked back at him. The perfect soldier. Flawless.
"You fought well, Trowa."
I croaked a silent thanks.
"Koi, don't do that again." His voice caressed my ear, as he lifted me up to his embrace. I love him. His loving side of personality. His half smiles, for me. Suddenly a thought came rushing to me, and I smiled.
"*Heero* may be the heart of the universe, but it sure as hell revolves around *me*!"
"What was that, Trowa?" he asked. I didn't know I said it loud.
I looked up at him, "Nothing. Thanks."
"Aishiteru yo."