30-Jul-2000
Category: Angst
Rating: PG
Pairing: 3+4
Timeline: Between Shades of Love and Partners, Not Lovers
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made or sought. Just having a bit of
fun.
NOTES: I know.. I know... I'm supposed to be working on Partners but a certain little blonde was having issues tonight. Don't blame me, blame him.
It was raining out. To add insult to injury it was dark and raining out. Duo had commandeered the television for one of his horrible movies. The ones that Heero seemed to enjoy watching with him. Trowa had slunk off somewhere with a book and Wufei was in a deep meditation.
Quatre leaned his forehead against the window glass watching the rivulets of water trace down the pane of glass. He refocused his eyes looking out where the Weeping Willows swayed gracefully in the storm's growing winds.
The feeling of claustrophobia grew.
Lightening danced across the sky as the winds picked up a little. Without any of the monitors on Quatre could hear the low rumble of thunder. This was something he loved about the Earth. It's unpredictable weather patterns. The Colonies had long ago learned how to stabilize their weather, it just didn't suit to have a stray thunderstorm renting the air in space. The wildness of the Earth's weather systems fascinated Quatre. There was an untamed aspect to it all that spoke to the desert in his soul.
Straightening, Quatre stepped down to the French doors that lead out of his study to the garden. A loud crack of thunder greeted him as he pulled one door open. The wind was stiff but not harsh, causing the sheer curtains on the door to billow back, for a moment the fabric rippled around Quatre's body, then he stepped through and out into the night.
The rain was warm as it danced across his features. The wind blew it around his body, soaking the pale shirt and jeans he wore. Quatre turned his face up towards the night sky, flinging his arms outwards, more lightening lite up the velvety darkness. With the storm clouds overhead, it was the only light that filled the night sky. Turning about in a slow circle Quatre closed his eyes to the lash of the rain, his feet slid a little on the wet manicured grass but he held his balance with a willow like grace.
Smiling he felt the thunder shake the ground beneath him as it rumbled angrily across the sky. He'd felt that shake in the past when HeavyArms or Wing came in for a close landing. Instead of feeling ashamed of the emotion, he embraced the ache in his heart for the loss of the Gundams. They were machines of war, the new Alliances had no need for such machines. Still... they had been a part of his soul since he'd laid eyes on Sandrock and felt his destiny become inexorably entwined with the metal giant.
The music of the storm played all around the blonde Arabian. His eyes still closed, Quatre danced unerringly towards the grove of willows. His slender body swaying and moving in time to a tempo unheard by the human ear. He could see the lightening flash behind his closed eyelids, the explosion of the thunder behind it. It was like the flash of missiles going off as they found their target, the explosions that followed.
Was this why he sought the storm?
Because it reminded him of the war?
Quatre wondered this and he faltered for a moment. His eyes blinked open and the rain ran down his face. Warm and damp. Was this the blood? Quatre staggered a little the shadows thrown by the willows seemed to wrap around him, throwing him from side to side. He was close enough that their branches lashed at him like a thousand accusing words given physical form.
~Disobedient.~
~Unfit.~
~Incompetant.~
~Weak.~
He spun about in the cage of shadows, loosing his way in the dark. Above him the storm raged. The wind had picked up, lightening cracked across the sky and thunder chased it with an angry roar. Quatre spun more wildly. He closed his eyes and lashed a hand out, trying to catch the wildly swinging branches but they were as insubstantial as his thoughts, philosophies, memories, slipping through his fingers.
Quatre felt panic burn through his chest, he cried out as he felt his feet slip out from beneath him but before his knees could crack into the hard earth warm fingers closed about his wrist. The breath left his lungs as he was tugged sharply up against a broad chest, warm arms wrapped around his body like steel bands.
Trembling, Quatre opened his eyes and looked up as a flash of lightening lite up Trowa's face. Emerald green eyes sparkled down at him for that instant, then were lost to the shadows as the night sky went dark again. Quatre reached up, catching his lover's face between his hands, throwing himself against Trowa, he kissed him desperately.
Trowa's arms tightened. His hand swept upwards along Quatre's spine, catching the back of his head and pressed the little blonde tighter against his body, against his lips. Some of the wildness of the storm infused their kiss as the madness of the war had infused their bond. The rain poured down across them both, flattening Trowa's bang till it brushed against Quatre's face, wet clothing seemed barely a barrier between the warmth of their two bodies.
Quatre lost track of time. His entire focus was on the young man who held and kissed him. The storm reached it's climax while he was held safe in Trowa's arms and went unnoticed. In fact it was only when the quiet began to settle that Quatre drew back from Trowa and looked around.
The storm had passed. In it's wake the temperatures had cooled but more then that, Quatre could smell the fresh scent of a world washed clean. He turned and looked up into Trowa's face. Trowa watched the little Arabian with an inscrutable expression for a long moment, then his hands slid up along Quatre's arms till his fingers wrapped around the delicate, aristocratic features. As Trowa lowered his mouth to kiss him, Quatre saw the stars shinning out from behind the receding storm clouds.
End
((::Eyeing Trowa... Trowa eyeing back.:: Get over here bang boy.. I wanna talk to you.))
Laekin
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