21-Apr-2001
Title: Eres Tu
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction, Silent Passion (strangeplaces.net/silentpassion)
Category: shonen ai, songfic, sap, POV
Pairings: 1+3
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Lately, I've been listening to this song a lot. It's "Eres Tu" by a band called, er, Mosedades, I think it is. But, as soon as I started writing 1+3, this song jumped into my head as a songfic. Normally, I shy away from songfics. Okay, not shy away... run away. I abhor them. So, for two of my four 1+/x3 fics of the last few days are songfics... it means that I completely adore the pairing and simple can't help myself. By the way, I did the translation myself, so it might be a little off, but not too much. Just as information, this song is on the soundtracks for both "Tommy Boy" and "The Family Man", and you can blame me hearing this song on a little drummer boy with a big mouth in my Spanish class, and my Spanish teacher, Sr. Mendez. (There's an accent in there so it sounds like "Mehn-death" but we usually call him by any number of nicknames in English that aren't appropriate to mention. *grin* This is, again, part of my little heavenly Heero/Trowa universe that I adore so much. Dedicated to hyuy. She should have some clue as to why. As always, enjoy. Heero POV... I'm likely to have a Trowa POV one coming out soon.
~...~ = lyrics
[...] = translated lyrics
~Como una promesa, eres tu eres tu~
~Como una mañana de verano~
~Como una sonrisa, eres tu, eres tu~
~Así, así eres tu~
[Like a promise, you are, you are,
Like a summer's tomorrow,
Like a smile, you are, you are,
Thus, thus, you are.]
I fell in love with Trowa over a casual few months. We spent so much time together after the wars, just recovering and holding on to one another. The wars ended. Quatre went back to his family, Duo went to Hilde and they started up a salvage yard; always happier as friends than romantic partners. Wufei spent a year teaching martial arts, then met up with Sally at a party and now they're married. Quatre ended up married to a girl he met on L-4. I find it amusing: she looks like Dorothy with non-lethal eyebrows, enjoys fencing... her name is August. Quatre's taken to calling her his favorite centerfold. She blushes at the notion, but seems to enjoy it just the same. Duo hasn't found anyone romantically, and last I heard, he wasn't looking. Wufei and Sally? He teaches martial arts still, but it's to his own kids, and some of the new recruits with the Preventers. They're a bit of a pseudo-militant family. Wufei's first kid, Meilan... he dotes on her almost more than he dotes on Sally.
While all of this was going on, I was on Earth. I spent about a week trying to start a new life completely, but I knew something was missing. I got so bent out of shape trying to figure out what exactly was absent from my life that I went to Relena. We sat and drank tea in one of her gardens for hours. The wars aged her mentally; doing her a lot of good. She's a world leader. She needs to be level-headed.
We discussed all the different aspects of my life. She came to the conclusion that I needed to be around people that I knew. I remember glancing at her expectantly, and her shaking her head, saying, "No, Heero. You need to help someone else to help you. Who's someone you know who's going through the same thing?"
It took me a moment to realize it, but I did. Trowa. He'd gone back to the circus, but Catherine had only been there with him for a day or two before letting Trowa know that she was married and moving to L-4 as soon as Rashid got out of the hospital from where he and Abdul had fought over her. I found the whole scene a bit amusing, but I headed to L-3 the next day. I found out where the circus was performing, went there, and caught the show. I don't think I'd ever seen Trowa's eyes look so dead before. Everything else was the same as I remembered it, but his eyes... They haunted me during the rest of the performance. When it was over, I found myself wandering toward his dressing room, something very unusual for me. I don't wander. I have goals, and I go for them. But, then, I *was* wandering. It was what was right at the time.
~Toda mi esperanza, eres tu, eres tu~
~Como lluvia fresca en mis manos~
~Como fuerte brisa, eres tu, eres tu~
~Así, así eres tu~
[All my hope, you are, you are,
Like fresh rain in my hands,
Like a strong breeze, you are, you are,
Thus, thus, you are.]
He was in his dressing room, sitting leaned back in a chair with one foot propped up against the dressing table next to a jar of rubber cement and a hair brush. He was in pants, boots, and suspenders, gazing down at his half mask in his hand. When I walked in, he didn't look up. He only traced the edge of the mask with his thumb and spoke softly. "I find it somewhat amusing that when I wear this mask, half of we is happy and the other half is sad." His finger traced along the upward curve of the mouth of the mask. "I assume you're the same only, only you don't have a mask that you have to put on with rubber cement."
I nodded, and he nodded back. We were always rather quiet people. We had to be. If it wasn't a mission, it was a disguise, and somehow we both knew we had to get through it for some reason or another.
~Eres tu como el agua de mi fuente (algo así eres tu )~
~Eres tu el fuego de mi hogar~
~Eres tu como el fuego de mi hoguera~
~Eres tu el trigo de mi pan~
[You are the water of my source (something, thus, you are)
You are the fire of my home,
You are the fire of my bonfire,
You are the wheat of my bread.]
Somehow, when I went to leave that night, he came with me. We found a hotel, stayed there for the night sharing a bed without asking questions and making comments, and the next morning, we found our way back to Earth on a shuttle. We talked the whole time, oddly never strained for a conversation topic. I never even asked if he would leave. He just knew, just as he always knows.
We muddled into friendship, then into best friendship, then into a period where neither of us were sure of what we were doing, then into love. We moved in together as friends, but at the time, I think we were already more. Before Trowa, I was never comfortable with people clinging on to me. Perhaps it was a sort of claustrophobia, but it ended with him. There aren't many people who I let close to me physically, now. But, even back as just friends, Trowa... He could brush my hair out of my eyes when I was fixing things and typing and such, and I never minding. His touch felt good, and it scared me for a bit. I even ran to Relena again to ask her about it.
Yes, I realize the irony in getting relationship help from a girl who stalked me. But, she's... I don't know. She's grown up, and I trust her now. Besides, I have to hand it to her. She helped me land the guy of my dreams when I didn't even know who the guy of my dreams was.
~Como mi poema, eres tu, eres tu~
~Como una guitarra en la noche~
~Todo mi horizonte eres tu, eres tu~
~Así, así eres tu~
[Like a poem, you are, you are,
Like a guitar at night,
All my horizons, you are, you are,
Thus, thus you are.]
I was jealous of my friends for a while. They were starting families, and I had only just found a best friend at that point. But, things picked up. Somehow, over a cup of coffee, we decided to move in together. We spent a good 18 hours of the day together, and our apartments were really similar, and both had extra bedrooms. We made a bet about it... on a football game.
In the middle of the game, with my chosen team losing, we were talking about it, and I realized that I didn't care if it was my place or his. My apartment wasn't home. But, I did convince him to let me bring my pool table. It was the one thing I had actually bought that wasn't form over function, only because I needed it, not because I wanted it. The pool table was the one thing I consciously wanted, and I got it. Trowa was what I unconsciously wanted. And, lucky me, I got that, too.
Since then, we've been fumbling a bit. Not enough that we can't enjoy it, but enough that we've had a few rough spots. But, I can't stay away, and neither can he. Either the sex is just that amazing, or we really do love each other. I'm thinking it's the latter, though the former is definitely true.
So, we're all happy. Duo still hasn't found the love of his life, according to him, but I think he just doesn't realize it. I think I might have to get him to have a talk with Relena.
And that's how we've ended up. I have a lover; someone to love. The words still sound foreign on my tongue, but that will change with time. I know I have.
~Eres tu como el agua de mi fuente (algo así eres tu )~
~Eres tu el fuego de mi hogar~
~Eres tu como el fuego de mi hoguera~
~Eres tu el trigo de mi pan.~
[You are the water of my source (something, thus, you are)
You are the fire of my home,
You are the fire of my bonfire,
You are the wheat of my bread.]
Trowa is everything to me, now. Even my pool table... well, it still has sentimental value, only more so now because that's where Trowa and I shared our first kiss. I don't think he knows that when he's not home, I sit there, right on the felt, and remember how it all came together. And I remember all the good things and I smile.
He quit telling me that I needed to smile more shortly after I moved in. At that point, everything he did made me smile. We'd go to the gym and box together, and even after he got in a good blow, I'd still be smiling. I smile because of him, and I laugh because of him, and I like to think he does the same because of me. And, I'm glad.
We don't have to tell each other, "I love you." The first dozen times we tried, one of us always cut the other off with, "I know." When we finally did say it, we laughed.
I don't know how I got things so good, but I'm lucky. And, every time I even think of him, I realize just how lucky I am.
Trowa, everything good that I've ever known; that's what you are.
Owari. ^__~
(:./jennykim/moments2)
