Disclaimer: No, I don’t own GW, it belongs to some more powerful and richer force than I. There is no reason to sue unless you’re a money freak, because all you’re gonna get is a grumpy cat.
Trowa sat on the window seat, wistfully looking down. He was on the top floor of the house that the G-Boys were all sharing. He was watching Quatre.
Quatre was feeling a little claustrophobic and stressed, so he decided to go outside to sort out his feelings. He went outside to the backyard where there was a great stone wall that overlooked a sparkling lake.
For some reason, watching the lake glimmer in the sun made him feel calmer.
Trowa gazed at Quatre almost longingly. He wished Quatre would have feelings for him, as he had for Quatre. He watched, as with one graceful leap, Quatre landed on top of the wall.
Quatre sat on the wall, one leg dangling off the edge. He had so many—too many—feelings to sort out.
One problem was his job as the owner of the Winner job he took over from his father. He worked day and night and constantly needed coffee and aspirin to keep him up. It was too much for him. He didn’t have the time he needed to eat or sleep.
Another problem was the sympathy he was getting. It was a good thing his friends cared about him, of course, and he knew that, but they were all over him.
“Quatre, are you feeling well?”
“Quatre, you need to eat!”
“Let me do that for you!”
Everything seemed too much nowadays. He hardly had time to just sit, as he was now, and listen to music, or play the violin, which he missed doing greatly. He was skipping meals to get work done, and the same with sleep.
But one thing was troubling him more than any of his other problems.
Trowa.
Quatre thought about him a lot. At points it was interfering with his job. Sometimes he just couldn’t concentrate.
He really liked Trowa. He knew they were friends, but lately he found himself in trances staring at Trowa. His mysterious emerald eyes, hidden behind his hair…his tall, muscular form… Quatre knew there was kind under the mask. Trowa had emotions like any other person, Quatre was positive, because he had a sixth sense for things like that.
He felt someone’s pain, terror, kindness—he could feel it, but for some reason he couldn’t sense love, probably because it is the strongest emotion, and too much to handle for anyone.
His leg still dangling off the edge, he lay down on the top of wall, hands behind his head, basking in the Sun’s warmth.
Trowa watched as Quatre laid down on the wall, wondering what he was thinking. He seems to have a lot on his mind, Trowa reflected. He’s overworking himself. Trowa thought of the endless days of walking past Quatre’s room, looking in and finding Quatre, eyebrows furrowed over yet another paper, his hands running through his hair in exasperation.
Trowa thought of Quatre as often Quatre thought of him, though he had no idea Quatre ever thought of him. He looks like an angel. His platinum blonde hair, just covering those gorgeous blue eyes… his small build… If you added wings, I might not even notice. Trowa thought pensively.
He sighed and leaned back against the wall.
He didn’t even notice Heero walk up behind him. Heero heard Trowa sigh and, following his gaze, he saw Trowa watching Quatre on the wall. A slight smile touched his lips. He likes Quatre, Heero thought, amused.
Pretending he hadn’t just walked in on something a bit personal, he walked right up to Trowa, who wasn’t even aware of Heero until he said “Hey Trowa,”
Trowa jumped and almost fell off the window seat. “Oh, hey Heero,” he said, regaining his posture.
Heero sat down on the seat right next to Trowa. “Watching Quatre?” Heero asked as seriously as he could.
“Ah, well…” Trowa faltered, a slight blush rising in his cheeks. Heero smiled again. “I can understand,” he told Trowa, who stared at him, surprised.
“Well,” said Heero, taking his turn to blush, “I’ve got feelings too…” he faded off. Trowa stared at him incredulously. Then Trowa smiled. He understood something…
Duo was getting bored with staying inside, so he decided to go to the big stone wall, near that gorgeous, glittering, deep lake.
He bounced outside and saw Quatre laying on the wall, looking thoughtful.
Heero and Trowa, sitting on the wall, saw Duo come bouncing out.
Trowa watched Heero freeze, then look at Duo, never taking his eyes off him.
“Watching Duo?” Trowa asked trying not to crack up. Heero glanced at Trowa nervously, and then nodded uncomfortably. Trowa chuckled.
They had a silent understanding.
Duo decided to join his friend and called up, “Hey Quatre! Can I join you?”
Quatre, startled, looked down, and then seeing Duo yelled back, “Sure! Come on up!”
Duo leaped up to the top of the stone wall, and sat next to Quatre.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Nothing, really. Just…thinking.” Quatre answered vaguely, looking out onto the sparkling lake.
“About Trowa?”
Quatre nearly fell off the wall.
“H—how did you know?” he asked Duo.
“Quatre, you’re my best friend! I know you.”
Quatre nodded, subdued for a moment, and then said, “and you’ve been thinking about Heero?”
Now it was Duo’s turn to almost fall off the wall.
“H—how did you know?”
Quatre chuckled. “Duo, you’re my best friend! I know you!”
Duo and Quatre laughed.
“Not thinking anything nasty, are you?” Duo asked laughing, slapping Quatre on the back.
He hit Quatre too hard. “Ouch…Whoa! Aaaah! Duo!” Quatre screamed. Duo had hit him hard enough so that he slipped off the wall.
Trowa saw Quatre fall.
“Quatre!” he yelled, and hurtled downstairs to the outside. Heero followed.
“Oh, shit!” Trowa thought aloud. “He grew up in the desert—he doesn’t know how to swim!”