By Rhyianna Isabella Merquise

AN: Gee, guess who’s too lazy to say anything now? Erm, angst/death/betrayal…what you should come to expect from me by now…

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything! Go away!! GundamW belongs to…erm…thingy. But like I said, these people aren’t mine (Although I wish they’d at least put Trowa out on rent). The idea for Beaches of Cheyenne belongs to the song by Mr. Garth Brooks. I’ve been listening to country music too much again.

Remember: Reviews are good people!!!

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For the young man who had been given the job of repairing the famous Gundam Pilot’s house, life was good. Maybe he would even get to meet the pilot. Wouldn’t that be the best? Being able to meet one of the people who saved the world?

All these thoughts were pushed aside when he entered the house, by way of walking over the door, which was flat on the ground. There were holes in the wall and broken glass every where. What in God’s name had happened here? The crew leader stepped in behind him and took a good look around.

"My God," he whispered, whistling softly at the carnage, "They told me it was bad, but I never thought…"

"What?" the young man inquired, surprised. "What happened here?"

"You don’t know?" the leader asked, tired eyes becoming round with surprise.

"Know what?" the young man asked, sounding irritated.

The old man sighed, as the details of that night came trickling back to him…

"It all started about six months ago…"

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"Midii? You around?" came the gentle voice of Trowa Barton, flitting through the stone house.

"In the bedroom!" was the faint reply from somewhere above him.

Taking the stairs two at a time, Trowa reached his destination in no time at all. Pushing the elegantly carved door open, he stepped into their bedroom, practically bursting with some untold secret.

Unaccustomed to seeing such a blissful expression on her love’s face, Midii couldn’t help but smile herself. "All right," she began, "Out with it. What happened that’s making you smile?"

Taking a step closer to the bed, Trowa took a deep breath and began.

" Duo has suddenly gotten into rodeos. I’ve been invited to go to Cheyenne and ride in one with him."

Midii blinked. "That’s great." She said automatically. "When?"

" I leave on Wednesday. Or, if you’d like, we leave on Wednesday."

Midii frowned. "I’d love to, really… but Wednesday? I don’t know…"

It was Trowa’s turn to frown. "Why not?"

"It’s Relena’s bridal shower… I promised I’d be there. Is there any other time we could both go with Duo?"

He bit his lip, thinking. "Uh, I don’t really think so. Duo said in not so many words that this would probably be his last ride."

"Well then, you have to go. It just wouldn’t do to let Duo down." She said, attempting to keep the disappointment out of her voice.

"Are you sure about this, Midii? I mean…"

"Go!" she said, with a hint of a smile on her face. "I know you want to."

"I do! It’s just that… I don’t want to leave you behind," he said in a soft tone of voice.

Midii was really smiling this time. "Trowa, I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. And I’m sure you’ll be able to survive a week without me. Really."

If Trowa was that upset about leaving her behind, his face didn’t show it. He allowed himself a slight smile before leaning over and kissing Midii on the forehead.

"Thank you, Little One. This means a lot to me."

She smiled softly in reply.

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In no time, Wednesday was upon them. Trowa was making his final preparations for his trip when the phone rang.

"Got it!" came Midii’s voice from somewhere near the kitchen.

She expected it to be Duo, or Hiiro or one of the pilots telling him goodbye, or even goodluck. It wasn’t.

"Hello, is Trowa there?" came a feminine voice from the line.

That surprised Midii. Trowa didn’t get any phone calls from women, unless it was Relena or Hilde or someone like that.

"Yes, he’s here. May I ask who’s calling?"

The voice on the phone suddenly seemed to realize that she was talking to another female.

"Oh my God. You’re his wife aren’t you?"

"Yes, I am, but what does that have to do with-"

She was met with a dial tone. Who in God’s name was that? There was no possible explanation for the woman calling here and then hanging up when she found out she was Trowa’s wife. Unless…

Midii’s normally pale face became flushed and her lavender eyes became hard. He was cheating on her.

Trowa came hurrying downstairs just about ready to leave. He was searching for his car keys, when his eyes fell upon Midii. She was glaring at him with loath and malice and…hurt? Trowa was confused. She was clutching the phone and looked as though she might cry. That phone call had sure upset her. He had no idea what she could have been told that would make her act this upset. Unless the person on the other line was… Trowa’s blood froze.

"Midii? Is something wrong?"

Midii had started to shake. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had thrown the phone at Trowa and was sprinting upstairs. She slammed the door and broke down sobbing on the bed.

Trowa grabbed the phone in midair to stop it from whacking him in the head. By mere accident, he glanced at the caller ID. *Her* number was on it.

"Midii!" he called sprinting to their room. "Midii for the love of God open the door!"

"Go to Hell, Trowa Barton! I’m sorry I ever fell in love with you!"

Her words had the effect of ripping his heart out and trampling it.

"Please, Midii. I don’t want to leave like this."

"Go to Hell!" she screamed at him again. "I don’t give a damn if you ever come back from Cheyenne!"

Trowa fell to his knees, tears threatening to fall. "Midii, please. When I get back…I swear I’ll make everything all right. Please say you’ll let me."

"Go away Trowa. I don’t want to talk to you ever again." But even as she said it, her heart was breaking.

Trowa couldn’t take it. He shoved open her door and felt his heart sink even lower at the sight that greeted him. Midii was flung out on their bed crying her soul out. He couldn’t help himself. He went over to her and gently brushed the hair away from her face.

Midii recoiled violently from his touch. "Leave me alone, Trowa! What you did can never be undone! So just leave me alone."

The truth in her words stung him. He bit his lip violently to keep from crying.

"Alright then." He whispered, struggling to keep his voice steady. "I’ll leave. But Midii, know this: I still love you."

Midii didn’t answer. Closing his eyes, Trowa slowly backed away from her.

He picked up his bag with trembling hands and left.

*****

Duo never knew anything was wrong.

"Hey, Tro-ster! What’s up, my man?"

"Tro-ster? Duo, that sounds like a brand of toasters."

Ignoring the comment, Duo started up the car they were taking and asked, "So, how’s the missus?"

Carefully pretending to buckle his seat belt he replied "Fine. Just fine."

*****

Standing on shaky legs, Midii walked slowly down the hallway.

He was cheating on her…she still couldn’t get used to the idea. But the look on Trowa’s face was enough to prove that he was hiding something from her.

Pushing open the door to the bathroom, Midii looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark circles around them.

Midii opened the medicine cabinet door. If she wasn’t good enough for Trowa, then she wasn’t good enough for life.

Reaching for a razor blade, she pressed it against her small wrist. She watched, fascinated as the blood ran. Pricking her finger with the same blade, she slowly wrote ‘Trowa’ on the bathroom mirror in blood.

Looking at the blood-stained mirror, Midii smiled ironicly. Trowa. The person responsible for her being the happiest she had ever been, and the most distraught. He had given her life, and now he would be the cause of her death.

Midii’s tears, which lay on the floor in a crystal pool, swirled with crimson blood.

Meaning to sit on the bathtub’s edge, Midii took a step forward. She slipped on the crystal-red-crystal pool on the floor and came crashing down. She stared up at the bright lights above her and waited to see the face of death.

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Erm… **ducks as sharp objects fly at head** Wasn’t that just a *happy* ending? **Sarcastic grin** I might write a part two, then again, I might not. I guess we’ll see.