Ten Years After
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Trowa pulled his eyes open almost unwillingly and sighed. The same dream.
"We're the same. . .you and I. . ."
Every night almost, the same dream. Sometimes he couldn't stand it, it
stepped harshly on his last nerve, and other times, he didn't mind it.
"How could you do this!?"
"I'm sorry, Nanashi, I'm so sorry!"
He sighed again and fixed his eyes on the celing. He had almost memorized the
patterns caused by the embossment, highlighted by the shadows.
He pulled out his gun and shot, and the cross was shattered into a million
pieces. The transmitter was next, and finally his gun was aimed between her
eyes at her forehead.
You stupid idiot, shoot her! She's a spy, a traitor!
I can't. . .I just CAN'T!
He lowered the gun, seeing the tears, and turned quickly, walking away.
Am I afraid of her tears?
"No! Nanashi, please! Don't! Don't leave me!"
I'm the one who should be apologizing. . .I'm sorry, Midii. . .
"I can be a real idiot sometimes," He whispered to himself. A slim figure
next to him stirred, reaching her arms out and linking them around his neck,
and he pulled her closer to him. She buried her face in the crook of his neck.
"Mmm. . .don't say that. . ."
He raised an eyebrow in slight amusement.
"So basically the lesson here is, be dishonest."
Her eyes opened and she set herself up on her elbows, hovering over him. For
one second, blue-gray crashed with emerald green.
"You are looking for sympathy, Mr. Barton, and you won't find any from me."
"Oh, won't I?" He asked, placing his hands on her hips and sliding them
slowly upwards. Midii sighed and pressed her body against his, once again
burying her face in the crook of his neck as his hands slid back down to rest
on her hips. He felt her muscles relax and then tense again as a flash of
lightning illuminated the room. A deafening thunderclap followed within
seconds.
She whimpered, pressing her body agianst his, huddling against him, taking a
slight comfort in his warmth and feeling completely secure when his arms
embraced her tightly. She sighed, relaxing again.
"I don't like thunder. . .or lightning. . ."
BOOM
"MMOOOOOMMMMMIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!"
Trowa smirked slightly as Midii rolled off of him.
"Your not alone."
"Oh, shut up."
The door to their room flew open suddenly and their son ran in and jumped
onto their bed, his red and orange flannel pajamas askew. His very light
brown, almost blonde hair fell in front of clear emerald green eyes.
"Mommy!"
Midii tsked slightly and reached her arms up, and the little boy almost
willingly jumped into them. Midii cradled the boy in her arms, stroking his
hair reassuringly.
"Matty, thunder's not going to hurt you, there's no reasons to be afraid of
it."
"Look who's talking." Trowa muttered under his breath. Midii shot him one of
her looks from over Matty's head. Trowa raised an eyebrow at her but shut up.
Meanwhile, Matty's gleaming emerald eyes fixed on his mother, wearing a scowl
that only children can look so cute in.
"I'm not afrwaid!" He insisted. Matthew Josiah Barton could talk extremely
well for three and had an ability to decode any sentance about him to find
out what they were really saying.
"Isn't it amazing how we named him after my brother and he acts so much like
him?"
"Like who? I act like who??" Matty question was insisting, as it always was.
"Like your Uncle Matty." Midii responded after a slight hesitation.
"I wanna meet him!"
". . ." Midii was silent for once and Trowa looked over at his wife, slightly
concerned.
"I mean, Miaki gots an uncle and an older cousin and an aunt, and Daniel. .
well. . .I mean, Daniel gots 29 aunts!"
Trowa almost smiled at his son's mention of some of his closest friends.
Miaki Yuy was Heero and Relena's only daughter and the most valuable thing in
the world to them. Lillian Adriana Peacecraft was Zechs and Noin's
slightly-bossy but most of the time nice and quiet daughter who was five
years older than Miaki, and Daniel Winner was his father's son, in looks and
personality. The only exception was that he had Dorothy's blue eyes.
"Daddy?"
Trowa blinked only to find himself staring into his own green eyes.
"When're we going back to Japan, Daddy?"
"Miaki and her parents don't live in Japan anymore, Matty. They live with
Lillian and her parents now."
"Oh. . .When are we gonna go see Lilli and Miaki?"
"The day after tomorrow, with everyone else."
Matty's eyes lit up.
"Even with Duo?"
Trowa's eyebrow twitched but he still pulled his son into his arms and
relaxed once again.
"Even with Duo. It's late, Matt. Let's get some sleep."
Duo and Hilde's hyper and hilariously funny son, Duo, was given his father's
name for looking exactly like his father with the exception of Hilde's dark
blue eyes and her calm hair. But it was still brown and his father refused to
cut it. So the most practical solution was, braid it. So Duo jr ended up
looking exactly like his father.
At least the second generation continues the Yuy-Maxwell War, he thought
wryly, thinking of how Duo was always getting on Miaki's nerves and how Miaki
was always screaming that she would grab her kid-safe blunt-tipped scissors
and slice off that mop Duo called his hair.
Such a vocabulary for three years old. . .that obviously comes from her
father's side.
His son was now sleeping, his breathing slow and even, and he looked out the
window to see that the rain had let up and the first hints of soft color were
starting to appear on the horizon. Looking at the digital clock he looked at
the time and then froze as he caught sight of the date.
Ten years ago.
It was ten years ago today that he started that suicide mission they called
Operation Meteor. Ten years ago when he learned there were others like him,
other pilots. Ten years ago when he met his best friend, Quatre.
Glancing over at Midii, who had long since fallen asleep, he reached over
Matty's head and gently stroked his wife's hair. Laying his head back down on
the pillow, he looked over at his son, who had taught him to laugh and to
live. He knew that he would give his life without a moment's doubt for either
of them in return for their happiness. He smiled faintly as he closed his
eyes.
Ten years after. . .I guess I'm doing all right, after all.
~Fin~
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This is-Events in the present.
This is-Events in the past
This is-Trowa's thoughts in the past
This is-Trowa's thoughts in the present