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I FINALLY got this done as a request from the icon meme awhile back. The topic was to pick one of my icons and I'd try to write a fic to it. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
toxictattoo wanted to see a fic to this pic 3x11 rain kiss (wardove has also made into an icon for me) which was done for me by ponderosa121. The icon meme was only supposed to be 100 words long but this fic developed a mind on its own and I just couldn't stop writing.
Many thanx go to my beta for digging me out of the rough spots or this would never have been completed at a decent time.
Notes: Just think, I was going to be cruel and end it when Trowa left on the shuttle but I felt that I better write more afterwards or face a mob of angry readers wanting to know what happened to the guys.
Title: Kiss the Rain
Author: Beck
Pairings: 3x11, 1xR, & 5xS
Warnings: umm.... tons of gooey sap, at least I think so. A bit of swearing.
Disclaimer: course I don't own them, I can only imagine the ideas if I did. *leers*
Archived: Blissfulignorance and can be found at ffnet under Beckster. Anyone else who wants it, just let me know.
Feel free to let me know how I did, this is my 2nd 3x11 fic.
The rain started to pour down in heavy sheets as Une gazed out her office window. She had always been one to love a good thunderstorm, but for some reason, this time, the rain only served in making her more depressed. The colonel leaned her cheek against the cool glass, the heat of her breath fogging up a small patch of window where she traced her fingertips as if trying to reach out and touch the droplets of rain themselves. Today reminded her of the same day he had left to go on the high priority mission, an almost guaranteed one-way ticket. The status had been critical and no matter what she had told him, nor how much she had pleaded with him, he had simply turned towards her in the hangar bay with his usual calming smile. But then, before either could form a word, a loud crack of thunder, which nearly shook the building with its force, rumbled through the air; Anne’s eyes left Trowa’s as she instinctively whipped her eyes around the room. And, when she had turned back from her shock to where he had been standing, she found him directly in front of her, his eyes once again peering down into hers. Her wide, doe-eyed gaze was still evident on her face when Trowa tipped her chin up to look at him.
“Une, I’ve been through worse during the Eve Wars, this mission is no different.”
She couldn’t help but shake her head, eyes now closed tight and fists clenched at her sides as she shouted out, “You’re wrong!”
The emotions raging in the enclosure were strong enough to create their own electrical storm as Trowa embraced her and tried to soothe her with words, with actions, with his whole being. “Anne, this is our duty to stop the trouble before it escalates into something worse. We know how dangerous our job can be. I wouldn’t have volunteered to help, but I feel it’s my right to help set things straight, like it always has been.”
It turned eerily quiet except for the howling wind and the pelting rain that beat on the metal bay doors. Composing herself as much as she could, Une pulled back slightly in his arms, creating a bit of breathing room between them. “I know what the Preventers stand for but this mission doesn’t sit too well with me. It gives me a really bad feeling in my gut and if there were a way to prevent anyone from going out on this suicide mission, I would.”
Trowa grasped her by her shoulders to try to make her see his reasoning. “I understand how you feel but this situation isn’t going to take care of itself, they have to know that we aren’t going to stand for it. We have to fight for what we fought to keep from happening again. I sure as hell don’t want to have to go into another war.”
Seeing that she still seemed hesitant, he knew he had to say something that would make her feel a bit more at ease. “Besides, you have the best of the best working on the case. Heero, Wufei, and I, along with some of the best Preventer staff should be able to extinguish this flame out before it turns into an inferno.”
Taking a deep breath, Une tried to keep her smile from wavering. “It is comforting to know that, regardless of how I don’t like the idea of it all. It’s just. . . it’s just that I don’t want to lose anyone again, not after having worked so hard to…”
Hearing her halt her words in mid-sentence, Trowa knew it wouldn’t be long before the tears would start to fall from those soft, sad, brown eyes. He pulled her back into his embrace, feeling stronger himself when she returned the gesture, then laying his cheek on the crown of her head he breathed in her scent, running his fingers through her dark, unbound hair. The ex-gundam pilot whispered her name so faintly, that she barely heard him speak, though she could feel the vibrations of his breath through his chest.
She raised her head to look up at him again noting that since they had been together, she had never seen such a deep conflict of emotions in those emerald pools. It nearly took her breath away, but not nearly as much as did his next action.
Cupping her jaw in one of his hands, he had brought them nose to nose, so close that his eyes reflected in her own and his hot breath breezed over her lips. His voice, still low and hushed held a soft, yet anxious tone.
“Anne, I. . . I. . . love you very much. You mean so much to me that it gives me the strength to fight all that much harder to come back home safe to you. The last thing I ever want to do is cause you any grief. I never want you, or I to have to go through anymore painful loneliness together, but, most of all. . .I want you to believe in me.”
It was enough to render Une speechless, though not entirely numb, having felt right away the heat of the kiss that followed as he leaned into her even more. There was no time for them to be timid, their actions now speaking just as loud as their words as they clung to each other as if trying to mold their bodies into one. And, when they parted for some much needed air, Anne whispered back to Trowa her love for him, which earned her one of his most rare and happy chuckles, showing her his delight with another quick peck to her lips.
She had been quite proud of herself for being able to hold back her tears, that is, until it was time for him to actually leave. The announcement over the loud speaker for those on the mission to board the shuttle fell on them like a wet blanket, snuffing out the time that had been left for them to say good-bye. With a quick hug and another lingering kiss Trowa tore away from his ladylove, picked up his bag and turned to leave but not before Une grabbed his arm to halt his departure.
“Please, be careful and take care of each other.”
Trowa nodded back. “I will.” He turned to run to the boarding stairs, not hearing Une’s last words, speaking to the departing shuttle. “I believe in you Trowa, I really do.” The last she had seen of him was a glimpse of him through the shuttle window and a slight wave of his hand.
~*~*~
A quick flash of lightening snapped Une out of her daydream and hastily wiped the wetness from the corner of her eyes. “And I still do believe in you Trowa, no matter how long it takes for you to return.”
She straightened her posture and walked back to her desk to pick up the status sheet, shaking her head while she skimmed over it. It was unbelievable to her that a mission assigned to only take a month to complete had lasted for nearly three months. It had driven her crazy with worry, especially when, for safety purposes there had been only a limited amount of communication from the squad themselves. Feeling frustrated all over again, Anne was about to throw her stapler across the room when the buzz of her intercom interrupted her rage.
Her secretary’s voice filled with matter-of-fact calm, informed her that her Communications Officer was requesting to speak to her to update on the situation. Trying to control her anxious body language, Une told him to be sent in. The man that entered was nearly as tall as her Trowa, but not anywhere near as cute, though he had always been a top-notch officer. And thank the Lord, she thought, not one to beat around the bush.
“Report.” She ordered in her most authoritative tone, while reinforcing the strength in her knees to remain standing.
“We have a shuttle coming in slated for thirty minutes, if not less; definite injuries, probable casualties, though there has been no word on the identities of the injured or possible dead.”
“Take me down to the bay now.” She barked the command at him a little too harshly, though at that time she did not care, her thoughts focusing on only one particular possible wounded or dead person at the moment. She grabbed her jacket, flinging it on her body as she stormed out the door, with the Officer hot on her heels. She met with up with Sally, who had been informed as well, at the end of the hall, nodding a reassuring look to the other woman, who was just as concerned about her loved one as well.
It took only minutes to drive down to air field, though to her it seemed like ages as she leapt out of the back of the limo before it had even come to a full halt, running inside the main hanger where she and Trowa had said their good-byes. Near pandemonium filled the bay and the runway as the shuttle came to a quick landing. Medical personnel and Preventer soldiers immediately gathered around to help unload what victims there may have been. Halfway through the unloading, a younger cadet was seen helping Heero Yuy down the shuttle’s platform; Sally and Une ran up to meet them.
Glancing up at the sound of his name being called, Heero spotted the two women immediately and released a nervous breath; he had wanted to be the one to break the news to both ladies. He stopped in his tracks and motioned for the cadet to stop walking as he gave his report to the commander before she even asked.
“Mission accomplished. “ He hesitated and then winced as he tried to take another breath.
“But?” Both Sally and Une chimed in, knowing that there was indeed more to what was to be said.
Holding his side, he finished the report. “Wufei and Trowa stayed behind to make sure everything was destroyed. We left them an extra shuttle and with the wounded that we had, along with myself, they demanded us to leave and they wouldn’t take no for an answer. They weren’t too far behind us so I do believe that they’ll come back.” He gripped his side tighter and bowed his head down, the rain dripping off the ends of his brown hair and spoke in a low, sincere tone. “I truly do believe they’ll make it back.”
Une could only nod and grip Sally’s hand; there was nothing they could do but wait patiently for their arrival.
Relena had shown up not long after the first shuttle’s arrival and was by Heero’s side, mothering over his wounds, which fortunately had only equaled to a few bruised ribs and exhaustion. But as was her nature she did not ignore her friends and soon had come over to Une and Sally, offering them her words of encouragement and hope, giving them both a big hug before excusing herself to go back to Heero, to take him back to their home where he belonged.
While they were leaving Headquarters, Heero looked back over his shoulder, giving the Major and Colonel a reassuring nod. They smiled warily and nodded in return, knowing that if he had faith in Trowa and Wufei’s safe return, their chances had just tripled tremendously.
~*~*~*~
The longest three hours in both of the female officers lives seemed to drag on endlessly as they both continued to wait, though due to the still constant commotion, wounded being assessed and reports being written and given, the hours seemed less intense then usual.
For once Une was grateful for having to brief the higher ups, as it gave her a much welcomed distraction from her predicament, though between and after the sessions she would still find herself pacing with nervous frustration. How in the hell could they demand results and explanations from something she knew very little about herself? She growled under her breath as she took another sip of cold coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste and set the cup down on her desk; more caffeine was the last thing she needed.
Unable to stay still she stalked out of her office, rounding the corner so quickly that she nearly ran over a Preventer cadet, who just happened to be looking for her. He seemed somewhat startled as he stammered his apology, clearing his speech quickly however, when he began to relate to her the news of the missing shuttle all the while trying to keep up with her frantic pace.
“It seems their radio had been damaged, hence why we were unable to pick up their transmission. Even now, their messages are scrambled and broken, though we have been able to decipher that their shuttle itself has taken on damage as well. We are prepared however, for them to make a rough landing if necessary.”
“What is given for their arrival time?”
The soldier inwardly cringed at what he had to tell her and glanced down at his watch. “I’d say, right about now ma’am.”
Une stopped in mid stride trying to comprehend what he just said. “WHAT!? Why wasn’t I informed about this earlier?!”
“We just got word of it ourselves Colonel. With whatever damage is on board, they couldn’t help but contact us in such little time. We’ve had personnel on emergency standby just in case something like this were to happen.”
As they finally reached the shuttle bay, the commotion that was going on around them signaled that the shuttle must have landed. The downpour that was still coming down worried Une even more, her heart nearly leaping from her chest just thinking on how the shuttle could’ve have landed in such weather. The amount of people milling around, manning their assigned spots didn’t help her much either as she pushed through the barrier of soldiers in the way, rank or no rank. Her eyes searched everywhere for Sally, though it was her ears that picked up another familiar voice, now she would know where to go.
“Son of a bitch! Quit touching me there Onna!”
Une couldn’t help but snicker at the scene, Wufei might have been injured but at least she knew he was well enough to complain. The stretcher they were wheeling was heading towards her way when Sally stopped to explain Wufei’s injuries.
“He took some shrapnel in his side and a bump to his head. But I think he’ll be fine once we get him fixed up.” Sally then motioned her head to what she knew Une was waiting for. “Don’t worry anymore about us; I think you should take yourself over to the shuttle.” Une agreed and smiled as the other couple continued on, gripping onto each others hands, causing an aching joy in Anne’s heart for her best friend.
Shielding her eyes from the rain, she could make out a few figures standing around but nothing that looked familiar to her just yet. Each step she took made her heart beat faster, as she wondered what she would come across once she did get to the shuttle. Trying to push the horrible images from her mind, her steps became more hurried, though they stopped abruptly when she saw a recognizable shock of light brown hair come into her line vision. Her uniform jacket felt ten tons having been drenched from the rain and its weight slowed her movements, though not even a typhoon was going to stop her now, from uniting with her love. As she approached even closer, she breathlessly called out his name and as if the world had slowed down to a crawl, she saw him turn around, the sparkle in his dark green eyes capturing hers immediately.
No words were necessary as they fell into each other’s arms, their tears mixing with the rain, as did the moisture of their lips when they crushed together into a soul searing kiss that was long over due.
~*~*~
END
Sorry for such a short ending but this fic HAD TO END before I went crazy.
Next up isscarbie's icon request of Brandon and Maria's dance icon from Gungrave. Wish me luck!
toxictattoo wanted to see a fic to this pic 3x11 rain kiss (wardove has also made into an icon for me) which was done for me by ponderosa121. The icon meme was only supposed to be 100 words long but this fic developed a mind on its own and I just couldn't stop writing.Many thanx go to my beta for digging me out of the rough spots or this would never have been completed at a decent time.
Notes: Just think, I was going to be cruel and end it when Trowa left on the shuttle but I felt that I better write more afterwards or face a mob of angry readers wanting to know what happened to the guys.
Title: Kiss the Rain
Author: Beck
Pairings: 3x11, 1xR, & 5xS
Warnings: umm.... tons of gooey sap, at least I think so. A bit of swearing.
Disclaimer: course I don't own them, I can only imagine the ideas if I did. *leers*
Archived: Blissfulignorance and can be found at ffnet under Beckster. Anyone else who wants it, just let me know.
Feel free to let me know how I did, this is my 2nd 3x11 fic.
The rain started to pour down in heavy sheets as Une gazed out her office window. She had always been one to love a good thunderstorm, but for some reason, this time, the rain only served in making her more depressed. The colonel leaned her cheek against the cool glass, the heat of her breath fogging up a small patch of window where she traced her fingertips as if trying to reach out and touch the droplets of rain themselves. Today reminded her of the same day he had left to go on the high priority mission, an almost guaranteed one-way ticket. The status had been critical and no matter what she had told him, nor how much she had pleaded with him, he had simply turned towards her in the hangar bay with his usual calming smile. But then, before either could form a word, a loud crack of thunder, which nearly shook the building with its force, rumbled through the air; Anne’s eyes left Trowa’s as she instinctively whipped her eyes around the room. And, when she had turned back from her shock to where he had been standing, she found him directly in front of her, his eyes once again peering down into hers. Her wide, doe-eyed gaze was still evident on her face when Trowa tipped her chin up to look at him.
“Une, I’ve been through worse during the Eve Wars, this mission is no different.”
She couldn’t help but shake her head, eyes now closed tight and fists clenched at her sides as she shouted out, “You’re wrong!”
The emotions raging in the enclosure were strong enough to create their own electrical storm as Trowa embraced her and tried to soothe her with words, with actions, with his whole being. “Anne, this is our duty to stop the trouble before it escalates into something worse. We know how dangerous our job can be. I wouldn’t have volunteered to help, but I feel it’s my right to help set things straight, like it always has been.”
It turned eerily quiet except for the howling wind and the pelting rain that beat on the metal bay doors. Composing herself as much as she could, Une pulled back slightly in his arms, creating a bit of breathing room between them. “I know what the Preventers stand for but this mission doesn’t sit too well with me. It gives me a really bad feeling in my gut and if there were a way to prevent anyone from going out on this suicide mission, I would.”
Trowa grasped her by her shoulders to try to make her see his reasoning. “I understand how you feel but this situation isn’t going to take care of itself, they have to know that we aren’t going to stand for it. We have to fight for what we fought to keep from happening again. I sure as hell don’t want to have to go into another war.”
Seeing that she still seemed hesitant, he knew he had to say something that would make her feel a bit more at ease. “Besides, you have the best of the best working on the case. Heero, Wufei, and I, along with some of the best Preventer staff should be able to extinguish this flame out before it turns into an inferno.”
Taking a deep breath, Une tried to keep her smile from wavering. “It is comforting to know that, regardless of how I don’t like the idea of it all. It’s just. . . it’s just that I don’t want to lose anyone again, not after having worked so hard to…”
Hearing her halt her words in mid-sentence, Trowa knew it wouldn’t be long before the tears would start to fall from those soft, sad, brown eyes. He pulled her back into his embrace, feeling stronger himself when she returned the gesture, then laying his cheek on the crown of her head he breathed in her scent, running his fingers through her dark, unbound hair. The ex-gundam pilot whispered her name so faintly, that she barely heard him speak, though she could feel the vibrations of his breath through his chest.
She raised her head to look up at him again noting that since they had been together, she had never seen such a deep conflict of emotions in those emerald pools. It nearly took her breath away, but not nearly as much as did his next action.
Cupping her jaw in one of his hands, he had brought them nose to nose, so close that his eyes reflected in her own and his hot breath breezed over her lips. His voice, still low and hushed held a soft, yet anxious tone.
“Anne, I. . . I. . . love you very much. You mean so much to me that it gives me the strength to fight all that much harder to come back home safe to you. The last thing I ever want to do is cause you any grief. I never want you, or I to have to go through anymore painful loneliness together, but, most of all. . .I want you to believe in me.”
It was enough to render Une speechless, though not entirely numb, having felt right away the heat of the kiss that followed as he leaned into her even more. There was no time for them to be timid, their actions now speaking just as loud as their words as they clung to each other as if trying to mold their bodies into one. And, when they parted for some much needed air, Anne whispered back to Trowa her love for him, which earned her one of his most rare and happy chuckles, showing her his delight with another quick peck to her lips.
She had been quite proud of herself for being able to hold back her tears, that is, until it was time for him to actually leave. The announcement over the loud speaker for those on the mission to board the shuttle fell on them like a wet blanket, snuffing out the time that had been left for them to say good-bye. With a quick hug and another lingering kiss Trowa tore away from his ladylove, picked up his bag and turned to leave but not before Une grabbed his arm to halt his departure.
“Please, be careful and take care of each other.”
Trowa nodded back. “I will.” He turned to run to the boarding stairs, not hearing Une’s last words, speaking to the departing shuttle. “I believe in you Trowa, I really do.” The last she had seen of him was a glimpse of him through the shuttle window and a slight wave of his hand.
~*~*~
A quick flash of lightening snapped Une out of her daydream and hastily wiped the wetness from the corner of her eyes. “And I still do believe in you Trowa, no matter how long it takes for you to return.”
She straightened her posture and walked back to her desk to pick up the status sheet, shaking her head while she skimmed over it. It was unbelievable to her that a mission assigned to only take a month to complete had lasted for nearly three months. It had driven her crazy with worry, especially when, for safety purposes there had been only a limited amount of communication from the squad themselves. Feeling frustrated all over again, Anne was about to throw her stapler across the room when the buzz of her intercom interrupted her rage.
Her secretary’s voice filled with matter-of-fact calm, informed her that her Communications Officer was requesting to speak to her to update on the situation. Trying to control her anxious body language, Une told him to be sent in. The man that entered was nearly as tall as her Trowa, but not anywhere near as cute, though he had always been a top-notch officer. And thank the Lord, she thought, not one to beat around the bush.
“Report.” She ordered in her most authoritative tone, while reinforcing the strength in her knees to remain standing.
“We have a shuttle coming in slated for thirty minutes, if not less; definite injuries, probable casualties, though there has been no word on the identities of the injured or possible dead.”
“Take me down to the bay now.” She barked the command at him a little too harshly, though at that time she did not care, her thoughts focusing on only one particular possible wounded or dead person at the moment. She grabbed her jacket, flinging it on her body as she stormed out the door, with the Officer hot on her heels. She met with up with Sally, who had been informed as well, at the end of the hall, nodding a reassuring look to the other woman, who was just as concerned about her loved one as well.
It took only minutes to drive down to air field, though to her it seemed like ages as she leapt out of the back of the limo before it had even come to a full halt, running inside the main hanger where she and Trowa had said their good-byes. Near pandemonium filled the bay and the runway as the shuttle came to a quick landing. Medical personnel and Preventer soldiers immediately gathered around to help unload what victims there may have been. Halfway through the unloading, a younger cadet was seen helping Heero Yuy down the shuttle’s platform; Sally and Une ran up to meet them.
Glancing up at the sound of his name being called, Heero spotted the two women immediately and released a nervous breath; he had wanted to be the one to break the news to both ladies. He stopped in his tracks and motioned for the cadet to stop walking as he gave his report to the commander before she even asked.
“Mission accomplished. “ He hesitated and then winced as he tried to take another breath.
“But?” Both Sally and Une chimed in, knowing that there was indeed more to what was to be said.
Holding his side, he finished the report. “Wufei and Trowa stayed behind to make sure everything was destroyed. We left them an extra shuttle and with the wounded that we had, along with myself, they demanded us to leave and they wouldn’t take no for an answer. They weren’t too far behind us so I do believe that they’ll come back.” He gripped his side tighter and bowed his head down, the rain dripping off the ends of his brown hair and spoke in a low, sincere tone. “I truly do believe they’ll make it back.”
Une could only nod and grip Sally’s hand; there was nothing they could do but wait patiently for their arrival.
Relena had shown up not long after the first shuttle’s arrival and was by Heero’s side, mothering over his wounds, which fortunately had only equaled to a few bruised ribs and exhaustion. But as was her nature she did not ignore her friends and soon had come over to Une and Sally, offering them her words of encouragement and hope, giving them both a big hug before excusing herself to go back to Heero, to take him back to their home where he belonged.
While they were leaving Headquarters, Heero looked back over his shoulder, giving the Major and Colonel a reassuring nod. They smiled warily and nodded in return, knowing that if he had faith in Trowa and Wufei’s safe return, their chances had just tripled tremendously.
~*~*~*~
The longest three hours in both of the female officers lives seemed to drag on endlessly as they both continued to wait, though due to the still constant commotion, wounded being assessed and reports being written and given, the hours seemed less intense then usual.
For once Une was grateful for having to brief the higher ups, as it gave her a much welcomed distraction from her predicament, though between and after the sessions she would still find herself pacing with nervous frustration. How in the hell could they demand results and explanations from something she knew very little about herself? She growled under her breath as she took another sip of cold coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste and set the cup down on her desk; more caffeine was the last thing she needed.
Unable to stay still she stalked out of her office, rounding the corner so quickly that she nearly ran over a Preventer cadet, who just happened to be looking for her. He seemed somewhat startled as he stammered his apology, clearing his speech quickly however, when he began to relate to her the news of the missing shuttle all the while trying to keep up with her frantic pace.
“It seems their radio had been damaged, hence why we were unable to pick up their transmission. Even now, their messages are scrambled and broken, though we have been able to decipher that their shuttle itself has taken on damage as well. We are prepared however, for them to make a rough landing if necessary.”
“What is given for their arrival time?”
The soldier inwardly cringed at what he had to tell her and glanced down at his watch. “I’d say, right about now ma’am.”
Une stopped in mid stride trying to comprehend what he just said. “WHAT!? Why wasn’t I informed about this earlier?!”
“We just got word of it ourselves Colonel. With whatever damage is on board, they couldn’t help but contact us in such little time. We’ve had personnel on emergency standby just in case something like this were to happen.”
As they finally reached the shuttle bay, the commotion that was going on around them signaled that the shuttle must have landed. The downpour that was still coming down worried Une even more, her heart nearly leaping from her chest just thinking on how the shuttle could’ve have landed in such weather. The amount of people milling around, manning their assigned spots didn’t help her much either as she pushed through the barrier of soldiers in the way, rank or no rank. Her eyes searched everywhere for Sally, though it was her ears that picked up another familiar voice, now she would know where to go.
“Son of a bitch! Quit touching me there Onna!”
Une couldn’t help but snicker at the scene, Wufei might have been injured but at least she knew he was well enough to complain. The stretcher they were wheeling was heading towards her way when Sally stopped to explain Wufei’s injuries.
“He took some shrapnel in his side and a bump to his head. But I think he’ll be fine once we get him fixed up.” Sally then motioned her head to what she knew Une was waiting for. “Don’t worry anymore about us; I think you should take yourself over to the shuttle.” Une agreed and smiled as the other couple continued on, gripping onto each others hands, causing an aching joy in Anne’s heart for her best friend.
Shielding her eyes from the rain, she could make out a few figures standing around but nothing that looked familiar to her just yet. Each step she took made her heart beat faster, as she wondered what she would come across once she did get to the shuttle. Trying to push the horrible images from her mind, her steps became more hurried, though they stopped abruptly when she saw a recognizable shock of light brown hair come into her line vision. Her uniform jacket felt ten tons having been drenched from the rain and its weight slowed her movements, though not even a typhoon was going to stop her now, from uniting with her love. As she approached even closer, she breathlessly called out his name and as if the world had slowed down to a crawl, she saw him turn around, the sparkle in his dark green eyes capturing hers immediately.
No words were necessary as they fell into each other’s arms, their tears mixing with the rain, as did the moisture of their lips when they crushed together into a soul searing kiss that was long over due.
~*~*~
END
Sorry for such a short ending but this fic HAD TO END before I went crazy.
Next up is
scarbie's icon request of Brandon and Maria's dance icon from Gungrave. Wish me luck!
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Lovely. Simply, lovely.
You will hear no complaints from me about it being over 100 words. None at all. Nu uh.
I love your characterization of Une. Just...love her.
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Good, I'm glad you liked it. The whole time while writing it, I kept thinking that it was overly sappy and I'm not usually that type of person to write such things *lol*
I had a feeling I wouldn't have been able to uphold the 100 word part but I was glad that I didn't stop there either.
I love your characterization of Une. Just...love her
Thanx! I don't know why I can write her so well. But I guess she's becoming to be one of those characters that scream "me" when I get into the right mood. And considering what my thoughts of her are from time to time, she's got a great deal of charisma to her regardless and can be one tough cookie if provoked (and not in the ubber bitch mode either). I guess I do see myself as her from time to time even though I do cosplay her *lol*
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Really great writing, and your characterizations are perfect.
Une is such an under-appreciated character. It's wonderful to read her this way.
There's a Lady Wing ML I belong to that would love to have this story.
It's so hard to find good stories that are female character positive.
http://ca.groups.yahoo.com/group/Lady_Wing/?yguid=110409599
Not pushing, but we're hungry for good stuff like this.
I wrote a Sally fic for this list, and I want to do some more. Love the way you wrote Sally too.
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Une is such an under-appreciated character. It's wonderful to read her this way.
I agree. For the most part, at least with some of the older fics I read, made her out to be the worst character anyone would ever want to write. I had my doubts about her early in the series but once you see her progressing to change, I think everything that she went through suits her character. Just ashamed that not many either write her that way or just don't write her at all. I'm glad to have gotten that point across with her in my fics when I do write her.
Would you like to post this fic on the ML? Your more than welcome to pimp it. You can either post it on the ML or just put a link to my livejournal that way you don't have to go through too much. I might join later but I've kinda gave up on ML's lately and haven't planned to join anymore.
I don't normally write Sally all that much, only cause if I do, I have to write Wufei too and since I'm not a big fan of him, its kinda hard to actually write them either way. But I'm glad that what little part she had in this, she had enough to shine in.
Thanx a bunch for the feedback!
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To each his own, eh? As long as it's well written, I'm not really picky about pairings.
I'll talk to the ML admin, and see if I can do some pimpin. I'm sure it's allowed, Ive seen others do it.
I'm also very picky about what ML's I post to. I won't join those that allow character bashing of any sort. (hate that)
I once wrote Une(in an AU) as a person who got used by some bad guys, sort of a coerced situation, but I don't see her as a "bad guy".
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Heero, Wufei, and I, along with some of the best Preventer staff should be able to distinguish this flame out before it turns into an inferno.”
distinguish the flame? are you meaning extinguish the flame? it's not a criticism . . . just want to be clear of your intent!!
Thanks for writing this lovely story . . . ^___^
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it's not a criticism . . . just want to be clear of your intent!!
No prob at all, I'm just glad someone showed me the mistake and I just went back and fixed it. Another situation awhile back, hehehehehehehe, I had meant to say "nibble" but ended up writing "nipple" ^^;;;. I felt so embarrassed yet silly for not picking that up. (and this was before I got to the lemon scene *lol*)
Thanks for writing this lovely story . . . ^___^
Glad to! I really enjoy writing this couple. I just wish I could write it more often though its getting a bit harder to do since I'm a bit burnt out on writing much GW anymore.
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I would love to read more love stories of these two
I saved EVERY 3x11 fic I ever came across. Not so sure about trying to find all the links since what I did was copied and pasted the fics to word and made a file for all of them (for various reasons in the future, just can't spill the beans yet). I'll see what I can do about trying to find all the links and then post them here in a reply for ya.
it's seems Trowa has lived in Quatre's shadow far too long.
That's the first time I ever heard someone say that and I've seen and read enough to where I couldn't agree more. Granted I'm not and never was a fan of 3x4 but that still doesn't stop me from thinking that as well and I'm not just saying that to be a bitch either. I guess its for me, to see poor Trowa always in a yaoi relationship and its so taboo for the guy to even be allowed to be with a woman is what irks me the most. The problem is, ppl don't allow themselves to try regardless of their tastes. Pity.
also enjoyed positive images in the way you portrayed Lady Une and Sally . . . thanks for that!!
I'm glad to have done so. I love the girls of GW, probably even more so than the guys since thats what everyone wants to fawn over. I guess you could say in some ways, the girls are just the underdogs of the series even though half of them have a MAJOR role to play *sigh* Thats one thing with my fics, I will always include the girl and I will always write them respectively the way they should be. Hell someone has to do it aside from the other few that do write the girls in a better light. For some reason, I have found myself enjoying writing Une alot. I think its her attitude overall from kind/caring to super bitch when she wants to be ^__^.
If you want to check out my past writings, you can check them out here:
http://www.blissfulignorance.com/phpBB/viewforum.php?f=40
You might like my 4xC fic, I had so much fun writing that couple, I'd like to do more once I get out of my GW burnt out funk. Course the fics that don't have the pairing beside it is 1xR (since it is a 1xR site).
Thanx so much for the feedback!
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Each step she took made her heart beat faster, as she wondered what she would come across once she did get to the shuttle.
Loved that line, I really felt it. You write such a great Une. :D
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Thanx, I'm glad you thought that about the end. The whole time I kept wondering if it was good enough but it was going to have to do cause I don't think I could've milked out anymore goo from my brain. I wrote most of the fic at work and was wondering why I kept smelling smoke from time to time. *lol*
Loved that line, I really felt it. You write such a great Une. :D
Thats great if it left you feeling it, gives me a warm & fuzzy feeling in my tummy ^_~ I like fics too where I can either truly envision what the character is doing, appearances, or their feelings.
I find myself amazed at times on how I can actually write certain characters. I think for Une, what motivates me for her is::
1. seeing a bit of myself in her character. Aside from the personality disorder that is.
2. having a military background with just not myself, but also experiencing feelings when hubby had to go out in field training for a month or two. I think thats what can make me understand Une's feelings regarding some cases.
3. I think cosplaying as her has warped my brain. tehehehehehehe
Thanx for taking the time out to read the fic and the lovely feedback, means alot!
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I really like that Trowa is shown with emotions and not as a cold fish.
Good work!
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Ah no biggie on not favoring the pairing, I hear it alot yet, in some ways, have to snicker at those that do and see their reaction to it. I guess when a rare couple is written, regardless of one's tastes, it does take quite a few by surprise. I also feel its the way the writer actually writes the characters that can get the person to read it. I'm pleased that you liked the characterizations of them.
I really like that Trowa is shown with emotions and not as a cold fish.
UGH! No doubt about that! Sometimes though I wonder "If I make him say too much, am I making him OOC?", not so much with showing him have feelings but to actually speak is the kicker. But damn it, the boy needs to talk. It makes him sweeter to see him show his emotions too *gives Tro a noogie* ^_~
I'm glad you liked the fic, thanx very much on the feedback!
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The guy gives lots of speeches in the series, quite eloquently done. There's a difference between being introverted and being uncommunicative.
He's definitely capable of expressing himself, he does it more often than people think in the series.
It's actually Wufei that has the fewest lines in the series of all the characters. (Quatre has the most.) I often point that out to people who insist on "Silent Trowa".
Frankly, I don't know where the idea that Trowa rarely speaks comes from, except for that line that Cathy utters about "quiet friends" when he's talking with Wufei after New Edwards.
But, Heero gets called a "quiet boy" too (more than once) and no one makes a big deal about it. *shrugs*
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I never thought about that for Wufei and now that you mention it, your right, plus I don't think he had too much screen time either as the others did.
But, Heero gets called a "quiet boy" too (more than once) and no one makes a big deal about it. *shrugs*
God. That also goes into the spot of how ppl overlook that he ALSO drew his gun/threaten Duo as much as he did with Relena.
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Heero and Duo don't exactly hit it off at first, do they?
It's really a progression through the series how Heero relates to both of them.
But, he's probably the most misunderstood GW character. Heero, I mean.
Well, maybe Une or Relena are, hm? At least most people like Heero.
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As a Trowa fan..... there were SO MANY THINGS YOU COULD HAVE ADDED!!!!
*pout*
MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Yeah I actually feel that way alot about my fics, hence why I was never good at the whole english bit even in school. I also think its why I sometimes get the feeling that its not even worth posting cause it sounds so dull.
Finding beta's are hard to find. If I knew that you had a bit of time, you could look over my stuff for me too as well as my other helper. I don't write too often so its not like I'd be bombarding you with 20 pages of one chapter.
Feel free to actually go over this fic and send me your corrections if you like, I know I'd be interested in seeing whatever changes there is.
As a Trowa fan..... there were SO MANY THINGS YOU COULD HAVE ADDED!!!!
*pout*
hehehehhe I knew you were going to say that. I was going to add a bit more to the end but I just wanted the fic done and didn't bother to delve into it so much. Plus I hate messing with endings.
There won't be more to this fic but I do have a 11x3 lemon in the making. ^_~
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More Lemon.... YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*giggles madly*
Oi.... hate to post this here, but if you see/speak with Lucky, please tell her to call me. I left a message w/her but... well... yeah....
949-369-7833.
*you can call me there too if you like. it's my work. ~_^*
Thank you!! *HUGGLES*
*anxiously waits for juicy lemon stuffs!!!!! =^_^=*
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Now you've got me really looking forward to the Brandon and Maria fic! Good luck even though you don't need it. I know you're going to do a great job on it!
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*blush* Thanx. At times I know what I want to say but not the right words come out so thats when my beta helps to be my other half of my brain. Without her, I'd be lost sometimes. But I do enjoy expressing what the characters go through.
I'm glad you say that about the end. It still sits on my mind that it was cut too short w/out any explanation about if Trowa was hurt and what not. I have a feeling when I get the chance to post this on ffnet, I know some picky ppl will be picking this apart; though I hope it doesn't come to that. But other comments I get on this are fine with the end too so I guess I shouldn't let it bother me so much.
I am so jealous that you've come up with this based on a picture.
Sometimes it can come easy, sometimes it can be a pain on tapping into the flow of things. This one here though just like BAM! Hit me over the head one night at work and was typing away like crazy.
Now you've got me really looking forward to the Brandon and Maria fic! Good luck even though you don't need it. I know you're going to do a great job on it!
I'm still going to need all the luck I can just so it helps me along. I had a butterfly sit on my shoulder for a few mins yesterday and hubby told me that its supposed to bring you luck. So it'd be nice if that holds true ^_~. I really look forward to writing it and hopefully I can tackle it like soon!!!!!
Thanx for the lovely feedback chickie!