For Beck's Trowa ML
Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2003 10:00 pm
Disclaimer: I don't own them, damn it!
<center>Home is Where?
By Symee-Sama</center>
Trowa never had a real home. He had never known what it was like to have a real family, or what it was like to have a mother. Childhood was supposed to be innocent, happy and carefree. His was anything but that. His childhood had been serious and bloody, his family had been a group of mercenaries, and his home, if you could call it that, had been the battlefield.
It had hurt. It had hurt to sit around the fire with the mercenaries, listening to them talk about their homes, about their families. He hadn?t had either. So he sat there, listening to their stories, becoming more withdrawn, more scared. During those lonely nights, he developed a fear that would haunt him throughout the war. What if he never found a home?
He looked to the blonde woman that was sleeping beside him, smiling slightly as he brushed stray strands of hair from her face. Suddenly, he wasn?t afraid anymore, because now, he had one. It had been in front of his face for years, but he had just realised it now. He chuckled softly at his stupidity. How could he have missed it?
Wherever she was, was home.
Author's Note: Okay, I don't write Trowa fanfiction very much, so this probably isn't a very good fic, but I got this idea in my head, and it wouldn't go away until I wrote it down... Anyway, I hope this is good enough for your ML, Beck! I'm only 16, so I can't get in... could you post it for me?
Thanks!
Symee
<center>Home is Where?
By Symee-Sama</center>
Trowa never had a real home. He had never known what it was like to have a real family, or what it was like to have a mother. Childhood was supposed to be innocent, happy and carefree. His was anything but that. His childhood had been serious and bloody, his family had been a group of mercenaries, and his home, if you could call it that, had been the battlefield.
It had hurt. It had hurt to sit around the fire with the mercenaries, listening to them talk about their homes, about their families. He hadn?t had either. So he sat there, listening to their stories, becoming more withdrawn, more scared. During those lonely nights, he developed a fear that would haunt him throughout the war. What if he never found a home?
He looked to the blonde woman that was sleeping beside him, smiling slightly as he brushed stray strands of hair from her face. Suddenly, he wasn?t afraid anymore, because now, he had one. It had been in front of his face for years, but he had just realised it now. He chuckled softly at his stupidity. How could he have missed it?
Wherever she was, was home.
Author's Note: Okay, I don't write Trowa fanfiction very much, so this probably isn't a very good fic, but I got this idea in my head, and it wouldn't go away until I wrote it down... Anyway, I hope this is good enough for your ML, Beck! I'm only 16, so I can't get in... could you post it for me?
Thanks!
Symee