I just couldn't help myself ^^, i still want to write........i dunno
why...but since school's not that busy yet (they're giving us time to
relax
before they give us the assignments they've been piling up before
Christmas
break... ><).......i have so much time to just sit and read and write
^^
**hopefully good ones too**

i am a stargem fan **waves to stargem** and hoping to be as good
someday ^^

oh...by the way.....since i'm not that good with grammars, could
someone
edit my fics? So that it won't be such a shame to publicize it with
errors.......

so here it is......standard disclaimers apply

This is sort of the continuation of my Christmas fic………

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Quatre looked at the Maganacs and his fellow pilots from his
position
beside the hangar door.

**Everyone seems to be having a good time……..Even Heero.** Quatre
smiled at the thought as he glanced at the Wing pilot’s less guarded
features. He opened the hangar door and entered the lounge where the
rest of
the food and gifts were placed.

He walked out to the balcony and stared at the dark night. The
wind was
cold because of the snowstorm last night and he shivered. He rubbed his
arms
and sighed, **Should’ve taken a coat with me.**

He could still hear the muffled sounds of the party going on behind
the
hangar door and he smiled. **Hard to imagine that there’s a war going
on out
there……** His smile dropped then, when he remembered what they have to
do in
the next few hours. Christmas Day and the five of them have to execute
the
mission while the rest of the world celebrates.

He envied the little kids who are celebrating that very night with
their
own families. He envied the common people who are still very much
naïve to
the war occurring under their very noses. He felt sorry for those who
have
died innocently. He felt sorry for his father who died mercilessly. He
felt
sorry for the people who lost so much for the war. He felt guilt to
those
he had killed for the war. He felt guilt knowing that those he had
killed
also had a family of their own. It was not fair! No one wins in any
war!
His fellow pilots lost too much of their innocence because of this
pointless
and endless war. 15-year-olds aren’t supposed to be on battlegrounds.
They
were supposed to be enjoying the rest of their childhood, and most of
them
didn’t have much of the childhood they should’ve had. All because of
the
war! They’re all alone, no matter what, they’ll always be different
from
everybody…even if the war ends, and they’ll always be alone………

The silence of the night accompanied his melancholy and anger. He
continued to shiver from the cold and his raging emotions that he’s
fighting
hard to control. Something warm enveloped him, **a coat** his mind
registered, then he felt the hands that accompanied the coat.
He looked at the person who gave him the warmth that he needed that
very
moment and embraced the warmth.

Trowa just hugged him closer……**…maybe not…** Quatre finished his
earlier thoughts and leaned on the embrace.
They stayed that way, embracing silently and looking out as the first
rays
of dawn touched the horizon.

“Merry Christmas.” Trowa whispered to Quatre’s ear.

“Merry Christmas.” Quatre answered as he closed his eyes to cherish
the
moment which may not happen again in the near future.

~@~ owari ~@~

 

Well, this is it.....^^ hope you liked it.

Merry Christmas!! Have a nice holiday with your loved ones and cherish
the
moment.

~~michiru