Author: Zazu
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Trowa POV
Pairings: 3+4+3
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence.
Notes: Inspired by misao_duo's prompt, "can somebody tell me why I'm still on my own if there's a soulmate for everyone?" I know that somehow, writing this prompt with a 3+4 pairing would surprise...a lot of people. I'm guessing you'd expect me to write Heero and Duo into here (believe me, they are most certainly soulmates in my perspective!) But I certainly don't regret writing this prompt with Trowa and Quatre, because I believe that they belong together, too. So here it is!
Soulmate
When I heard that Cathy was engaged, I was extremely happy for her. He was the trapeze artist that entered the circus a year and a half ago, and they had hit it off right away.
I had left the circus half a year ago to join the Preventers, just for a change of scenery and because of Commander Une's offer. The war was over but still fresh in the minds of virtually everyone, and that meant there were terrorists to weed out, people who were not ready to submit to the outcome.
I listened as Cathy raved on about how she had found her soulmate. She told me that they shared many common interests and experiences, yet were different enough to fill in for one another. When I asked her what really told her that she had found her soulmate, her voice became soft when she told me what were perhaps the most clich¨¦ words I'd ever heard.
He completes me, Trowa.
What does that mean? What was it like to be with someone, to love someone? Did it mean being similar enough so that there would be a mutual understanding for everything? Or did it mean that there were enough differences to keep things interesting?
Cathy told me that perhaps it was different for everyone, but she hoped that one day, I would understand what it really felt like. In other words, she prayed that I would find my own soulmate too.
If a soulmate makes up your other half that implies you are incomplete to begin with. So, can somebody tell me why I'm still on my own if there's a soulmate for everyone?
I grew up without a name, my first memories being that of running errands for some mercenaries. I don't know about loving someone, and I don't know about being complete or not, but I knew the feeling of loneliness very well, even if it took me a long time to put a name to that feeling.
The loneliness eased when I met the other pilots, and when I worked at the circus. But aside from being comrades, I tried not to form close ties with anyone. We were in the middle of the war, and losing someone, or being that someone who was lost, would be much, much more painful if anyone had a close relationship.
That was why I turned away from the one person who made me forget the war; hell, made me forget where I was when he simply turned his eyes upon me. I turned my back and walked away from him, even though he told me that he hoped we would meet again in the future.
He had made sure to keep in contact while I was at the circus and visited when he could. And when I joined the Preventers, I had the opportunity to see him because he worked as a part time consultant. And even then, all he had to do was look at me and I would lose focus of everything but him.
It probably wasn't a surprise that he approached me, albeit shyly, three months later. I accepted the invitation to dinner and we spent time talking about the past and the present and a little about the future. Rather, he talked a little more while I listened; I couldn't help it. It wasn't only due to my quieter personality; I couldn't help but be completely caught up in his voice. I wanted to hear everything he had to say, and more.
He made me laugh when I least expected it and he would blush a little when I did, but by Gods his smile was a beautiful sight and his laughter a precious sound.
And after our third dinner, as I drove him home in my sedan, I startled him by reaching over and taking his hand. His fingers immediately tangled with mine and he shot me a look, but I concentrated on the road. The squeeze on my hand warmed me, and I invited him to accompany me to Cathy's wedding, even though I was the best man and he'd have to sit in the audience.
I stood by him as I watched Cathy slow-dance amongst other couples, our arms touching. I gave his forearm a brief squeeze and whispered my thanks for his company.
He returned the gesture and told me that it was his pleasure. I listened when he laughed softly, seeing my new brother-in-law suddenly dip Cathy down low and kiss her smiling lips, and I laughed with him because the sound was so contagious.
With another two spins the dance ended and Cathy's eyes found mine. She approached, thanking my companion for coming to her wedding and accepting his congratulations along with a hug. Over his shoulder, Cathy gave me a soft, knowing smile that I returned.
Then, she hugged me tight, whispering a soft 'good luck' in my ear before she was whisked away by another friend.
Aquamarine eyes looked at me, head tilted up and slightly to the side as he contemplated what it was that Cathy could have said to me.
I only smiled, and I think it startled both of us when I reached out and drew him close into my embrace so that I could bury my nose into the soft, blonde locks by his ear.
He called my name in a questioning tone, his hands on my waist in confusion. I didn't let him go and squeezed him a little tighter until his arms were wrapped around me.
In that single moment, I marvelled at the way he fit so comfortably, so perfectly against me, and I knew then that my soulmate was in my arms, even though we hadn't gone beyond a few dinner dates, hadn't shared a single kiss. I knew it from just this simple, complex, indescribable feeling, even though we hadn't said a single word, hadn't professed our love for one another.
And I realized that maybe, just maybe, loneliness would never find me again.
OWARI
Back to Zazu's Fanfictions Page