Ok, I don't have a name for this one yet... if anyone
has any suggestions by the time they're finished
reading, I'd be happy to consider them!

warning: might be considered OOC, because this is
my first fic, no
yaoi lemons or anything, just shounen
ai suggestions. There will also be crappy grammar,
because I suck at
writing. But I decided to give fic
writing a try, so you all get to experience my
crappy grammar!
Mwahahahaha!!
.....
*ahem*

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Untitled
Marki-chan
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He was alone in the cold, uncaring darkness. There was
no one standing beside him, no one to touch, to hold.
Nobody to call out to when he felt alone and insecure.
He was alone now. The opressing darkness seemed to
swallow him, engulfing everything that he had held
dear. It took all of his strength just to utter one
word:
"Quatre..."

He struggled with his voice to say that name. The name
which meant so much to him, yet it was impossible for
him to express just how much something so
insignificant as a name meant to him.

"Quatre... Where are you? Why can't I see you?" The
words echoed on forever into the void as he searched
for his love, only to be replied by silence. He fell
to his knees as hopelessness and despair filled him
completely. Shutting his eyes tightly, the tears began
to fall as he sobbed through clenced teeth.

"I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely, "I didn't want any
of this to happen."

His sorrow had now fully consumed him, and he became
increasingly less aware of the surrounding darkness.
then, like mist creeping out of a lake, a familiar
voice raeched through the darkness to kiss his ear.

"Trowa...." the voice called gently.

His heart began to falter as he realized who the voice
belonged to. A vision of sun-drenched, blonde hair and
clear, blue eyes surfaced in his mind, and for an
instant, it paralyzed him. The vision quickly faded as
he attempted to free himself from his state of shock,
but he could not regain his senses. Groping in the
darkness, he began to search for the origin of the
voice.

"Quatre," he called. He had intended to say the name
with determination but the quivering of his voice
betrayed his fraility.
"Where are you? I can't hear you anymore..."

"Trowa..."

He wandered aimlessly for what seemed ages before he
realized that there was something taking form before
him. A grey, shapeless image was drifting only a few
meters away. As he continued to focus on it, he knew
what it was.
It was Quatre, just as Trowa had last seen him. He was
wearing the same grey uniform the OZ soldiers had made
him wear, though it was now torn and stained from the
numerous beatings and days of neglect. His once
beautiful, healthy hair was now disheveled with grime
and blood. His feet were bare on the cold metal floor.

As Trowa looked at the defeated image, he remembered
that there was something significant about the arms.
Something that made his heart ache whenever he looked
at them. Quatre's shirt sleeves were covered in blood.

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Ok, that's all I've written so far. C&C is definitely
welcome, considering this is my first fic. (just don't
hurt me, please!!)

(^_^)"

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