Doukeshi
By Katsumi Tonicha
Author's Pre-Story Rant: I think by now it's become obvious that I like to write about Trowa. Reason: He's my favorite. Okay then. Just a warning, this is a tear-jerker, so have a box of Kleenex ready. Just a warning. It had ME crying, and I'm the author!! Okay then. Moving right along...
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Trowa dropped to his knees and bowed his head. "Dear God," he began, "It's been a while. Sorry. Just..." He didn't know what to say. He never did, whether to God Almighty or to his own sister. He lifted his head and looked at the tombstones in front of him, adorned with the fresh flowers he had just put there.
"Just... Tell them they can rest in peace. Amen."
He blinked a few times, deciding if he should stand or not. He stood.
He was not done yet.
"I never knew you. You died for me, protecting Catherine and me. That's what she tells me." His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "A lot has happened. The war is over. I have done my best to avenge the death of those who died. You included. I found Catherine; she's taking goon care of me in a traveling circus, where we work." He smiled softly, lightly, one of the few times he ever did such a motion. "You should be happy to know that." The smile quickly faded. "I wish I knew you. I'm happy that I got to fight in the war and save lives. I've met many people, including four people that are as close to me as Catherine. They're like my brothers, those four. Heero, Duo, Quatre, and Wufei. They all have their reasons for fighting this war. I know none of them; they won't say and I won't ask. Quatre is especially kind to me. I'm not sure why. Maybe I remind him of the father he never knew. He was lost to the war as well. But Quatre... He saw it happen. He remembers it. It wasn't all that long ago, either. I feel so sorry for him, my dear friend.
"Duo talks. Duo talks a lot. He doesn't seem to like the silence. Maybe it reminds himself of something; like death. But that would be ironic for the God of Death, wouldn't it? I don't know. All I really know about Duo is that he really cares about someone; this girl named Hilde. She's like him in many ways; funny, kind, you know. Desperate and daring as well. She proved that to us.
"Heero cares for someone too, although quite differently. Her name is Relena. She's a pacifist, and is very fond of Heero. She chases him around all the time. I'm not sure of them. Heero hasn't killed her yet, so that's a good sign.
"Wufei fights for someone, although who I don't know. His past seems to be a shaky subject. I don't talk to him about it. Whoever he fights for, he loves. I think his, or her, name is Nataku, considering that's what he calls his Gundam, even though it's proper name is 'Shenlong'."
Trowa paused. He was almost done now.
"I wish I knew you, Mother, Father. Catherine took me here, and told me what she knew from research and remembered. And I only wish I knew you more. Mother... Father... Just know that Triton has found his way in the world." A tear slid down his cheek, betraying his expressionless face. It fell seemingly unnoticed.
Seemingly.
He stood up, and took one last look at the tombstones. Two large ones, one small one.
Katrana Bloom.
Christoph Bloom.
Triton Bloom.
"Trowa! There you...are..." Catherine slowed down when she saw where he was.
"They think I'm dead," he stated in his monotone voice, pointing at the smaller one.
"I didn't know you had survived, and had them put it up... Sorry," Catherine explained.
"We will have to get that fixed. I'm still alive." Trowa turned and walked away.
"Trowa..." Catherine called softly. "It's all right if you cry. I won't mind."
Trowa stopped. "No Cathy. I can't. I mustn't cry. I'm not supposed to." He continued to walk.
"Although a clown does know what a tear is," he whispered softly as another made its way slowly down his cheek.