What of the future?
By
Weissangel24
09/05/04
Warnings: R Shounen ai (possibly full blown Yaoi- though any lemons will not be posted here), language, violence, abuse, attempted rape, mpreg
Disclaimer: Don't own them, wish I did.
Got no money, Wish I did.
I am the reigning self-nominated
Queen of Sap!
And very proud of it.
Timeline: Several years after E.W.
The guys are in their early twenties.
Comments and Criticisms are welcomed, just please don't be nasty about them.
A/N This is just an idea I've been toying with for a while.
Never done anything like this before.
Let me know what you think, 'kay?
Weissangel24
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Prologue
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"Tag, you're it!" A boy laughed as he reached out and brushed the shoulder of another boy.
"You better run, Abby!" The new tagger warned, "I'm gonna get you!"
"You have to move faster than that, Tommy!" The girl dared as she jumped just out of reach.
"Nah-uh! I'm the fastest runner of all!" The boy boasted, putting an extra ounce of speed into his stubby little legs.
Abby squealed and ran to hide behind the first boy, "Eddie! Save me!"
"Save you?" The boy questioned, a smile spread across his face, "Who will save me?"
"No one!" Tommy roared, pretending to be a vicious dinosaur, "I'm gonna eat ya both!"
"AAAAhHH" Abby shrieked as the boy tackled her and began to tickle her, "LET GO!" she pleaded between gasps of air and hysterical laughter. "S-STOP!"
"Give up?" The boy demanded.
"YES!" The girl relented, collapsing back against the grass as the boy ceased his assault. "You're mean, you know that, Tommy?"
"Nah." The boy grinned, offering her a hand to her feet. "I'm just playin."
"You want to go play on the swings?" Eddie asked, pulling on his friends' hands, "I bet I can swing higher than you!"
"Yeah, right!"
"Last one there is a rotten egg!"
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Trowa watched the smaller man, as he in turn watched a group of children playing on the playground, across the park from where they sat. The blonde had a sad smile on his face, as he watched the antics of the kids.
"Koi?" The banged man asked, not for the first time. It seemed this was becoming a habit for his lover; to go to the park and watch the children play with a sad smile on his face.
Quatre sighed, then stood, stretching. "It's getting late." He said in a quiet tone, "We should head home." And then he would leave. Not waiting for his lover to catch up to him.
Trowa sat on the bench a moment longer, staring after the smaller man. 'Something's wrong, Quat. . .' he thought to himself, 'I'll find out what. . .'
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To be continued. . .
A/N Let me know what you think?