GREEN EYES
Desert Encounter
Trowa yawned. He wasn't used to this type of heat, and it was really getting to him. Sprawled out across the sofa, lazy was an extreme understatement for his current condition. He'd thought it would be fun to visit the desert with Quatre, but now, while he was trapped in the endless heat and sand for another week, Trowa was beginning to wish he hadn't gone at all. His friend did not seem to notice the heat, and he was as happy and active as ever. Today, Quatre and his Maganacs had gone into the nearest city to pick up supplies. Apparently, a trip by camel was being planned... Trowa yawned again, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Damn, how was he going to survive on a camel out there, without a fan?! Not that the fan really helped... Quatre had rented them a tiny room in a run down motel on the edge of some village with a name Trowa could not pronounce. Eventually, he let it slip from his mind completely and decided it didn't need a name. I wish I had brought HeavyArms, he thought suddenly, it would be nice and cool in there. Slowly pulling himself to his feet, Trowa stretched. It was going to be hard, but somehow he had to DO something, sitting around was getting boring. Maybe I should have gone along with Quatre after all.
As he made his way into the tiny kitchen area, Trowa shoved his hair back. The heat was literally starting to make him wilt! Passing by the one dusty window, something caught Trowa's eye and made him stop. Running his hand over the glass to clear a view-hole, Trowa felt his eyes widen. A lone figure was walking against the wind and seemed to be over heating, and then, the figure collapsed. Trowa found himself hurrying to the door, without even realizing he had moved. What am I doing? he wondered, as he opened the only door and squinted against the brightness. Rushing out into the sand, Trowa shielded his face from the gusts of dirt filled wind, and began to run towards the fallen person. Trowa reached what looked like a scraggly girl in a black traveling cloak, he dropped to his knees. Ignoring the scorching sun on his back, Trowa carefully turned the person over... and gasped.
It was a girl (a very beautiful one at that), probably his own age. He could see strands of her dark brown hair poking out from under the cloak over her head.
" H-hey, are you okay??" Trowa asked quietly, not really expecting an answer. The girl was unconscious. Running a hand over her forehead, Trowa noticed that she was burning up with fever. It was then that he again felt the sweat trickling down his face and realized that he was almost baking in the sun. Without really contemplating his actions, Trowa scooped the girl up in his arms, surprised at how light she was, and hurried toward the motel room. "I've got to get you cooled down," he said to the girl, rushing into the room, leaving the door wide open behind him.
Cold... cold... she felt something cold! She moaned slightly, willing her exhausted limbs to work. She didn't have to, it appeared that something was already holding her up. Snapping to consciousness, she could feel the cold water slipping over her bare skin... and the warm arms around her waist... Her eyes shot open.
She was in a shower, her clothes were gone, except for her bra and underwear... and someone was holding on to her! "L-l-let go-" Her voice failed her. Turning her head to the side, she saw that it was a young man behind her, holding her under the cool flow of water. His clothes were soaked, he'd obviously been quite concerned with cooling her off quickly. She knew she had a fever, and she was thankful that the brown haired boy was there to hold her weak body up. She struggled to turn her head to see his face, but his hair had fallen down over his eyes, blocking her view. "?W-w-?" she mumbled, but he raised a hand from around her waist and put it against her lips.
"Shh, don't worry, you'll be okay." he said. "Don't talk, save your strength." She nodded and let her body go limp against his. For some reason, she finally felt safe with the strange boy. If only it were true... As the cold water continued to glide over her body, the fever over took her again and she fell into unconsciousness.
God she's beautiful, Trowa thought as he carried the girl from the shower. The water had been so cold that he'd begun to shiver, but as soon as he'd shut the tap off, the heat returned and his sopping clothes hung uncomfortably against him. Dripping water everywhere, Trowa gently laid the girl on one of the beds, then hurried to the kitchen to get something for her to drink. When he came back to the bed with a glass of water, he saw that her eyes were open. They were green, just like his own. As he sat beside her, Trowa gently lifted her shoulders then held the glass to her pink lips. "Drink this," he said softly. She did as she was told without any complaint, and when he pressed the 2 pills to her mouth, she took those also. "For the fever," he assured, not mentioning that one of the pills would soon knock her back into unconsciousness. She looked like she could really use the rest... Carefully lowering her back down onto the pillows, Trowa thought to himself with mild amusement, Since when did I become a caring, motherly figure? His gaze met hers and she smiled weakly. Trowa's face remained blank. "Thank you," she whispered, her words somewhat slurred. The medication was beginning to work. Trowa simply nodded and stayed silent. Reaching a delicate hand, the girl gently pushed his sopping bangs aside, revealing his entire face, and she smiled again. Trowa's response was to blink, and then watch as her eyes slowly shut and she fell asleep. "You're welcome," he said when he was sure that she wouldn't hear. Sitting on the bed beside her, creating a giant puddle, Trowa found he couldn't take his eyes off of her face, it was oddly familiar, like someone he knew, but the green eyes made it impossible. Finally, with difficulty, he tore his gaze away and stood up. Damn, he'd made quite a mess, better clean up. Pulling his wet shirt and pants off, Trowa walked into the washroom only in his boxers. After mopping up some of the water from the washroom floor, and hanging his clothes to dry, Trowa went back into the main room to get some dry clothes. Just as he stepped into the room, a voice cried, "Oh!"and Trowa jumped. He'd forgotten to close the front door...
"Trowa?" the fair hared boy in the doorway asked, sounding shocked. His blue eyes moved from the half naked girl in the bed to his half naked friend standing at the edge of it. His cheeks instantly warmed, and the boy turned to leave the room, mumbling, "Sorry, I didn't know you were occupied."
It took Trowa a moment to understand. His eyes widened, and then he hurried to already closing door. "Quatre! Wait, no this isn't- isn't-" he didn't know what to say. Pulling the door open, Trowa grabbed his friend by the arm. "Hey! Quatre, come back, I'll explain." The Maganacs were piling into their own room, and watched with wonder as Quatre stopped. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice ever so innocent. The Maganacs turned to look at the sparsely clothed Trowa, who nodded. "Okay," Quatre said, sounding somewhat relieved. Smiling, he walked back into the room and shut the door. As his eyes fell on the girl, he asked, "So what exactly is this, then?" Trowa let out one of his rare laughs. "Uh, I don't quite know it all myself. I found her, saved her, I guess. She was all wrapped up in a cloak, coming from open desert, although i thought that i saw a truck over the horizon behind her. I saw her collapse and..." he paused, taking it all in himself. "ran out to help her. She had a fever so I decided I had to cool her down."
Quatre listened intently, hiding his surprise at his friend's heroics. When Trowa finished, Quatre looked back at the girl and said, "I see. Strange, very strange... I wonder where she would be coming from? There aren't any other towns that way." He paused and let his eyes meet Trowa's. "Can we trust her?" Trowa blinked. "I don't see why not-" "Are you sure? It just seems odd-"
Since when was Quatre so untrusting? "I'm pretty sure. I don't think she could fake the fever..." He stopped, thinking of some of the things his own friend Heero Yuy 'SHOULDN'T' have been able to do. "No, she's just some poor girl who somehow got lost in the desert and ended up with heat stroke. That has to be it." Quatre nodded in agreement. "Right Trowa, I trust your judgment." He smiled at his friend and asked, "Do you know her name?" Trowa shook his head. ? No, I-?
"It's Candy,"
Both boys spun around to see the girl slowly sitting up on the bed. But how? Trowa thought, That medication should have kept her out for hours, only Heero could have fought that dose of sleeping pills......
"My name is Candy Yuy,?" her voice was warm and light, with a slight English accent, Both Quatre and Trowa continued to stare at her as she ran a hand through her long brown hair. "What? Is something wrong?" she asked finally. Quatre blushed and Trowa looked away. Lowering her gaze, Candy realized that she was nearly naked. "Oh! I see, you boys aren't used to having girls around!" She let out a laugh and wrapped the blanket around herself. "Do you guys have anything I could wear? My tank top and skirt over there aren't all that appealing anymore." Finally snapping out of it, Quatre stepped forward. "Of course! Sorry for the, uh, awkwardness, we just- " he stopped, but she smiled as if she understood. "Anyhow, I am Quatre Raberba Winner, and this is my friend Trowa Barton. Pardon his cold exterior, he never shows more emotion than this." Candy's green eyes stopped on Trowa. "He seemed pretty concerned with saving me!" she said, winking at him. Trowa just blinked.
"Well, I am sure I can find you something to wear! It won't exactly be flattering for a lady, but,"
"Thank you Quatre, whatever you have will be fine." She gave him a warm smile. Quatre beamed and hurried over to his suitcase in the corner.
Standing in the middle of the room, Trowa was lost deep in thought. How could she be so alert already? The pill should have knocked her out! Maybe Quatre was right to doubt her... but her last name was Yuy, surely not Yuy, as in Heero Yuy. But the hair, the eyes, their all different. Also, Heero most definitely wasn't English. But, Heero didn't have a sister, did he?
"Trowa, huh?" she asked, bringing him back to reality. "You are the one who saved me, right?" He nodded. "Okay, guess I owe you then." "No you don't. I just did what was... right." "Ah, you can speak after all! I was beginning to think I'd imagined it." she teased. Trowa didn't reply. After a moment, Candy said, "Well," but then fell silent again. The two remained awkwardly quiet until Quatre returned from his suitcase.
Carrying an oversized white t-shirt, that he most likely had never worn, Quatre said, "This is all that I have that would be suitable for lounging in." He handed her the shirt, keeping a good distance from the bed. Candy pulled the shirt on and slowly stood up and stretched. The shirt hung on her thin body... which suddenly seemed too thin to Trowa, unhealthy even. "Thanks, it's great! Comfy!" she replied cheerily.
For someone who had just survived what could have ended up as death, Candy seemed too cheerful. Trowa turned his head as Quatre asked, "So how exactly did you get yourself lost in the desert?"
She didn't appear to panic at the question... "Well, I wasn't exactly lost." she said. "I had been staying in a hotel in the city, I was there on a photo shoot." She smiled when both arched their eyebrows. "Yes, I am a model. Anyway, the photographer decided he wanted better scenery than the city, so we packed up and went out into the sand dunes. I had my first, and last experience on a camel there! We were out in the middle of nowhere, taking pictures, when these... bandits attacked us. I had been on a camel, and the stupid thing got scared and took off. I hung on for as long as I could, but I eventually fell off, with a bunch of blankets and no water. Thankfully, I had enough sense to cover myself, rather than trying to get a tan!" She paused and smiled at each boy in turn. "I know that now the big question is if I was doing a swimsuit shoot, and yes, I was. Notice the bikini line?"
Quatre blushed at the word. "So I-I suppose you just kept walking?" he asked
"Yes, until I finally got here. You know the rest of it." Candy let out a laugh. "Trowa, you look as if you don't believe me!" Trowa let his gaze meet hers, keeping his face a complete void. He stared, not saying a word. Finally, Quatre said nervously, "Don't worry Candy, like I said, don't expect much out of him. Hey, I'll bet you're hungry. Should I have something ordered?"
"Great! I'll run over to the restaurant and have something sent up. I'll be right back!" Quatre called as he rushed out the door, Candy stared, "Ok..."
Funny, a moment ago he thought she was a threat, now he's catering to her! Trowa thought in amusement.
"So what is it about me that you suddenly don't trust? Remember, you were the one who saved me in the first place!" While he had been watching Quatre leave, Candy had crept up right behind him. Turning around, Trowa asked, "What makes you think that?" She laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She was just too skinny... "Trowa, please. It is obvious that you don't believe my story. What, am I too ugly to be a model?" She tapped a finger on his bare chest. "Seriously, even if you are as quiet and stony as Quatre claims, the look on your face tells me enough."
"Candy," he said, looking into her eyes. She waited for him to say more, but he didn't. He continued to stare blankly at her. "Okay, fine!" she threw her hands up and turned away. "You win Trowa, all right? You are the King of No-Emotions! I won't force you to speak anymore, I'll just go sit on this side of the room by myself, and you go do whatever it is that you do." She stomped over to the chair beside the door and sat down. Trowa remained where he was, watching her silently. When she looked up and gave him a cold stare, Trowa finally turned away and left to get dressed.
When Trowa stepped out of the washroom, dressed in jeans and a loose blue shirt, he instantly noticed the aroma of food. The intense heat made it easy to forget about eating, and Trowa realized that he was famished. Quatre had returned with a tray of fruits and breads, and another with pizza. Leave it to Quatre to find pizza in the middle of the desert, Trowa thought. Walking over to the two chatting on one of the beds, suddenly best of friends, Trowa struggled to keep his blank face from growing angry. Quatre was the first not to trust Candy, and now he was acting as if he had known her for years! But I was the one who told him to believe her...
"Hey Trowa! Finally decided to join us?" Quatre asked with a warm smile. Candy kept her eyes down and said nothing as Trowa sat on the complete opposite side from her. Quatre looked from one to the other, then sighed. "Well, I see you two have gotten off to a great start. What did Trowa do, depress you, too?" Candy forced a smile. "No, no I don't think his 'depression' is contagious. But I'm afraid your friend doesn't trust me. He thinks I'm some sort of thief or murderer or something." Quatre arched an eyebrow, giving Trowa a 'But you told ME to trust her,' look. "Trowa," he said, "is that any way to treat a guest? A guest who nearly died, none the less!" Trowa's cheek twitched. When he raised his green eyes to look at his friend, Trowa muttered, "She seems pretty healthy to me." Candy frowned and snapped, "What does that mean? That I lied?" Trowa shifted his gaze to her. "I don?t know," He stopped, looking as though he were going back into his spell of silence, then surprised them all by asking, "Don't you think it's a little strange that one minute you were unconscious and the next you're up and... perky? And," Trowa said, going for a record, "I find it really strange that you are fully alert after I gave you a pill that should have put you out for hours!"
Candy and Quatre stared at him in shock. Quatre slowly looked over to the girl beside him and then moved away to sit closer to Trowa. Candy laughed at this. "What?! You guys think I'm dangerous?!" "I-I don?t know Candy. I- if Trowa feels this strongly about y-you..." he trailed off.
Desert Encounter
Trowa yawned. He wasn't used to this type of heat, and it was really getting to him. Sprawled out across the sofa, lazy was an extreme understatement for his current condition. He'd thought it would be fun to visit the desert with Quatre, but now, while he was trapped in the endless heat and sand for another week, Trowa was beginning to wish he hadn't gone at all. His friend did not seem to notice the heat, and he was as happy and active as ever. Today, Quatre and his Maganacs had gone into the nearest city to pick up supplies. Apparently, a trip by camel was being planned... Trowa yawned again, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Damn, how was he going to survive on a camel out there, without a fan?! Not that the fan really helped... Quatre had rented them a tiny room in a run down motel on the edge of some village with a name Trowa could not pronounce. Eventually, he let it slip from his mind completely and decided it didn't need a name. I wish I had brought HeavyArms, he thought suddenly, it would be nice and cool in there. Slowly pulling himself to his feet, Trowa stretched. It was going to be hard, but somehow he had to DO something, sitting around was getting boring. Maybe I should have gone along with Quatre after all.
As he made his way into the tiny kitchen area, Trowa shoved his hair back. The heat was literally starting to make him wilt! Passing by the one dusty window, something caught Trowa's eye and made him stop. Running his hand over the glass to clear a view-hole, Trowa felt his eyes widen. A lone figure was walking against the wind and seemed to be over heating, and then, the figure collapsed. Trowa found himself hurrying to the door, without even realizing he had moved. What am I doing? he wondered, as he opened the only door and squinted against the brightness. Rushing out into the sand, Trowa shielded his face from the gusts of dirt filled wind, and began to run towards the fallen person. Trowa reached what looked like a scraggly girl in a black traveling cloak, he dropped to his knees. Ignoring the scorching sun on his back, Trowa carefully turned the person over... and gasped.
It was a girl (a very beautiful one at that), probably his own age. He could see strands of her dark brown hair poking out from under the cloak over her head.
" H-hey, are you okay??" Trowa asked quietly, not really expecting an answer. The girl was unconscious. Running a hand over her forehead, Trowa noticed that she was burning up with fever. It was then that he again felt the sweat trickling down his face and realized that he was almost baking in the sun. Without really contemplating his actions, Trowa scooped the girl up in his arms, surprised at how light she was, and hurried toward the motel room. "I've got to get you cooled down," he said to the girl, rushing into the room, leaving the door wide open behind him.
Cold... cold... she felt something cold! She moaned slightly, willing her exhausted limbs to work. She didn't have to, it appeared that something was already holding her up. Snapping to consciousness, she could feel the cold water slipping over her bare skin... and the warm arms around her waist... Her eyes shot open.
She was in a shower, her clothes were gone, except for her bra and underwear... and someone was holding on to her! "L-l-let go-" Her voice failed her. Turning her head to the side, she saw that it was a young man behind her, holding her under the cool flow of water. His clothes were soaked, he'd obviously been quite concerned with cooling her off quickly. She knew she had a fever, and she was thankful that the brown haired boy was there to hold her weak body up. She struggled to turn her head to see his face, but his hair had fallen down over his eyes, blocking her view. "?W-w-?" she mumbled, but he raised a hand from around her waist and put it against her lips.
"Shh, don't worry, you'll be okay." he said. "Don't talk, save your strength." She nodded and let her body go limp against his. For some reason, she finally felt safe with the strange boy. If only it were true... As the cold water continued to glide over her body, the fever over took her again and she fell into unconsciousness.
God she's beautiful, Trowa thought as he carried the girl from the shower. The water had been so cold that he'd begun to shiver, but as soon as he'd shut the tap off, the heat returned and his sopping clothes hung uncomfortably against him. Dripping water everywhere, Trowa gently laid the girl on one of the beds, then hurried to the kitchen to get something for her to drink. When he came back to the bed with a glass of water, he saw that her eyes were open. They were green, just like his own. As he sat beside her, Trowa gently lifted her shoulders then held the glass to her pink lips. "Drink this," he said softly. She did as she was told without any complaint, and when he pressed the 2 pills to her mouth, she took those also. "For the fever," he assured, not mentioning that one of the pills would soon knock her back into unconsciousness. She looked like she could really use the rest... Carefully lowering her back down onto the pillows, Trowa thought to himself with mild amusement, Since when did I become a caring, motherly figure? His gaze met hers and she smiled weakly. Trowa's face remained blank. "Thank you," she whispered, her words somewhat slurred. The medication was beginning to work. Trowa simply nodded and stayed silent. Reaching a delicate hand, the girl gently pushed his sopping bangs aside, revealing his entire face, and she smiled again. Trowa's response was to blink, and then watch as her eyes slowly shut and she fell asleep. "You're welcome," he said when he was sure that she wouldn't hear. Sitting on the bed beside her, creating a giant puddle, Trowa found he couldn't take his eyes off of her face, it was oddly familiar, like someone he knew, but the green eyes made it impossible. Finally, with difficulty, he tore his gaze away and stood up. Damn, he'd made quite a mess, better clean up. Pulling his wet shirt and pants off, Trowa walked into the washroom only in his boxers. After mopping up some of the water from the washroom floor, and hanging his clothes to dry, Trowa went back into the main room to get some dry clothes. Just as he stepped into the room, a voice cried, "Oh!"and Trowa jumped. He'd forgotten to close the front door...
"Trowa?" the fair hared boy in the doorway asked, sounding shocked. His blue eyes moved from the half naked girl in the bed to his half naked friend standing at the edge of it. His cheeks instantly warmed, and the boy turned to leave the room, mumbling, "Sorry, I didn't know you were occupied."
It took Trowa a moment to understand. His eyes widened, and then he hurried to already closing door. "Quatre! Wait, no this isn't- isn't-" he didn't know what to say. Pulling the door open, Trowa grabbed his friend by the arm. "Hey! Quatre, come back, I'll explain." The Maganacs were piling into their own room, and watched with wonder as Quatre stopped. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice ever so innocent. The Maganacs turned to look at the sparsely clothed Trowa, who nodded. "Okay," Quatre said, sounding somewhat relieved. Smiling, he walked back into the room and shut the door. As his eyes fell on the girl, he asked, "So what exactly is this, then?" Trowa let out one of his rare laughs. "Uh, I don't quite know it all myself. I found her, saved her, I guess. She was all wrapped up in a cloak, coming from open desert, although i thought that i saw a truck over the horizon behind her. I saw her collapse and..." he paused, taking it all in himself. "ran out to help her. She had a fever so I decided I had to cool her down."
Quatre listened intently, hiding his surprise at his friend's heroics. When Trowa finished, Quatre looked back at the girl and said, "I see. Strange, very strange... I wonder where she would be coming from? There aren't any other towns that way." He paused and let his eyes meet Trowa's. "Can we trust her?" Trowa blinked. "I don't see why not-" "Are you sure? It just seems odd-"
Since when was Quatre so untrusting? "I'm pretty sure. I don't think she could fake the fever..." He stopped, thinking of some of the things his own friend Heero Yuy 'SHOULDN'T' have been able to do. "No, she's just some poor girl who somehow got lost in the desert and ended up with heat stroke. That has to be it." Quatre nodded in agreement. "Right Trowa, I trust your judgment." He smiled at his friend and asked, "Do you know her name?" Trowa shook his head. ? No, I-?
"It's Candy,"
Both boys spun around to see the girl slowly sitting up on the bed. But how? Trowa thought, That medication should have kept her out for hours, only Heero could have fought that dose of sleeping pills......
"My name is Candy Yuy,?" her voice was warm and light, with a slight English accent, Both Quatre and Trowa continued to stare at her as she ran a hand through her long brown hair. "What? Is something wrong?" she asked finally. Quatre blushed and Trowa looked away. Lowering her gaze, Candy realized that she was nearly naked. "Oh! I see, you boys aren't used to having girls around!" She let out a laugh and wrapped the blanket around herself. "Do you guys have anything I could wear? My tank top and skirt over there aren't all that appealing anymore." Finally snapping out of it, Quatre stepped forward. "Of course! Sorry for the, uh, awkwardness, we just- " he stopped, but she smiled as if she understood. "Anyhow, I am Quatre Raberba Winner, and this is my friend Trowa Barton. Pardon his cold exterior, he never shows more emotion than this." Candy's green eyes stopped on Trowa. "He seemed pretty concerned with saving me!" she said, winking at him. Trowa just blinked.
"Well, I am sure I can find you something to wear! It won't exactly be flattering for a lady, but,"
"Thank you Quatre, whatever you have will be fine." She gave him a warm smile. Quatre beamed and hurried over to his suitcase in the corner.
Standing in the middle of the room, Trowa was lost deep in thought. How could she be so alert already? The pill should have knocked her out! Maybe Quatre was right to doubt her... but her last name was Yuy, surely not Yuy, as in Heero Yuy. But the hair, the eyes, their all different. Also, Heero most definitely wasn't English. But, Heero didn't have a sister, did he?
"Trowa, huh?" she asked, bringing him back to reality. "You are the one who saved me, right?" He nodded. "Okay, guess I owe you then." "No you don't. I just did what was... right." "Ah, you can speak after all! I was beginning to think I'd imagined it." she teased. Trowa didn't reply. After a moment, Candy said, "Well," but then fell silent again. The two remained awkwardly quiet until Quatre returned from his suitcase.
Carrying an oversized white t-shirt, that he most likely had never worn, Quatre said, "This is all that I have that would be suitable for lounging in." He handed her the shirt, keeping a good distance from the bed. Candy pulled the shirt on and slowly stood up and stretched. The shirt hung on her thin body... which suddenly seemed too thin to Trowa, unhealthy even. "Thanks, it's great! Comfy!" she replied cheerily.
For someone who had just survived what could have ended up as death, Candy seemed too cheerful. Trowa turned his head as Quatre asked, "So how exactly did you get yourself lost in the desert?"
She didn't appear to panic at the question... "Well, I wasn't exactly lost." she said. "I had been staying in a hotel in the city, I was there on a photo shoot." She smiled when both arched their eyebrows. "Yes, I am a model. Anyway, the photographer decided he wanted better scenery than the city, so we packed up and went out into the sand dunes. I had my first, and last experience on a camel there! We were out in the middle of nowhere, taking pictures, when these... bandits attacked us. I had been on a camel, and the stupid thing got scared and took off. I hung on for as long as I could, but I eventually fell off, with a bunch of blankets and no water. Thankfully, I had enough sense to cover myself, rather than trying to get a tan!" She paused and smiled at each boy in turn. "I know that now the big question is if I was doing a swimsuit shoot, and yes, I was. Notice the bikini line?"
Quatre blushed at the word. "So I-I suppose you just kept walking?" he asked
"Yes, until I finally got here. You know the rest of it." Candy let out a laugh. "Trowa, you look as if you don't believe me!" Trowa let his gaze meet hers, keeping his face a complete void. He stared, not saying a word. Finally, Quatre said nervously, "Don't worry Candy, like I said, don't expect much out of him. Hey, I'll bet you're hungry. Should I have something ordered?"
"Great! I'll run over to the restaurant and have something sent up. I'll be right back!" Quatre called as he rushed out the door, Candy stared, "Ok..."
Funny, a moment ago he thought she was a threat, now he's catering to her! Trowa thought in amusement.
"So what is it about me that you suddenly don't trust? Remember, you were the one who saved me in the first place!" While he had been watching Quatre leave, Candy had crept up right behind him. Turning around, Trowa asked, "What makes you think that?" She laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She was just too skinny... "Trowa, please. It is obvious that you don't believe my story. What, am I too ugly to be a model?" She tapped a finger on his bare chest. "Seriously, even if you are as quiet and stony as Quatre claims, the look on your face tells me enough."
"Candy," he said, looking into her eyes. She waited for him to say more, but he didn't. He continued to stare blankly at her. "Okay, fine!" she threw her hands up and turned away. "You win Trowa, all right? You are the King of No-Emotions! I won't force you to speak anymore, I'll just go sit on this side of the room by myself, and you go do whatever it is that you do." She stomped over to the chair beside the door and sat down. Trowa remained where he was, watching her silently. When she looked up and gave him a cold stare, Trowa finally turned away and left to get dressed.
When Trowa stepped out of the washroom, dressed in jeans and a loose blue shirt, he instantly noticed the aroma of food. The intense heat made it easy to forget about eating, and Trowa realized that he was famished. Quatre had returned with a tray of fruits and breads, and another with pizza. Leave it to Quatre to find pizza in the middle of the desert, Trowa thought. Walking over to the two chatting on one of the beds, suddenly best of friends, Trowa struggled to keep his blank face from growing angry. Quatre was the first not to trust Candy, and now he was acting as if he had known her for years! But I was the one who told him to believe her...
"Hey Trowa! Finally decided to join us?" Quatre asked with a warm smile. Candy kept her eyes down and said nothing as Trowa sat on the complete opposite side from her. Quatre looked from one to the other, then sighed. "Well, I see you two have gotten off to a great start. What did Trowa do, depress you, too?" Candy forced a smile. "No, no I don't think his 'depression' is contagious. But I'm afraid your friend doesn't trust me. He thinks I'm some sort of thief or murderer or something." Quatre arched an eyebrow, giving Trowa a 'But you told ME to trust her,' look. "Trowa," he said, "is that any way to treat a guest? A guest who nearly died, none the less!" Trowa's cheek twitched. When he raised his green eyes to look at his friend, Trowa muttered, "She seems pretty healthy to me." Candy frowned and snapped, "What does that mean? That I lied?" Trowa shifted his gaze to her. "I don?t know," He stopped, looking as though he were going back into his spell of silence, then surprised them all by asking, "Don't you think it's a little strange that one minute you were unconscious and the next you're up and... perky? And," Trowa said, going for a record, "I find it really strange that you are fully alert after I gave you a pill that should have put you out for hours!"
Candy and Quatre stared at him in shock. Quatre slowly looked over to the girl beside him and then moved away to sit closer to Trowa. Candy laughed at this. "What?! You guys think I'm dangerous?!" "I-I don?t know Candy. I- if Trowa feels this strongly about y-you..." he trailed off.