Trowa stuffed his hands in his pockets and adjusted his book bag on his
back while walking down the quiet hallway of the school. He pushed open the
doors to the sights and sound of the city and had a bad yearning to be back
at the circus. The air was thick and sticky out side and it smelled thick
with tobacco smoke. He slowly walked through the groups of kids on the
street all laughing smoking but generally just having a good time. He
couldn't t relate the only good time he ever remembered was the heat of
battle where everything was straightforward and simple: kill or be killed.
He unlocked the door to his small apartment and looked around there was a small bed a desk full of papers a small window and a closet. He picked up the phone and called Quatre. Quatre had been staying on L_ and was ding pretty well for himself; the same went for all the other boys... Why was he having such a hard time fitting in?
" Hello." came the voice from the other line.
"Hey Quatre sup?"
"Oh, Hi Trowa everything's doing great! I am so busy. If anyone ever said running a colony was easy they where so wrong. So how's high school going?"
Trowa sighed, "Ok I guess... I mean I'm getting good grades and all but..."
Sensing that there was some thing wrong with his friend Quatre gently prodded him "but what Trowa?"
Trowa sighed again "Oh nothing" he replied cheering up a bit listen "I gota get ready for a meet K it was nice talking to you!"
A warning light went off it Quatre's room along with a siren "Ya I gota go too see ya"!
Trowa hung up the phone and opened up his closet door. He riffled through his few items of clothing and found his gym cloths. He dumped his schoolbooks into the bed and stuffed his Gym cloths into his bag. Trowa sat down on his bed and rifled through his books he really didn't feel like studying.
The phone rang and he picked it up, and he couldn't help the slow smile that crossed his face when he heard Catherine voice on the other line. She was the only reason he had stayed in school and hadn't dropped out.
"How's it going I just wanted to check up on you." Came Cathryne cheery voice.
"What are you my mother?" Trowa replied
"Oh you know you love me!" She exclaimed, "Any ways I just called to wish you luck at the tournament thingy. I know you'll win!"
"Ya right any ways it's not for wining its just tryouts!"
"Well I better get off the phone so you can get ready," sighed Catharine.
"See Ya"
Trowa hung up again, got dressed in some clean jeans and grabbed his bag off the bed. He locked the door behind him and started out back to the school.
Catherine found herself pondering the little talk why did she cling onto Trowa like that. Of course she cared about him but it seemed like there was something that she had forgotten... And suddenly there was pain.
Catherine fell onto her knees as the pain ripped through her head. The headaches seemed to get worse and happened more often every day now. She remembered being very small she was peeking at the sleeping form of her little brother in her fathers arms when it had happened, there where bombs all around then exploding and rocking there circus buggy to different sides. The carriage was over turned and she was flung from the wreck, she remembered flying through the air and then a loud boom behind her than...
Nothing.
The headache faded and she slowly stood up. Time to get ready for the show.
Trowa studied himself on the beam one wrong move could send him sprawling, But he had been in a lot worse situations than this. Trowa bent himself over and did a simple back flip to the end of the bar. He took one step forward and jumped. The air on his face felt good, he tucked himself into a ball and did a double flip and a twist before landing back on the rope. He breathed and let the tension leave his body. He tried to forget the eyes watching him and once again as he closed his eyes, He flipped onto his hands then...
He saw something...
Some thing indescribably...
Beautiful...
The rope swayed under him... Then all he felt was air.
He unlocked the door to his small apartment and looked around there was a small bed a desk full of papers a small window and a closet. He picked up the phone and called Quatre. Quatre had been staying on L_ and was ding pretty well for himself; the same went for all the other boys... Why was he having such a hard time fitting in?
" Hello." came the voice from the other line.
"Hey Quatre sup?"
"Oh, Hi Trowa everything's doing great! I am so busy. If anyone ever said running a colony was easy they where so wrong. So how's high school going?"
Trowa sighed, "Ok I guess... I mean I'm getting good grades and all but..."
Sensing that there was some thing wrong with his friend Quatre gently prodded him "but what Trowa?"
Trowa sighed again "Oh nothing" he replied cheering up a bit listen "I gota get ready for a meet K it was nice talking to you!"
A warning light went off it Quatre's room along with a siren "Ya I gota go too see ya"!
Trowa hung up the phone and opened up his closet door. He riffled through his few items of clothing and found his gym cloths. He dumped his schoolbooks into the bed and stuffed his Gym cloths into his bag. Trowa sat down on his bed and rifled through his books he really didn't feel like studying.
The phone rang and he picked it up, and he couldn't help the slow smile that crossed his face when he heard Catherine voice on the other line. She was the only reason he had stayed in school and hadn't dropped out.
"How's it going I just wanted to check up on you." Came Cathryne cheery voice.
"What are you my mother?" Trowa replied
"Oh you know you love me!" She exclaimed, "Any ways I just called to wish you luck at the tournament thingy. I know you'll win!"
"Ya right any ways it's not for wining its just tryouts!"
"Well I better get off the phone so you can get ready," sighed Catharine.
"See Ya"
Trowa hung up again, got dressed in some clean jeans and grabbed his bag off the bed. He locked the door behind him and started out back to the school.
Catherine found herself pondering the little talk why did she cling onto Trowa like that. Of course she cared about him but it seemed like there was something that she had forgotten... And suddenly there was pain.
Catherine fell onto her knees as the pain ripped through her head. The headaches seemed to get worse and happened more often every day now. She remembered being very small she was peeking at the sleeping form of her little brother in her fathers arms when it had happened, there where bombs all around then exploding and rocking there circus buggy to different sides. The carriage was over turned and she was flung from the wreck, she remembered flying through the air and then a loud boom behind her than...
Nothing.
The headache faded and she slowly stood up. Time to get ready for the show.
Trowa studied himself on the beam one wrong move could send him sprawling, But he had been in a lot worse situations than this. Trowa bent himself over and did a simple back flip to the end of the bar. He took one step forward and jumped. The air on his face felt good, he tucked himself into a ball and did a double flip and a twist before landing back on the rope. He breathed and let the tension leave his body. He tried to forget the eyes watching him and once again as he closed his eyes, He flipped onto his hands then...
He saw something...
Some thing indescribably...
Beautiful...
The rope swayed under him... Then all he felt was air.