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AN- Hi everyone! Thank you for sticking with me and being patient! I have to retype EVERYTHING cuz my disk is dead. Gr. Stupid unreliable floppies!

WARNINGS: Yaoi , OOCness, (Hey, it's my story, I can do what I want!) and abrupt ending! SLIGHT crossover with Rnama ½ if you squint REALLY hard.

Parings: 1/2 3/4 5/Ranma

Chapter 1

Trowa walked into Gundam, the little café where Wufie spent most of his time with his boyfriend/ the owner, Ranma. He could see why Wufie liked is so much. It was very cozy with its little round tables and comfy looking chairs. There was a little stage on one side and a counter for people to sit at to the right of it.

Duo was up on said stage singing. He was doing to dance him and Trowa had just worked on the other day. Trowa sat at a little table by a window. It wasn't too crowded, so it was quiet enough for him to read one of his favorite books, The Snow Garden by Christopher Rice. He was nearing the end of the book and was engrossed with the part when Randall found Jessie's cell phone.

"What can I get you?"

Trowa was startled out of his trance like state by a sweet male voice. Surprised, he glanced up and was trapped in the most beautiful sapphire eyes he had ever seen. He forgot the question and just stared at the blond beauty before him.

The waiter cleared his throat, feeling a bit uncomfortable, and repeated the question.

"Oh, uh, coffee, I guess" Trowa responded, still reeling.

"Sure" The waiter said and went to get it.

Trowa watched him go, wondering who that was and where he had been all Trowa's life.

When the waiter came back with his coffee, Trowa had regained his equilibrium and smiled into his eyes.

"Can I get you anything else?"

"Your name would be nice" Trowa answered smoothly.

"Quatre," he answered shyly "Quatre Winner."

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Quatre. I am Trowa Barton" he said quite charmingly.

"Nice to meet you."

Quatre then got a look at the book Trowa was reading. Trowa, seeing his interest, asked, "Have you read it before?"

"Yes, it's one of my favorites." Quatre responded, losing some of his shyness. "How far into it are you?" Trowa told him where he was in the book. "Ah. You're close to the end then."

"Do you read a lot?"

"Oh, yes. I love to read."

"Have you ever read Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice?"

"No, but I want to. I don't have much free time, trying to make a living and all, and when I do find the time to go buy it, I can never find it." Quatre told him dejectedly.

"Well," Trowa said thoughtfully "why don't you borrow my copy?"

"Oh, I couldn't deprive you of your copy!" Quatre exclaimed "I don't even know you!"

"I insist" Quatre hesitated. "Come on" Trowa cajoled, putting all of his persuasive powers into it. "I've already read it many times. You wouldn't be depriving me of anything."

"Well, alright. If you insist." Quatre caved. "Thank you. Oops! I better get back to work. I'll be back to check on you in a bit."

As Quatre went to see to another costumer Trowa tried to go back to reading his book, but found he could concentrate on nothing but the blond angel with the beautiful, yet somehow sad, sapphire blue eyes. He wondered what could possibly cause the beauty to have that sadness. He vowed silently to himself that he would find out what it was and make sure nothing ever caused that look in the other man's eyes ever again. No matter what.

When Quatre came back, Trowa asked when he could give him the book.

"Well, I'm here every day except Fridays from nine to five, so whenever." Quatre told him.

"O.K. I'll get it to you as soon as I can." Trowa promised.

"Take your time. There's no rush" he assured him.

Just then, Duo walked up to them.

"Yo, Trowa, my man, what are you doing here?" Duo asked cheerfully, slinging an arm over his shoulder.

"My friend's boyfriend owns the place." Trowa said, speaking to them both.

"You know Wufie?" Quat asked, surprised.

"Yeah, he's a good friend of mine."

"Oh!" Quat exclaimed in realization "You must be the Trowa he mentions sometimes!"

"Guilty." He smiled at the little blond.

Duo, who was watching the little exchange, got an evil smirk on his face. He could clearly see his choreographer's interest in his best friend and he approved.

Quatre turned to Duo. "How do you know Mr. Barton?" he asked cutely.

It was Trowa who answered. "Please call me Trowa… Mr. Barton makes me feel sooo old! And I am Duo's choreographer."

"Wow." Quatre said "Small world."

"Yeah." Duo agreed. "Well, come on Trowa, it's time to go to the studio so we can get to work."

Trowa looked at hi swatch. "Oh! I lost track of time. I was having such a wonderful conversation with Mr. Winner here." He sent Quatre a flirty smile.

"If I'm to call you 'Trowa' then you must call me Quatre, or Quat like Duo does." Quat said, blushing a bit.

"Sure." Trowa said, extraordinarily pleased with himself. "I'll bring that book to you soon."

"O.K. Thank you again. I guess I'll be seeing you soon then."

"Bye, Quat. See you later!" Duo called over his shoulder as he drug Trowa out of the café.

Once safely out of Gundam and Quatre's earshot, duo asked slyly "So. What did you think of Quat?"

"I thought he was nice," Trowa said cautiously. "He seems a bit quiet, though."

"Oh, he's just shy. He's actually kinda… bubbly once you get to know him." Duo practically chirped.

"Is he, um, seeing anyone?"

"No." Duo answered, shooting him an amused glance. Trowa never gets nervous. "Why? Are you interested?"

"Maybe," Trowa muttered.

"Well, if you are," duo stopped and looked Trowa dead in the eye. "you better not hurt him. Quat is my best friend and has been through some rough shit. If you hurt him in any way, shape, or form I swear on my family's graves that I will hunt you down and castrate your ass with a spoon and then poor salt on the wound. I don't care if you are my choreographer! Hell, I wouldn't care if you were the fucking pope! No one hurts Quat and gets away with it while I'm still around!"

Trowa knew he wasn't kidding around, nor was it an idle threat. But he also knew that what he felt for the blond angel was very read, too and he could never hurt him. So, he just nodded his head in acceptance.

"Good." Duo said, satisfied and grinned, started to walk again. "Now let's go so we can get started."

Sure." He said, amazed at how fast his friend could change moods. Then, he gave a metal shrug and went back to his new favorite pastime; thinking of the blond angel, as they continued on to the studio.

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So there you have it! The first chapter, all spiffed up! I'm going to start on the second chapter today and maybe even get that one up too!

Please review and let me know if you liked it! I'm not going to bother changing anything… but you can tell me about it anyway!

Asta!

~MiakaChan