Ooookaays....
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~runs off, allowing the story to begin~
A Slip of a Knife
~Chibi Lurrel
Gazing at his face, I think to myself for about the billionth time that he is beautiful, that I wish he were mine. But I stop that train of thought right away, trying to get myself to focus on the task at hand. Oh God, what the heck was I doing? I glance down at Trowa's graceful hands, which were currently busy chopping up a head of lettuce. Oh, yeah, we were making salad... Trowa glanced over at me, catching me staring into space. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, and I felt the blush slowly creeping up my cheeks. "Yeah. Just daydreaming, you know." My blush got a little redder when I realized how stupid that sounded. Trowa's one visible eye sparkled with mirth, just like an emerald. Or that's what I thought of as I resumed chopping up vegetables. "We should have volunteered to do the main course." Trowa said, trying to break the odd silence that surrounded us. I looked over at Duo and Heero, who were currently mangling a now unidentifiable hunk of meat. I smiled at him, agreeing. Did I detect a smile on his lips? No...couldn't be.
We had split into pairs for doing domestic chores around our current safe house. Wufei, as usual, opted to be the one to do his share alone. Trowa had chosen me. When he had said this, I almost fainted. Of course, I was the only one left, as Duo had chosen Heero.
"Itai!" I cried. I had been letting my mind wander off, and hadn't been paying attention and sliced my finger open. I stuck it into my mouth. Trowa looked over, worried. "You should be more careful!" he chided. I nodded, finger still in mouth, bleeding and being painful. "Let me help you band-age that up." Trowa put an arm around my shoulder and led me out of the kitchen. His touch made me tremble. That and the fact that he cared. We were Gundam pilots, I had sustained far worse than this without complaint, but he acted like it was a big deal. I tried to hide it all.
When we were out in the living room, Trowa turned to me. "What's wrong? you're shaking!" The loss of his touch pained me, and I bit down on my finger to keep from saying anything that would horribly embarrass the both of us. "Stay here." he commanded, then left the room. I sat down and he returned, carrying bandages. He squatted down in front of me and pulled out an alcohol wipe. "Twowa," I said through my finger, "Wi cwan hamble wit." He shook his, the slightest trace of a smile on his lips, or at least my imagination allowed me to believe so, and reached up. He slowly pulled my finger from my mouth and wiped it off, stroking my hand softly. "You have beautiful hands, little one, the hands of an artist..." his voice trailed off. Trowa brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed it gently. I stiffened out of shock, amazed. Could he possibly return my feeling for him? But he dropped my hand and stood up quickly, looking flustered and embarrassed. "I'd better go check on the salad. You can get it from here." He walked into the kitchen, not even waiting to see my mute nod. I looked down at my hand. It was still trembling. I began to bandage my finger. I couldn't go back into the kitchen. I was afraid that simply the sight of Trowa would get me to blurt something we would both regret. I couldn't do that to him, embarrass him like that. After finishing up with my finger, I popped my head into the kitchen, smiling but looking only at the floor, "I'm not feeling so good tonight, I think I'll go to bed early. Can you handle the salad by yourself, Trowa?" My voice trembled slightly as I said his name. I hoped no one had noticed. He nodded silently, not even looking up. I'm not even sure why that hurt, but it did. I went into my room, the one next to his. I sighed and lay down on the bed. Perhaps it was only and accident, to simply be tossed away and forgotten. But I hope not.....
Ooooh! I left that wide open for a sequel, eh? Only if I get positive reviews!! So nyah!