Spanish Guitar
Chapter One: What's a Trowa Groupie?
Thoughts/Lyrics

A lone figure sat on a stage, a guitar resting tenderly on it's lap. The room went quiet as a single light illuminated the body revealing a handsome man. The women of the audience swooned as the figure began to play, oblivious of the affect he had on the opposite sex.

Green eyes turned to the sound of the flamenco guitar being played. Makoto Kino, a former songwriter was currently in a small club, drowning away her sorrows. She hadn't written anything of worth in a while and was in danger of losing her job. Her breath caught at the sight of the man playing, and for once the old adage of 'he looks like my old boyfriend' didn't even cross her mind.

She watched him play enthralled by the tenderness in his touch. He played the guitar with such passion that she briefly wondered if he was as passionate in all aspects of his life.

Even with his eyes closed, Trowa could feel the lusting eyes of the female patrons on him. He knew most of them came simply to stare at him rather than appreciate the music, it irritated him, but it paid the bills.

"Hey babe, can I get you anything?" the bartender approached her, and smiled charmingly.

Mako turned her eyes away from the guitarist and stared into indigo eyes, damn this place is just over run with hot men she thought to herself as she shook her head and turned back to the stage.

"Oh, you're a Trowa groupie aren't you?" he smirked as he followed her line of vision.

"Huh?" she turned back to the bartender with a confused expression, "What's a Trowa groupie?"

"That," he pointed to the guitarist, "Is a Trowa, or rather Trowa Barton, and those," he pointed to the women who were drooling in the front row, "Are Trowa groupies."

Mako blushed, "Oh no, I'm not a groupie, I just think he's really talented." Although she secretly wouldn't mind being a Trowa groupie.

"Yea sure, and I'm a priest." He scoffed, taking a shot of vodka.

"No really, I'm a song writer, I'm always looking for new talent to help me write." She pulled a piece of sheet music out of her purse.

The bartender smiled, as he looked over the beautiful sheet of paper, marked with a 4 entwined by lightning and roses, "Really? That's cool, names Duo, Duo Maxwell, and I own this joint." He extended his hand to shake hers.

"Makoto Kino, nice to meet you." She smiled back at him.

"You know, next month we're holding an open mic night for aspiring writers, if you're interested."

Mako's eyes sparkled, "Really?"

"Ya, plus we've got a few friends in high places that will be in the audience ready to hand out fat contracts." Duo winked, thinking of his good old buddy, multi-billionaire Quatre Winner.

Mako suddenly looked down, "No," she shook her head, "I don't think I'm good enough."

"Oh come on babe, I'm sure you're great, I mean if you can write and sing half as good as you look…" he smiled slyly as Mako blushed.

"I don't think I can, I mean I am a song writer, I work for Aerostar records, and I'm in danger of loosing my job." She sighed in frustration as she let her head fall to the counter, "I just don't have any inspiration left." She mumbled.

"Well turn around, and become inspired." Duo smirked as he motioned behind her. She gave him a confused look before complying and turning around.

Her eyes grew wide as she realized that Trowa Barton's visible eye was looking intently at her. She blushed under his deep gaze and slowly turned back to Duo who winked. "He never looks at any girls here, I think you're the first one he's ever made eye contact with."

This caused Mako to flush even more, "Thanks for the support Duo, I'm going to go home and try to write something," she stood up, "Who knows, you might see me at the open mic night."

Duo watched her walk away, along with another pair of green eyes, both silently enjoying the sight of her hips swaying back and forth.

Trowa finished his set and headed to the bar to get a drink, subtly ignoring all the women who were offering to buy him drinks. "Hey Duo."

"Hey Tro-man, more girls than usual checking you out tonight." The braided man smiled as he handed Trowa a coke.

Trowa simply rolled his eyes, "Who was the girl that you were talking to earlier, I've never seen here her before."

"So you did notice her." Duo grinned like a fool.

Trowa glared at him, "Forget about it." And with that he turned and headed back stage.

Mako walked home, the green eyes of Trowa Barton haunting her thoughts, she smiled as she began to think of lyrics and music to a new song, "A smoky room a small café, they come to watch you play, and drink and dance the night away." She sang to herself. "I sit out in the crowd and close my eyes, dream your mine, but you don't know, you don't even know that I am there." She twirled around gracefully, earning stares from the people passing by.

She wrapped her arms around herself, "I wish that I was in your arms, like that Spanish guitar and you would play me through the night, till the dawn. I wish you'd hold me in your arms, like that Spanish guitar and you would play me through all night long all night long I'd be your song, I'd be your song." She quickened her pace to her apartment, the words and music pouring out of her like never before.

Flying open the door she rushed to her own guitar and began to pluck away. Grabbing a blank piece of sheet music she wrote down the song that was in her heart, in every fiber of her being.

Alright, I started this one forever ago, and since ffnet is cracking down on songfics, don't know how long this one will be posted for, same goes for all my fics... anywho it's dedicated to Gota de Mar, the best Trowa/Mako writer out there! This fic should be just a two parter...

The song is by Toni Braxton, and I don't own the song or the characters!

One Love,
Athena Kyle