Untitled
Warnings: Angst,
shounen-ai hints (3x4)
Disclaimer: I own
nothing
Song is "Love Song
For a Vampire" by Annie Lennox.
~
/Come into
these arms again
And lay your
body down
The rhythm of
this trembling heart
Is beating like
a drum/
Trowa Barton leaned
into the frigid wind, the combination of swirling snow and his bangs nearly
obscuring his vision. He thrust his
hands deeper into the pockets of his overcoat and trudged stoically on. It was a bitterly cold evening and the
street was all but deserted.
/It beats for
you, it bleeds for you
It knows not
how it sounds
For it is the
drum of drums
It is the song
of songs/
The sun was
sinking slowly in the sky, casting its bleak beams more and more faintly. A new gust of wind slammed against Trowa's
thin body, making him catch his breath raggedly in his throat. He raised his stinging eyes to the street
sign he was approaching, struggling to make out the letters in the torrid snow. His numb fingers fumbled for the scrap of
paper in his coat pocket, glancing at it and back up at the street sign. He bit his chapped lower lip, the metallic
taste of blood in his mouth.
/Once I had the
rarest rose
That ever
deigned to bloom
Cruel winter
chilled the bud
And stole my
flower too soon
Oh loneliness,
oh hopelessness
To search the
ends of time
For there is in
all the world
No greater love
than mine/
It had been a year
since he'd seen Quatre. A year of
searching. And now…so close…his mind
raced with all the possibilities for failure. The address could be wrong. There could be another Quatre Winner. Quatre may not even want to see him…Trowa clenched his jaw. He'd made it this far…
/Love, oh love,
oh love
Still falls the
rain (still falls the rain)
Love, oh love,
oh love,
Still falls the
night
Love, oh love,
oh love
Be mine forever
(be mine forever)
Love, oh love,
oh love/
The sky was
growing steadily darker, the streetlamps lighting and casting their sickly
yellow light in circles on the sidewalk. It grew colder yet, the wind fiercer, the snow heavier, the moon a
ghostly pale gleam among the dark snow clouds. The windows of the stately Victorian-style houses lining the street
glowed cheerily, suggesting a warmth and safety just out of reach. Trowa pressed on.
/Let me be the
only one
To keep you
from the cold
Now the floor
of Heaven's lain
With stars of
brightest gold/
At last, Trowa
halted, shivering, at the address scrawled on the tattered shred of paper. He clutched his coat around his thin,
shaking frame, climbing the steps to the front door. The pain of the past year fresh in his mind, he pressed the
doorbell. A few belltones sounded
faintly from inside the house. The door
opened a few seconds later. Quatre
stood in the door, bathed in light from inside, eyes wide.
"Hello,
Quatre…" Trowa choked, his voice
uncharacteristically strangled.
/They shine for
you, they shine for you
They burn for
all to see
Come into these
arms again
And set this
spirit free./
Glistening tears
sprang to Quatre's clear blue eyes.
"Please come
inside, Trowa," he whispered, his words nearly lost on the wind. "You'll freeze out here…"
A great sense of
peace finally came over Trowa, his heart at last soothed. He stepped inside, into the warmth, the door
closing behind him.
~Owari~
~~~Neko Sheep