Thank you every one whom has reviewed. And I apologize for not updating sooner. I have been very busy with work. But now I'm back, so no farther delay (WHAT? IT'S ONLY BEEN A YEAR…..or two…)

Hiakrienzeru – Thanks for you comment, and I apologize for the delay in this chapter.

AzrealRiddle – I know… I would've kept mine too, thanks for the comment.

Aishi-Cc – I'll read the story you suggested as soon as I can. Hehe, I didn't even think about Yu-Gi-Oh when I did the dog thing. That is more irl rp oriented.

Sasheenka – I apologize for the delay in this chapter. Now you can find out what happens next.

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Sutoomu – Yesh, I know! I'm cheap and haven't updated in forever! But never fear! I have… now… and is very late on it…

Foxx – Kekeke. This wish Fairy is A LOT meaner, as he actually appears more then what Trowa will like him too.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The only people I own in this fic are the ones that aren't from Gundam Wing. XD Yesh, even the evil Wish Fairy is mine. You can use the meany if you want.

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Trowa walked closer to the music room, a song drifted beautifully down the hall, guiding Trowa to him. He peered into the room and he was exactly as Duo said. And as it was, he was exactly the way he has always been; absolutely beautiful. Just like the song he was playing now. However…something bothered him, the song sounded sad. Perhaps Quatre was depressed. Was he the cause?

The music came to a stop and Trowa quickly snapped out of his train of thought to see ocean like orbs staring at him. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed for being caught off guard. "Erm… Hi." Trowa managed to cough out as he quickly began to look for an escape.

The blonde began to laugh at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. It's just, I never seen anyone look so… lost in thought before, I couldn't help but stare. It was oddly cute." The soft voice chirped out between little giggles.

Trowa froze. He was just called cute… "I'm not the only cute one here." He blurted out absent-mindedly. This comment caused the other to look around the room curiously, which caused Trowa to give an awkward smile. "You, silly." He stated causing the other to blush.

"You…. You think I'm cute?" The blonde question, pointing a finger at himself. He began to giggle. "You're funny. What's your name?" He asked, offering a warm smile.

Trowa really didn't want to hear him ask him that, but as the Wish Fairy said, he wouldn't remember him. "My name is Trowa Barton. And you are…"

"Quatre Raberba Winner. It is a pleasure to meet you." The other said still smiling. He paused for a minute. "Hmn. Your name sounds familiar…" This comment caused a slight shine to spark in Trowa's eyes. "Oh! That's right! You play First Chair in the Flute area in the band! I knew I heard your name somewhere!" Quatre said, happy that he remembered the name.

Trowa wanted to scream when Quatre didn't exactly…say what he wanted him to say, but it couldn't be helped. Getting Quatre to remember him might prove to be next to impossible, but he also wasn't going to let Quatre go. "Yes, I do. Are you in the band?" He asked, hoping to change the current topic.

"Yes! I joined today! I'm so excited. It would be an honor to play with some one such as you!" Quatre cooed. That phrase caught Trowa completely off guard as he began to blush wildly, completely taking it in the wrong context. Quatre gave a confused look to Trowa. "Did… Did I say something wrong?" he asked, hoping not to have offended him.

"No, of course not!" Trowa said, forcing a smile on his face. "I suppose I'll see you later then." He turned and walked out and headed to his secret spot.

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The next couple of days went the same as the first day without Quatre. His house was becoming a mess, and keeping it clean was proving impossible. It wasn't that he was a messy person, do all respect, he isn't. But keeping up a part-time job, school, and homework he didn't really have much time to clean.

He finally got home from class as was just about to settle down for a cup of coffee as a knock at the door was heard. Curious as to who would come to his house right now made him hesitate a little. Not to mention his house wasn't technically guest worthy. But not to be rude, he answered the door, keeping it partly closed so who ever was at the door couldn't see in. "Hello?" he asked before realizing WHO was at the door.

Quatre stood staring at him smiling. "You left your flute in the band room. I kind of figured I should return it before someone got the idea to run off with it. It looks expensive!" He chirped as he held the flute case to Trowa.

"Thanks…" Trowa replied while taking the case from him. He brought his green eyes to meet Quatre's. "How did you… um… How did you find my… " He shook his head, not sure on how to phrase his question. "How did you know where I lived?" Trowa asked after finding the right word choice.

Quatre stopped, looking a little confused himself. "I don't know. Wishful hoping. I guess it's more luck then anything." He looked down, his smile not once fading. "To be honest. It just felt like somewhere you would live. Almost familiar to be honest." Trowa's mouth dropped open slightly. He wasn't expecting this. He wasn't sure whether to be happy or shocked. His current thought was interrupted with Quatre's voice again. "May I come in? It's getting a little cold out here."

"Ah! Sure… um, don't mind the mess, I haven't had time to clean yet." He murmured, not really wanting to let his once love in to see how much he has fallen.

Quatre giggled. "That's all right." He squeezed passed Trowa and froze. "On second thought." He put his hand to his cheek, almost as if in thought. "I can clean it for you if you want."

Trowa quickly turned his gaze to Quatre. "No! It's all right! I can clean it myself, okay?" He guided Quatre to the kitchen, the only clean room in the house. "Don't worry about it."

This reaction caused Quatre to giggle. "It's okay Trowa. I like cleaning."

"Are you sure?" Trowa mused over this.

"I'm quite sure, besides, I really don't want to go home right now." He gave a distant look.

This didn't settle well with Trowa. "Quatre?" Was all he managed to say.

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TBC!

Sorry for the extremely short chapter, and the cliffy.

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