The group of boys walked steadily into the fair grounds, the colours, noise and smell of greasy food assaulting their senses. Quatre searched the crowed for his elusive friends, worried that they might have left because of the groups tardiness, assuming the Quatre wasn't going to show. Admitably the process of getting there had been…interesting.
Falshback (yay!)
"MAXWELL GET OUT OF MY ROOM RIGHT NOW!"
I'm actually starting to get used to the random outburst, oh god.
"Awww but fei-cakes, you can't wear that to a fair, here let me help you!"
Fei-cakes, that ones new
"ABSOLUTLY NOT, HEERO! GET YOU BOYFRIEND OUT OF HERE NOW!"
Heero sighed and pulled himself off the couch, Quatre noticed a small symbol on the back of his pants.
"Heero, are those jeans polo Ralph Lauren?" He asked curiously
"hn, why?"
"Because you can't wear polo Ralph anything, where going to summerset remember?"
Heero looked at him for a minute, grabbed the blonde and hauled him into his room.
"ummm…?"
"I don't know what to wear."
Quatre raised an eyebrow, your kidding me.
"You want me to dress you?"
"hn, normally Duo would do it but…"
"MAXWELL!!"
"HAHAHAHA WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"He's busy…"
"How old are you again?" That one earned him a glare and a half…plus a quarter, ok maybe it was more like the equivalent of two glares. How can anyone look that downright homicidal and be considered safe for living in a public environment.
"His sense of style is somewhat lacking."
Quatre turned to see Trowa lounging in the doorway a forced himself not to gape, or stare…or drool…or jump the boy, it was actually quite difficult. Trowa was wearing tight fitting jeans that clang to his body in all the right places, they where worn at the knees and the bottoms of them where torn, telling Quatre that he'd had them for a while, his top was a soft forest green tank that showed of his well toned arms.
"Oh…." Trowa smirked at him and the blonde found himself blushing. "Right well ummm, lets see what you've got Heero."
"JUSTICE WILL BE SURVED!"
"HEY!...WHAT! WHY DO YOU NEED THAT…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"I hope those two are ready to leave…" Quatre sighed selecting some clothes from Heero's collection, ensuring there where no tell tale designer marks
Twenty minutes later they where all collected in the common room, Wufei still seething as he glared "daggers of justice" as the teen firmly latched to Heero's arm.
"right ok, everyone here, lets go." Quatre said checking the time quickly.
"Wait, don't you want to call a driver to meet us at the front gates?" Milladro asked, his arm wrapped around his Asian lovers waist to stop the angry boy from charging at Duo.
"A driver?" Quatre blinked at him.
"Yeh, you know like a chauffer."
"A chauffer would be happy to drive us to summerset?"
"Good point…then how are we going to get there."
"Public transport."
"Public what?"
"Transport, like a train."
"Were going to summerset on the back of brides dress?"
Quatre gaped at the blonde, noting that Duo was laughing, knowing full well what Quatre meant, and also knowing full well that Millardo wasn't bluffing.
"ahhh the sheltered life of luxury." Duo sighed
"I am not sheltered, I just don't think a bride would be to pleased to drag us on the back of her dress."
"Excuse me while I go and bang my head slowly on that wall over there." Quatre said making his way over to said wall.
"You remember when we watched that chick flick 'Sliding doors' with Hilde the other day Millie?"
SMACK (that was Quatre)
"yeh"
SMACK
"And the whole thing was set around her missing or not missing that funny box shaped thing full of sweaty people all crammed together?"
SMACK
"yeh"
SMACK
"That's a train."
SMACK
…..
SMACK
…..
SMACK
"Millie?" Trowa sighed
SMACK
"yeh"
SMACK
"Could you please make some acknowledgment that you understood what Duo just said."
SMACK
"Why?"
SMACK
"Because if you don't Quatre's going to knock himself into a coma."
SMACK
"Yeh and he can't date him if blondies in a coma!"
SMACK, WHACK, Trowa hit duo upside the head
"Oh in that case, ohhhh that kind of train!"
SAM…
"Thank god." Quatre sighed, swaying slightly on his feet.
End flashback (awwww)
"QUAHHHHTRAHHHHHHHHHHH! YOOHOOOO!"
Quatre spun round finding the owner of the voice immediately, she was a bit hard to miss actually, the girl made Quatre's choice of colours look dull, he hair was braided, into thousands of tiny little braids, all dyed various colours and she had a dyed headscarf tied around her neck she was wearing a red corset, purple track pants and various colored bands on her arms.
"Hi Kelly, oh you added a new shad of pink to your hair?"
The girl pulled Quatre into an over exuberant hug "Kitty you noooootiiiced! No one else noticed!"
"Kelly, that's because there where already three shades of pink to start off with." The blondes reply came from somewhere against the girls chest "now do you mind pulling my head away from this particular section of your anatomy."
"hehe sorry kitty."
Kelly then turned her attention to Quatre's entourage, eyeing their, despite Quatre and Duo's best efforts obviously more up market clothing.
"Are these friends of yours from your new boarding school for rich awesome people then?" She asked circling the group like a shark, peering at them curiously.
Quatre chose to ignore the "rich awesome people" remark and nodded his head grinning at the uncomfortable look on Wufei's face.
"Yup, this is Duo, Heero, Millardo, Wufei, and Trowa. There in my dorm group." He announced motioning to all of them in turn. Kelly ran her eyes appreciatively over the boys.
"Lucky you!" she said with a grin, causing Wufei so go bright red and splutter indignantly. "The names Kelly, I used to live with kitty here until he was abducted by 29 strange women and kept hostage in a huge mansion, tortured daily with all the luxuries life can possibly offer, the poor thing…shall we get to it then??"
And with that the boys wandered into the fair trailing after the bright, slightly insane girl.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
It took Kelly and Duo about 5 seconds to realize that they where the most awesome tag team ever invented when it came to reaping chaos and insanity. They had spent the last half hour driving Wufei insane and where currently chasing him through the fair ground waving sticks of cotton candy like weapons. Heero and Millardo in an attempt to save the poor oriental boy had taken off after them, with plans to distract the crazy couple with the prospect of rides while Millardo took Wufei somewhere to cool of. This was all very well and good except that they had left Quatre …ALONE…with the currently gorgeous Trowa Barton in the middle of a fair ground.
"Are you all right?" Trowa asked Quatre, causing the blonde to jump.
"hahahaha….yes?" Quatre answered peering up at the taller boy. Trowa raised an eyebrow but opted to say nothing about the blond strange behavior.
"You know when you spoke about the fair this morning; I was sort of expecting a larger group of people to meet us here." He commented.
Quatre blinked up at him and smiled.
"Oh yeh, there are a couple of other coming but they won't be here till about noon, They're all from Journey house like me and Kelly and it's kind of compulsory for all chores to get done before you get to go anywhere, and because they always get left till Saturday, they take a while, it amazing how much mess can accumulate in a week."
"So then why did Kelly get to come?"
"It's her rostered week off; we all used to get one." Quatre smiled softly at old memories "You should have heard the fights we used to get into when more then one person wanted the same week off! Shana and Riley where the worst, by far, they always seemed to have conflicting things to do, I used to think they did it on purpose but I could never figure out why, they just enjoy annoying each other sometimes and….. oh God sorry Trowa…." Trowa blinked at the blonde not sure what he meant.
"What are you sorry for?"
"I'm rambling, and I know it probably doesn't interest you, you don't even know these people, most of my sisters don't even like me saying Journey house, like it's a dirty word or something…"
Trowa pulled the blonde in and hugged him gently, not noticing the spectacular blush that adorned said blondes face.
"You obviously miss these people Quatre…I know how hard it is to lose your whole world in a second and be thrown into an entirely new one, if you feel like rambling about Journey house I don't mind at all."
Quatre pulled away slightly and peered up at the brunet, noticing that from this angle he could see both of Trowa's eyes and gave him a beaming smile. Trowa decided at that moment that he would do anything to get Quatre to smile at him like that again.
"Thank you Trowa…do you mind me asking….no don't worry about it…"
"What? How I know about the whole world changing thing?" Trowa grinned at the blonde's bashfulness. "It's no big secret Quat you'll find out eventually, I used to live in a circus before I was forcibly adopted by my supposed uncle to be his heir, the guy was an abusive dick, I don't live with him anymore, I emancipated myself as soon as was old enough, but my adopted mother insisted on keeping me in school, so I stayed."
Quatre stared at Trowa, shocked that he could reveal so much about himself to someone he had only known for a couple of days…
"…I was the third one…" Quatre said quietly.
"What?" Trowa asked completely thrown by the sentence.
"You remember how Duo talked about the different kind of people that live in Journey house, I was the third one, I just showed up on the highway in a hospital gown, I was 11 at the time and I was just suddenly there..."
"Quatre you don't have to." Trowa cut in.
"No it's all right, I don't mind. At the time, I didn't remember anything before the highway, it was like I had suddenly woken up after sleeping my whole life and I was just there, I didn't even know my name." Tear stared to form in Quatre's eyes, but he didn't even notice. "I had a band on my wrist that said "number 5:Quatre" and so I assumed that was me, now that I think about it, it's weird that I could read it, I couldn't walk and I didn't speak at all for over a year, I can't even remember why, I just couldn't. I sort of just stayed there for hours sitting on the side of the highway." Quatre frowned as something occurred to him. " I remember having this weird feeling like I was missing something, like when your in a really dark cave and you've got your eyes wide open but you can't see anything, and you know you should be able to see something because your eyes are still working but you can't…I still feel like that now sometimes, it's got worse after Ira found me three years later and I could remember some things up until I was about 5…but between the ages of 5 and 11 there's just nothing…I doesn't make any sense…"
Arms rapped around him and Quatre jumped startled, realizing at that moment that tears where trailing unchecked down his face. Quatre buried his face in Trowa's chest. "I don't have any reason to cry I'm sorry."
"Quatre you have every reason and every right in the world to cry, it's ok."
"I've never told anyone that, that last bit I mean, about missing something, not my sisters, not my father, not even Mrs. Paul, the mother of Journey house…no one."
Trowa stood quietly for a while, holding the blonde against him.
"Thank you for trusting me Quatre" Trowa debated with himself about asking the next question, but in the end his curiosity won "…what…what kind of things do you remember from when you where little?"
"Oh things that my sisters tell me about or show me most of the time. I remembered that I used to play the violin, and I picked it up again almost instantly, My doctor said it was normal to remember little bits at a time, but even he was surprised at the speed I re-learnt things I remember doing, it was like I had never stopped, I just picked it up and I was five years old again, playing it like I had always been able to… and then there are lots of things I don't remember…I can't remember no matter how much people talk about them or show me, like my mother…" tears stared to form again and Trowa held him tighter. " I can't remember anything about her, if you show me a picture, two seconds later I don't remember it again, I don't remember how she sounded, or the songs she used to sing, nothing, I don't even remember how she died, I just know she did, and that's only because she's never there, for the first month after I got back I would ask where she is and go looking for her!" Quatre was sobbing helplessly now and clinging to Trowa, he turned his head up so he could see straight into Trowa's eyes, and in them he could see Trowa's sorrow and grief for him. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to hear over and over again that you mother is dead, to grieve for the same person every few hours again and again because your brain can't hold onto the information! And every time someone told me I would remember being told before for a small second and then half an hour later I couldn't' remember either conversation!" Quatre collapsed against him and Trowa lifted him up carrying him over to a bench waiting and holding the blonde until the sobbing slowed.
"I'm so sorry Quatre." He whispered, kissing the top of the blonde's head without really think about it. "I'm sorry I asked, you don't have to tell me this, I'm so sorry."
Quatre shook his head.
"Don't be sorry Trowa, thank you for listening to me, I really needed to talk to someone about it, I've sort of felt like I was going to explode for a few days now." He laughed bitterly"I didn't tell anyone at home because they where trying so hard to act like nothing has happened and I've always been there. It gets so awkward when I say or do something that reminds them all I've been missing for twelve years. I think that's part of the reason the sent me to boarding school, even Ira's having a hard time handling it."
Trowa felt anger surge through him and it took all his self control not to grip the blonde, how dear they abandon Quatre like that? Just because they where having a hard time adjusting to their little brothers torment and lost memories! How could they be so selfish?!
Suddenly something in Quatre's hip pocket started to vibrate, causing Trowa to jump. It really wouldn't have been an issue if said hip pocket had been sitting against Trowa's groin. Blood started rushing south and Trowa blushed, stupid male genitalia.
"Quatre could you please answer that." He asked his voice breaking halfway though the sentence, he blushed harder, taking slight comfort in the fact that the blonde was just as red, having recognized how uncomfortable it must have been.
"ummm, sure….it you want to let me up…so I can …you know …reach my pocket without…ummm."
Trowa laughed nervously and let the blonde out of his lap.
"Hey where at the rollercoaster with Kelly and your friends! Damn Goldilocks where do you find these people??" The message was form Riley, through Shana's phone, she was the only one who could afford one.
"Same place I find people like u papa bear, I'll be there in a minute."
"papa bear?" asked Trowa with amusement, leaning over the blonde's shoulder. Quatre laughed.
"Yeh, weird I know, It started when we where going o… ummm yeh, we should go, wouldn't want to be late." With that Quatre took off
Trowa blinked…
"going o?… GOING OUT! QUATRE WAIT!
Trowa raced after him.
Funny how neither of them wondered why the other one cared so much about Quatre's past relationships…
EDOS: Yay finally I got round to finishing this, I had a case of writers block, also for the record I changed the amount of time Quatre lived in Downtown, it now six years instead of nine because I decided he spent to much time in summerset and not enough time missing in action.
