Rockstar
"This life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be."
"You what?" Duo was yelling at him. "You told her to go away? You're stupid. You know that? You're an idiot, an imbicile! If the person I loved came up to me and told me they loved me... I'd be weeping for joy and throwing myself at their feet. And she's standing there crying, pouring her heart out... and you tell her to just go?"
"Yes," he replied, feeling horrible already. Nothing Duo could say could make it worse. But it didn't mean he liked Duo yelling at him.
"You're stupid, Trowa. A real jerk. You should tell her how you really feel. You should trust her. Just go tell the one you love how you feel."
"Like you go and tell Heero how much you love him?" He asked scornfully, waiting for the outburst, the outrage. Or for him to laugh it off like the joke it was meant to be. But it never came. Duo stilled, quietened, and blushed a soft shade of red.
Trowa looked floundered for a moment, confused. What the hell? He'd only been joking. Surely...
"Ah, shit. Duo- I didn't know. I was just joking. I didn't know..."
"Trowa," Duo said calmly, "This dosen't leave this room. You know nothing."
"Ah, shit. Duo, I'm sorry."
"And anyways... we weren't talking about me. We were talking about how stupid you are being. Acting like some spoiled brat. And I can remember a time when she was the spoiled brat, now that I think about it. I think that you should go talk to her. Trust me... everyone will feel better if you two patch things up a bit. You're driving me crazy... and she's about to bit Releena's head off, or so Releena and Heero tell me."
Trowa didn't catch the softening of his braided friends voice when he said 'Releena and Heero'. God, and he'd thought only he had problems. Poor Duo.
This life hadn't turned out quite like Trowa had wanted it to. With Quatre, it had been better. But now?
Life certainly wasn't like he wanted it. Could it ever be?
"Those who cannot forgive others break the bridge over wich they themselves must pass," Wufei said evenly.
Trowa blinked at him. Was he going to start in on him too?
"What's that? Some fortune cookie crap?" he asked, trying to hide himself with the scathing, sarcastic words.
"Confucius," Wufei replied easily. "He was a wise man. You'd do well to heed his words."
Trowa sighed.
"Wufei, don't start. I've made up my mind. I just don't see why everyone can't just let it be."
"You're our friend," Wufei shrugged. "We want the best for you. And we want the best for her... because she is our friend as well. And frankly, Quatre's the best for you."
"It dosen't matter. I feel blind. I can't see the joy in anything. Not without her. But with her, I can't see past her lies. Lies or blindness? Could you choose?"
Wufei patted his shoulder. "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched... but are felt in the heart."
"Confusius, again?" Trowa asked a little sarcastically.
Wufei just smiled. "No. Hellen Keller."
He looked at the screen, at the reporter, and at her. Prim. Elegant. Sweet. Strong. She was an enigma, a wonderful paradox of contradictions. And every peice of him loved her. Despite how much he didn't want to. And so, even against his better judgement, he watched every glimpse of her he could. Even these pathetic interviews with pathetic reporters. Like some crazy stalker. Obsessed much?
"Miss Winner? The public is interested in your private life. Do you have any comments for them?"
"My private life is just that," she said kindly, smiling. "Private, that is. I have my friends. I have my family. My job keeps me busy more than I like. I like to cuddle with my dog. What more is there to want to know?"
"What about your love life? There have been rumors linking you romantically to a Preventors agent by the name of Duo Maxwell. Is any of it true?"
Trowa blinked. How the hell had he missed those rumors? he certainly hadn't heard them.
She laughed. Not the sweet, melodical laugh normally used for the cameras, but more of a very un-ladylike snort. "Oh, goodness. No. No. He's just a friend. An old friend, but there's nothing more there."
"Well, then. Is there anyone special in your life, then? Boyfriend, lover, admirer? Or are you 'on the market' so to speak?"
She wrinkled her nose, but a small frown ghosted over her face for a moment. Unconsiously, she toyed with the silver bracelet, and that little action didn't escape Trowa's attention.
"My heart already belongs to someone. Sorry, but that's all I'll say on that."
Trowa's heart skipped a beat as the reporter moved on to more questions. After all he'd said. All he'd done. After he'd not forgiven her, told her to go away. She still loved him after all of that. Maybe... maybe she didn't want to love him. Maybe she'd tried not to. But she did! She still loved him.
Maybe Duo was right. Maybe... just maybe... there could be a future. Maybe it was time for the silent Trowa Barton to speak up.
AN: Sorrry so short, but it served it's purpose. Again with the poor Duo. And I really like the dense Trowa. Kinda fits, I think. 'Cause some guys are just plain clueless!
And please, please REVEIW! I'm getting alot of people adding this to their alert lists and favorites list, but I'm not getting that many REVEIWS! I'm losing my will to finish this story, because no one will REVEIW! Except for a certain few faithful readers- you know who you are. Please... at this point, even flames are welcome. I'ts getting kinda cold....
