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Author's Note: Well, here's the newest chapter. I hope you like it! This story is sent out to all my reviewers, whom I'd like to thank very much. Thanks Tora Katana and Seeress! Your continuing to read means a lot to me! Anyways, here it is!
Pairings: 1x2x1, 4x3x4? No lemon, as usual. I hope you continue reading though...
Heartfelt Desires
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Eight
Quatre leaned against a wall and watched Heero investigate the contents of the box he had just brought in. It was just what the Japanese boy had asked for, and Quatre had to wonder if he was really serious about going through with his plan.
"Thank you, Quatre." The Prussian blue-eyed boy said emotionlessly.
"You're welcome, Heero. But are you sure you want to do this?"
Heero nodded without looking up.
"Okay then...." With a sigh, the blonde left the room. Heero had been there for a week and it looked like he wasn't going to change his mind.
He headed to the ballroom to help with preparations when the doorbell rang. He was reminded of the day when Heero came, and wondered who would be coming this early, if they were coming for the party. He changed course and headed to the front door.
When he arrived into the main hall, he stopped. A maid had answered the door and was taking the jacket from a tall boy. A butler was also there, who was taking the boy's suitcase away. Quatre's heart skipped a beat when the familiar, emerald-eyed youth glanced over from beneath his long bangs.
"Hello Quatre...I hope I'm not too early...?"
The blonde pulled himself together in time to flash a smile. "Oh no, not at all. Welcome back, Trowa. I'm glad to see you could make it." He looked at the butler as he passed. "Put his bags in the room next to mine."
The butler nodded and disappeared, as well as the maid. Quatre walked over to Trowa who was looking at some of the decorations already set up. He looked over as the Arabian approached.
"It's going to be a big party...."
Quatre nodded. "The guest list is very long. My sisters, the Maguanacs, our friends...everyone. By the way, where's Catherine?"
"She's still at the circus. She said she'd come later this week."
"Good, I hope she makes it."
The blonde fidgeted a bit as Trowa gazed around the room. He noticed that Trowa seemed apprehensive, hesitant. It seemed that he used the opportunity to feign that he was relax.
"Trowa?" Quatre asked slowly. "Is something wrong?"
The tall boy looked over and studied him a moment. The Arabian was dressed in a plain white dress shirt tucked into brown khakis. His usual brown vest was slipped over the shirt. His hair was slightly tussled but brushed back. His bangs arched over the boy's soft, blue eyes, which were concerned at the moment. Trowa found himself noticing the pink lips and wondering what it'd be like to....
He shook his head. "Nothing, Quatre. I'm fine."
The rest of the guest list arrived two days before the party officially began. Wufei and a squad of Preventers were the first people to arrive. They set up a security post in a room adjacent to the ballroom, where they rigged up a series of monitors to cameras mounted in the ballroom itself.
After them, to his relief, Relena had come. He had requested her to come as soon as possible to help with Heero's plan. He had also requested Hilde to come, but she would be arriving later with Duo.
Throughout the day, the rest of the guest list arrived. Lady Une, head of Preventer, and Sally Po were able to make it, as well as Ms. Noin and Zechs Marquise, enemy-turned-ally. Catherine had come, as well as Quatre's sisters and the Maguanacs. Over all, it was a thick crowd near the end of the day when the blonde tried threading through the throng. It was then he noticed the waving arms of a certain braided youth standing atop a chair.
"Ahoy, Quatre! Over here!"
The Arabian smiled and virtually swam over to her, noticing that Hilde was there too.
"Hello Hilde...hello Duo...nice to see...you two could make...it..."
Duo smiled." Easy there, Q. Ya might have a heart attack."
Quatre smiled at them. "Thanks for your concern...Hilde, you room is upstairs and down the hall...it has you name on the door. Duo, you'll have the same room you had last time."
Hilde grinned. "Thanks Quatre...I'll catch up with you guys later, I'm going to go unpack." With a wave, she disappeared into the crowd.
Duo watched her go, then turned back to Quatre. "Um...hey Quatre...did you know if...uh...Heero's coming?"
Quatre frowned a bit and bit his lip. He hated lying to Duo, but Heero gave him no choice. "I'm not sure. He might still turn up."
Duo studied him a moment. "Oh...okay...thanks anyway, Q."
Quatre watched a downcast Duo enter the throng of people. She may have made it appear that nothing was wrong, but the blonde could feel her disappointment. What made it worse was that he knew Heero would be there. He slipped back into the crowd and managed to get to his room on the first floor. He slipped in, locking it behind him.
He sighed and turned around, seeing that the Japanese boy was sitting on the bed, looking rather pale, but set. Relena was there too, as well as Hilde. For some reason, Quatre felt that they were conspirators planning the downfall of Duo. He shuddered and walked over.
"You sure you want to go through with this, Heero?" Quatre asked.
Heero raised his gaze and gave the Arabian a glare. The blonde smiled. "All right then...it's your choice."
He then looked over to Relena and Hilde. "By the way, thanks for helping. I'm sure Duo will appreciate it."
Hilde laughed. "Appreciate it? Duo better! After all Heeros going through?"
Relena smiled. "Of course. It's no problem at all, Quatre. We're just glad to help."
Hilde turned to Heero, grinning. For a moment, she reminded them all of Duo when he was about to do something evil. "Now...where to begin...."
Author's Note: Well, here's the newest chapter. I hope you like it! This story is sent out to all my reviewers, whom I'd like to thank very much. Thanks Tora Katana and Seeress! Your continuing to read means a lot to me! Anyways, here it is!
Pairings: 1x2x1, 4x3x4? No lemon, as usual. I hope you continue reading though...
Heartfelt Desires
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Eight
Quatre leaned against a wall and watched Heero investigate the contents of the box he had just brought in. It was just what the Japanese boy had asked for, and Quatre had to wonder if he was really serious about going through with his plan.
"Thank you, Quatre." The Prussian blue-eyed boy said emotionlessly.
"You're welcome, Heero. But are you sure you want to do this?"
Heero nodded without looking up.
"Okay then...." With a sigh, the blonde left the room. Heero had been there for a week and it looked like he wasn't going to change his mind.
He headed to the ballroom to help with preparations when the doorbell rang. He was reminded of the day when Heero came, and wondered who would be coming this early, if they were coming for the party. He changed course and headed to the front door.
When he arrived into the main hall, he stopped. A maid had answered the door and was taking the jacket from a tall boy. A butler was also there, who was taking the boy's suitcase away. Quatre's heart skipped a beat when the familiar, emerald-eyed youth glanced over from beneath his long bangs.
"Hello Quatre...I hope I'm not too early...?"
The blonde pulled himself together in time to flash a smile. "Oh no, not at all. Welcome back, Trowa. I'm glad to see you could make it." He looked at the butler as he passed. "Put his bags in the room next to mine."
The butler nodded and disappeared, as well as the maid. Quatre walked over to Trowa who was looking at some of the decorations already set up. He looked over as the Arabian approached.
"It's going to be a big party...."
Quatre nodded. "The guest list is very long. My sisters, the Maguanacs, our friends...everyone. By the way, where's Catherine?"
"She's still at the circus. She said she'd come later this week."
"Good, I hope she makes it."
The blonde fidgeted a bit as Trowa gazed around the room. He noticed that Trowa seemed apprehensive, hesitant. It seemed that he used the opportunity to feign that he was relax.
"Trowa?" Quatre asked slowly. "Is something wrong?"
The tall boy looked over and studied him a moment. The Arabian was dressed in a plain white dress shirt tucked into brown khakis. His usual brown vest was slipped over the shirt. His hair was slightly tussled but brushed back. His bangs arched over the boy's soft, blue eyes, which were concerned at the moment. Trowa found himself noticing the pink lips and wondering what it'd be like to....
He shook his head. "Nothing, Quatre. I'm fine."
The rest of the guest list arrived two days before the party officially began. Wufei and a squad of Preventers were the first people to arrive. They set up a security post in a room adjacent to the ballroom, where they rigged up a series of monitors to cameras mounted in the ballroom itself.
After them, to his relief, Relena had come. He had requested her to come as soon as possible to help with Heero's plan. He had also requested Hilde to come, but she would be arriving later with Duo.
Throughout the day, the rest of the guest list arrived. Lady Une, head of Preventer, and Sally Po were able to make it, as well as Ms. Noin and Zechs Marquise, enemy-turned-ally. Catherine had come, as well as Quatre's sisters and the Maguanacs. Over all, it was a thick crowd near the end of the day when the blonde tried threading through the throng. It was then he noticed the waving arms of a certain braided youth standing atop a chair.
"Ahoy, Quatre! Over here!"
The Arabian smiled and virtually swam over to her, noticing that Hilde was there too.
"Hello Hilde...hello Duo...nice to see...you two could make...it..."
Duo smiled." Easy there, Q. Ya might have a heart attack."
Quatre smiled at them. "Thanks for your concern...Hilde, you room is upstairs and down the hall...it has you name on the door. Duo, you'll have the same room you had last time."
Hilde grinned. "Thanks Quatre...I'll catch up with you guys later, I'm going to go unpack." With a wave, she disappeared into the crowd.
Duo watched her go, then turned back to Quatre. "Um...hey Quatre...did you know if...uh...Heero's coming?"
Quatre frowned a bit and bit his lip. He hated lying to Duo, but Heero gave him no choice. "I'm not sure. He might still turn up."
Duo studied him a moment. "Oh...okay...thanks anyway, Q."
Quatre watched a downcast Duo enter the throng of people. She may have made it appear that nothing was wrong, but the blonde could feel her disappointment. What made it worse was that he knew Heero would be there. He slipped back into the crowd and managed to get to his room on the first floor. He slipped in, locking it behind him.
He sighed and turned around, seeing that the Japanese boy was sitting on the bed, looking rather pale, but set. Relena was there too, as well as Hilde. For some reason, Quatre felt that they were conspirators planning the downfall of Duo. He shuddered and walked over.
"You sure you want to go through with this, Heero?" Quatre asked.
Heero raised his gaze and gave the Arabian a glare. The blonde smiled. "All right then...it's your choice."
He then looked over to Relena and Hilde. "By the way, thanks for helping. I'm sure Duo will appreciate it."
Hilde laughed. "Appreciate it? Duo better! After all Heeros going through?"
Relena smiled. "Of course. It's no problem at all, Quatre. We're just glad to help."
Hilde turned to Heero, grinning. For a moment, she reminded them all of Duo when he was about to do something evil. "Now...where to begin...."
