Luna P comes out, with the stoic Trowa. She pushes him out in front of the large crowd: "Alright, say it, and we can go."
Trowa sighs, but states in an eerie calm voice: "Last time, on Love is the Cure, Usagi meets the ever so bashful Quatre. Together they go the Peacecraft academy, and startling everyone, she is related to Relena."
Luna P swats him on the head: "Alright ever so talkative one, you can go."
"Trowa got his by a girl!!!"
Luna P scowls, "Duo Maxwell, don't make me come back there."
Sweetly, she inches behind the curtain, and you hear a smack, and a loud thud. The curtains a drawn. A hand reaches out, and pulls Duo's limb body out of view.
"Enjoy!!!"
Chapter three- 'Trowa'
The crashing of the sea, blocked out the sound of the world around her. High above her was the glorious Earth shining brightly as a star in its peak of light.
Towering over her, was the beautiful castle made of silver, shining like crystal. Large but graceful, it put the Earth's beauty to shame. All light colors, seemed to meld together as one splendid delicacy.
Emotions seemed to jumble together, and hit her all at once. A red rose in it's full bloom, brought out the sadness of the world, as each petal began to fall, and disappear into the mist that slithered into the clearing of the woods she stood in.
High above in the castle, a bright light flashed, as if trying to reach her, calling her to come. The urgency in the light, was so strong, it pulled her closer, and closer.
The mist began to lift, reaching to her knees, and the iciness of fear crept under her skin, and licked her bones. Just as quickly, the mist rose to her waist, and the intense heat of anger hit her in the face. She felt herself growing closer to the castle, as if it was so close, she could feel its presence just beyond the trees.
As the mist touched her breasts, she heard the roar of rage crackle in her ears, ordering her to stop, to not go any further than she had already gotten.
The mist rose passed her face, and she couldn't reach the castle anymore, as if her feet were frozen in place. Images swirled around in the mist, until she was trapped in a funnel. The petal sliced her flesh, as they touched her, and the light scorched her skin. The anger made her mind race in confusion, and the fear clutched her heart in a tight grip unwilling to let it go. The rage and everything all together, rung in her ears threatening to make her go insane, of the madness of it all.
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Usagi shot upright in bed, her arms shot out in front of her, as she let out a cry of anguish. The emotions still swarmed around her like a dark cloud. Her heart slammed wildly against her chest, threatening to come out. Her ears rung with unfamiliar sounds, and hatful words she never heard people use.
Her eyes flew around the room, as if searching for something that should be there but wasn't. Her arms fell limply on the bed, as her heart seemed to settle in her chest, and her mind stopped swirling around to sort things out.
All the emotions dissipated, as if they were never there, but her body felt tired. With having to go through all the fear, the anger, the rage and grief all at once.
There was a knock on her door. "Miss." Usagi wiped at the tears that stained her cheeks. There was another knock, "Is everything alright?" She didn't recognize the voice, but replied, "Hai, I'm fine."
She was ashamed that her own voice had betrayed her.
The door opened, and a tall figure slipped inside the room. "You don't sound well miss." Usagi tried to see him through the darkness, but the light of the moon threw shadows on his face.
"I'm fine sir. But who are you?" Usagi rubbed her eyes, and threw off her covers. Casually she shifted, and sat with her long legs folded under her.
The figure stepped further into the room, and was bathed into the light of the moon. Usagi inhaled deeply, and stared at the figure standing before her.
He was tall, and much older than her. He wasn't dressed completely, only a pair of black loose fitting pants he had been sleeping in. His skin was lightly tanned, but in the light of the moon it looked paler than it should. Broad chest, and a lean stomach stood out bare in the light.
His face, fairly handsome, but slightly on the cold side. Calm and collective he looked. Honey brown hair, cut short in the back, and long thick bangs fell over his forehead, and covered one dark eye. "Who are you?"
Usagi grabbed the blanket at the foot of the bed, and threw it over her shoulders, to cover herself better.
Silence filled the room, and the young man seemed to be thinking deeply if he should tell her. "Quatre trusts you deeply." Usagi raised an eyebrow. "Quatre kun? You know him?"
The man nodded. "I'm Trowa Barton, a friend of Quatre's. We met a long time ago, during the war."
Usagi nodded, and shifted again on the bed. This time she ended up on her bottom, and her feet dangling off the end of the bed. "You're staying here too?"
Trowa nodded, but didn't speak. His voice was distant, and reluctant to tell her anything. It was like he tested out each word he said in his mind. His eye, the only one she could see studied her, and it made her feel cautious with everything she did.
Usagi noticed the strap to her nightgown was slipping, and lifted it back up onto her shoulder. "I'm Usagi. I'm sure Quatre told you of me?"
Trowa nodded, and his eye stared at her hand, that had fixed the strap, and had lingered on her slender shoulder.
Usagi pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and bit down on it nervously. "Wha...what did he say? I mean about me of course?"
Trowa folded his arms in front of him, as if to cover his chest she assumed, and stayed silent. Usagi fiddled with her hands in her lap, feeling really nervous under his intense gaze.
"He likes you." Usagi blinked. She wasn't sure if it was either that he had spoken, or what he had said. Maybe even a little of both surprised her. "What do you mean?"
A long pause of silence. "He... enjoyed your company." Usagi nodded slowly letting his words sink in. "Oh." She was silent for a second, and looked down at her hands.
She was going to ask another question, but her voice died in her throat. Trowa had moved from the middle of the large room, to be standing in front of her. She looked up, staring into his face.
She saw both of his eyes, in the light of the moon. Forest green.
She felt lost for words, and was unable to think. Trowa touched her shoulder, and drew up the other strap that had slipped like the other. "It was nice meeting you Miss Usagi. I hope you sleep well from now on."
Usagi blinked, and barely saw him slip out of the room. It didn't dawn on her, until the clock next to her beep indicating it was 4 am. He had made her forget about the nightmare. And as she tried to think about it, she couldn't even recall what it was about, and why it had scared her so much.
Knowing she was fully awake, after her meeting with the mysterious Trowa, Usagi threw off the blanket, and stood. She shivered in the light of the moon, but walked to the door to the bathroom. She shut the door behind her, and locked it.
Under the door, there was a flash, and the light turned on inside. Then instantly inside the bathroom you could hear the shower running, and the curtain drawn open, and then shut.
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Usagi shut the door to the bathroom, behind her softly. She glanced around the room, finding it exactly as she had left it.
Cheerfully, she walked to the bed, and grasped the sheets, and tugged them to the head of the bed. She straightened, and smoothed them out. Then on each side of the bed, she tucked it in, and then covered the sheets with the comforter.
Usagi tossed the pillows to the head of the bed, and then turned, and made her way to the door. She turned the knob, and pulled it open.
Quatre stood in front of her, his hand raised in a half knock position, and a dozen white roses in the other.
Usagi didn't miss a second, a smile spread across her beautiful face. Her eyes lit up, and she reached out, to swipe a fallen lock from his eyes. "Morning Quatre."
Quatre flushed, the pink tint spreading across his cheeks, and Usagi couldn't help but giggle. Instinctively he raised the roses, for her to see, "I...These are for you."
Usagi looked at them, and she inhaled deeply, "Oh Quatre, they're beautiful!" she took them from him, and inhaled their lovely scent.
Usagi lowered them, and pulled Quatre into a hug, "Artigato Quatre!" Quatre's blush darkened considerably. "Y...you're welcome Usagi."
Usagi pulled back, "Lets go find a vase to put these in." Quatre shook his head, "If you leave them on your bed, one of the maids will put it in a vase for you."
Usagi nodded, "Alright." She set the roses down on her pillow, and then joined Quatre back at the door.
Quatre shut the door for Usagi, and then followed her down the hall. Usagi smiled at him, when he took his place at her side, and her eyes sparkling with happiness.
Quatre studied her closely, but not to visibly. They were following the hallway that would lead them to the stairs. "What are you staring at?" He blinked, "Huh?" She laughed, and Quatre felt his heart leap.
He couldn't help, but stare at her, his eyes focusing on her beauty, and the way her face lit up as she laughed. Her eyes, were the most perfect sapphires, but as he studied closer, he realized that the lights, reflected the wrong color. Not sapphire, but azure stones, slightly off from sapphire, but there wasn't much of a difference. They glowed with happiness, and heightened her beauty. Her hair was still long, even though it had been cut the other day. I falling cascade of gold, and looked soft, as silk, but Quatre didn't dare try to find out if his suspicion was correct. Her skin was perfect, light tan in color. There wasn't a single impurity about her complexion.
She wore a long light pink plaid cargo skirt that had a slit in the front that went to the top of her knees. A white skirt, the sleeves reaching to her elbows, but falling off her shoulders, covered the rest of her body. On the right sleeve, there was a pocket with a pink butterfly sown on. On her small feet, were white sandals that could be easily slipped off if wanted.
Usagi turned her head away, her loose hair snapping at the air. Her gaze fell onto a door they were about to pass. Inside, she could barely make out in the dim lighted room, a figure.
As they passed, she recognized the dark green eyes that studied her, with a lazed gaze.
Usagi turned away, unable to stare into the unnerving eyes, of the man who had spoken to her last night. 'Trowa.' The name popped up out of nowhere in her mind. And before she could stop her self, she asked, "Quatre, do you know a Trowa?"
Just as calmly as she had asked, he replied, "Yes I do. Why do you ask?"
Usagi gnawed on her bottom lip, "Well, I was just wondering." She saw his doubtful gaze, and quickly added, "I heard some people say his name, when I was going to my room last night."
Quatre nodded, easily taking in her answer, and believing it was true. " He's a kind person, but not very sociable. He usually prefers to watch." Silently Usagi replied, 'Hai I know.'
The two walked down the stairs together, but at the bottom, Relena joined them. "Quatre, would you be interested, to accompany me, to a meeting?" Quatre glanced at Usagi, and saw that she had turned away from them, when she had realized it didn't relate to herself.
Quatre turned back to Relena, and focused all his attention on her. "What kind of meeting, Miss Relena?"
Relena replied easily, "One with the leaders of the Colonies." Quatre frowned, "Why do we have another meeting with them?" Relena turned, knowing that the conversation was leading to private matters. She started down the hallway to her office. Quatre followed suit, knowing full well that everyone was listening.
Usagi waited silently, till the two were gone, and not in site range. She turned from the vase she had been staring at, and frowned. 'A meeting with the leaders? Why?'
She was so deep in her thoughts, Usagi never heard the footsteps coming towards her. She never felt the stir in the air, when he moved in on her. And she never saw him come up behind her.
That was until she felt the heat of his touch.
Trowa sighs, but states in an eerie calm voice: "Last time, on Love is the Cure, Usagi meets the ever so bashful Quatre. Together they go the Peacecraft academy, and startling everyone, she is related to Relena."
Luna P swats him on the head: "Alright ever so talkative one, you can go."
"Trowa got his by a girl!!!"
Luna P scowls, "Duo Maxwell, don't make me come back there."
Sweetly, she inches behind the curtain, and you hear a smack, and a loud thud. The curtains a drawn. A hand reaches out, and pulls Duo's limb body out of view.
"Enjoy!!!"
Chapter three- 'Trowa'
The crashing of the sea, blocked out the sound of the world around her. High above her was the glorious Earth shining brightly as a star in its peak of light.
Towering over her, was the beautiful castle made of silver, shining like crystal. Large but graceful, it put the Earth's beauty to shame. All light colors, seemed to meld together as one splendid delicacy.
Emotions seemed to jumble together, and hit her all at once. A red rose in it's full bloom, brought out the sadness of the world, as each petal began to fall, and disappear into the mist that slithered into the clearing of the woods she stood in.
High above in the castle, a bright light flashed, as if trying to reach her, calling her to come. The urgency in the light, was so strong, it pulled her closer, and closer.
The mist began to lift, reaching to her knees, and the iciness of fear crept under her skin, and licked her bones. Just as quickly, the mist rose to her waist, and the intense heat of anger hit her in the face. She felt herself growing closer to the castle, as if it was so close, she could feel its presence just beyond the trees.
As the mist touched her breasts, she heard the roar of rage crackle in her ears, ordering her to stop, to not go any further than she had already gotten.
The mist rose passed her face, and she couldn't reach the castle anymore, as if her feet were frozen in place. Images swirled around in the mist, until she was trapped in a funnel. The petal sliced her flesh, as they touched her, and the light scorched her skin. The anger made her mind race in confusion, and the fear clutched her heart in a tight grip unwilling to let it go. The rage and everything all together, rung in her ears threatening to make her go insane, of the madness of it all.
?????
Usagi shot upright in bed, her arms shot out in front of her, as she let out a cry of anguish. The emotions still swarmed around her like a dark cloud. Her heart slammed wildly against her chest, threatening to come out. Her ears rung with unfamiliar sounds, and hatful words she never heard people use.
Her eyes flew around the room, as if searching for something that should be there but wasn't. Her arms fell limply on the bed, as her heart seemed to settle in her chest, and her mind stopped swirling around to sort things out.
All the emotions dissipated, as if they were never there, but her body felt tired. With having to go through all the fear, the anger, the rage and grief all at once.
There was a knock on her door. "Miss." Usagi wiped at the tears that stained her cheeks. There was another knock, "Is everything alright?" She didn't recognize the voice, but replied, "Hai, I'm fine."
She was ashamed that her own voice had betrayed her.
The door opened, and a tall figure slipped inside the room. "You don't sound well miss." Usagi tried to see him through the darkness, but the light of the moon threw shadows on his face.
"I'm fine sir. But who are you?" Usagi rubbed her eyes, and threw off her covers. Casually she shifted, and sat with her long legs folded under her.
The figure stepped further into the room, and was bathed into the light of the moon. Usagi inhaled deeply, and stared at the figure standing before her.
He was tall, and much older than her. He wasn't dressed completely, only a pair of black loose fitting pants he had been sleeping in. His skin was lightly tanned, but in the light of the moon it looked paler than it should. Broad chest, and a lean stomach stood out bare in the light.
His face, fairly handsome, but slightly on the cold side. Calm and collective he looked. Honey brown hair, cut short in the back, and long thick bangs fell over his forehead, and covered one dark eye. "Who are you?"
Usagi grabbed the blanket at the foot of the bed, and threw it over her shoulders, to cover herself better.
Silence filled the room, and the young man seemed to be thinking deeply if he should tell her. "Quatre trusts you deeply." Usagi raised an eyebrow. "Quatre kun? You know him?"
The man nodded. "I'm Trowa Barton, a friend of Quatre's. We met a long time ago, during the war."
Usagi nodded, and shifted again on the bed. This time she ended up on her bottom, and her feet dangling off the end of the bed. "You're staying here too?"
Trowa nodded, but didn't speak. His voice was distant, and reluctant to tell her anything. It was like he tested out each word he said in his mind. His eye, the only one she could see studied her, and it made her feel cautious with everything she did.
Usagi noticed the strap to her nightgown was slipping, and lifted it back up onto her shoulder. "I'm Usagi. I'm sure Quatre told you of me?"
Trowa nodded, and his eye stared at her hand, that had fixed the strap, and had lingered on her slender shoulder.
Usagi pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and bit down on it nervously. "Wha...what did he say? I mean about me of course?"
Trowa folded his arms in front of him, as if to cover his chest she assumed, and stayed silent. Usagi fiddled with her hands in her lap, feeling really nervous under his intense gaze.
"He likes you." Usagi blinked. She wasn't sure if it was either that he had spoken, or what he had said. Maybe even a little of both surprised her. "What do you mean?"
A long pause of silence. "He... enjoyed your company." Usagi nodded slowly letting his words sink in. "Oh." She was silent for a second, and looked down at her hands.
She was going to ask another question, but her voice died in her throat. Trowa had moved from the middle of the large room, to be standing in front of her. She looked up, staring into his face.
She saw both of his eyes, in the light of the moon. Forest green.
She felt lost for words, and was unable to think. Trowa touched her shoulder, and drew up the other strap that had slipped like the other. "It was nice meeting you Miss Usagi. I hope you sleep well from now on."
Usagi blinked, and barely saw him slip out of the room. It didn't dawn on her, until the clock next to her beep indicating it was 4 am. He had made her forget about the nightmare. And as she tried to think about it, she couldn't even recall what it was about, and why it had scared her so much.
Knowing she was fully awake, after her meeting with the mysterious Trowa, Usagi threw off the blanket, and stood. She shivered in the light of the moon, but walked to the door to the bathroom. She shut the door behind her, and locked it.
Under the door, there was a flash, and the light turned on inside. Then instantly inside the bathroom you could hear the shower running, and the curtain drawn open, and then shut.
? ?? ?
Usagi shut the door to the bathroom, behind her softly. She glanced around the room, finding it exactly as she had left it.
Cheerfully, she walked to the bed, and grasped the sheets, and tugged them to the head of the bed. She straightened, and smoothed them out. Then on each side of the bed, she tucked it in, and then covered the sheets with the comforter.
Usagi tossed the pillows to the head of the bed, and then turned, and made her way to the door. She turned the knob, and pulled it open.
Quatre stood in front of her, his hand raised in a half knock position, and a dozen white roses in the other.
Usagi didn't miss a second, a smile spread across her beautiful face. Her eyes lit up, and she reached out, to swipe a fallen lock from his eyes. "Morning Quatre."
Quatre flushed, the pink tint spreading across his cheeks, and Usagi couldn't help but giggle. Instinctively he raised the roses, for her to see, "I...These are for you."
Usagi looked at them, and she inhaled deeply, "Oh Quatre, they're beautiful!" she took them from him, and inhaled their lovely scent.
Usagi lowered them, and pulled Quatre into a hug, "Artigato Quatre!" Quatre's blush darkened considerably. "Y...you're welcome Usagi."
Usagi pulled back, "Lets go find a vase to put these in." Quatre shook his head, "If you leave them on your bed, one of the maids will put it in a vase for you."
Usagi nodded, "Alright." She set the roses down on her pillow, and then joined Quatre back at the door.
Quatre shut the door for Usagi, and then followed her down the hall. Usagi smiled at him, when he took his place at her side, and her eyes sparkling with happiness.
Quatre studied her closely, but not to visibly. They were following the hallway that would lead them to the stairs. "What are you staring at?" He blinked, "Huh?" She laughed, and Quatre felt his heart leap.
He couldn't help, but stare at her, his eyes focusing on her beauty, and the way her face lit up as she laughed. Her eyes, were the most perfect sapphires, but as he studied closer, he realized that the lights, reflected the wrong color. Not sapphire, but azure stones, slightly off from sapphire, but there wasn't much of a difference. They glowed with happiness, and heightened her beauty. Her hair was still long, even though it had been cut the other day. I falling cascade of gold, and looked soft, as silk, but Quatre didn't dare try to find out if his suspicion was correct. Her skin was perfect, light tan in color. There wasn't a single impurity about her complexion.
She wore a long light pink plaid cargo skirt that had a slit in the front that went to the top of her knees. A white skirt, the sleeves reaching to her elbows, but falling off her shoulders, covered the rest of her body. On the right sleeve, there was a pocket with a pink butterfly sown on. On her small feet, were white sandals that could be easily slipped off if wanted.
Usagi turned her head away, her loose hair snapping at the air. Her gaze fell onto a door they were about to pass. Inside, she could barely make out in the dim lighted room, a figure.
As they passed, she recognized the dark green eyes that studied her, with a lazed gaze.
Usagi turned away, unable to stare into the unnerving eyes, of the man who had spoken to her last night. 'Trowa.' The name popped up out of nowhere in her mind. And before she could stop her self, she asked, "Quatre, do you know a Trowa?"
Just as calmly as she had asked, he replied, "Yes I do. Why do you ask?"
Usagi gnawed on her bottom lip, "Well, I was just wondering." She saw his doubtful gaze, and quickly added, "I heard some people say his name, when I was going to my room last night."
Quatre nodded, easily taking in her answer, and believing it was true. " He's a kind person, but not very sociable. He usually prefers to watch." Silently Usagi replied, 'Hai I know.'
The two walked down the stairs together, but at the bottom, Relena joined them. "Quatre, would you be interested, to accompany me, to a meeting?" Quatre glanced at Usagi, and saw that she had turned away from them, when she had realized it didn't relate to herself.
Quatre turned back to Relena, and focused all his attention on her. "What kind of meeting, Miss Relena?"
Relena replied easily, "One with the leaders of the Colonies." Quatre frowned, "Why do we have another meeting with them?" Relena turned, knowing that the conversation was leading to private matters. She started down the hallway to her office. Quatre followed suit, knowing full well that everyone was listening.
Usagi waited silently, till the two were gone, and not in site range. She turned from the vase she had been staring at, and frowned. 'A meeting with the leaders? Why?'
She was so deep in her thoughts, Usagi never heard the footsteps coming towards her. She never felt the stir in the air, when he moved in on her. And she never saw him come up behind her.
That was until she felt the heat of his touch.