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Title: To Lose a Heart (Trowa's POV)
Author: Alana Maxwell
Pairings: 3x4. 4x3
Contains: Yaoi, Angst,Violence, Language, Possible Deathfic
He trembled in my arms as I slowly detached myself from his body. At first I wasn't surprised, since he was pretty much new to the feeling of sex. But this time, as I placed his head on my chest, there was a pain that jolted me in my heart as he layed there. Stroking his blonde hair, I lowered my eyes down to gaze into his. Something was not right, this wasn't my Arabian lover. I would understand that he would be quiet for the first few minutes to gain his strength, but he was too quiet. He was still trembling as well, pulling the red satin blankets up higher, I covered his bare body and held him closer to ensure him warmth. "Quatre?" I whisper to him," are you okay?" He didn't respond, but breathed a sigh. "Quatre..love..is something wrong?" I lifted his head up and kissed him gently on the forehead. Quatre looked up at me and smiled gently, then whispered. "The time is near...something will happen that will affect us both, I just don't know.." I quirked my brow at this. It was true that Quatre had premonitions about the possible future, but I sensed he knew more he was telling. I decided to drop it there for the night. Wrapping his arms around my waist, and laying his head on my chest, I smiled as he fell asleep. I, too then closed my eyes and slept. After a few hours of resting, I woke up and yawned softly. My blue eyes glanced down at Quatre's sleeping form and I smiled. Slipping out from my blonde angel's arms without awakening him, I went over to the bathroom to shower. As I cleaned my chest and lower abdomen, my thoughts wandered to what Quatre had said earlier after we made love. I wondered what he meant when he said that something was going to happen. Could it be something wrong? Or something good? Or could it be I have the water on too hot? Shaking my head, I turned off the water and pulled out a towel. Wrapping it around my waist, I lifted my left arm, (with my right arm holding the towel), I wiped the steam from the mirror to look at myself. A small smile came to my lips as I stared in. I had changed, I used to be a confused young man with no past or name. With no one to love or hold. Now I am a happy young man, my name being Trowa, and I love and will always hold my Arabian blonde angel, Quatre. Suddenly I heard a scream coming from the bedroom. Opening the door, I rushed in, to find Quatre grabbing on to his chest. My eyes widened, and I seemed to feel the same pain he did. I walked over to him as quickly as I could, but as I got closer, the pain we both seemed to experience became greater. My left arm quickly flew to my chest, as I tried to stop the pain. Soon, Quatre stopped screaming and became motionless. I thought at first that the pain ended, but a jolt into my heart told me something was wrong. "Quatre..? Quatre..wake up.." As I got to the bedside, I took in a painful breath. Taking his hand in my own, my eyes clouded with fear as he didn't squeeze it. He wouldn't open his eyes, or anything. Dropping his hand suddenly, I stood up, my eyes very wide. No, it couldn't be could it? 'The time is near...something will happen that will affect us both, I just don't know..' But I knew, and there was no way I was going to accept it. "No Quatre..nothing is going to happen between us. Nothing! You are my angel, and you shall live forever with me! Quatre? Quatre! Answer me Quatre! QUATRE!" By that time, I heard people gathering at the door, knocking, wondering what was wrong. I ignored them, my eyes were watering, focused directly at his face. What was happening, is it my fate to be happy for a little bit, then for everything to be torn apart? There is no way that was to happen. I went closer to him, and shook him, hoping to revive him, hoping I was dreaming........................................
(to be continued...)
Title: To Lose a Heart (Trowa's POV)
Author: Alana Maxwell
Pairings: 3x4. 4x3
Contains: Yaoi, Angst,Violence, Language, Possible Deathfic
He trembled in my arms as I slowly detached myself from his body. At first I wasn't surprised, since he was pretty much new to the feeling of sex. But this time, as I placed his head on my chest, there was a pain that jolted me in my heart as he layed there. Stroking his blonde hair, I lowered my eyes down to gaze into his. Something was not right, this wasn't my Arabian lover. I would understand that he would be quiet for the first few minutes to gain his strength, but he was too quiet. He was still trembling as well, pulling the red satin blankets up higher, I covered his bare body and held him closer to ensure him warmth. "Quatre?" I whisper to him," are you okay?" He didn't respond, but breathed a sigh. "Quatre..love..is something wrong?" I lifted his head up and kissed him gently on the forehead. Quatre looked up at me and smiled gently, then whispered. "The time is near...something will happen that will affect us both, I just don't know.." I quirked my brow at this. It was true that Quatre had premonitions about the possible future, but I sensed he knew more he was telling. I decided to drop it there for the night. Wrapping his arms around my waist, and laying his head on my chest, I smiled as he fell asleep. I, too then closed my eyes and slept. After a few hours of resting, I woke up and yawned softly. My blue eyes glanced down at Quatre's sleeping form and I smiled. Slipping out from my blonde angel's arms without awakening him, I went over to the bathroom to shower. As I cleaned my chest and lower abdomen, my thoughts wandered to what Quatre had said earlier after we made love. I wondered what he meant when he said that something was going to happen. Could it be something wrong? Or something good? Or could it be I have the water on too hot? Shaking my head, I turned off the water and pulled out a towel. Wrapping it around my waist, I lifted my left arm, (with my right arm holding the towel), I wiped the steam from the mirror to look at myself. A small smile came to my lips as I stared in. I had changed, I used to be a confused young man with no past or name. With no one to love or hold. Now I am a happy young man, my name being Trowa, and I love and will always hold my Arabian blonde angel, Quatre. Suddenly I heard a scream coming from the bedroom. Opening the door, I rushed in, to find Quatre grabbing on to his chest. My eyes widened, and I seemed to feel the same pain he did. I walked over to him as quickly as I could, but as I got closer, the pain we both seemed to experience became greater. My left arm quickly flew to my chest, as I tried to stop the pain. Soon, Quatre stopped screaming and became motionless. I thought at first that the pain ended, but a jolt into my heart told me something was wrong. "Quatre..? Quatre..wake up.." As I got to the bedside, I took in a painful breath. Taking his hand in my own, my eyes clouded with fear as he didn't squeeze it. He wouldn't open his eyes, or anything. Dropping his hand suddenly, I stood up, my eyes very wide. No, it couldn't be could it? 'The time is near...something will happen that will affect us both, I just don't know..' But I knew, and there was no way I was going to accept it. "No Quatre..nothing is going to happen between us. Nothing! You are my angel, and you shall live forever with me! Quatre? Quatre! Answer me Quatre! QUATRE!" By that time, I heard people gathering at the door, knocking, wondering what was wrong. I ignored them, my eyes were watering, focused directly at his face. What was happening, is it my fate to be happy for a little bit, then for everything to be torn apart? There is no way that was to happen. I went closer to him, and shook him, hoping to revive him, hoping I was dreaming........................................
(to be continued...)