Destiny: To Love a Woman
By Moony
Chapter 2
"What am I doing!" Dorothy screamed at her reflection. "There is no way we'd ever work!" She threw some cold water on her face. She rubbed a towel over her face and brushed her hair. After she looked over herself in the mirror and decided that it was the best she was going to do with herself today. She grabbed her bag full of books and went out of her university dorm. She chose to live on the grounds along with her students, in case they needed her at any time.
"And it's not like I have anyone else who needs me," She whispered as she locked her door. She walked down the hall. She passed many of her students who were polite and said hi.
After walking half way across the campus she reached her classroom. She walked in and set her bag on her desk. She looked at the tables where the students sit and was shocked to find Quatre sitting in one of the.
"Wa- what are you doing here?" she muttered turning down to her bag, to hide the red that was appearing on her face.
"Trowa left me," Quatre explained.
"He, he did?" Dorothy said surprised. "But, but I thought you two were…" she glanced up at him. "In love." He smiled at her. She could see the pain it held.
"I did too."
"Well, you know where he has to be…"
"The circus," Quatre finished.
"Why don't you go find him and confront him?" Dorothy asked.
"Because this is his way of telling me he wants to be alone," Quatre sighed. Dorothy's face twisted into a painful frown as Quatre looked out the window. If he had looked he could have seen the love and compassion in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Quatre," she sighed. "If you want to stay here for my classes it's fine with me."
"Thank you, Dorothy," Quatre smiled and looked back at her. "I knew you would understand." Dorothy merely smiled at him.
* * * *
The whole day Quatre watched Dorothy. He watched how she interested the students and helped them learn. The first class walked in and Quatre had moved to a chair beside Dorothy's desk. He heard a bell ring and the children, who looked about fifteen or sixteen, sat down.
"Good morning class," Dorothy said quietly. "We will be having a guest in our room today. I expect you to treat him with respect."
"Why?" one kid laughed. "Because he's your boyfriend?" Quatre suddenly became very embarrassed.
"No," Dorothy said sternly, without even a glint of embarrassment in her eyes. "For that comment you'll be spending after school with me, Peter."
"Aw, come on Miss C!" the boy cried. Dorothy ignored him and began her lesson
"Today we'll be searching deeper into the Second World War. Now, tell me who was involved in this war and why?" Dorothy said and clicked the lid off of the dry erase marker. A young girl raised her hand.
"Germany," she whispered. "Weren't they involved?"
"Very good Merie. They were the cause, yes," Dorothy said and wrote Germany on the board.
"Hey, wasn't everyone going to loose until America got involved?" a boy yelled.
"Now I don't know if that all is necessarily true," Dorothy said calmly. "But just as the other countries, America did assist in destroying the Nazi attack. Now you all seem to be stuck in Europe. I believe there were more enemies a little East of there.
"Japan!" a kid cried.
"And America nuked them! Ha, serves them right!" the boy who had commented on America laughed. Dorothy turned around quickly.
"I will not accept such talk in my class. Innocent people died because of this war and whether or not what the Japanese did was right it is no reason for you to mock them or what happened to them! That was a great tragedy and I will not hear any of my students laughing about it! Do you understand, Jeremy?"
"I'm sorry, Mam," the boy bowed his head.
"Students, wars are for us to view the mistakes of our ancestor so that we might not make the same mistakes. Thanks to the rule and influence of Relena Peacecraft Yuy we have finally been able to rid our world in space and on Earth of things such as nuclear bombs so that children like you will grow up in peace. And let us not forget the soldiers over the centuries who gave up their lives for that peace," Dorothy lectured. "Now I'm going to give you a hand out on some notes for world war two. Study them and add to them as we go along in this chapter." Dorothy handed out the papers. "Now read the first part of the chapter. I will give you twenty minutes to do so and I do not want to hear one peep from any of you. If you have a question raise your hand and I will assist you." Dorothy turned and saw Quatre staring at her in awe. She quickly darted her eyes away and sat at her desk. Quatre leaned over to her.
"That was very impressive," he mumbled. "You are quite a teacher."
"Thank you, Quatre," Dorothy replied.
The bell rang after Dorothy assigned homework for the class. She looked at Quatre who was reading, with amusement, some of the essays of the students.
"What do you think of them?" Dorothy asked.
"Your students are very intelligent," Quatre replied and sat the papers back down on Dorothy's desk.
"Yes they are," Dorothy replied. "It's time for lunch. Would you like to go out for a while?"
"Sure," he said. Dorothy stood from her seat, as did Quatre. He grabbed his coat and they began walking out of the classroom.
* * * *
Trowa sat with Cathy to his left, Midii to his right and all of Midii's relations in front of him. Midii's father was tall with blond hair. He seemed warn and tired all the time. Her brothers were only thirteen or younger. They were anxious to leave and check out the elephants that had just passed by Cathy's trailer. Cathy smiled as they all ate her cooking.
Trowa had a bit of an understanding why Midii did what she did those years ago. He understood what it felt like to have a family and a sibling. And he would die for Cathy if need be. Midii's father, Harold talked to Cathy about how thankful he was to the own of the circus for giving him and his family a job here. Cathy smiled and began explaining about her life at the circus. Midii grabbed Trowa's hand and gently tugged it, then got up and looked at him with a small grin.
"I think I'm going to go for a walk around. I'll be back soon," Midii said and walked off.
"I'm going to go with her," Trowa said quickly and left before Cathrine could stop him or question his motives. Midii was waiting for him outside the door. She smiled at him softly and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Midii sighed and they walked past all the animal cages and failed to notice the stares they were getting from all the members of the circus. Trowa had never imagined he could feel so happy as he did now with Midii right beside him.
* * * *
Dorothy poured Quatre some tea in her dorm as they sat together at her table.
"Do you enjoy working here?" Quatre asked after dropping two cubes of sugar in his tea.
"Very much," Dorothy replied. "Though there are times I consider leaving, but there's no where really that I can go. I know I could go and do diplomatic things, but I've seen the toll that's taken on Relena."
"What about the Preventers?" Quatre questioned and sipped his tea.
"Believe it or not, Quatre," Dorothy sighed. "I'm sick of fighting. I saw way too many people die and I still can not live with everything I did those years ago."
"Everything?" Quatre asked. Dorothy looked down and sighed.
"If you're speaking of when I stabbed you, yes. It's one of the things I regret most of all, if not the thing I most regret."
"You still don't seem happy here, Dorothy," Quatre pointed out after a long pause. "You don't seem like you're enjoying life." Dorothy looked up at him shocked.
"You don't seem to happy yourself, Quatre. And maybe not in you're right mind. Generally people would avoid, at all costs, the person who stabbed them and tried to kill them, save Relena of course," Dorothy grinned. Quatre smiled.
"Isn't that ironic though? She's the one who's happily married and in love," Quatre said and looked out the window. Dorothy looked at him as the sun light up his blond hair and illuminated his face.
"It's because she gave into her emotions. She knew whom she wanted and whom she loved and she was strong enough to go after it. I am not," Dorothy whispered.
"Do you love someone, Dorothy?" Quatre questioned with a curious tent in his eyes. Dorothy laughed lightly with a cynical tone.
"I am afraid I am cursed with the disease," Dorothy admitted. "What about you Quatre. Is there someone who you desire?"
"I don't know," Quatre said. "I thought I was, but I don't know."
"Trowa?" Dorothy asked. Quatre nodded.
"I told Relena after her insolent with Nicolas that when she was," he cleared his throat uneasily and blushed slightly. "Less than decent, that I had been attracted to her."
"To her?" Dorothy questioned surprised.
"No not her, just the feminine body," Quatre explained. "I was aroused. It puts into question my sexuality. I thought I had it figured out when I met Trowa, but I may not."
"You mean you're not sure you're gay?" Dorothy asked bluntly.
"Yes," Quatre said. "And I have reason to believe Trowa feels the same. I think there's a woman involved in his leaving me."
"I know this is personal, but my curiosity is eating me up…"
"Go ahead."
"Did you two have, er, sexual interaction?" Dorothy asked. Quatre looked up at her surprised. "I said it was personal. Do not feel the need to answer."
"No, we didn't have sex. We'd kiss every now and then, but I never felt anything when we did. I mean…" Quatre ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I don't know what I mean. If I'm supposed to be attracted to men then why doesn't kissing them cause something in me to feel titillate?"
"Have you ever kissed a woman?" Dorothy asked.
"No!" Quatre said loudly and blushed wildly.
"Well you said you were attracted to Relena, maybe if you tried to date a woman and… well you may get answers," Dorothy pointed out with a dry throat. Quatre looked at her for a long time, then looked back down at his tea. Dorothy knew he was thinking. She glanced up at the clock. She had plenty of time. Her next class wasn't for another hour.
"How do you date women?" Quatre interrupted her thoughts.
"I would think it would be the same as with a man."
"There was only Trowa," Quatre sighed. Dorothy sat back and stirred her tea. Her mind was racing, searching for an idea to help Quatre. "Dorothy," Quatre said with a husky tone. She looked up at him. His eyes had a strange tint to them. "How about I date you?"