He Doesn't See Me
Originally sung by Sarah Brightman
[When he passes me by, he's a ray of light
Like the first drop of sun from the sky.]
A blonde headed boy walks down the path, cheerfully greeting all that come near
enough for him to greet. As a sign of respect to such a man, and to add a playfulness to
their day, they return the young man's gesture, and watch happily as his blue-green eyes
twinkle with happiness as they answer his quiet but firm "Hello". After he has left radius
of earshot, all mothers come out and scold their children, saying that when they grow up,
they should be just as polite as he.
[And I know he's a king, who deserves a queen.
But I'm not a queen.]
Another boy lurks in the shadows, hugging them so that no one will see him. He
watches the blonde boy carefully, closely, but not close enough to be seen. Suddenly the
blonde boy stops, and starts to turn in the other boy's gaze. The other boy quickly tilts
his head back, letting his strangely groomed brown hair shine in the sun, so the boy will
see that it is a person with their back to him. As a sign of politeness, the blonde boy
never disturbs a person unless they are facing him. The boy with the light brown hair waits
until the blonde boy is out of sight, and then breathes out a sigh of relief. They are
broken by the seemingly lifeless green eyes that calmly watch again as the blonde boy greets
all he can in the park, then his mouth unconsciously start to form words.
"Oh, Quatre..."
[And he doesn't see me.]
But not to risk another close encounter with the boy with the aquamarine eyes, the
brown haired boy walks away, risking another glance as he shrinks into the shadows of the
trees, then with a rustle of leaves and foliage, he is gone. Quatre looks behind him,
sensing someone watching him, someone familiar, but he shrugs it off as a ruse, because no
one is there.
[When he dances, he moves me to a smile
And I seem everything near him shine.]
The same brown headed boy stays in the corner of the ballroom, a shorter girl with
laughing blue eyes and brown curls that frame her face clinging to his elbow. They watch
from the balcony above the dance floor where forms whirl and spin, their multicolored
dresses and tuxedos showing no sign of stopping their dizzying ways. The girl admires the
throng of people on the ground below them, and calls up to him softly, her voice taken away
by the music that drowned out everything else. But the boy knows that she is speaking, and
knowingly reads her lips. They tell him that she is proud of her brother, but she is
concerned about the factor of his everlasting sadness.
Discovered, he looks at her sharply, then just stares at the blonde boy, now on the
far corner of the room. His sister follows his gaze, and acknowledges this discovery. But
she do not speak, just observes as her brother stares at his best friend in the corner.
[There's a grace in his ways that I can't contain
I haven't that grace
Oh I haven't that grace.]
Quatre waltzes with Dorothy for a little while, when he feels that watching presence
falling over him again. The same presence he felt in the park, on the street, in the office
building...someone was watching him, but whoever it was, he could tell that this person
meant no harm, only good. He/She wanted only to make sure that he was safe, and he was glad
that someone was watching his back when he couldn't do it, and that someone cared. But he
couldn't help but wonder, who was it? There was no one there but his closest friends, yet
he felt this presence was foreign, an aura that he wasn't acquainted with. Frowing, he
looked around, but there was no one there. Everyone was talking with each other, even Trowa
up on the balcony seemed preoccupiedly chatting with his recently found sister. He was glad
for them, all right, but still, Trowa was an enigma, an unknown. Could there be more to him
that met the eye?
[And the closer he gets I can't help but hide
So ashamed of my body and voice.]
Trowa leaves the party early, while Catherine was talking with Dorothy. He doesn't
regret that he left early. He was sure that Quatre suspected something, now. The blonde
Arab had almost caught him staring at him, and the Latino could only turn to Catherine and
ask her to pretend to talk. Catherine began to chat with him about the lions, and what
their names were again. She never could seem to remember the names, but she could always
identify them by her own set of names. He sighed, and looked up at the sky again.
I wonder how long it's been since I met Quatre...it seems like it's been forever,
we met so long ago. I just hope he remembers our first meeting as well as I do, the fight
and the compromise, it is always here, in my mind. I always consider him first, and I know
he would do the same for me. But I don't have the guile or the elegance he has. I am
content to watch him from afar.
[There are boundaries we pass in spite of the war
But our own, we can't seem to cross.]
The brown haired boy sighs again, a heavyhearted, deeply-in-love sigh, but he knows
that it's better this way, not to interfere, to pretend not to care. He could not reach
past the deep friendship that he had bonded with Quatre, he couldn't lose it, or else it
would take him a long time to get back to where he was now. He had finally found a purpose
in life to live, with more pillars holding up his sky than he ever though he would need, but
Quatre was the tallest, and the strongest of them all. Just knowing that the blonde was
safe was enough for him.
[She has a way that surrounds her so delicate
With a glory that reigns in her life.
She is also so much that she is not]
From a distance, the brown haired boy watches again as his best friend walks down
the park street again, this time with a girl on his arm. The same girl from the party, the
same girl that Quatre unwittingly saved and won the heart of on Libra, when it hadn't blown
up. In sparing her life, she gave him hers to keep, and it seemed that Quatre was taking
her offer: to stay with her forever, and love her. She has an aura that is so delicate
after being totally stripped of her title and rank, but now she has found another type of
honor and justice to live for. She was everything she thought she wasn't: funny, incentive,
thoughtful....perfect for Quatre in every aspect. Not like me, he thought a bit bitterly,
but assured himself that it was for the best.
[These things, I can't see
Because he doesn't see me
And he doesn't see me.]
Quatre had always been the peaceful, kind one of the group of 5 that overcame great
odds together, working independently, until their strategies demanded they have allies to
work with, and to associate with. They had a life, too. Just a different one, one filled
with everything a life wasn't supposed to have but they had excess of, enough to fill their
next few lifetimes with. Behind his back, Quatre had nicknames: the Innocent One, the
Peaceful One, the Eloquent One...there were too many words and meanings to describe him, and
the brown haired boy wasn't about to try. But he was about to try to talk to the fair
haired lad that he admired so much after all these years and hardships they had defeated,
together. That word was still foreign on his tongue, still insecure in his mind. It didn't
sound familiar, but somehow the brown haired boy knew that it was right. He walked through
the bushes, and was greeted by the happy, vibrant smile Quatre always wore for him. The
only regret he had was that it wasn't the same smile he gave Dorothy.
"Trowa! How have you been? Is the circus here already? It hasn't even been a year
yet! Your manager sure is kind to let you come off here at this time of day!"
Trowa smiled, just a minuscule gesture of the upturning of the corners of his lips.
But Quatre's smile grew brighter at this, until he finally closed his eyes and began to skip
happily along the path, Trowa half-jogging, half-walking to keep up with him. When Quatre
finally tired, they both plopped down on a bench, exhausted but joyful.
[There are things we can change,
If we choose to fight.]
I could tell Quatre, Trowa thought as he looked over at his comrade. I could
change everything I lived for, and live for just him alone. He wouldn't push me away,
perhaps to make it up, he would let me stay with him for a little while until I came to my
senses and accepted the fact that he wasn't in love with me. Does he know how much torture
he has put me through? No. And I'm not about to let him find out either, because he is as
strong as steel in battle, his thinkingl quicker than the speed of light, and power in his
hands, but in matters that involve emotional things, he is easily harmed, but he easily
recouperates, as well. I wish with all my might I could tell him, but it would shatter him
forever. I can't harm him, now that he has found his happiness in another person.
Quatre, as long as you are happy, I am as well. And that is all that matters now.
[But the walls of injustice are high.]
Quatre felt Trowa's attention was on him, but what he couldn't distinguish. As far
as he could tell, Trowa was extremely happy. Perhaps something had happened in his life
that made him this happy. "Trowa", he started. "Why are you smiling?" Trowa looked at him
for a moment, then gave a smile back in return. He just stared, but didn't speak, and
somehow Quatre knew that it was him that was making Trowa so happy, so alighted to have him
beside him. He looked up at the Latino, still questioning, but Trowa gave no spoken answer,
but turned away, a faint smile still on his face.
You. That's what's making me smile, Trowa thought with a smile that was apparent
on his face. It was rare for him to smile at all, so he was glad that he was able to do so
in a place where they were all strangers, and wouldn't mind him. Except for Quatre, he
thought. He would never be a stranger. Always a welcome person in this mundane life of
mine. He is someone else's, though, and I can't say anything about that. I can't control
his life, and if he's happy, so am I.
If he's happy, than I am too.
[When he passes me by he's a ray of light.
Like the first drop of sun from the sky.]
"Konnichiwa, Trowa!"
He nodded in accordance to the blonde in question. Quatre smiled happily and
continued his rounds in the park, as he strode everyday. Trowa couldn't help but have a
newly enlightened heart at this joyful boy that skipped down the path in unhidden happiness.
He reminded Trowa of a little sunbeam, beaming for everyone that he came across. His faint
smile turned down, though, when the next thought crossed his mind: He sure didn't deserve
this little sunbeam's light, he was the bringer of darkness, of death and destruction, and
he was yearning for light? Preposterous, he thought with a frown. Without a word of
goodbye, he turned his heel in a pivot and walked away. Quatre stopped, feeling something
was wrong with Trowa, and he watched sadly as the brown haired boy walked away, head hunched
between his shoulders. But he had no time to brood, for Dorothy had appeared around the
corner, right on schedule.
[And I know he's a king who deserves a queen.
Someone other than me.
So different from me.]
Trowa glanced behind him, and was satisfied to see Quatre was now preoccupied with
Dorothy. Good, he thought with a wry smile, he's with someone else, someone the total
opposite of me, a queen, a member of royalty like him. Why would anyone like me anyways? I
have been on the battlefield since as far back as I can remember. I have no right to be
with such a person of high rank, the owner of the Winner Family. He is a king, I am but a
peasant. He should be left to his own premises, his own life is full enough as it is. He
doesn't need me meddling with his affairs. The Latino walked off, but Quatre was watching
him, sensing something was wrong with him. He shrugged for the moment, but vowed that he
would visit Catherine soon to find out if something was wrong.
[He doesn't see me.]
Needless to say, when he arrived at the site of the circus, they had already left
for L10. He had missed his chance.
[He doesn't see me.]
Trowa watched as L3 disappeared from sight, and wondered if Quatre knew. He
probably did, because of his Uchuu no Kokoro, but somehow he knew that he had to leave this
behind, as far from him as L3 was now, miles away in unpenatrable space. He wouldn't go
back. And though it broke his heart (if he had one, he added silently) to think that he
would never feel the light of the sunbeam again, it was better if the dark stayed away from
the light. Disaster came after they conversed together.
[He doesn't see me.]
The shuttle flew away, leaving both Quatre and Trowa in their own thoughts, in their
own sorrow and happiness, in their own lives, their own paths which never crossed again in
this lifetime.
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Author's note:
Well, here's a brand new fic, and this is the first 3x4 fic I've ever written. Flame me
all you want, but you must realize that the Dorothy thing was just like she had an
infatuation with Quatre, and he just submitted. If you flame me about that, go ahead, it
was just an alternate pairing to make Quatre seem distracted, and give Trowa a chance to
escape. Sorry, all you 3x4 fans out there, but I don't think Quatre and Dorothy go together
either, it's just that I had to make Quatre distracted with something, so I put Dorothy in.
Andrea Weiling
Originally sung by Sarah Brightman
[When he passes me by, he's a ray of light
Like the first drop of sun from the sky.]
A blonde headed boy walks down the path, cheerfully greeting all that come near
enough for him to greet. As a sign of respect to such a man, and to add a playfulness to
their day, they return the young man's gesture, and watch happily as his blue-green eyes
twinkle with happiness as they answer his quiet but firm "Hello". After he has left radius
of earshot, all mothers come out and scold their children, saying that when they grow up,
they should be just as polite as he.
[And I know he's a king, who deserves a queen.
But I'm not a queen.]
Another boy lurks in the shadows, hugging them so that no one will see him. He
watches the blonde boy carefully, closely, but not close enough to be seen. Suddenly the
blonde boy stops, and starts to turn in the other boy's gaze. The other boy quickly tilts
his head back, letting his strangely groomed brown hair shine in the sun, so the boy will
see that it is a person with their back to him. As a sign of politeness, the blonde boy
never disturbs a person unless they are facing him. The boy with the light brown hair waits
until the blonde boy is out of sight, and then breathes out a sigh of relief. They are
broken by the seemingly lifeless green eyes that calmly watch again as the blonde boy greets
all he can in the park, then his mouth unconsciously start to form words.
"Oh, Quatre..."
[And he doesn't see me.]
But not to risk another close encounter with the boy with the aquamarine eyes, the
brown haired boy walks away, risking another glance as he shrinks into the shadows of the
trees, then with a rustle of leaves and foliage, he is gone. Quatre looks behind him,
sensing someone watching him, someone familiar, but he shrugs it off as a ruse, because no
one is there.
[When he dances, he moves me to a smile
And I seem everything near him shine.]
The same brown headed boy stays in the corner of the ballroom, a shorter girl with
laughing blue eyes and brown curls that frame her face clinging to his elbow. They watch
from the balcony above the dance floor where forms whirl and spin, their multicolored
dresses and tuxedos showing no sign of stopping their dizzying ways. The girl admires the
throng of people on the ground below them, and calls up to him softly, her voice taken away
by the music that drowned out everything else. But the boy knows that she is speaking, and
knowingly reads her lips. They tell him that she is proud of her brother, but she is
concerned about the factor of his everlasting sadness.
Discovered, he looks at her sharply, then just stares at the blonde boy, now on the
far corner of the room. His sister follows his gaze, and acknowledges this discovery. But
she do not speak, just observes as her brother stares at his best friend in the corner.
[There's a grace in his ways that I can't contain
I haven't that grace
Oh I haven't that grace.]
Quatre waltzes with Dorothy for a little while, when he feels that watching presence
falling over him again. The same presence he felt in the park, on the street, in the office
building...someone was watching him, but whoever it was, he could tell that this person
meant no harm, only good. He/She wanted only to make sure that he was safe, and he was glad
that someone was watching his back when he couldn't do it, and that someone cared. But he
couldn't help but wonder, who was it? There was no one there but his closest friends, yet
he felt this presence was foreign, an aura that he wasn't acquainted with. Frowing, he
looked around, but there was no one there. Everyone was talking with each other, even Trowa
up on the balcony seemed preoccupiedly chatting with his recently found sister. He was glad
for them, all right, but still, Trowa was an enigma, an unknown. Could there be more to him
that met the eye?
[And the closer he gets I can't help but hide
So ashamed of my body and voice.]
Trowa leaves the party early, while Catherine was talking with Dorothy. He doesn't
regret that he left early. He was sure that Quatre suspected something, now. The blonde
Arab had almost caught him staring at him, and the Latino could only turn to Catherine and
ask her to pretend to talk. Catherine began to chat with him about the lions, and what
their names were again. She never could seem to remember the names, but she could always
identify them by her own set of names. He sighed, and looked up at the sky again.
I wonder how long it's been since I met Quatre...it seems like it's been forever,
we met so long ago. I just hope he remembers our first meeting as well as I do, the fight
and the compromise, it is always here, in my mind. I always consider him first, and I know
he would do the same for me. But I don't have the guile or the elegance he has. I am
content to watch him from afar.
[There are boundaries we pass in spite of the war
But our own, we can't seem to cross.]
The brown haired boy sighs again, a heavyhearted, deeply-in-love sigh, but he knows
that it's better this way, not to interfere, to pretend not to care. He could not reach
past the deep friendship that he had bonded with Quatre, he couldn't lose it, or else it
would take him a long time to get back to where he was now. He had finally found a purpose
in life to live, with more pillars holding up his sky than he ever though he would need, but
Quatre was the tallest, and the strongest of them all. Just knowing that the blonde was
safe was enough for him.
[She has a way that surrounds her so delicate
With a glory that reigns in her life.
She is also so much that she is not]
From a distance, the brown haired boy watches again as his best friend walks down
the park street again, this time with a girl on his arm. The same girl from the party, the
same girl that Quatre unwittingly saved and won the heart of on Libra, when it hadn't blown
up. In sparing her life, she gave him hers to keep, and it seemed that Quatre was taking
her offer: to stay with her forever, and love her. She has an aura that is so delicate
after being totally stripped of her title and rank, but now she has found another type of
honor and justice to live for. She was everything she thought she wasn't: funny, incentive,
thoughtful....perfect for Quatre in every aspect. Not like me, he thought a bit bitterly,
but assured himself that it was for the best.
[These things, I can't see
Because he doesn't see me
And he doesn't see me.]
Quatre had always been the peaceful, kind one of the group of 5 that overcame great
odds together, working independently, until their strategies demanded they have allies to
work with, and to associate with. They had a life, too. Just a different one, one filled
with everything a life wasn't supposed to have but they had excess of, enough to fill their
next few lifetimes with. Behind his back, Quatre had nicknames: the Innocent One, the
Peaceful One, the Eloquent One...there were too many words and meanings to describe him, and
the brown haired boy wasn't about to try. But he was about to try to talk to the fair
haired lad that he admired so much after all these years and hardships they had defeated,
together. That word was still foreign on his tongue, still insecure in his mind. It didn't
sound familiar, but somehow the brown haired boy knew that it was right. He walked through
the bushes, and was greeted by the happy, vibrant smile Quatre always wore for him. The
only regret he had was that it wasn't the same smile he gave Dorothy.
"Trowa! How have you been? Is the circus here already? It hasn't even been a year
yet! Your manager sure is kind to let you come off here at this time of day!"
Trowa smiled, just a minuscule gesture of the upturning of the corners of his lips.
But Quatre's smile grew brighter at this, until he finally closed his eyes and began to skip
happily along the path, Trowa half-jogging, half-walking to keep up with him. When Quatre
finally tired, they both plopped down on a bench, exhausted but joyful.
[There are things we can change,
If we choose to fight.]
I could tell Quatre, Trowa thought as he looked over at his comrade. I could
change everything I lived for, and live for just him alone. He wouldn't push me away,
perhaps to make it up, he would let me stay with him for a little while until I came to my
senses and accepted the fact that he wasn't in love with me. Does he know how much torture
he has put me through? No. And I'm not about to let him find out either, because he is as
strong as steel in battle, his thinkingl quicker than the speed of light, and power in his
hands, but in matters that involve emotional things, he is easily harmed, but he easily
recouperates, as well. I wish with all my might I could tell him, but it would shatter him
forever. I can't harm him, now that he has found his happiness in another person.
Quatre, as long as you are happy, I am as well. And that is all that matters now.
[But the walls of injustice are high.]
Quatre felt Trowa's attention was on him, but what he couldn't distinguish. As far
as he could tell, Trowa was extremely happy. Perhaps something had happened in his life
that made him this happy. "Trowa", he started. "Why are you smiling?" Trowa looked at him
for a moment, then gave a smile back in return. He just stared, but didn't speak, and
somehow Quatre knew that it was him that was making Trowa so happy, so alighted to have him
beside him. He looked up at the Latino, still questioning, but Trowa gave no spoken answer,
but turned away, a faint smile still on his face.
You. That's what's making me smile, Trowa thought with a smile that was apparent
on his face. It was rare for him to smile at all, so he was glad that he was able to do so
in a place where they were all strangers, and wouldn't mind him. Except for Quatre, he
thought. He would never be a stranger. Always a welcome person in this mundane life of
mine. He is someone else's, though, and I can't say anything about that. I can't control
his life, and if he's happy, so am I.
If he's happy, than I am too.
[When he passes me by he's a ray of light.
Like the first drop of sun from the sky.]
"Konnichiwa, Trowa!"
He nodded in accordance to the blonde in question. Quatre smiled happily and
continued his rounds in the park, as he strode everyday. Trowa couldn't help but have a
newly enlightened heart at this joyful boy that skipped down the path in unhidden happiness.
He reminded Trowa of a little sunbeam, beaming for everyone that he came across. His faint
smile turned down, though, when the next thought crossed his mind: He sure didn't deserve
this little sunbeam's light, he was the bringer of darkness, of death and destruction, and
he was yearning for light? Preposterous, he thought with a frown. Without a word of
goodbye, he turned his heel in a pivot and walked away. Quatre stopped, feeling something
was wrong with Trowa, and he watched sadly as the brown haired boy walked away, head hunched
between his shoulders. But he had no time to brood, for Dorothy had appeared around the
corner, right on schedule.
[And I know he's a king who deserves a queen.
Someone other than me.
So different from me.]
Trowa glanced behind him, and was satisfied to see Quatre was now preoccupied with
Dorothy. Good, he thought with a wry smile, he's with someone else, someone the total
opposite of me, a queen, a member of royalty like him. Why would anyone like me anyways? I
have been on the battlefield since as far back as I can remember. I have no right to be
with such a person of high rank, the owner of the Winner Family. He is a king, I am but a
peasant. He should be left to his own premises, his own life is full enough as it is. He
doesn't need me meddling with his affairs. The Latino walked off, but Quatre was watching
him, sensing something was wrong with him. He shrugged for the moment, but vowed that he
would visit Catherine soon to find out if something was wrong.
[He doesn't see me.]
Needless to say, when he arrived at the site of the circus, they had already left
for L10. He had missed his chance.
[He doesn't see me.]
Trowa watched as L3 disappeared from sight, and wondered if Quatre knew. He
probably did, because of his Uchuu no Kokoro, but somehow he knew that he had to leave this
behind, as far from him as L3 was now, miles away in unpenatrable space. He wouldn't go
back. And though it broke his heart (if he had one, he added silently) to think that he
would never feel the light of the sunbeam again, it was better if the dark stayed away from
the light. Disaster came after they conversed together.
[He doesn't see me.]
The shuttle flew away, leaving both Quatre and Trowa in their own thoughts, in their
own sorrow and happiness, in their own lives, their own paths which never crossed again in
this lifetime.
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Author's note:
Well, here's a brand new fic, and this is the first 3x4 fic I've ever written. Flame me
all you want, but you must realize that the Dorothy thing was just like she had an
infatuation with Quatre, and he just submitted. If you flame me about that, go ahead, it
was just an alternate pairing to make Quatre seem distracted, and give Trowa a chance to
escape. Sorry, all you 3x4 fans out there, but I don't think Quatre and Dorothy go together
either, it's just that I had to make Quatre distracted with something, so I put Dorothy in.
Andrea Weiling
