Ch.2: Reunion

He looked up from his work as the teacher walked in, back from a break. He tiredly
turned a head back to his laptop and started to click away again at the keys. He had always
had a compatibility with computers for some reason or another, but he knew that it was just
luck that he had it. After a moment of careful typing or so, he realized that the room had
gone dead quiet, and everyone was looking at him, the only in the room still typing at his
computer. He blushed as the person sitting in the row behind him hissed softly in his left
ear, "Try being quiet like you usually are, blonde! Everyone's looking at you!" The
'blonde' didn't need the other boy to say that; it was quite apparent that exactly 96 pairs
of eyes, including the teacher's were boring into him, literally making holes in him. He
squirmed a little uncomfortably under their gaze, but the teacher saved him from any other
onslaught of embarrassment by calling the class's attention to the front.

The blonde squinted towards the front of the classroom and almost jumped in
surprise. Make that 97 pairs of eyes, he mentally told himself.

The new kid was a brunette with very strange hair in a style he hadn't seen before.
There were 2 long sections of brown bangs on each side of his face, hanging down and framing
it, reaching past his chin, but not past his shoulder. In the back, he could only guess
that it was just like any other boy's cut, just a simple shave in the back, leaving what he
liked to call a queue in the back. This boy was dressed just like he was, in the blue
jacket and black shoes, with a white scarf around his neck. He probably wouldn't have
gotten in to the school if he hadn't been wearing that; the Peacecraft Institute of Learning
would NEVER have let a student go un-uniformed, even for one day.

But as he looked again, he found, to his utter surprise, that the boy's eyes were
green.

Green as the forest, the moss that grew on the creek that ran through his family's
country summer estate, greener than the grass that grew wavingly in the field beyond the
school, where the boys went to do their dares. It wasn't just GREEN, it resounded with a
vibrancy that just rendered him breathless. It was hard to tear his gaze away from those
green orbs that so clearly shone back into his.

He's looking at me!

"Good afternoon, class. May I introduce a new student that has just come to us from
Slovakia? Class, this is-"

"Ma'am, if I may do so, I would like to introduce myself. It wouldn't be right if
such a fair teacher such as yourself should burden yourself with a trivial task like this."
He turned to the class, just as Ms. Signon turned and blushed. "My name is Trent. Trent
Barton. It's been a pleasure to meet you, as my new class, I want to be a part of you as
soon as possible. I hope I have not been intruding on any personal matters that are of your
best interest."

By this time, the teacher had turned and pointed to a seat. The blonde could have
squealed with delight; it was the empty seat beside him. The seat had been empty ever since
the beginning of the year, and he had expected it to be filled by the middle of the year.
But no new students had enrolled, so it had remained empty. Now it wasn't anymore, and he
would have someone to talk to! The teacher pushed the new student a little roughly up
towards the stairs, and the student started to walk. "Mr. Barton, please take a seat beside
Mr. Fineha Verektura." The blonde, or rather, Fineha, smiled and patted the sea. Trent
made no answer except to sit down. Everyone turned back towards the front for another
boring lecture. Fineha snuck another glance at his new partner/roommate, and then got an
idea.

Trent watched the board as the teacher wrote down something important. He turned
back to his laptop and looked with interest at the blinking light that told him that someone
was requesting an Instant Messenger conversation. He looked around, and realized that no
one was looking at him. He stopped for a moment in confusion, then clicked on the button.

The message read:

Hi. Where were you from again?

Trent frowned, but typed back "Slovakia" and pressed enter. In no time, a new message
popped up. Gradually, after Trent had a conversation going, he realized that the boy
sitting beside him was the one who was replying. Quickly he typed "You are Fineha, right?"

There was no answer, for the bell had rung. But before Fineha left the row, he made
sure that Trent saw the wink he gave him.

* * *

"Shut up!", Fineha spluttered madly at his friend. Dasive just took one look at his
enraged face and cracked up again. The blonde looked at his friend, then reached over and
gave a disgruntled pull on the long chestnut ponytail that hung down from Dasive's head.
The American just jerked his head back, and swatted Fineha's hand away playfully. "Aw", he
said. "You're too provoked. But I must say, if that Trent character has caught your eye,
you've good taste, I say." At this, Dasive's 2 companions chuckled. Fineha shot them both
a withering glare that sent them to shut up, but still, he wasn't satisfied.

"I don't like him!"

"Don't like who?", a voice said from behind. Dasive, Genyi and Kaoru all grinned.

Fineha whipped around, at that voice. Above him was Trent, looking down at him with
a measure of puzzlement and amusement written all over his features. He gestured to a spot
in the shade beside Fineha and said quietly to the 3 grinning bobcats, "Can I sit here?" He
was answered by 3 enthusiastic nods.

Fineha turned red with embarrassment.

Trent ate a bite of his sandwich, then turned back to Fineha and asked, "Well, who
is it?"

The poor blonde could only shake his head dreadingly and murmur, "I have to go!",
dashing off in the general direction of the dorm. The four boys left watched with an air of
laughter as Fineha bumped into several people, overturned a table, spilled drink on several
more people, and forgot to apologize to any of them, contrary to his regular attitude of
etiquette.

Trent looked as well, and shrugged off the feeling of helplessness that he had
encountered in Fineha's eyes.

* * *

There came a knock on the door several minutes later. Fineha knew it was probably
Dasive & Co. coming to apologize, but he didn't feel like getting up right them from the bed
right then. After a few moments, he heard the door open. He lifted his head up a
centimeter, and quickly put it down again. The brunette placed a hand on his back, and he
flinched, pulling away. Trent grasped the shoulder firmly and flipped Fineha over in one
deft movement. Fineha wisely closed his eyes from meeting Trent's;

"Open your eyes."

"No."

"Why are you acting so stupid?"

There was no answer to that, as Trent found. So he tried another tactic.

"Is it because of this?" He sat on the side of the bed, still holding onto Fineha,
he stooped down until his face was only centimeters away. Fineha opened one aquamarine eye
and closed it again. Trent bent down and gently brushed his lips against Fineha's. Then he
hovered above the face a moment more, then began to walk out the door.

He had not even begin to walk until he felt Fineha grab his wrist. He didn't move
for a moment, then turned finally and stared straight into Fineha's eyes. He watched, for a
second, as the visions whirled around him, and he was assailed with every memory that had
gone through his mind. Some were familiar, others were not. He saw Fineha, slightly older,
in the door of a large humanoid-like machine, goggles perched on top of his head. He was
reaching out a hand. And just when he was finished with this memory, more came, clashing
with the ones he had until he didn't know which ones were real and which ones weren't.

And a name floated to the surface of his mind.

"Quatre..."

"Trowa...so it was you, all along. You were the one who watched me."

"Aa."

"Trowa?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you love me?"

"Aa."

"Is that a yes?"

"Aa."

"That didn't answer my question, you know."

Trent looked down into those hopeful aquamarine eyes, and slowly sank down on the
side of his bed. He ruffled the blonde hair fondly, then stroked Fineha's cheek. "Aa.
Hai, yes."

"That's good, cuz you know what?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you too."

Nothing more was said as Fineha wrapped his arms around Trent and promptly fell
asleep.

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Author's note:

This was hastily put together, as you can probably tell. I wasn't in the mood for
writing GW fiction at the moment, so I just whipped together something. I might try and
revise it later, but for now, I just want to rest. Even I must say, there is absolutely NO
describing in this one...I'll definitely change it later. It's so BAD, if I must say so
myself. But everyone wanted me to write another continuation, and since I already used the
words "in that lifetime" in the last one, I could only put it as another life. Karma, that
kinda thing. Anyways, I don't like it, I will change it, but the plot will be the same. If
you send me flamers, I don't care right now, I just want to say: SHUT UP. I have an awful
loss of sleep, still have that darn history project to do, so I'm just going to ignore the
world for a little while and drop off to dreamworld. I need to sleep...

Andrea Weiling