~continued flashback~
He hadn't remember sleeping the rest of the night... but he must have drifted off, because when Quatre was ready to get out of bed Trowa was gone. Now it was time to be angry. This was an unusual manner for young Winner... well, okay there was that time he snapped and blew up a colony, but that was different. He was too upset about the here and now to dwell on the guilt. So, Quatre got up, and got ready for the day like any other day, with a chip on his shoulder. He didn't even hear the name he spoke, he just knew it wasn't his, and it made the lil' blonde furious.
Trowa had found himself in the garden on a marvelous antique looking marble bench. His facial expression was not betraying his pensive state of mind. He was slouched over, with his elbows resting on his knees, looking ahead of him. Beautiful flowers swaying in the gentle breeze... the sound of the wind rustling through the blades of grass... he could be happy here. Right? His green eyes wavered as he sighed... Last night was plagued with nightmares. Every possible way that this heaven could go wrong. Trowa moved his hand beneath his bangs and rested his forehead in his palm. What could possibly be hiding in the woodwork of the Winner Estate? This wasn't guerilla warfare time. Hell, it wasn't war time. So why couldn't he just relax?
Trowa and Quatre had been together before... they've hugged, and napped, but this was different. It wasn't quite sealing his fate or anything, but it was beyond anything he'd known before.
~flashback in flashback~
Trowa stood in front of the mirror after he'd finished brushing his teeth. He heard Quatre climbing into bed, and his fingers curled around the rim of the sink. They had never shared a bed before, unless you count the lawn as a bed. His knuckles began to turn white. What if Quatre didn't want to sleep? No, Quatre wouldn't push Trowa to those lengths. That would be a trial for some other night. Tonight... Trowa had to concentrate on getting through it. He knew that Quatre knew by now that he had nightmares, horrifying ones. What if tonight would be one of those nights? What if he snored? What if... Trowa closed his eyes while his thoughts pinballed around his skull. He wouldn't sleep at this rate. And he would make Quatre worry if he didn't sleep well their first night together.
Taking up his toiletry kit, which he hadn't unpacked yet his more personal items. He wasn't quite sure how Quatre would react to sleeping pills. They didn't knock him out entirely, they just helped him go to sleep naturally. He wouldn't take anything that would knock him out entirely, he needed to keep somewhat alert so he didn't wake up... well, dead. He knocked back a pair of the tiny white tablets, and put the bottle away... turning off the bathroom light, he tucked himself into bed.
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Trowa didn't realize however, that the pills didn't calm down his subconscious mind. They only helped settle his consciousness and lull him to sleep. He realized instantly when he woke up, and found the state of his side of the bed. Even the sheets that he had been on top of were tussled into a huge upset. And then he turned to see Quatre withdrawn at the other end of bed. Trowa saw no other plan of action but to get up and retreat. If Quatre woke up just then, Trowa wouldn't know what to tell him.
So now he was in the garden. Thoughtfully staring at absolutely nothing. And seeing only Quatre.
So he obviously didn't see the tiny pair of gray eyes watching him with in depth curiosity. She nibbled at her lip a bit, and creased her brow. So this is the one who Master Quatre likes so much. So how come he's so unhappy? He couldn't unhappy 'cause Master Quatre liked him, right? Of course not. She crept a lil' closer. It wouldn't hurt to just take a peek at what Master Trowa's up to. If Master Trowa was upset, it would make Master Quatre upset, and it was her duty as one of his many servants to look out for his best interest. He hadn't noticed her yet. Which made her inquisitive nature even more questioning. Masters Duo, Master Woofie, and Master Heero would've noticed, or at least they usually did.
'Master Trowa must have a lot on his mind,' she nodded to herself from behind some shrubbery. 'I guess he's still thinkin' 'bout his night with Master Quatre.' She scratched her head curiously. Master Quatre didn't snore as much as she knew, so how come Master Trowa looked so tired? She didn't understand. Then again, she almost never did. She wasn't the only one curious about Master Trowa, she'd seen several of the other servants glance at him, but they left him alone. She wondered why. If she were upset, she would want someone to ask. 'specially Master Quatre. How come Master Quatre wasn't here? 'I'm sure if he was, then Master Trowa would be happy.' She mused a while longer in her thoughts and questions before getting up, and brushing off her skirt.
Her dark brown hair streamed down her shoulders, and her eyes were shadowed by overgrown bangs. She played with them a bit.
'They're not half as long as Master Trowa's,' she giggled silently to herself. She thought his hair was funny. It took all her power to prevent from wanting to poke it with a stick. It had to be alive in someway to stand out like that. Then she remembered her purpose, and headed towards Master Trowa. Normally, this was something she'd get yelled at for, but oh well. This was her duty... sorta. Her nine-year old mind was set up.
Trowa didn't hear her coming. His mind was set also, but on Quatre. When a soft gentle touch landed on his shoulder, he instinctively thought it was Quatre. Forgiven, already? ... that was Quatre. He felt a sudden weight lifted off of his shoulders, and his eyelids slipped shut and a near smile grew on his lips... he clasped his hand over the one on his shoulder and gently pressed it to his cheek.
She... didn't know what to do. She looked around a bit to see what to do, and nothing helped. Her guess was that Master Trowa was lonely here without Master Quatre and wanted a hand to hold like he did with Master Quatre sometimes. She didn't pull away, it felt kinda nice to have a lil' attention for once. Which didn't require her hand being belted by Rubella. Her other hand gently rested on Master Trowa's other shoulder.
...at least, it was about to. Until there was an unsettling break in the silence. It was a simple rustling of a pebble, and she looked up and Master Quatre was there. But it wasn't Master Quatre. He was wide-eyed, and wide-mouthed, with a peculiar vein popping out. She wondered if he was sick. Why was he getting red in the face like that? Did something happen?
Trowa on the other hand was in bliss, until he heard the distressed... screech of Quatre.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Trowa's eyes popped open with a start. It was then he realized the hand he was holding *was* a little smaller than usual. And rather... soft for a gundam pilot. His mind was working a lot faster than his body was, as he stared back wide-eyed at Quatre.