I Dreamed of Angels
Part One D
This time, it was Quatre's turn to be
shocked. Why was this other boy hugging him like there was no tomorrow?
"Ummm, excuse me?" No answer.
"Ummm, hello?"
"Excuse me?" he said as he tapped the
other's back.
"Yes, angel?" the clown said, still holding
on.
"Ummm, sorry, but that's not my name."
"Of course it's not." and he finally
released the angel. My name is Trowa. Trowa Barton. At least that's the name
that the people in the orphanage gave me. So what's yours?" Trowa couldn't
believe that he was actually initiating the conversation.
"Quatre Raberba Winner. Nice to meet you."
He stretched out his hand for a formal hand shake just as he was taught but he
was, again, shocked as the other accepted it with both hands.
"So, angels do have such lovely names!"
"Ummm, I'm not really an angel."
Those words almost broke Trowa's heart as
he turned away tear filled eyes. He was about to run just about anywhere from
shame, shock, and disappointment. As he started to move, two small hands
grasped his arm.
"I'm so sorry." Quatre said, but he knew
that it wouldn't make things better.
"He looks so sad" he thought. "I could at
least make him happy. Besides, it seems like my plan to be alone for tonight
wasn't really going to happen. However, I was successful in loosing the big
bodyguards for tonight."
With his decision made up, Quatre gave
Trowa his most winning smile and said "I'll be your angel if you want me to."
The sadness in Trowa's face suddenly
disappeared as he again, reached out and hugged his 'new' guardian angel.
"I think I'm running out of air. Angels
still need to breathe, you know."
"Oh, okay." It was clear, though, that he
was reluctant.
Quatre, then ran back to the tree and when
he returned, he had with him a bag of candy.
"Here, want some of my candy? You could
bring the whole bag home if you want."
"Thanks, but I have no home."
"You live on the street?"
"No, an orphanage."
"I'm sorry. Do you want me to find your
family?"
"Really?"
"Sure, why not." Quatre knew that he was
making a very big promise but he really did plan on fulfilling that promise.
Unlike a lot of other children, he was very sincere with his words. His father
did have a lot of contacts so he could ask his father for a favor. He knew that
everyone back home would grant his every wish.
It was just so perfect for Trowa. An angel
who had fallen from the sky not only showered him with gifts of sweet candy,
but also promised him a family. Plus, the angel looked so heavenly that he just
started to stare, giving appropriate nods when needed.
"You don't talk much, do you?"
When Trowa heard this question, he was
alarmed. He suddenly realized that this 'quiet' act of his was how he lost so
many potential friends. If he kept this up, his angel would get bored and
decide to leave him for another. Not wanting his angel to leave, Trowa decided
to talk. This was his new mission. He wanted to make his angel happy so he did
something he thought he would never do. He held a conversation with someone
that lasted for more than five minutes. It felt really good.