I Dreamed of Angels
Part Two C
Back in the circus, Trowa tried, unsuccessfully, to hide
himself from the stares he was receiving. He grabbed the first piece of
clothing he could get a hold of and tried to cover as much of himself as
possible.
"Woah! Trowa, have you been working out?"
"Oh my, our little brother has become a
hunk'a hunk'a man since we've last seen him!"
Trowa just stood in the middle of the crowd
of women gathering around him, furiously blushing and still trying to clothe
his bare self. It was getting harder for him to do so when his pathways were
blocked from all sides. He reached blindly for the rest of his outfit and
suddenly felt someone poking his arm.
"Trowa, these are really well-defined
biceps. How much do you lift? ... and is that a six pack?"
One of his sisters grabbed a hold of the
insufficient cover Trowa was holding against himself and exposed his perfectly
sculpted stomach. Within seconds, the crowd moved even closer into the circle
as mounds of women examined him and bombarded him with questions as well as
complements.
"You know, it's a wonder you don't have a
girlfriend. You're absolutely stunning! What do you say, girls? Shall we set
him up with someone?"
It didn't take long before someone
answered. "I agree! ...but first, we've got to spice up his personality. That
would be a good start!"
The tent was then, filled with voices of
young women, giggling and making numerous suggestions. By this time, Trowa had
given up on trying to hide himself. He just stood shyly in his spot with face
cast downwards, hoping that his savior would come soon.
Fortunately, his silent pleas were heard
when Mr. Winner entered the tent.
"Girls, I think that Trowa needs to get
ready without us disturbing him. He'll be late for his performance." He
motioned his hand towards the exit. All the twenty nine women looked at their
father and followed him obediently out the tent, each giving Trowa a good luck
kiss.
Before following his daughters out, Mr.
Winner gave Trowa a pat in the back. "Good luck, son." he said and then left.
Just as he thought that he would be spared
from further embarrassment, a sister peeked in the tent and said, in a hurry
"...Trowa, we brought you some new outfits and some other stuff for your place.
I bet you'll never guess what today's theme will be. Bye. See you later."
Trowa froze after that and started
picturing his room in colorful wallpapers, filled with stuffed elephants and
lions, and of course, clown shaped pillows. He couldn't help but shudder at the
thought.
Moments later, he heard Catherine's voice
calling him, effectively ending his musings.
"Hurry up! It's almost time for our act.
Your adoring fans await you!" she said as she chuckled to herself because she
knew exactly what was going to happen. Of course, this wasn't the first time
his adopted family had come to visit.
When the curtains rose, Trowa tried as hard
as he could to look anywhere but *at* the crowd. He was blushing again as he
presented himself before his audience. It felt strange that the only time he
felt uneasy was when his 'family' was watching. The roaring cheers form the
crowd only seemed to further his discomfort.
"That's our baby!"
"Master Trowa, watch out for those knives!"
"We'll save you from those lions, Master
Trowa!"
Trowa felt like a cute little two year old,
subjected to hours of presentation to aunts that would constantly pinch his
cheek. On the other hand, he was overjoyed that he now had two loving families
that lived to praise him.
Ignoring, or at least trying to ignore the familiar voices, Trowa tried his best to look professional by not hiding his face behind his hands. Amazingly enough, he was able to keep a straight face that gave nothing away of how he felt at that moment. The only signs of uneasiness that could be seen was through his slightly flushed cheeks. Catherine couldn't help but be amused by her brother's reactions, hidden from the crowd but very visible from her view.