I Dreamed of Angels
Part Two E
When Quatre arrived at his destination, he
found Trowa walking out of a tent, looking very exhausted for some reason.
"Those performances must be tough." Quatre
thought.
His theory was proven wrong when he spotted
someone very familiar grab Trowa's arm.
"Ok, remember what we said. Be careful
Trowa!"
Of course, it was just like his dear sister
to tire out anybody by the simple act of redecorating a room. Before he could
even take a closer look at his sister, she disappeared into the tent as quickly
as she appeared.
Trowa was ready to begin his walk when he
was stopped by a deep voice, also familiar to Quatre.
"Master Trowa, it would be very dangerous
for you to roam the streets at night. Perhaps it would be wise if we accompany
you."
"So, my family had taken care of him after
all." Quatre was now talking to himself.
Trowa, on the other hand, was beginning to
get tired of the constant protection he had around him. He was very grateful of
everyone's concern so he just wanted to respond courteously. He massaged his
forehead trying to think of a polite translation for 'leave me alone.'
Quatre noticed his exasperation from his
position behind the bushes. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as he
remembered the attention he also received from his loving, but overprotective
family. The chuckle immediately turned into laughter. Quatre had to quickly
cover his mouth when he saw Trowa stare at the bushes with clear annoyance.
"What are you afraid of? He can't see you."
Quatre had to remind himself of that fact. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to
concentrate on doing his job. Being nervous never seemed to help him with
anything he had to do.
"Oh, right!" he exclaimed, now with more
confidence, knowing that none of this would be heard.
After reassuring himself one more time, he
looked back at Trowa who now had three of his sisters trying to convince the
larger man to allow Trowa solitude for the night.
"He's old enough for this. Aren't you,
Trowa?"
Trowa did not say a word but he answered
with his head nodding vigorously. Trowa was completely amazed that his sisters
would let him out alone.
"If that's what makes Master Trowa happy."
The large man said in defeat.
Relief came over Trowa as he walked towards
his destination. Quatre began to follow him but stopped briefly to catch the
faint whispers from the tent.
"Let him do this. Let him fulfill his
desires and his illusions. So much has been taken from him. I know that this
kind of self-imposed therapy could help him."
"But Master Quatre was..."
"Perhaps Quatre's fate was inevitable. As
much as I'd hate to say it, I think that he was taken for a very good reason.
I'm sure that he was always meant to be an angel."
Quatre smiled at his sisters' accuracy and
continued to follow Trowa into the darkness of the night.
The church was empty and very quiet when
Trowa came in. After giving his respects, he made his way to the paintings on
the walls. He looked with great concentration at the lovely artwork that surrounded
him. Chubby angels covered in golden tassels danced before his eyes.
His expression changed and his eyes burned
with fascination as he examined the walls, carefully feeling the texture of the
paintings in his fingertips.
All this time, Quatre had been watching him
with as much concentration as Trowa had for the painted angels. It was only in
the light that Quatre had noticed Trowa's features, previously hidden by the
dark night.
Trowa still looked somber after all those
years. However, he looked absolutely striking against the soft light that
filled the inside of the church.
"You're amazing! You just radiate with an
absolute splendor I can't begin to explain."
Quatre was immediately awakened from his
dazed state as Trowa exited the church through the majestic doors. Trowa walked
back home in silence looking extremely bored, very distressed, and oddly
annoyed as he had been earlier when he stared at the bushes.
Quatre continued following him, every now
and then giving insightful comments about the figure that walked before him.
He then saw Trowa turn right instead of the
intended direction as if trying to avoid something. This caught Quatre's
attention right away. He became very worried at the other's disregard for
safety and voiced out his concern.
"What is wrong with you?"
He knew that it was crazy to talk to
someone who couldn't hear you, but he continued nonetheless.
"I can't understand this! What am I going
to do with you?"
All of a sudden, a voice other than his own
cut through the darkness of the night.
"Stop following me."
Quatre looked left and right to find out who Trowa was talking to in a seemingly deserted street. He instantly paled, however, when he found out that he was the only one around.