I Dreamed of Angels
Part Two F
"You can see me?" Quatre asked.
"Of course, that white outfit easily
contrasts with the dark surroundings." The response was simple for Trowa who
did dare to look in Quatre's direction.
Quatre couldn't say anything in response to
that short, straightforward reply. He blushed, remembering all that he had said
out loud the whole time he had been watching and following Trowa.
"This isn't funny."
The cold, detached voice interrupted
Quatre's thoughts and completely baffled him.
"What do you mean?"
"Who hired you?"
All Quatre was getting were very rude,
evasive questions. Although he now understood the source of the other's
distress, he was surprised that he could actually be heard or even be seen by a
mortal soul. Another idea that stunned Quatre was the fact that Trowa did not appreciate
the presence of his own guardian. He doubted that anyone, given the privilege
to see such a great phenomenon, would inconsiderately toss aside the event with
such uncouth questions of disbelief.
His fogged mind could not comprehend the
situation and so he decided to have Trowa repeat the question if only to
confirm what he heard.
"Could you say that again?"
"I said, 'who hired you?'"
"Why would you ask me something like that?"
This time, it was Quatre's turn to ask the
questions.
"There is no need for you to go any
further. I understand the joke and I don't mind as long as you leave me alone."
"What joke?"
Trowa turned to regard the person he was
talking to. He intended to answer the naive question. Shock ran through his
system, though, when he saw his companion. He was too stunned to utter a word.
Complete silence followed as Trowa studied
the 'hired' angel that stood gloriously before his eyes.
"You look just like him, only older." he
finally said, feeling a wave of disappointment at the realization that none of
this was real.
His looked away and his eyes were now
downcast as he headed, this time, to the right direction.
"I know people think I'm insane."
Not once did he even try to look back at
the person he was talking to.
"You're the third 'fake' angel this month.
I must say, they're getting better every time. Go ahead and report back to your
employer. Enjoy a good laugh, but please leave me in peace."
Quatre stood still, trying to digest what
he had just heard. Shock and sorrow completely paralyzed him.
He made no attempt to continue the
conversation and decided to return when he would know exactly what to say or
do. He stretched his wings and lifted himself from the ground. He flew up
without even informing the other of his departure.
Trowa kicked a can in anger while walking
back home. All of a sudden, a gush of wind blew through his back. Wanting to
know the source of the strange movement in a completely deserted street, he
looked back only to find the angel gone.
His eyes scanned the area entirely and
found no trace of his former companion. His mind tried to comprehend the
possibilities of such an event, but his heart told him that this time, it was
not an illusion.
Just as he turned back to walk home, a
white feather landed before his feet. He noticed that it's glow rivaled the
darkness surrounding him. It's aura glimmered, creating a wave of mystery that
tried to convince him of something.
It was at that moment that all his mind's questions were answered and all his heart's hopes confirmed.