I Dreamed of Angels
Part Two G
"You left him? Why? You're supposed to be a
guardian. You are not allowed to leave his side!"
The older angel was completely caught by
surprise when Quatre appeared behind him looking very perplexed. He, too, was
confused by Quatre's sudden disregard for his new 'responsibility.' He had
thought earlier that the young angel was very eager to meet the soul of Trowa
Barton. Now, it seemed like his assumptions were wrong.
Without waiting for a question, Quatre
explained himself.
"He saw me. He was confused. *I* was
confused. It came as a shock. I didn't know what to tell him. He thought I was
a fake. I didn't know that it was possible for them to see us. I didn't know
what to do."
The explanations came pouring out of his
mouth, making him look somewhat like a child who had been accused of a grave
fault.
"Calm down. You're not going to be
condemned for leaving him."
It looked like the young angel was going to
continue even after the reassurance.
It was only after Quatre stopped his
passionate defense for himself that the older angel explained what he
understood about the situation.
"To my knowledge, no human soul is supposed
to see us. Perhaps he had made this wish before and now it's being granted."
"Are you telling me that everyone down
there gets what they wish for?"
"No. Only *his* wishes are granted."
"He's that special, huh?"
"No, not exactly. There is a possibility
that he was granted this wish in exchange for our little mishap. Remember, he
was never assigned a guardian."
"Isn't that dangerous?"
The older angel laughed at the unrestrained
curiosity of the young angel.
"He has a pure soul, Quatre. Such souls
would never take advantage of such a rare opportunity. We make sure of that.
Besides, he doesn't even know that he could do it."
"What am I supposed to do?"
Panic quickly returned to Quatre as he
remembered that he still had to return.
"That's for you to think about. I can't
help you with this. Now, move along before Trowa gets into any kind of danger."
Quatre couldn't protest so he spread his
wings and flew back down to the earth. The talk he had with the older angel did
very little to contain his anxiety. Possible solutions to the situation were
debated within his head as he slowly descended.
"I knew this was going to be hard for him."
the older angel thought to himself.
"I still don't understand why they would
give Quatre such a difficult case. He's just a neophyte after all."
Back on earth, Quatre materialized right in
front of Trowa during one of his more dangerous performances. Quatre's shocked
mind was only able to process his surroundings when he felt very little support
beneath his feet. In fact, the only thing that was holding him up was a thin
rope.
Whatever balance he had was lost when
Trowa, who was looking straight at him, said "What took you so long?"
The rope shook as he slipped. Before he
could even flap his wings to levitate, Trowa grabbed his arm, easily pulling
him back up.
"Oh my! A balancing act *and* a mime act.
This is incredible!"
The audience cheered louder as they saw the
young acrobat reach down to catch what they thought was an imaginary object.
"I can fly you know." Quatre said.
He was a bit annoyed that it was him
instead of Trowa who was surprised from their encounter under very unusual
circumstances. He was, after all, the 'mythical' being whose existence had not
been proven in the realm of human consciousness. His arms were crossed and he
tried to frown.
"I've missed you, Quatre."
"What?"
Quatre's balance was again lost at the
sudden mention of his supposedly unspecified name.
Trowa did not waste any time as he grabbed
the bewildered angel and hugged him tight, unmindful of the now completely
baffled crowd beneath him.
It was then that Quatre remembered, once
again, exactly what had happened the first time they met. He remembered the
quiet boy being too forward and his unprepared self completely agreeing with whatever
the other desired.
"Umm, Trowa, everyone's going to think
you're crazy."
"I don't care."
The answer was short and simple, promising that the tight embrace was not going to end any time soon.