I Dreamed of Angels
Part Three G
"I can't believe you lost my tree topper!"
Trowa was screaming to the top of his
lungs.
"It took me years to find that perfect
one."
The servants were beginning to tremble with
fear. Who knew what the little boy had in store for them? The snake he had set
free the day before had attacked one of the ladies in her room. Her leg was now
swollen and she had to stay on top of a table all day in fear of her life. She
had said that she was going to quit as soon as she was able to run out of the
house with both her legs. The poor thing had started to go insane and the other
servants had to restrain her several times. The situation with the boy was not
getting any better.
"I had to go to that ugly part of town to
have my ornaments made and now you tell me that you've lost my tree topper?
Where am I supposed to find one just like that?"
Nobody was answering his question. Fear was
very evident in the atmosphere. The eerie silence only seemed to fuel the boy's
anger. What were they to do? It wasn't their fault.
Those that were closer to the door were
attempting to flee when suddenly, Mr. Barton appeared from the other side of
the room. They hoped that he would act as their savior, saving them from the
child's imminent wrath.
"What is it this time Trowa?" he asked
calmly.
"These idiots lost my tree topper." Trowa
answered, anger still apparent in his voice.
"We could always find another one."
As soon as Mr. Barton had said it, he began
regretting it. He knew what was to come next. He just indulged the boy's
obsession once again. They would have to go for another search until his son is
satisfied. His son's satisfaction wasn't likely to happen of course, but it was
the only way to keep him calm.
"Really?"
The once angered face turned into one of
excitement. Trowa was glad that he'd been given another opportunity to find the
perfect fixtures to his tree.
A thought crossed his mind, however. He
would have to go back to the part of town he detested.
"Those kids." he thought "They're going to
start making fun of me. How did they know about my angel, anyway?"
Those musings were suddenly interrupted by
his father.
"Well, Trowa. What are you waiting for?
Let's head off to town."
Trowa was very much reluctant to return
there, but he felt that he must. Perhaps what he was looking for was somewhere
close. Maybe that's why he felt so warm the minute he had stepped out of his
car into town.
There was something about that place that
mystified him. He was going to find out even if it meant facing those kids and
taking their insults about how he would be damned by an angel.
Damned by an angel. He still could not
comprehend the idea. In his dream his angel had said that he would protect him
from harm. Why the sudden change?
Bizarre as it was, he decided to find out
the truth.
He was now resolute on finding out the
answers to his many question ever since he had the enchanted dream. Those kids
may be lying and his angel wasn't going to do him harm after all. Yes, it was
his mission. For once, he forgot about his hunting obsession. Maybe it was for
the better.
When Trowa had finally decided to face the
real world, he was surprised to find himself in a car with his father right
beside him. They had traveled to the other part of town without him even
noticing it.
"I'm going crazy." he thought.
"Let's go Trowa. This shop right here
carries some of the best tree toppers."
Trowa got out of the car, still reluctant
to face anyone he'd come across. He felt that there was something strange going
on, but he didn't know what it was.
As he was starting to walk to the shop, he
suddenly collided with somebody else. From the weakness of the impact, he had
assumed that it was someone smaller than him.
He dismissed the idea of getting to know
who the offender was and just continued to make his way to the shop. All he
said was "Watch where you're going kid."
"I'm sorry." was the reply.
No matter how much he wanted to turn to
that person and punish that person for getting in his way, he found that he
couldn't. There was something about that sweet voice that just sounded too
familiar. He felt like he had met that person in his distant past. It was
conceivable that the events that had taken place after his dream had some
meaning behind them. Was this boy part of the answer to the mystery?
He turned around to check the other boy he
had hit only to find the owner of the sweet voice gone. He hit himself in the
head and dismissed the event as one of his daydreams. He was definitely going
crazy.
Meanwhile, Quatre ran back to his friends
looking very much disheveled. Running away from the other boy had given him a
lot more exercise than he had intended.
"What's wrong Quatre?" Duo asked.
"There was this scary boy that I bumped
into. He had the weirdest hair and I got scared so I ran back here."
"Quatre. He probably wasn't going to eat
you. You better start relaxing." Heero said.
"Ok."
Quatre arranged his clothes and began to
walk with his friends back to the small place where they were holding
practices. All the while, he was thinking about the boy he had hit. He didn't
know why, but somehow, he thought that he knew the boy from somewhere before.
Perhaps he had been part of his distant past. It was just all too confusing.
A few minutes later, he dismissed the idea
as another one of his implausible musings and deemed himself insane. Where
would one come up with such an idea anyway?
He
followed his friends and decided that today, he was going to be a cooperative
angel. Besides, Ms. Noin was starting to go insane herself.