Mini-Series: Devil Wolf
Series: Bloody Roar
Plot: Trowa and Brad get into a fight
Trowa walked into the door, walking onto the terrace of Brad and his expensive Japanese penthouse condo. Brad was waiting for him, dressed in a nice black tuxedo. He smiled and walked over to Trowa, sliding his strong hands on Trowa's slender waist. "Are you ready, my love?" Brad whispered, his lips touching Trowa's neck softly. "Yes." Trowa said in his emotionless and quiet tone. "What's wrong?" Brad whispered, looking into Trowa's eyes. "It's nothing." Trowa whispered, looking up at Brad. Brad said nothing. He kissed Trowa's cheek and tipped his head up even further. Brad kissed Trowa tenderly and sweetly. Trowa felt like melting like butter in Brad's loving arms but he remained much of his composure. "Trowa?" Brad softly pressed his lips on Trowa's forehead. "Tell me... what's on your mind?" "I'm okay." Trowa said, letting Brad's soft lips press against his forehead lovingly. "I just been thinking..." "Thinking?" "Yes..." Trowa whispered, his lips pressed against Brad's chin. "About your curse..." "What about it? I learned to live with it." Brad said, his fingertips brushed Trowa's hair lightly. "I know... I just can feel that the Saint is targetting me for favoritism..." Brad nodded, he swayed back and forth with Trowa in his arms and began to lightly sing to him.
Find the end, let us start again
Feelings lost shall surge as oceans
So grey he rises to the world
And his name shattered years ago
Scattered with the northern snow
Fragments hidden well within our minds
Till the rains fall no more
Till the nights no longer find us here alone...
In Death's eyes, sorrow lingered once
Seeing your life torn apart
The shackles fell to see you free to walk the Earth
In your eyes, life is present still
During the day I watch you sleeping
I hold you close forever more
Till the rains fall no more
Till the nights no longer find us here alone...
Trowa snuggled up to Brad, hearing Brad's voice sing Brad's altered version of Fall No More. Trowa always did say Brad could be a singer instead of a reporter. He was so handsome, his body so manly, his white business suit did little to show off Brad's manly physique but they made him look so dashingly handsome. "Trowa... we should get to the restaraunt." Brad whispered, breaking the beautiful silence around them. "Yes." Trowa whispered with amore, showing a side to him that even Brad's never seen. Brad escorted Trowa to the limousine. Brad opened the car door and escorted Trowa into the car. Brad followed suit and smiled at Trowa. Trowa looked into Brad's eyes and smiled sweetly. Trowa's smiles were far brighter yet far more sadder than Brad is totally used to. Brad lightly kissed Trowa on the lips, feeling Trowa totally submit to him. "Trowa.... this is so unlike you..." Brad said, slowly pulling away. "What's wrong with submitting to your husband?" Trowa whispered. Brad shook his head. "Nothing... it's just that... you are so stand-offish, so prudent... so..." Trowa rested his head against Brad's chest, a single tinge of real emotions revealed when his eyes watered. "I blame myself for the curse inflicted on you..." "Trowa... don't do that... I don't blame you for anything... the departure from the Order was what we both wanted. And I'll suffer the worst fates possible to make sure you are never put in that position again." "Brad." Trowa said, tears falling. "I will continue to blame myself... even if the reasoning for the actions are just. Your body is eating itself away every time you transform. I can't allow this... I can't." Brad pulled Trowa close. "No.... please. Trowa. Listen to me... If my death is to ensure your happiness and your safety, I would do it without hesitation..." Trowa pulled away and frowned with anger. "Think about what you're going to leave behind!!" Tears of anger fell. "I'm going to be miserable for the rest of my life, without you...!! You think your death is the answer to everything? You think the pain will go away once you do!? It'll only intensify! Stop blindly putting yourself in front of the speeding train!!" Trowa turned away and hugged himself. "Trowa..." Brad put his hands on Trowa's shoulders, but Trowa pushed away. "...."
Trowa lied down in bed, he stared into the wall. He snuggled into the pillow and began to softly cry. Brad walked down the walkway and knocked on the door. Alice answered it. "Mr. Crawford. It's 9:00 PM, what's wrong?" "Me and Trowa got into a fight." Brad said, tears falling. "Oh Brad..." Alice said, letting him in. Uriko looked up from her Playstation and saw Brad walk in, dressed in a slate grey button-up shirt, black leather jacket, black pants and black high top sneakers. "Brad!? What are you doing here?" "I got into a fight with Trowa... he's not talking to me." "What happened?" Uriko sat up, putting her game on pause. Brad explained everything. Uriko shook her head in disapproval. "Yeah, he's going to feel upset and rejected if you're constantly talking like that! It makes him think the marriage is not going to see another day and it'll depress the shit outta him! You should stop thinking so negatively!" "You think so?" "Yeah! If Kenji acted like that, I'd smack him! You know I would!" Uriko said. Brad nodded, feeling like an ass. "You two took a vow to be with each other through thick and thin forever. If Trowa wants to find a way to break the curse, then be supportive and help him do so." Brad nodded. "You should apologize to him. It's the right thing to do..." Uriko said. "You're right. I will. Thanks." Brad smiled and walked home. When he entered the bedroom, he saw Trowa was gone. He walked onto the roof and saw Trowa sitting there, wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts, staring at the cityscape. Brad walked downstairs, got a blanket and walked back up. "Everything will be okay." Brad whispered, wrapping the blanket around Trowa. "You promise?" Trowa whispered. "I promise." Brad whispered, wrapping his arm around him.