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Kabuki

Sewamono

Quatre ran his fingers over the laminated menu. The young man was sitting at an outside table of contemporary café. It was a hot so he decided that it would be better to sit outside, being able to watch people walk down the street in the lunchtime rush.

But his blue eyes flicked over to empty seat opposite. His dining companion was as usual…late. The blond sighed and leaned forward onto his elbow, resting his chin on his hand. Yuppies taking their time over their long lunches chatted around him.

His daydreaming was broken when someone plonked himself down heavily in the chair opposite. Quatre looked up and smiled at Duo, whose cheeks were flushed from the warm afternoon, and now grateful to be in the shade of the café Verno.

The braided man was leaning back heavily in the metal chair, desperately trying to fan himself with the stiff plastic menu.

A smile tugged it's self onto Quatre's face, and he said, "Good Afternoon."

Duo momentarily stopped his fanning, and opened his eyes to peer at his friend. "Quatre, I'm so sorry I'm late…I had to finish some things, and then find somewhere to park the bike and--"

But the Arab held up his hand to interrupt his friend, "It's fine Duo, I've not been waiting long."

They settled down and ordered their usual meals.

Quatre looked oddly at his friend. Duo was leaning back on his chair, his head turned to watch the crowds wondering down the street. His rouge lips were pulled into a small smile, he was evidently miles away.

"Earth to Duo, can you read me?" The blond teased.

The American was pulled out of his musings, and blinked innocently at Quatre. The businessman raised a slender eyebrow at his friend, "What's this all about?"

"What's what about?"

Quatre grinned slyly, "You know. The school girl in luuuv look."

Duo blushed and reached for the glass of water to take a long drink. The Arab laughs, "That's it! So spill, what's her name?"

Still drinking from the glass, Duo raised an eyebrow at his companion.

The friend tries to look mock offended, "Now that's just mean Duo, you've got to tell me who it is."

The braided man puts down the now empty glass and wipes his mouth. "If I tell you her name, you'll tell Trowa, and then even the circus will know."

Quatre rolled his eyes, "Fine fine! But don't expect me to not grill you."

"I expect nothing less"

A waiter interrupted them, and placed warmed plates in front of them. Quatre daintily flicked open his serviette laying it on his lap, "Is she from the city?"

"No…she's foreign."

"So what does she do for a living?"

Duo regained that dreamy look on his face, "She's an actress…"

"An actress? What sort of things does she act in? Soaps? Any adverts?"

The American gave his friend a hurt look, and violently stabbed some colourful pasta with his fork. "No, Theatre."

The blond winced, "Ah sorry Duo, it's pretty classy for you eh?"

This time Duo stopped from his eating and glared, "For me?"

Quatre bit his lip at the faux pas, eager to back track, "Well you know the type you usually go for, like last time…Hilde was it?"

Duo shock his head, "I don't want to talk about Hilde."

The blond sighed and looked at his friend who was trying to avoid his gaze, "You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened." A shrug of shoulders, and Quatre carried on "We know how hard you took it when you caught her…like that."

Duo was absently staring at his plate, but his eyes flicked over to his friend, "I haven't even thought about other women since Hilde…but this is different."

The violet-eyed man sighed and looked up from the plate, "She's beautiful, coy and…unique." Duo shyly cleared his throat and finished what was left.

His blond friend smiled, it was touching to see Duo without his brash exterior.

The plates were cleared away, and Quatre patted his mouth with the starched serviette. "Well, I hope things work out for you Duo."

To Be Continued.

Notes: Sewamono domestic dramas or plays dealing with the lives of ordinary people.