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Chapter Seven

"Thanks for letting me come with you guys. I'll leave once I find the girls and you boys can have fun on your own." Catherine smiled softly.

"We could probably make it a group thing." Duo shrugged as he walked with Wufei, hand in hand. They all walked along a dirt path through the beautiful park. The birds were singing and it was perfectly warm. But Trowa didn't notice.

The silent Heavyarms pilot stared blindly as he walked down the path. He wanted to be alone so he could mourn Quatre's death the way he wanted and need to. He didn't want to be walking alone without his lover.

Heero could feel his loneliness as it surrounded the pale pilot's heart. He wanted to help Trowa but didn't know how. The Wing pilot sighed deeply as he watched Trowa kick at the gravel beneath his feet.

I wish I could touch him. He heard Quatre say softly. Heero closed his eyes to see what the small boy was doing. They were still in the boat. Quatre was leaning against the side of the wood with his hand dipping into the crystal clear water.

"Hey Heero! Watch where you're going!" Duo's voice woke Heero and made him open his eyes. He looked around when he didn't find his friends. When he heard Duo's laughter Heero turned around to find that everyone else had turned down a different path. They stood waiting for him.

Sorry. Quatre spoke.

"Don't be." Heero mumbled as he walked across the grass to join his friends. "Sorry.guess I spaced out." He shrugged sheepishly once he was standing in front of them.

A hand on his shoulder made him look up, Duo jumped back startled. "Wow.your eyes." He shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Now let's go eat some lunch!" Duo grabbed Heero's hand and began to run, not too fast though, since Heero was still healing.

As they ran passed Trowa, Heero was startled when his hand shot out and grabbed the other boy's, pulling him along with them.

/What was that?/ Heero growled mentally, knowing that Quatre could hear him. It wasn't that he was angry, more of surprised. But Heero felt something from Trowa, happiness perhaps. It wasn't strong enough for Heero to know for sure.

I needed to. Was all Quatre said. It was all Heero need to hear to understand so he let it drop.

"Hey guys." Relena smiled as the three boys topped running. "Where are Catherine and Wufei?" She wondered as the four walked toward Hilde and Dorothy. Heero noticed a couple of Quatre's sisters with them and for a moment he looked for Iria. She wasn't there and Heero couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"We're right here." Catherine's voice came from behind them. They all turned as Wufei and the circus performer walked up. Catherine smiled as she looked at Heero's hand, which was still holding Trowa's. Heero realized this and blushed but his hand wouldn't let go. Trowa felt content and Heero wanted to keep it that way.

"Wonderful! Let's have lunch." One of Quatre's sisters spoke. She seemed too perky a day after her little brother's funeral and Heero was feeling something strange from her. A memory clicked in his head against, just like it had with Iria.

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"What the hell you little brat!"

"I'm sorry Candice.it got away from me."

"Take your damned ball and go back and cry to Iria because I don't want to hear any of it."

"Yes ma'am."

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She hated me. Quatre mumbled from the boat. The sky had changed, allowing him to watch his memory. It doesn't surprise me that she doesn't care.

Anger flared up in Heero's chest, but it didn't all belong to him. He felt Trowa's hand begin to shake in his own and he looked up at the green eyed pilot. Trowa glared at the ground until he looked up and glared at the blonde woman.

"Your little brother died." His voice was dangerously low. "I cannot understand how /any/ one could be so disrespectful. He was fighting to protect you, but you know, you aren't worth it." With that Trowa let go of Heero's hand and walked away.

Duo blinked. "So much for a group thing." He sighed as he looked at Heero. "Well? You gonna just stand there and look pretty or are you going to go after him?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly, but there was still a smirk on his face.

"Why me?" Heero asked, ignoring Quatre's growl about 'stupid blind bakas'.

Duo grinned. "Well, you were holdin' his hand and frankly you're the only one he'll talk to now that." He tried to cover his pain with a smiled. "Just go Heero!" He gently pushed his friend in the direction that Trowa had gone.

"Alright." Heero replied as he left the group to look for the grieving boy. After a quick but thorough search of the grounds Heero came up empty. He grew tired and knew that there were places yet to be searched. "Hey, you know Trowa better than anyone. Where is he?" The exhausted Wing pilot panted.

I wondered how long it was going to take for you to ask me. Quatre sounded amused. Heero growled. Okay, okay. Um.he's pissed off pretty bad.is there someplace with a lot of bushes, or trees and no people?

Heero looked around. "Negative."

Quatre sighed. Trowa's not a mission Heero. He needs you to act human. Now, is there a fountain or anything? He wondered.

Heero looked around, "Affirmative." He caught himself. "I mean yeah." He slowly made his way toward the large fountain. The circular pool was plain but comfortable and the statue in the center almost brought a smile to Heero's face. A cherub with small wings outstretched and a trumpet held to his lips watched over the lush garden. Water spouted from the end of the trumpet, cascading down in a gentle arc into the pool below.

The soldier hadn't noticed that he was standing by a bench where the Heavyarms pilot sat. That is until Quatre yelled at him to get his attention. /How'd you know? Can you see him?/ Heero asked mentally.

No, I can /feel/ him. I can only see what you show me. Came Quatre's reply. Just sit with him. He doesn't need you to talk. Heero sat down beside Trowa on the bench and remained silent. He felt a kind of peace fall around his heart, and knew that that's what Trowa was feeling. Thank you. Quatre whispered then grew silent, letting the two boys enjoy their peace.

TBC.

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Notes: I know Candice isn't very Arabic, but I don't know any names, sorry!