Chapter Nine

Quatre went down the hall and into his room. He sat on his bed, thinking. Trowa had always made time for him. Why hadn't he this time? He was never too busy for Quatre. Why was he now? And he was holding his mask. He only had his mask out of the drawer when he needed to get a small bit of comfort because it reminded his feelings were too confusing. Why did he have it now?

Quatre got up and, moving to his own drawers, picked up a picture of him and Trowa together. Trowa was sitting in the front and he was behind him, hugging him. Quatre thought back to when the picture had been taken by Heero when they had gone to the park. While the picture was being taken, Trowa had swore that he would always be there for Quatre, as long as he kept the picture. The picture...Is it something about the picture? Or does Trowa just not love me anymore? Quatre replaced the picture on it's place on his shelf.

I need to tell Trowa though. I need to tell him that I love him and I'm sorry. Or does he know? How could he? He looked like he had been in his room for at least the last couple of minutes. How could Trowa have seen them? And it wasn't his fault anyway. It was Duo's. He had moved toward and kissed him. He didn't try to kiss Duo, just on the forehead, a comfort kiss. Or could Duo have mistaken it for something more. And why had he let Duo kiss him in the first place?

I need to talk to Trowa and now. Quatre got up from his bed and opened the door. He ran down the hallway towards Trowa's room. The door was part open. He pushed it the rest of the way and peeked in. Trowa was not in his room. His jacket was gone. He moved towards the open drawer. Trowa's half-face mask was gone. Where had Trowa gone? It was too late for Trowa to be going out for a walk now. Where...?

"Trowa," Quatre mumbled. "Where did you go?"

Quatre went back to his room. If Trowa wanted to go out or something then let him. He could see him in the morning. Quatre changed his clothes and slid under the bed covers and went to sleep.