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Author's Note: Well, here's the newest chapter. Again, I apologize for being so late x.x. Anyway, I'd like to thank my reviewers! Thanks,Lifeless Tiger and Seeress! You two mean a lot to me, with your support ^-^.
Pairings: 1x2x1, 4x3x4? No lemon, as usual. I hope you continue reading though...
Heartfelt Desires
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Ten
Quatre, caught off guard, jumped and clutched his frantically beating heart. The girl blinked, surprised at the blonde's actions."Oh...Duo...please, don't sneak up on me..."
"No problem Q...but what ya lookin at?"
The Arabian looked down, unaware of the blush spreading across his pale face. "...Nothing...is there something you need, Duo? How do you like the party?"
Duo shook her head a bit. "Yeah...I thought you said Heero wasn't going to be here tonight."
The blonde looked up and shuffled a bit. Did she know?. "Well, I wasn't sure if he really wanted to-"
"Aha! So he did come!"
Quatre blinked, startled. Then the realization that Duo had tricked him into admitting that Heero was there dawned on him. "No! I mean yes! I mean-"
"And was that him that was dancing with me?"
"Duo, that was girl, Heero's a boy." He answered weakly, knowing the chestnut girl already had him beat.
"So? I'm a girl, and how long did you think that I was a boy?"
Quatre made no response.
"Well Quatre? Was that him?"
Quatre looked down and remained silent. What could he do? Heero had sworn him to secrecy, and he couldn't lie to Duo.
The girl grinned widely at the boy. She had what she wanted. "Thanks Q. That's all I wanted to know." With that she turned to leave, but stopped and looked back at Quatre. "Ya know...if you want to keep your secret hidden, you shouldn't stare at him all the time."
Duo spun and walked away, and Quatre's face blushed furiously. Was it so obvious?
The Arabian moved away from the alcove and sat at a single table by the stage. He laid his head on his crossed arms, deep in thought. His feelings towards Trowa had increased between the holloween party and now. Everytime he saw the silent boy, he felt his pulse quicken and his face burn red. But the question was, did Trowa feel the same way about him?
At the same time, Trowa was out inthe hallways, a drink in hand. He had seen what had happened with Duo, and was quickly able to figure out that the girl was, in fact, Heero. He was amazed that the Japanese boy could pull it off. He was that comitted.
The tall boy realized that he needed to talk with Heero. If an emotionless rock of a human could go through all of this for a girl like Duo, then he could give advice as to what Trowa should do about Quatre.
Using his sensable logic, he concluded that there was one room in the house Heero could be in, considering Duo would be looking for him: Quatre's room. He moved swiftly and silently to the Arabian's room. Trying the handle and finding it locked, he removed his wallet from his pocket and took out a card designed specifically for the purpose in mind. He slid it into the doorjamb, and with a few moments of jiggling, opened the door inward.
He took a step into the room and heard the click of a gun and felt the pressure of the barel being pushed against his temple. He moved his eye to the left and locked gazes with a young, green-eyed girl with an intense expression. She led Trowa into the room and shut the door behind him, locking it.
"What are you doing here, Trowa?" She asked in a soft voice.
"...I came for advice."
The girl lowered the gun and tossed it on the bed. She walked to a chair where a duffel bag lay. "What is it?"
The emerald-eyed boy watched as she went about her business as she sat and started removing her shoes and socks. "...It's about Quatre...."
"I thought it might be." She grabbed the bag and stood, then walked into the bathroom. "Do you have feelings for him?"
Trowa paused and considered. Did he? Had the blonde Arabian entranced him? Did his emotional friend capture his own cold, secluded heart? Trowa took a breath before answering.
"Yes... Yes, I do."
The girl exited the bathroom but was no longer a girl. Heero Yuy tossed the duffel bag back on the chair he had taken it from, with the sleeve of a white turtleneck hanging out. He looked at Trowa.
"As I said to you, twice before, you have to act on your emotions. Only then will you know if what you did was right. Tell Quatre. That's all the advice I can give."
Trowa nodded and turned, exiting the room with new thoughts on his mind. He heard the click of a lock as he headed back to the party.
Despite the festive atmosphere, there were three people with heavy hearts that lasted until midnight. Quatre climbed the stairs to the podium and gave his speech, though his heart wasn't in sync with the fake smile and cheery attitude he displayed.
Trowa listened to him, and was awed with admiration when the giant Christmas tree was lit up. For once, his nerves failed him Tonight would not be the night he told Quatre. He'd have to tell him another time.
That time was closer then he thought.
Author's Note: Well, here's the newest chapter. Again, I apologize for being so late x.x. Anyway, I'd like to thank my reviewers! Thanks,Lifeless Tiger and Seeress! You two mean a lot to me, with your support ^-^.
Pairings: 1x2x1, 4x3x4? No lemon, as usual. I hope you continue reading though...
Heartfelt Desires
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Ten
Quatre, caught off guard, jumped and clutched his frantically beating heart. The girl blinked, surprised at the blonde's actions."Oh...Duo...please, don't sneak up on me..."
"No problem Q...but what ya lookin at?"
The Arabian looked down, unaware of the blush spreading across his pale face. "...Nothing...is there something you need, Duo? How do you like the party?"
Duo shook her head a bit. "Yeah...I thought you said Heero wasn't going to be here tonight."
The blonde looked up and shuffled a bit. Did she know?. "Well, I wasn't sure if he really wanted to-"
"Aha! So he did come!"
Quatre blinked, startled. Then the realization that Duo had tricked him into admitting that Heero was there dawned on him. "No! I mean yes! I mean-"
"And was that him that was dancing with me?"
"Duo, that was girl, Heero's a boy." He answered weakly, knowing the chestnut girl already had him beat.
"So? I'm a girl, and how long did you think that I was a boy?"
Quatre made no response.
"Well Quatre? Was that him?"
Quatre looked down and remained silent. What could he do? Heero had sworn him to secrecy, and he couldn't lie to Duo.
The girl grinned widely at the boy. She had what she wanted. "Thanks Q. That's all I wanted to know." With that she turned to leave, but stopped and looked back at Quatre. "Ya know...if you want to keep your secret hidden, you shouldn't stare at him all the time."
Duo spun and walked away, and Quatre's face blushed furiously. Was it so obvious?
The Arabian moved away from the alcove and sat at a single table by the stage. He laid his head on his crossed arms, deep in thought. His feelings towards Trowa had increased between the holloween party and now. Everytime he saw the silent boy, he felt his pulse quicken and his face burn red. But the question was, did Trowa feel the same way about him?
At the same time, Trowa was out inthe hallways, a drink in hand. He had seen what had happened with Duo, and was quickly able to figure out that the girl was, in fact, Heero. He was amazed that the Japanese boy could pull it off. He was that comitted.
The tall boy realized that he needed to talk with Heero. If an emotionless rock of a human could go through all of this for a girl like Duo, then he could give advice as to what Trowa should do about Quatre.
Using his sensable logic, he concluded that there was one room in the house Heero could be in, considering Duo would be looking for him: Quatre's room. He moved swiftly and silently to the Arabian's room. Trying the handle and finding it locked, he removed his wallet from his pocket and took out a card designed specifically for the purpose in mind. He slid it into the doorjamb, and with a few moments of jiggling, opened the door inward.
He took a step into the room and heard the click of a gun and felt the pressure of the barel being pushed against his temple. He moved his eye to the left and locked gazes with a young, green-eyed girl with an intense expression. She led Trowa into the room and shut the door behind him, locking it.
"What are you doing here, Trowa?" She asked in a soft voice.
"...I came for advice."
The girl lowered the gun and tossed it on the bed. She walked to a chair where a duffel bag lay. "What is it?"
The emerald-eyed boy watched as she went about her business as she sat and started removing her shoes and socks. "...It's about Quatre...."
"I thought it might be." She grabbed the bag and stood, then walked into the bathroom. "Do you have feelings for him?"
Trowa paused and considered. Did he? Had the blonde Arabian entranced him? Did his emotional friend capture his own cold, secluded heart? Trowa took a breath before answering.
"Yes... Yes, I do."
The girl exited the bathroom but was no longer a girl. Heero Yuy tossed the duffel bag back on the chair he had taken it from, with the sleeve of a white turtleneck hanging out. He looked at Trowa.
"As I said to you, twice before, you have to act on your emotions. Only then will you know if what you did was right. Tell Quatre. That's all the advice I can give."
Trowa nodded and turned, exiting the room with new thoughts on his mind. He heard the click of a lock as he headed back to the party.
Despite the festive atmosphere, there were three people with heavy hearts that lasted until midnight. Quatre climbed the stairs to the podium and gave his speech, though his heart wasn't in sync with the fake smile and cheery attitude he displayed.
Trowa listened to him, and was awed with admiration when the giant Christmas tree was lit up. For once, his nerves failed him Tonight would not be the night he told Quatre. He'd have to tell him another time.
That time was closer then he thought.