Title: Forever You ~chapter 3~
Author: me_ko (meko_to@yahoo.com)
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4
Disclaimer: I only claim the fic but the others I disclaim! I am
not even earning from this stuff so don't bother sue me. You'll only
end up with nothing. I own nothing! I tell you. I can't even afford
to produce a nickel by my own. I only have my computer and other
stuff dedicated for my obsession and I'm not giving them away even
if you have already passed my dead body, my soul will continue to
haunt you!
Warning: AU might have some sad events on the coming chapters but
I'm still not yet sure and still thinking about it. OOC?
Notes: Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre and Wufei were childhood friends
but Duo has to leave for America with his parents. After ten years
Duo goes to Japan without him knowing that he once lived in that
place.
Feedback: very appreciated. I had just started writing so I need
feedbacks. Constructive criticisms might also help me improve. I
learn from my mistakes.
CHAPTER 3 A friend's past
Quatre pulled back the two doors of the wide, bright room leaving the Japanese boy, his husband and the other one on the phone. Duo is at his back. Quatre's lining a sheepishly grin on his face. "You have a lot of explaining to do, Yuy Duo." "Hey Quatre keep it down, they might hear you. And my family name's no Yuy, its Maxwell, get it, Quatre Barton." Duo complained at the back of Quatre, who is giggling and can't control himself to laugh out. "You're still the Duo I know." Quatre walked without looking at Duo. "Oi Quatre, don't leave me here. Where are you going?" Duo catches up with Quatre who's going outside. "Let's talk at the garden shall we, Duo Yuy?" "Argh. Stop it I say, Quatre. Why wouldn't you stop?" Duo's already going to throw a fist at the back of Quatre's head but Quatre stopped walking. "Would you want to stay under that tree?" Quatre looked back pointing at the shady tree with a wooden table and chair under it and smiled at his friend. Duo hid his hand right away and smiled back. Quatre walked on a brick path. Duo did the same. Duo's eyes are still roaming also looking at the brick road he and Quatre are walking on; surrounded by pure green Bermuda grass, sparkling by the light rays from the sun, reflected by tiny droplets of water, clinging on the leaves; and near the walls were tiny, clipped, designed plants, carefully grown and a wide glass window sill looking over from the living room where the other boys are talking. Quatre sat on the chair under the shade of the tree. Duo sat on the other chair next to his friend. A servant then came, stood beside Quatre, bowed down and spoke in a very pleasant manner. "Master Quatre, would you want anything?" Quatre looked at Duo "What would you prefer? Do you want to eat?" "Actually, Quatre, I haven't eaten my breakfast yet." Duo looked down, rubbing his two hands against his thighs, ashamed of asking something to eat, to content his grumbling stomach. Quatre gave a small smile in return. "Bring us two cold glasses of fruit juice and also two slices of cake." Quatre ordered to the servant beside him. The servant bowed and stepped back without any complain. "Don't be ashamed, Duo. It's not like you. You always crave for food when you hear it." Quatre looked back at Duo. "I didn't know how I survived coming here without even taking my breakfast. You still really are a wealthy person, Quatre. You never change." Duo pointed at Quatre. "Duo, have your feelings changed?" "Huh? You mean those feelings? Maybe he's the reason why I survived without taking any food inside my mouth." Duo looked at the window, hoping to see through the glass. "No, fortunately, no, it's still the same, Quatre, it hasn't changed, and I hope it won't." "Only a few unusual people like that live in this time. You're really emotionally in love, 'amorous' I say." "What do you mean unusual?!" "Look! The two of you haven't seen each other for ten long years, with no communication and means of connection at all and you say you still love him? How do you explain that? I think you are really fallen deeply in love." "I have proven it last night." "Proven?! What do you mean proven?" "I mean, I was.I was deeply hurt like I was stabbed straight through my chest when I heard.when he said, he was getting married fourteen days from now. And actually, I didn't have a good sleep, look at my eyes." Quatre looked at Duo's eyes. "They're heart shaped." "Stop joking, Quatre. And I don't think I can still call it fortunate, it will only hurt me. Because he's already going to be married in a short time and I don't have the power of stopping his wedding." "Stop being so dramatic today; tell me what happened last night. I bet you were happy, you together with Heero, tell me." Quatre looked at Duo sheepishly. "Nothing really happened; we just had a little walk and talk" "How long?" ".From sundown to past midnight." "From where did you walk?" ".From the park to the playground." "That's far; from sundown to past midnight and walking meters long; and you call that little." "Well." "So you mean the night with Heero ended at the playground." "Actually he also walked me home." "He walked you home? And then?" "And then what?" "Did the two of you spend something overnight, like slept together?" "No! I tell you. I slept alone." "Then why didn't you pull him inside and convince him to stay or you may just push him straight to the bedroom, if still not then tie him up at your bed and.and." "Quatre! Get a hold of yourself. Is that really you? I didn't know such things roam inside you're mind."
A crack distraction then came. The servant came with the food Duo requested. The argument of the two was temporarily stopped. When the servant left. "Enough of what happened to me last night. I want to know more about you. sooo, the two of you ended up to be together." Duo looks at Quatre suspiciously at the corner of his eye. "How did it happen that you and Trowa became married? How did he propose? As far as I can remember, he was such a silent guy, he doesn't talk too much, he's as cold as a frozen post standing at the middle of North Pole." Duo talked moving closer and closer to Quatre's face. ".And come to think of it, I remember that if I were together with Heero, you were with Trowa.Hmmmm, would you like to share the details?" "Oi, Duo, don't look at me like that, would you please make a little distance, and I'm losing my posture here." Looking at themselves, Quatre's almost gonna fall and Duo's holding Quatre's shoulders, leaning over him. Duo quickly returned to his seat and Quatre regained his posture. "Duo, don't forget. That's my husband you're talking about!" Quatre started to talk impatiently, even so. "It happened this way."
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'Rrrrriiiinnnngggggg!!!!' "That's it for today." "Uhhhhhh.that was a long day." Quatre stretched his arms upward, sited beside the window. Trowa was fixing his things, sliding it inside his bag. "Let's go, Quatre." "I know. Oh." Quatre's eyes glanced at the window, seeing someone that he sure thinks completes his day. "Are you coming or you're just going to stick your eye on him? I'm leaving." "Oi Trowa! Don't leave me. MATTE!" Trowa didn't respond to Quatre who was able to catch up with him. While walking down the stairs. "Trowa? Are you coming to the dance night?" "Maybe not." "How come you're not coming?" "I'm not interested in attending those kinds of socialization." "I see." while walking towards the gate of the school, Quatre saw his 'someone' .running?.... "Oh Trowa, look, there he is! But.but why is he.running?" To Quatre's surprise, he approached them. "You're Quatre, right?" the man running knelt down before Quatre and Trowa and spoke in a voice like he's suffering and longing for something. "Y.yeah." Quatre's nervous; seeing he's fantasy kneel down before him. "I'm Glase Carrot, call me Carrot.You know. I've been thinking for so long, how long has it been? I can't it count anymore.I can't recall how long. I know it's not proper, but.I can't take this anymore." "What is it?" Quatre bend down in level with Carrot. "Would you be my date on the dance night?" Carrot said frankly.holding Quatre's hands ".or you already have an escort?" looking at Trowa "He said he's not com." "So it's okay!" before Quatre could explain, Carrot confirmed it right away. "Carrot?! Carrot?!" "Oh no! They're here! Sore JA!" Carrot ran away, opposite the direction of the voices calling him. Four persons stopped in front of Quatre "I'm Misu Chocolate, this is my sister Tira, this is Gateau and he is Marron, Carrot's brother. I warn you, stay away from Carrot. If you don't want to be hurt." Then they ran away from them to follow Carrot who's talking to another woman again. "They're weird." Quatre blinked. "Trowa.he asked me to be his date.I can't wait!" Quatre was giggling and almost wiggle Trowa. "Be careful of him." Trowa continued walking away from Quatre. "You too?" "Just be careful of him." While walking home, Quatre can't stop talking and thinking about the dance. "Bye." Trowa's monotone voice bid farewell. "HUH?" shocked at what Trowa had just said.why is he bidding farewell? "You're already in front of you're house." Trowa pointed at the house at the back of Quatre. Quatre looked back. "You're right. Why don't you come inside?" "Got work to do." Trowa continued walking down the street leaving Quatre in front of his house.
The next day. Quatre was fixing himself. He didn't even noticed that time moves faster than he think it is. "I got to go." On the way, he passed by Trowa's house. "Maybe I could convince him for the last time." Quatre knocked on the door, Trowa immediately opened it. "Quatre? Aren't you going to the dance? Come in." "I'm already on my way there. I just dropped by to convince you even if for the last minute." "I already told you. I'm not going." "Why not?" "You already have someone to go with so I don't have anymore reason to go." "Is that so?" "I think you should be going now, you don't want to be late, do you?" "I guess so.but are you sure you're not coming? Fine by me. Bye." Quatre turned his back and walked towards the door. "Quatre, the weather isn't good today, don't get yourself wet." "It's not raining." "Just take care of yourself.and be careful of Carrot." "Hai.hai." And he left Trowa's place. Quatre was walking on the street, he looked up. "Trowa said, don't get myself wet.but is it going to rain? We have been together for so long, since Duo left, but still.I still can't understand him sometimes. He doesn't talk too much.opposite of my ever best friend.Duo, how are you going to confront this kind of situation? Where are you? You don't even write for almost a year now. *sigh*.but." Quatre was stopped from his thoughts when he heard some rumbling of leaves. He looked, but there was no one. Lighting ripped off from the sky, and then followed by a roar of thunder. He then saw two silhouettes of bodies under the tree. Another lightning draw its line, giving off enough brightness to see the faces of the two shadows. Seeing Carrot, the one person who asked him to be his date tonight. Quatre smiled a little at first and planned to walk there, but the person next to him was a woman! This woman wasn't Tira or Choco, who introduced themselves right after Carrot asked him to be his date on the dance night, but no. It was somebody else. He then thought to himself that there is nothing wrong when a man talk to each other, so Quatre continued to walk going to Carrot's direction. But Carrot made a move. He leaned forward, trapping the lady in his arms. Quatre froze in his position. Having second thoughts for continuing to walk towards the two. The thunder finally came roaring like a fierce lion, after the lighting had again ripped of the skies. Raindrops are starting to drop, one by one, little by little. Each second increases the number of drops falling from the crying clouds. Carrot tightened his arms around the woman's waist, holding her to him. He leaned down his head and whispered something in her ear. The lady looked up straight to him and Carrot locked the lady's lips with a kiss. Quatre was so shocked. He stepped backwards; he doesn't want to let those two people know that he was watching them. He runs as fast as he could, take the path that he has used. He doesn't know where his feet are taking him but he sure knows that he is taking the right way. At the same time, Trowa was making coffee out of coffee beans. There was a knock at the door, a knock that is like a cat scratched the wood of the door that can only be heard by sensitive ears, but he sure wants to see what the cat wants. He left the kitchen, and walked to the door. There, Quatre stood, his color was paler and he was gasping for air. "What happened to you?" concerned could be felt by the tone of Trowa's voice "TROWA! I should have listened to you." "About the rain? I told you not to get yourself wet and now look at you, you're dripping wet." "Chigai! It's not about that." "Then what is it?" "I.It's.a.a.bout." Quatre couldn't say it, tears draw lines down he's cheek and he sobs continuously. "Shhh.calm down. You don't have to tell me if you couldn't say it." Trowa wiped off Quatre's tears falling from his eyes, tracing down his cheeks but then, Quatre suddenly fainted dependently on Trowa's arms. "Quatre? Daijobu ka?" Trowa lifted Quatre and laid him down on the couch next to the door. "Wait here." Trowa went up and down the staircase, back and forth the kitchen. Trowa came back bringing with him some towels, his clothes and a basin full of warm water. He laid it all at the table next to Quatre. He held the dry towel and wiped off the droplets of water clinging on to Quatre's body and hair. He works silently but then. "He must change his clothes, it's all soaked up. I can do something about the upper part but.how about the other part? .the lower one?" He tried opening the buttons of Quatre's blouse but. he just couldn't do it. He stared at Quatre's body thinking of how he could change Quatre's dripping clothes [4]. Luckily enough, Quatre has regained consciousness, he opened his eyes. "Trowa, why are you staring at me like that?" "I was trying to change your clothes." "Change my clothes?" Quatre looked at himself. "I feel.heavy." "You shouldn't move too much. You have a fever. You must change those clothes of yours before your fever climbs up. I'll help you change." "No, no, I can do it myself." "Well then, here's a dry towel and these are my clothes. You can use them for now." Trowa stood up and turned to his back. "Where are you going?" "At the kitchen to get you something to eat and for you to be alone." "Thank you." "If you need some help just call me." "Okay." Trowa walked towards the kitchen. Quatre gripped on to the towel for a second then moved. Quatre started unbuttoning his shirt and wring the excess water that has soaked his clothes onto the basin, grabbed the towel and wiped the water that's clinging onto his body. Then picked up the clothes Trowa lend him. While Quatre was doing this, Trowa was in the kitchen. While he was boiling the soup, he's slicing apples, peeling oranges and arranging it on a plate. He then poured the soup on a bowl and arranged it on a tray together with the plate of fruits and a glass of cold water. "Trowa?" Quatre peeked in. His soft voice reached Trowa's ears. "What is it, Quatre?" "Is there something that I can help you?" Quatre walked towards Trowa but he fell. Trowa caught him in his arms before he could slam on the floor. "Why are you walking? You shouldn't tire yourself." "No. I'm alright; I just walked here to tell you that I'm going home. Thank you for lending me your clothes, I'll return them to you when it's already clean." Quatre looked up to Trowa, giving off a faint smile. "I won't let you." "You won't let me?" "You're fever is still high. It might get even worse if you go home now, besides the weather still isn't good." "Then what shall I do?" "Stay here for the night. You may use my bed upstairs." "No it's your bed, use it. Maybe I'll just stay at the living room; I can sleep on the couch." "Don't lie to me. Use my bed." Trowa lifted Quatre to avoid further refusals. Carrying him on his arms and walked upstairs going to the room. "Why are you insisting me to use your bed?" "I know that you don't sleep on couches. You are not used in that kind of life." "That's not the answer I'm looking for! Why do you care for me so much?" Quatre griped onto Trowa's shirt, hoping that Trowa would answer back. Trowa laid Quatre on the bed and turned back again. "You know how I feel for you." Quatre sat up. "How you feel for me? I don't understand what you're saying to me." "If you always think that way, your mind will forever remain blocked. Think about it." With these words, Trowa stepped out of the room and left Quatre sited on the bed, deeply drowned in thoughts. "My mind will remain blocked? What does he mean by his words? He always makes me confuse about things." Quatre stared at the door, where Trowa had gone. "How do I feel about Trowa anyway?" Quatre was still deeply in thoughts, thinking of the answer he might get. Trowa came back with the tray of food he had prepared for Quatre earlier. He placed it on top of the table beside the bed. Trowa sat beside Quatre. "Here, you must first eat before taking the medicine and taking a rest." Trowa held the bowl of hot soup on his hands and helped Quatre to eat. While Trowa was feeding him, Quatre was staring at Trowa, searching his mind. How does he feel about Trowa? Quatre's heart began to pound faster as he stares at Trowa's eyes. /'Why? Why is it that my heartbeat pounds fast and even faster every second I stare at him, why?'/ Quatre's asking his mind over and over. "Drink this. It will make your fever drop." Trowa reached Quatre the medicine and a glass of water. Quatre drank it without hesitation and passed back the glass to Trowa. Trowa then grabbed it and laid it on top of the tray. Then Quatre started. "I should have listened to you in the first place. I saw him with another girl.and he kissed her! He shouldn't have asked me out to be his date if he's going for another girl. Is this why you're warning me? I was so stupid for falling for him and not listening to you. I was.I was." Quatre again can't continue in what he was saying. Tears again successfully flowed from his eyes. "I thought I told you not to tell it if you can't bear the pain that you're feeling every time you speak about it. Calm down. We can talk about it sometime, when you're already ready to talk about it and if it doesn't hurt you anymore and when that time comes, I assure you that I will listen." Trowa tried to soothe Quatre's feelings but that's all he could do to calm Quatre. He stood up. "Go get some rest. You really need it." "How about you? Where will you sleep?" Quatre tried to stand up but he's too weak to do so. "Who told you that I'm going to sleep?" Before Quatre could do any more protest, Trowa already left. /'I feel dizzy. Maybe it's somewhat one of the effects of the medicine Trowa gave me.'/ After feeling the effects of the medicine, Quatre couldn't help it and decided to sleep. Trowa came back inside the room bringing with him a basin of warm water and a towel. He walked beside Quatre and placed the basin on top of the table near the bed. He dipped the towel and wrings the excess water and damped it on Quatre's face. /'You are so innocent in nature; you don't deserve to be hurt this way. Your angelic face indicates your heart, so pure of love, hope, kindness, sincerity and cheerfulness that of a child. That man doesn't deserve you! You don't deserve to be fooled by him. No one does and no one will ever deserve to fool you.'/ Trowa brushed Quatre's hair with his fingers. "Where did he found the guts to make you cry? You were exposed to the reality and cruelty of life earlier than you and I have expected." As if responding to what Trowa was saying to him, Quatre's angelic face moved, maybe to be more comfortable in his position. But then Quatre mutter the name 'Trowa'. Trowa in his part, smiled. Hearing his name came out from the lips of Quatre in the middle of his sleep, is enough to bring a smile on his face. "Don't worry, Quatre. I'm just here beside you. I promise that I will protect you. I will not allow another person show you how it feels like to be hurt. I promise." Trowa continued caring for Quatre. He never left Quatre's side all night. Doing the unforgotten method of curing people with the ever sickness fever. Quatre wakes in the morning. The sun's rays penetrating through the window's glass, inside the room, pricking to the eyes of Quatre. He slowly opened his eyes and roams it inside the room. He first looked at the ceiling, the walls, the window, onto his sides, beside the bed and onto the floor. Noticing and remembering that it wasn't his room but Trowa's, he then searched for Trowa. But unfortunately he was alone inside the room and no traces of Trowa even his shadow or whatsoever. He heard footsteps coming from the staircase going nearer the room. Quatre fixed his gaze at the door. The doorknob slowly turned and the door silently opened, revealing Trowa, carrying with him another tray of food. "Did you have a good sleep? I brought in breakfast, in case that you're hungry." Trowa entered, walking towards Quatre, settling the food tray near the bed. "I feel much better now. Where did you slept?" "I didn't sleep." "You didn't? Why?" "I'm taking care of you, of course. Now eat your breakfast. You need energy." Trowa passed Quatre the breakfast he has made for him. ".I have already called your house and I told them that you're here. And I also told them that I'm going to bring you home but they insisted that they're going to pick you up." "Didn't you take even a short nap? Don't you even feel sleepy? Aren't you going to take a rest?" "Today's the start of our two weeks vacation. We have a lot of time to rest and I don't have much to do so it's okay for me not to sleep even for awhile." Before Quatre could ask again, the doorbell rang. Trowa stood up and left Quatre, finishing his breakfast. Trowa opened the door, seeing Quatre's servants. "We're here to pick Master Quatre up." One of the persons standing by the door said. "He's upstairs, presently finishing his breakfast. Come in." Trowa showed Quatre's servants the way to his room. Trowa opened the door, where Quatre sitting on the bed, already finished his breakfast. Quatre looked at the door the moment it opened. "Oh, Rashid! You're here to pick me up?" "Yes, Master Quatre. You're father wants to see you immediately, he was so worried about you, Master." "Oh. Is that so?" Quatre looked down. The smile on his face slightly faded. Trowa seem to notice this and laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. Quatre in return, looked up and managed to give off a tiny smile. Quatre would want to stay a little bit longer, but Rashid insisted that they must go home. Quatre couldn't do anything but agree. The moment they left, Trowa was alone in his house.
Days passed by. And in two days, they would have to get back to school. Quatre was already forgetting the incident with Carrot, regaining his cheerfulness. He was always with Trowa, spending their vacation together. Rashid almost blow his head, whenever Quatre was gone, for Quatre wouldn't even tell where he and Trowa are going and if ever Rashid can't find him, he wouldn't go back home. Poor Rashid, he must take all of the anger Quatre's father is throwing. One day, while having a picnic at the park, Quatre and Trowa caught sight of Carrot. Trowa could feel his heart jump in anger, clenching his hands; his mind was being conquered by blackness. Trowa stood up, going to the direction where Carrot is standing. Quatre followed his gaze onto Trowa, when he realizes where Trowa is heading, he tried to stop Trowa but he wasn't heard. Trowa run towards Carrot, slamming a fist onto Carrot's face, who stumbled, rolling recklessly on the grass. When Trowa's going to throw another slam, Quatre suddenly appeared in between; blocking Trowa's way and protecting the one slumped on the grass. "Trowa, stop this insanity!" "You call this insanity? Why would you protect someone who tried.no who have hurt you so badly?" Trowa tried to wave Quatre away but Quatre wasn't bulging from his place. "Get out of the way Quatre." "NO!" "Quatre, get out of the way. Don't try to." "Trowa stop!" Quatre's scream reached Trowa's mind and he started to become calm. Quatre turned to the one slumped on the grass and tried to help him. Trowa turned to his back and started to run away from Quatre and back to his house. Quatre saw Trowa running and immediately followed him. "Trowa, what's happening to you? The Trowa I saw earlier is not the Trowa I once knew." Quatre run after Trowa who is already inside his house. "You are right. I am not the Trowa you once knew earlier." "You've.change. What made you to." ".to change?" Trowa helped Quatre to finish. "Quatre, how could you be so protective over him while he's the one who made you cry that night? Why would you want him to be unharmed?" "Trowa, don't put yourself into trouble just because of me. And ones more you are not the one who has been harmed.I am the one Trowa not you!" "Not me? How can you say that? I also have been affected.I also have been inflicted by the harm that he has given you! It comes to me twice from what harm you have felt towards that incident! Do you know that Quatre? NO! You don't know anything about that!" "Then why has it to affect you that much?" "You don't want to know." "I want to know for you to stop this madness!" Quatre shouted at the top of his lungs, all his guts have been poured into that one shout. The feeling of anger can already be felt. "Do you think loving you is madness?!" "I've been thinking of what you have said to me that night about.what did you say?" "Do you think that would be madness?" "No, no, no. I would want to hear the exact words." /'oh my! I shouldn't have shouted that! Now I have given him a hint that I love him. What if he walks away if I say it again?'/ "Do you think rabing you is madness?" "Trowa, can you please say it clear. Don't twist my mind." /'here goes.'/ "Do you think.l.lo.living you is madness?" /'There! I blew it already!'/ /'oh my god! This cannot be happening. This cannot be happening. What am I thinking? There is no special thing on that! He just protects me as a friend that's all!'/ "Did you say loving?" /'now he's thinking of walking away!'/ "Y.yeah." "As a friend?" /'what?! How did I spit that word out?'/ "." /'now he's really walking away'/ "Trowa! Will you please stop twisting my mind! I'm already having a headache when I'm going with you! Please be straight even for once, Trowa! My god!" "." /'I better remain shut. He's going to walk away if I clear that sentence out'/ "Trowa!" "." "Trowa! I don't want to do all the talking here! What are you being afraid of?" "." "Trowa! First you hit Carrot down. Second you're twisting my mind. Third you won't answer my questions." "I hit Carrot because he gave you such harm!" "Then why does it affect you so much?! Were going back and around here, Trowa! So better spit it out!" "I LOVE YOU, Quatre!" Trowa confessed! He shouted it out at the top of his voice immediately! The silent Trowa actually shouted! And what's more he confessed his love for Quatre! "If that is just you're problem! That is also my problem because I also love.what did you say again? Did I hear myself right this time?" Quatre also shouted in return but becomes minimized as he ended his sentence. "Complete you're sentence first." "I'm the one who asked first." "Then I'm throwing you back your question." "Tro." Quatre has been cut when Trowa grabbed his hand; the other hand wrapped around Quatre's waist, pulling him close and even closer until the gap between their bodies is gone sealing Quatre's lips with his own lips. It took a while before they parted. Trowa lightly placed a finger on top of Quatre's lips, looking at him lovingly. "I said I love you. Now don't make me repeat myself that loud the first time I told you cause the neighbors may come barging in right at my door together with the police for having such riot inside my house okay." Quatre nodded and Trowa released his finger slowly but the other arm is still wrapped around Quatre's waist. "Trowa." Quatre looked at Trowa's eyes; he could see both eyes despite the bangs that hide the other. "I'm sorry for the kiss" Trowa could be seen blushing. "Hmm." Quatre shook his head cuddling closer into Trowa's embrace. "I also love you." Their position didn't take long. The door suddenly flew, brutally open, revealing Quatre's father together with Rashid standing behind the furious man. "What's the meaning of this?" the former demanded an explanation. Seeing his son, Quatre, wrapped inside Trowa's protective arms. "I won't allow this! Quatre, we'll go home this instant!" walking towards the two lovers and pulling an arm of Quatre. But Quatre just tightened his grip onto Trowa and won't bulge. "No!" came the refusing answer "I won't!" "Let go of my son, you." the right word won't enter his mind, won't slip from his mouth "He is a wealthy heir of our family and you're not the right kind for him! You're so low compared to his status in the society." "I'm sorry, sir. but despite your criticism over me, I still love you're son. I truly love, Quatre." Quatre looked up to his lover. Trowa had just said his feelings for him, straight to his father, with no second thoughts and without any doubt. They had just clearly known what the other feels for the other and already making up and this! Comes his father and rejects their love for one another. When he's already being overwhelmed by Trowa's warmth around his body, come barging in his father. "What will you give my son.suffering?" "You are the one who's giving me sufferings, father! You were not much of a father to me. I was always with the servants, thinking they were more of a family to me. I follow you're will, what you want of me to become and I also did my best to be in line with you're standards as heir to our family but you don't pay attention to it. You don't even seem to recognize. You don't even know me father! And I also think that you don't even care what ever would happen to me. For once, father.let me.make.my own.decision.and just.be.happy .for.me." Quatre successfully finished what he wanted to say; despite the continuous sobs he's making. Tears flowed from his eyes. He cuddled closer to Trowa, burying his face deeper into the taunt chest of the body next to him and holding onto Trowa's body, tightly, as if he's strength depends on him and his body would fall the minute he release himself from his tight grip. Quatre's father seems to freeze at his son's words. Seeming to realize that what his son had just said is true. His expression slowly changes, from furious to calm. Slowly, he stretched a hand, reaching for his son, laying it gently on Quatre's shoulders. "I'm sorry, Quatre. I was too busy that I didn't know that what I am making you do isn't making you any happy. I failed as a father to you; I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities. Quatre, I'm sorry. I thought it would be the best to do, what's best for you, but I was wrong.really wrong! Would you forgive me?" "I do forgive you father, I have already forgiven you a long time. I love you so much, father." Releasing his arms from Trowa and throwing himself to his father, backing a little from the force. His father in return embraced him tight, both crying in each others arms. "I love you so much, my son." Trowa just stood there, in front of the father and son couple. The father seems to notice and stepped back, just to see his son's face. "Is this what you really wanted?" then looks at Trowa. Quatre turned his head to see his beloved and nodded. "Yes, father. I love him." Then Quatre's father asked Trowa. "Do you really love my son?" "Yes, sir." Out the short answer from the one being addressed. "Well then, maybe I have no choice. Make sure that he would be happy under your protection." Sighed Quatre's father and smiled down at his son. "Father, you mean." Quatre's startled, happy voice rang. He looked down. "Yes, if that would really make you happy." Then he looked at Trowa again. "When could we talk about the preparations? I'll be the one in charge of all the expenses so you don't have to worry." Tapping Trowa's shoulders lightly. "I congratulate you, now, for being the one to capture my son's heart." Trowa smiled and said a 'thank you' silently. Quatre griped his hands even tighter around his father and also thanked his father. The feeling of joy that Quatre and Trowa are now feeling cannot be expressed in mere words anymore. Just the looks they have on their faces are enough proof that they really were happy.
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"You're fortunate enough to see your true love in him." Duo's voice cleared. The jealousy in his eyes is shown. "Why didn't he show up on that day?" it is a question but it seems like it's not for Quatre. "I think it's better if you would ask him personally that question." Quatre knows what Duo is talking about. ".but you do know why, am I right, Quatre?" "Yes, but its more proper if the answer comes out from him." "I can't ask him." Was Duo's retorted answer; no trust can be felt in his tone. ".after all this years, it has been more than ten years, Quatre. Why bother ask a little, silly question." "You can do it. If you really want to know, you would do anything just to know the answer to your question, right?" "Maybe it's not necessary to know the answer; some questions are remained unanswered, anyway." "What if he holds the answer." Quatre doesn't really prefer it as a question. "What if not! He's getting married and it's going to be in two weeks! There is no way I could stop it." "Do you really think that way?" "What can I do? He doesn't fell anything for me. I just hope that he would be happy together with his.wife" "Duo, it doesn't hurt to try." "But the answer might be!" Duo replied immediately. "The reason why I pulled you out of there is because." ".you know that it will hurt me, right?" Duo finished off Quatre's sentence. "Hey, you're still my best friend right? And I still know what you feel." Then Quatre sighed "When you loved somebody, you know the consequences right?" Duo nodded, and then Quatre continued. "There are two ways; the way to happiness and the other one is painful, and I don't want to see you in pain because you're my friend but even if you're going to be hurt, the most important thing is you experience to love." "Thank you for pulling me out there. I don't think that I can handle it now." "When you love somebody, prepare yourself to be hurt no matter how painful it is." "Quatre, I really don't know what to do." "Ask him. Follow what your heart is saying; what it wants to do." Quatre moved closer to Duo so he could embrace his friend, thinking that it would help Duo even in the tiniest way he could think of. "You can ask him that question when the two of you are alone, together; maybe when the two of you go home. It's a good chance." Quatre sympathize with his long braided friend, recalling the memory of their childhood, together. "I also think so. Maybe I should do it later." Duo moved closer to Quatre's comforting embrace. Then the servant again came. "Master Quatre, lunch has been served." Quatre looked at his servant, signaling a dismiss nod and looked back to Duo to tell the news but before Quatre could do that, Duo's sense of food activated. "FOOD?! Did I just hear lunch?" Popping his head up like no worries had just passed, wearing his usual grin. "Nice food call, stopping any dramatic scene that includes Duo." Quatre sighed with a smile. Duo stood up and run towards the house, running through the hall like a five year old kid, sniffing the aroma from right to left, from door to door of the rooms he passes by. Quatre walked next to him, glad to see his friend's smile back on his face again. Duo suddenly stopped in the middle of a split road, looking from left to right, sniffing the scent like a dog. "Ah, Quatre." Duo spoke. "Nani?" "Where is the food served?" ".at the dining table." "I know that! But where IS the dining room?!" Duo pouted; confused whether he would take the left way or the right one. Quatre chuckled at Duo's back. "Hey! What's so funny?" Quatre couldn't answer as he burst out of laughter. "Hey.I'm asking a question here, mind if you answer? You're actually insulting me!" Duo's getting irritated of Quatre, who's not answering him and just laughs at his place. "I'm sorry, Duo. I thought.I thought you knew the way." Quatre at last spoke, calming himself from laughing but still spoke between chuckles. "You know that I'm only new in this house. This isn't your old house which I loiter around and wouldn't be lost even if you blindfold my eyes." Duo complains, tapping the head of the blonde. "Hey, Quatre are you listening to me? Are you still in your perfect mind?" Duo knocks at Quatre's head and shouts at his ear. "Yes, I'm still here, and you don't need to worry about bringing me in a retarded hospital. The reason why I thought that you knew the way is because you seemed so sure and confident about yourself and the very thing is that you are also on the right track." "I'm on the right track? And let me tell you the reason why I halted is because I couldn't follow the smell anymore. This way and that, both have the smell of food." "Turn right. The left is where the kitchen is." Point a finger in each direction while mentioning the way. Duo came back to the state of his food cravings. "It's the right way then." And he resumed his running until he reached a double door room which where he thinks the aroma of food comes from. "This is the room ne, Quatre?" Quatre nodded beside him. Quatre pushed the door slowly, seeing Trowa, Heero and Wufei sited beside the long table, filled with mouth watering food, if that's how Duo describes it. "We have a good chef here, you know." Referring to Duo. Duo's eyes were sparkling and his mouth was widely open with a falls of water rushing out. "Does this really break into you?" Duo didn't notice that Quatre was talking to him because his attention was drawn to the row of foods arranged at the table. "Oh well. You better catch that water up, before you dehydrate yourself." Dragging Duo to the table then got an idea and Quatre whispers something in Duo's ear "Sit beside Heero and ask him." Quatre insisted. "I'll do that when we go home." Duo replied still being dragged by Quatre and still drooling all over the food. Trowa was seated at the end of the table, at his left seated Heero, one seat apart from Wufei. Quatre pulled the chair between Heero and Wufei and pushed Duo to sit on the soft cushioned chair while he took the seat next to Trowa, at his right. At first Duo was reluctant to seat between Heero and Wufei but was insisted to sit. Duo was fidgeting with the end of his braid and was stopped when one of Quatre's servants appeared at the door with Relena at his back, announcing her arrival. "Aa.Relena. We were just about to start our lunch. Would you like to join us?" was Trowa's warm welcome. Quatre looked at Duo, don't know what he feels, maybe bothered that Duo may not have the chance to talk to Heero privately now that Relena's here. "Have a seat." Quatre then stood, pulling the chair next to him. "Thank you." Relena walked and looked at Duo before settling down on the said chair. "Oh Relena, this is Duo, our childhood friend." Quatre started, noticing that Relena was looking at Duo, pointing a hand towards Duo's direction. Relena seems to be startled by the time the name Duo reached her ears and reluctantly nodded when Quatre was finished talking. During the whole meal, it wasn't that noticeable aside from Relena that Heero seems to be annoyed with Wufei, serving Duo, which exactly what was in Heero's mind. When he was going to ask if Duo would like to have some Fettuccini, Wufei had already placed a stack of it at Duo's plate, this happened again and again until he decided to drop the idea. The whole meal seems to be quiet despite of the sounds made by the tapping of utensils on the plate.
[4]- come on Trowa! What's happening with you? It's not that hard to change clothes.umm.is it?
Author's notes: I used the characters of Bakuretsu Hunters in Trowa and Quatre's past cause I need someone who is running after someone and from what I have watched; Carrot is always running after someone even if it's the first time he saw her and was being chased by his comrades and since they are traveling, they are not staying in a particular place. I don't know much about them and I also definitely don't own them. Just still bear with the fic, okay?
CHAPTER 3 A friend's past
Quatre pulled back the two doors of the wide, bright room leaving the Japanese boy, his husband and the other one on the phone. Duo is at his back. Quatre's lining a sheepishly grin on his face. "You have a lot of explaining to do, Yuy Duo." "Hey Quatre keep it down, they might hear you. And my family name's no Yuy, its Maxwell, get it, Quatre Barton." Duo complained at the back of Quatre, who is giggling and can't control himself to laugh out. "You're still the Duo I know." Quatre walked without looking at Duo. "Oi Quatre, don't leave me here. Where are you going?" Duo catches up with Quatre who's going outside. "Let's talk at the garden shall we, Duo Yuy?" "Argh. Stop it I say, Quatre. Why wouldn't you stop?" Duo's already going to throw a fist at the back of Quatre's head but Quatre stopped walking. "Would you want to stay under that tree?" Quatre looked back pointing at the shady tree with a wooden table and chair under it and smiled at his friend. Duo hid his hand right away and smiled back. Quatre walked on a brick path. Duo did the same. Duo's eyes are still roaming also looking at the brick road he and Quatre are walking on; surrounded by pure green Bermuda grass, sparkling by the light rays from the sun, reflected by tiny droplets of water, clinging on the leaves; and near the walls were tiny, clipped, designed plants, carefully grown and a wide glass window sill looking over from the living room where the other boys are talking. Quatre sat on the chair under the shade of the tree. Duo sat on the other chair next to his friend. A servant then came, stood beside Quatre, bowed down and spoke in a very pleasant manner. "Master Quatre, would you want anything?" Quatre looked at Duo "What would you prefer? Do you want to eat?" "Actually, Quatre, I haven't eaten my breakfast yet." Duo looked down, rubbing his two hands against his thighs, ashamed of asking something to eat, to content his grumbling stomach. Quatre gave a small smile in return. "Bring us two cold glasses of fruit juice and also two slices of cake." Quatre ordered to the servant beside him. The servant bowed and stepped back without any complain. "Don't be ashamed, Duo. It's not like you. You always crave for food when you hear it." Quatre looked back at Duo. "I didn't know how I survived coming here without even taking my breakfast. You still really are a wealthy person, Quatre. You never change." Duo pointed at Quatre. "Duo, have your feelings changed?" "Huh? You mean those feelings? Maybe he's the reason why I survived without taking any food inside my mouth." Duo looked at the window, hoping to see through the glass. "No, fortunately, no, it's still the same, Quatre, it hasn't changed, and I hope it won't." "Only a few unusual people like that live in this time. You're really emotionally in love, 'amorous' I say." "What do you mean unusual?!" "Look! The two of you haven't seen each other for ten long years, with no communication and means of connection at all and you say you still love him? How do you explain that? I think you are really fallen deeply in love." "I have proven it last night." "Proven?! What do you mean proven?" "I mean, I was.I was deeply hurt like I was stabbed straight through my chest when I heard.when he said, he was getting married fourteen days from now. And actually, I didn't have a good sleep, look at my eyes." Quatre looked at Duo's eyes. "They're heart shaped." "Stop joking, Quatre. And I don't think I can still call it fortunate, it will only hurt me. Because he's already going to be married in a short time and I don't have the power of stopping his wedding." "Stop being so dramatic today; tell me what happened last night. I bet you were happy, you together with Heero, tell me." Quatre looked at Duo sheepishly. "Nothing really happened; we just had a little walk and talk" "How long?" ".From sundown to past midnight." "From where did you walk?" ".From the park to the playground." "That's far; from sundown to past midnight and walking meters long; and you call that little." "Well." "So you mean the night with Heero ended at the playground." "Actually he also walked me home." "He walked you home? And then?" "And then what?" "Did the two of you spend something overnight, like slept together?" "No! I tell you. I slept alone." "Then why didn't you pull him inside and convince him to stay or you may just push him straight to the bedroom, if still not then tie him up at your bed and.and." "Quatre! Get a hold of yourself. Is that really you? I didn't know such things roam inside you're mind."
A crack distraction then came. The servant came with the food Duo requested. The argument of the two was temporarily stopped. When the servant left. "Enough of what happened to me last night. I want to know more about you. sooo, the two of you ended up to be together." Duo looks at Quatre suspiciously at the corner of his eye. "How did it happen that you and Trowa became married? How did he propose? As far as I can remember, he was such a silent guy, he doesn't talk too much, he's as cold as a frozen post standing at the middle of North Pole." Duo talked moving closer and closer to Quatre's face. ".And come to think of it, I remember that if I were together with Heero, you were with Trowa.Hmmmm, would you like to share the details?" "Oi, Duo, don't look at me like that, would you please make a little distance, and I'm losing my posture here." Looking at themselves, Quatre's almost gonna fall and Duo's holding Quatre's shoulders, leaning over him. Duo quickly returned to his seat and Quatre regained his posture. "Duo, don't forget. That's my husband you're talking about!" Quatre started to talk impatiently, even so. "It happened this way."
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'Rrrrriiiinnnngggggg!!!!' "That's it for today." "Uhhhhhh.that was a long day." Quatre stretched his arms upward, sited beside the window. Trowa was fixing his things, sliding it inside his bag. "Let's go, Quatre." "I know. Oh." Quatre's eyes glanced at the window, seeing someone that he sure thinks completes his day. "Are you coming or you're just going to stick your eye on him? I'm leaving." "Oi Trowa! Don't leave me. MATTE!" Trowa didn't respond to Quatre who was able to catch up with him. While walking down the stairs. "Trowa? Are you coming to the dance night?" "Maybe not." "How come you're not coming?" "I'm not interested in attending those kinds of socialization." "I see." while walking towards the gate of the school, Quatre saw his 'someone' .running?.... "Oh Trowa, look, there he is! But.but why is he.running?" To Quatre's surprise, he approached them. "You're Quatre, right?" the man running knelt down before Quatre and Trowa and spoke in a voice like he's suffering and longing for something. "Y.yeah." Quatre's nervous; seeing he's fantasy kneel down before him. "I'm Glase Carrot, call me Carrot.You know. I've been thinking for so long, how long has it been? I can't it count anymore.I can't recall how long. I know it's not proper, but.I can't take this anymore." "What is it?" Quatre bend down in level with Carrot. "Would you be my date on the dance night?" Carrot said frankly.holding Quatre's hands ".or you already have an escort?" looking at Trowa "He said he's not com." "So it's okay!" before Quatre could explain, Carrot confirmed it right away. "Carrot?! Carrot?!" "Oh no! They're here! Sore JA!" Carrot ran away, opposite the direction of the voices calling him. Four persons stopped in front of Quatre "I'm Misu Chocolate, this is my sister Tira, this is Gateau and he is Marron, Carrot's brother. I warn you, stay away from Carrot. If you don't want to be hurt." Then they ran away from them to follow Carrot who's talking to another woman again. "They're weird." Quatre blinked. "Trowa.he asked me to be his date.I can't wait!" Quatre was giggling and almost wiggle Trowa. "Be careful of him." Trowa continued walking away from Quatre. "You too?" "Just be careful of him." While walking home, Quatre can't stop talking and thinking about the dance. "Bye." Trowa's monotone voice bid farewell. "HUH?" shocked at what Trowa had just said.why is he bidding farewell? "You're already in front of you're house." Trowa pointed at the house at the back of Quatre. Quatre looked back. "You're right. Why don't you come inside?" "Got work to do." Trowa continued walking down the street leaving Quatre in front of his house.
The next day. Quatre was fixing himself. He didn't even noticed that time moves faster than he think it is. "I got to go." On the way, he passed by Trowa's house. "Maybe I could convince him for the last time." Quatre knocked on the door, Trowa immediately opened it. "Quatre? Aren't you going to the dance? Come in." "I'm already on my way there. I just dropped by to convince you even if for the last minute." "I already told you. I'm not going." "Why not?" "You already have someone to go with so I don't have anymore reason to go." "Is that so?" "I think you should be going now, you don't want to be late, do you?" "I guess so.but are you sure you're not coming? Fine by me. Bye." Quatre turned his back and walked towards the door. "Quatre, the weather isn't good today, don't get yourself wet." "It's not raining." "Just take care of yourself.and be careful of Carrot." "Hai.hai." And he left Trowa's place. Quatre was walking on the street, he looked up. "Trowa said, don't get myself wet.but is it going to rain? We have been together for so long, since Duo left, but still.I still can't understand him sometimes. He doesn't talk too much.opposite of my ever best friend.Duo, how are you going to confront this kind of situation? Where are you? You don't even write for almost a year now. *sigh*.but." Quatre was stopped from his thoughts when he heard some rumbling of leaves. He looked, but there was no one. Lighting ripped off from the sky, and then followed by a roar of thunder. He then saw two silhouettes of bodies under the tree. Another lightning draw its line, giving off enough brightness to see the faces of the two shadows. Seeing Carrot, the one person who asked him to be his date tonight. Quatre smiled a little at first and planned to walk there, but the person next to him was a woman! This woman wasn't Tira or Choco, who introduced themselves right after Carrot asked him to be his date on the dance night, but no. It was somebody else. He then thought to himself that there is nothing wrong when a man talk to each other, so Quatre continued to walk going to Carrot's direction. But Carrot made a move. He leaned forward, trapping the lady in his arms. Quatre froze in his position. Having second thoughts for continuing to walk towards the two. The thunder finally came roaring like a fierce lion, after the lighting had again ripped of the skies. Raindrops are starting to drop, one by one, little by little. Each second increases the number of drops falling from the crying clouds. Carrot tightened his arms around the woman's waist, holding her to him. He leaned down his head and whispered something in her ear. The lady looked up straight to him and Carrot locked the lady's lips with a kiss. Quatre was so shocked. He stepped backwards; he doesn't want to let those two people know that he was watching them. He runs as fast as he could, take the path that he has used. He doesn't know where his feet are taking him but he sure knows that he is taking the right way. At the same time, Trowa was making coffee out of coffee beans. There was a knock at the door, a knock that is like a cat scratched the wood of the door that can only be heard by sensitive ears, but he sure wants to see what the cat wants. He left the kitchen, and walked to the door. There, Quatre stood, his color was paler and he was gasping for air. "What happened to you?" concerned could be felt by the tone of Trowa's voice "TROWA! I should have listened to you." "About the rain? I told you not to get yourself wet and now look at you, you're dripping wet." "Chigai! It's not about that." "Then what is it?" "I.It's.a.a.bout." Quatre couldn't say it, tears draw lines down he's cheek and he sobs continuously. "Shhh.calm down. You don't have to tell me if you couldn't say it." Trowa wiped off Quatre's tears falling from his eyes, tracing down his cheeks but then, Quatre suddenly fainted dependently on Trowa's arms. "Quatre? Daijobu ka?" Trowa lifted Quatre and laid him down on the couch next to the door. "Wait here." Trowa went up and down the staircase, back and forth the kitchen. Trowa came back bringing with him some towels, his clothes and a basin full of warm water. He laid it all at the table next to Quatre. He held the dry towel and wiped off the droplets of water clinging on to Quatre's body and hair. He works silently but then. "He must change his clothes, it's all soaked up. I can do something about the upper part but.how about the other part? .the lower one?" He tried opening the buttons of Quatre's blouse but. he just couldn't do it. He stared at Quatre's body thinking of how he could change Quatre's dripping clothes [4]. Luckily enough, Quatre has regained consciousness, he opened his eyes. "Trowa, why are you staring at me like that?" "I was trying to change your clothes." "Change my clothes?" Quatre looked at himself. "I feel.heavy." "You shouldn't move too much. You have a fever. You must change those clothes of yours before your fever climbs up. I'll help you change." "No, no, I can do it myself." "Well then, here's a dry towel and these are my clothes. You can use them for now." Trowa stood up and turned to his back. "Where are you going?" "At the kitchen to get you something to eat and for you to be alone." "Thank you." "If you need some help just call me." "Okay." Trowa walked towards the kitchen. Quatre gripped on to the towel for a second then moved. Quatre started unbuttoning his shirt and wring the excess water that has soaked his clothes onto the basin, grabbed the towel and wiped the water that's clinging onto his body. Then picked up the clothes Trowa lend him. While Quatre was doing this, Trowa was in the kitchen. While he was boiling the soup, he's slicing apples, peeling oranges and arranging it on a plate. He then poured the soup on a bowl and arranged it on a tray together with the plate of fruits and a glass of cold water. "Trowa?" Quatre peeked in. His soft voice reached Trowa's ears. "What is it, Quatre?" "Is there something that I can help you?" Quatre walked towards Trowa but he fell. Trowa caught him in his arms before he could slam on the floor. "Why are you walking? You shouldn't tire yourself." "No. I'm alright; I just walked here to tell you that I'm going home. Thank you for lending me your clothes, I'll return them to you when it's already clean." Quatre looked up to Trowa, giving off a faint smile. "I won't let you." "You won't let me?" "You're fever is still high. It might get even worse if you go home now, besides the weather still isn't good." "Then what shall I do?" "Stay here for the night. You may use my bed upstairs." "No it's your bed, use it. Maybe I'll just stay at the living room; I can sleep on the couch." "Don't lie to me. Use my bed." Trowa lifted Quatre to avoid further refusals. Carrying him on his arms and walked upstairs going to the room. "Why are you insisting me to use your bed?" "I know that you don't sleep on couches. You are not used in that kind of life." "That's not the answer I'm looking for! Why do you care for me so much?" Quatre griped onto Trowa's shirt, hoping that Trowa would answer back. Trowa laid Quatre on the bed and turned back again. "You know how I feel for you." Quatre sat up. "How you feel for me? I don't understand what you're saying to me." "If you always think that way, your mind will forever remain blocked. Think about it." With these words, Trowa stepped out of the room and left Quatre sited on the bed, deeply drowned in thoughts. "My mind will remain blocked? What does he mean by his words? He always makes me confuse about things." Quatre stared at the door, where Trowa had gone. "How do I feel about Trowa anyway?" Quatre was still deeply in thoughts, thinking of the answer he might get. Trowa came back with the tray of food he had prepared for Quatre earlier. He placed it on top of the table beside the bed. Trowa sat beside Quatre. "Here, you must first eat before taking the medicine and taking a rest." Trowa held the bowl of hot soup on his hands and helped Quatre to eat. While Trowa was feeding him, Quatre was staring at Trowa, searching his mind. How does he feel about Trowa? Quatre's heart began to pound faster as he stares at Trowa's eyes. /'Why? Why is it that my heartbeat pounds fast and even faster every second I stare at him, why?'/ Quatre's asking his mind over and over. "Drink this. It will make your fever drop." Trowa reached Quatre the medicine and a glass of water. Quatre drank it without hesitation and passed back the glass to Trowa. Trowa then grabbed it and laid it on top of the tray. Then Quatre started. "I should have listened to you in the first place. I saw him with another girl.and he kissed her! He shouldn't have asked me out to be his date if he's going for another girl. Is this why you're warning me? I was so stupid for falling for him and not listening to you. I was.I was." Quatre again can't continue in what he was saying. Tears again successfully flowed from his eyes. "I thought I told you not to tell it if you can't bear the pain that you're feeling every time you speak about it. Calm down. We can talk about it sometime, when you're already ready to talk about it and if it doesn't hurt you anymore and when that time comes, I assure you that I will listen." Trowa tried to soothe Quatre's feelings but that's all he could do to calm Quatre. He stood up. "Go get some rest. You really need it." "How about you? Where will you sleep?" Quatre tried to stand up but he's too weak to do so. "Who told you that I'm going to sleep?" Before Quatre could do any more protest, Trowa already left. /'I feel dizzy. Maybe it's somewhat one of the effects of the medicine Trowa gave me.'/ After feeling the effects of the medicine, Quatre couldn't help it and decided to sleep. Trowa came back inside the room bringing with him a basin of warm water and a towel. He walked beside Quatre and placed the basin on top of the table near the bed. He dipped the towel and wrings the excess water and damped it on Quatre's face. /'You are so innocent in nature; you don't deserve to be hurt this way. Your angelic face indicates your heart, so pure of love, hope, kindness, sincerity and cheerfulness that of a child. That man doesn't deserve you! You don't deserve to be fooled by him. No one does and no one will ever deserve to fool you.'/ Trowa brushed Quatre's hair with his fingers. "Where did he found the guts to make you cry? You were exposed to the reality and cruelty of life earlier than you and I have expected." As if responding to what Trowa was saying to him, Quatre's angelic face moved, maybe to be more comfortable in his position. But then Quatre mutter the name 'Trowa'. Trowa in his part, smiled. Hearing his name came out from the lips of Quatre in the middle of his sleep, is enough to bring a smile on his face. "Don't worry, Quatre. I'm just here beside you. I promise that I will protect you. I will not allow another person show you how it feels like to be hurt. I promise." Trowa continued caring for Quatre. He never left Quatre's side all night. Doing the unforgotten method of curing people with the ever sickness fever. Quatre wakes in the morning. The sun's rays penetrating through the window's glass, inside the room, pricking to the eyes of Quatre. He slowly opened his eyes and roams it inside the room. He first looked at the ceiling, the walls, the window, onto his sides, beside the bed and onto the floor. Noticing and remembering that it wasn't his room but Trowa's, he then searched for Trowa. But unfortunately he was alone inside the room and no traces of Trowa even his shadow or whatsoever. He heard footsteps coming from the staircase going nearer the room. Quatre fixed his gaze at the door. The doorknob slowly turned and the door silently opened, revealing Trowa, carrying with him another tray of food. "Did you have a good sleep? I brought in breakfast, in case that you're hungry." Trowa entered, walking towards Quatre, settling the food tray near the bed. "I feel much better now. Where did you slept?" "I didn't sleep." "You didn't? Why?" "I'm taking care of you, of course. Now eat your breakfast. You need energy." Trowa passed Quatre the breakfast he has made for him. ".I have already called your house and I told them that you're here. And I also told them that I'm going to bring you home but they insisted that they're going to pick you up." "Didn't you take even a short nap? Don't you even feel sleepy? Aren't you going to take a rest?" "Today's the start of our two weeks vacation. We have a lot of time to rest and I don't have much to do so it's okay for me not to sleep even for awhile." Before Quatre could ask again, the doorbell rang. Trowa stood up and left Quatre, finishing his breakfast. Trowa opened the door, seeing Quatre's servants. "We're here to pick Master Quatre up." One of the persons standing by the door said. "He's upstairs, presently finishing his breakfast. Come in." Trowa showed Quatre's servants the way to his room. Trowa opened the door, where Quatre sitting on the bed, already finished his breakfast. Quatre looked at the door the moment it opened. "Oh, Rashid! You're here to pick me up?" "Yes, Master Quatre. You're father wants to see you immediately, he was so worried about you, Master." "Oh. Is that so?" Quatre looked down. The smile on his face slightly faded. Trowa seem to notice this and laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. Quatre in return, looked up and managed to give off a tiny smile. Quatre would want to stay a little bit longer, but Rashid insisted that they must go home. Quatre couldn't do anything but agree. The moment they left, Trowa was alone in his house.
Days passed by. And in two days, they would have to get back to school. Quatre was already forgetting the incident with Carrot, regaining his cheerfulness. He was always with Trowa, spending their vacation together. Rashid almost blow his head, whenever Quatre was gone, for Quatre wouldn't even tell where he and Trowa are going and if ever Rashid can't find him, he wouldn't go back home. Poor Rashid, he must take all of the anger Quatre's father is throwing. One day, while having a picnic at the park, Quatre and Trowa caught sight of Carrot. Trowa could feel his heart jump in anger, clenching his hands; his mind was being conquered by blackness. Trowa stood up, going to the direction where Carrot is standing. Quatre followed his gaze onto Trowa, when he realizes where Trowa is heading, he tried to stop Trowa but he wasn't heard. Trowa run towards Carrot, slamming a fist onto Carrot's face, who stumbled, rolling recklessly on the grass. When Trowa's going to throw another slam, Quatre suddenly appeared in between; blocking Trowa's way and protecting the one slumped on the grass. "Trowa, stop this insanity!" "You call this insanity? Why would you protect someone who tried.no who have hurt you so badly?" Trowa tried to wave Quatre away but Quatre wasn't bulging from his place. "Get out of the way Quatre." "NO!" "Quatre, get out of the way. Don't try to." "Trowa stop!" Quatre's scream reached Trowa's mind and he started to become calm. Quatre turned to the one slumped on the grass and tried to help him. Trowa turned to his back and started to run away from Quatre and back to his house. Quatre saw Trowa running and immediately followed him. "Trowa, what's happening to you? The Trowa I saw earlier is not the Trowa I once knew." Quatre run after Trowa who is already inside his house. "You are right. I am not the Trowa you once knew earlier." "You've.change. What made you to." ".to change?" Trowa helped Quatre to finish. "Quatre, how could you be so protective over him while he's the one who made you cry that night? Why would you want him to be unharmed?" "Trowa, don't put yourself into trouble just because of me. And ones more you are not the one who has been harmed.I am the one Trowa not you!" "Not me? How can you say that? I also have been affected.I also have been inflicted by the harm that he has given you! It comes to me twice from what harm you have felt towards that incident! Do you know that Quatre? NO! You don't know anything about that!" "Then why has it to affect you that much?" "You don't want to know." "I want to know for you to stop this madness!" Quatre shouted at the top of his lungs, all his guts have been poured into that one shout. The feeling of anger can already be felt. "Do you think loving you is madness?!" "I've been thinking of what you have said to me that night about.what did you say?" "Do you think that would be madness?" "No, no, no. I would want to hear the exact words." /'oh my! I shouldn't have shouted that! Now I have given him a hint that I love him. What if he walks away if I say it again?'/ "Do you think rabing you is madness?" "Trowa, can you please say it clear. Don't twist my mind." /'here goes.'/ "Do you think.l.lo.living you is madness?" /'There! I blew it already!'/ /'oh my god! This cannot be happening. This cannot be happening. What am I thinking? There is no special thing on that! He just protects me as a friend that's all!'/ "Did you say loving?" /'now he's thinking of walking away!'/ "Y.yeah." "As a friend?" /'what?! How did I spit that word out?'/ "." /'now he's really walking away'/ "Trowa! Will you please stop twisting my mind! I'm already having a headache when I'm going with you! Please be straight even for once, Trowa! My god!" "." /'I better remain shut. He's going to walk away if I clear that sentence out'/ "Trowa!" "." "Trowa! I don't want to do all the talking here! What are you being afraid of?" "." "Trowa! First you hit Carrot down. Second you're twisting my mind. Third you won't answer my questions." "I hit Carrot because he gave you such harm!" "Then why does it affect you so much?! Were going back and around here, Trowa! So better spit it out!" "I LOVE YOU, Quatre!" Trowa confessed! He shouted it out at the top of his voice immediately! The silent Trowa actually shouted! And what's more he confessed his love for Quatre! "If that is just you're problem! That is also my problem because I also love.what did you say again? Did I hear myself right this time?" Quatre also shouted in return but becomes minimized as he ended his sentence. "Complete you're sentence first." "I'm the one who asked first." "Then I'm throwing you back your question." "Tro." Quatre has been cut when Trowa grabbed his hand; the other hand wrapped around Quatre's waist, pulling him close and even closer until the gap between their bodies is gone sealing Quatre's lips with his own lips. It took a while before they parted. Trowa lightly placed a finger on top of Quatre's lips, looking at him lovingly. "I said I love you. Now don't make me repeat myself that loud the first time I told you cause the neighbors may come barging in right at my door together with the police for having such riot inside my house okay." Quatre nodded and Trowa released his finger slowly but the other arm is still wrapped around Quatre's waist. "Trowa." Quatre looked at Trowa's eyes; he could see both eyes despite the bangs that hide the other. "I'm sorry for the kiss" Trowa could be seen blushing. "Hmm." Quatre shook his head cuddling closer into Trowa's embrace. "I also love you." Their position didn't take long. The door suddenly flew, brutally open, revealing Quatre's father together with Rashid standing behind the furious man. "What's the meaning of this?" the former demanded an explanation. Seeing his son, Quatre, wrapped inside Trowa's protective arms. "I won't allow this! Quatre, we'll go home this instant!" walking towards the two lovers and pulling an arm of Quatre. But Quatre just tightened his grip onto Trowa and won't bulge. "No!" came the refusing answer "I won't!" "Let go of my son, you." the right word won't enter his mind, won't slip from his mouth "He is a wealthy heir of our family and you're not the right kind for him! You're so low compared to his status in the society." "I'm sorry, sir. but despite your criticism over me, I still love you're son. I truly love, Quatre." Quatre looked up to his lover. Trowa had just said his feelings for him, straight to his father, with no second thoughts and without any doubt. They had just clearly known what the other feels for the other and already making up and this! Comes his father and rejects their love for one another. When he's already being overwhelmed by Trowa's warmth around his body, come barging in his father. "What will you give my son.suffering?" "You are the one who's giving me sufferings, father! You were not much of a father to me. I was always with the servants, thinking they were more of a family to me. I follow you're will, what you want of me to become and I also did my best to be in line with you're standards as heir to our family but you don't pay attention to it. You don't even seem to recognize. You don't even know me father! And I also think that you don't even care what ever would happen to me. For once, father.let me.make.my own.decision.and just.be.happy .for.me." Quatre successfully finished what he wanted to say; despite the continuous sobs he's making. Tears flowed from his eyes. He cuddled closer to Trowa, burying his face deeper into the taunt chest of the body next to him and holding onto Trowa's body, tightly, as if he's strength depends on him and his body would fall the minute he release himself from his tight grip. Quatre's father seems to freeze at his son's words. Seeming to realize that what his son had just said is true. His expression slowly changes, from furious to calm. Slowly, he stretched a hand, reaching for his son, laying it gently on Quatre's shoulders. "I'm sorry, Quatre. I was too busy that I didn't know that what I am making you do isn't making you any happy. I failed as a father to you; I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities. Quatre, I'm sorry. I thought it would be the best to do, what's best for you, but I was wrong.really wrong! Would you forgive me?" "I do forgive you father, I have already forgiven you a long time. I love you so much, father." Releasing his arms from Trowa and throwing himself to his father, backing a little from the force. His father in return embraced him tight, both crying in each others arms. "I love you so much, my son." Trowa just stood there, in front of the father and son couple. The father seems to notice and stepped back, just to see his son's face. "Is this what you really wanted?" then looks at Trowa. Quatre turned his head to see his beloved and nodded. "Yes, father. I love him." Then Quatre's father asked Trowa. "Do you really love my son?" "Yes, sir." Out the short answer from the one being addressed. "Well then, maybe I have no choice. Make sure that he would be happy under your protection." Sighed Quatre's father and smiled down at his son. "Father, you mean." Quatre's startled, happy voice rang. He looked down. "Yes, if that would really make you happy." Then he looked at Trowa again. "When could we talk about the preparations? I'll be the one in charge of all the expenses so you don't have to worry." Tapping Trowa's shoulders lightly. "I congratulate you, now, for being the one to capture my son's heart." Trowa smiled and said a 'thank you' silently. Quatre griped his hands even tighter around his father and also thanked his father. The feeling of joy that Quatre and Trowa are now feeling cannot be expressed in mere words anymore. Just the looks they have on their faces are enough proof that they really were happy.
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"You're fortunate enough to see your true love in him." Duo's voice cleared. The jealousy in his eyes is shown. "Why didn't he show up on that day?" it is a question but it seems like it's not for Quatre. "I think it's better if you would ask him personally that question." Quatre knows what Duo is talking about. ".but you do know why, am I right, Quatre?" "Yes, but its more proper if the answer comes out from him." "I can't ask him." Was Duo's retorted answer; no trust can be felt in his tone. ".after all this years, it has been more than ten years, Quatre. Why bother ask a little, silly question." "You can do it. If you really want to know, you would do anything just to know the answer to your question, right?" "Maybe it's not necessary to know the answer; some questions are remained unanswered, anyway." "What if he holds the answer." Quatre doesn't really prefer it as a question. "What if not! He's getting married and it's going to be in two weeks! There is no way I could stop it." "Do you really think that way?" "What can I do? He doesn't fell anything for me. I just hope that he would be happy together with his.wife" "Duo, it doesn't hurt to try." "But the answer might be!" Duo replied immediately. "The reason why I pulled you out of there is because." ".you know that it will hurt me, right?" Duo finished off Quatre's sentence. "Hey, you're still my best friend right? And I still know what you feel." Then Quatre sighed "When you loved somebody, you know the consequences right?" Duo nodded, and then Quatre continued. "There are two ways; the way to happiness and the other one is painful, and I don't want to see you in pain because you're my friend but even if you're going to be hurt, the most important thing is you experience to love." "Thank you for pulling me out there. I don't think that I can handle it now." "When you love somebody, prepare yourself to be hurt no matter how painful it is." "Quatre, I really don't know what to do." "Ask him. Follow what your heart is saying; what it wants to do." Quatre moved closer to Duo so he could embrace his friend, thinking that it would help Duo even in the tiniest way he could think of. "You can ask him that question when the two of you are alone, together; maybe when the two of you go home. It's a good chance." Quatre sympathize with his long braided friend, recalling the memory of their childhood, together. "I also think so. Maybe I should do it later." Duo moved closer to Quatre's comforting embrace. Then the servant again came. "Master Quatre, lunch has been served." Quatre looked at his servant, signaling a dismiss nod and looked back to Duo to tell the news but before Quatre could do that, Duo's sense of food activated. "FOOD?! Did I just hear lunch?" Popping his head up like no worries had just passed, wearing his usual grin. "Nice food call, stopping any dramatic scene that includes Duo." Quatre sighed with a smile. Duo stood up and run towards the house, running through the hall like a five year old kid, sniffing the aroma from right to left, from door to door of the rooms he passes by. Quatre walked next to him, glad to see his friend's smile back on his face again. Duo suddenly stopped in the middle of a split road, looking from left to right, sniffing the scent like a dog. "Ah, Quatre." Duo spoke. "Nani?" "Where is the food served?" ".at the dining table." "I know that! But where IS the dining room?!" Duo pouted; confused whether he would take the left way or the right one. Quatre chuckled at Duo's back. "Hey! What's so funny?" Quatre couldn't answer as he burst out of laughter. "Hey.I'm asking a question here, mind if you answer? You're actually insulting me!" Duo's getting irritated of Quatre, who's not answering him and just laughs at his place. "I'm sorry, Duo. I thought.I thought you knew the way." Quatre at last spoke, calming himself from laughing but still spoke between chuckles. "You know that I'm only new in this house. This isn't your old house which I loiter around and wouldn't be lost even if you blindfold my eyes." Duo complains, tapping the head of the blonde. "Hey, Quatre are you listening to me? Are you still in your perfect mind?" Duo knocks at Quatre's head and shouts at his ear. "Yes, I'm still here, and you don't need to worry about bringing me in a retarded hospital. The reason why I thought that you knew the way is because you seemed so sure and confident about yourself and the very thing is that you are also on the right track." "I'm on the right track? And let me tell you the reason why I halted is because I couldn't follow the smell anymore. This way and that, both have the smell of food." "Turn right. The left is where the kitchen is." Point a finger in each direction while mentioning the way. Duo came back to the state of his food cravings. "It's the right way then." And he resumed his running until he reached a double door room which where he thinks the aroma of food comes from. "This is the room ne, Quatre?" Quatre nodded beside him. Quatre pushed the door slowly, seeing Trowa, Heero and Wufei sited beside the long table, filled with mouth watering food, if that's how Duo describes it. "We have a good chef here, you know." Referring to Duo. Duo's eyes were sparkling and his mouth was widely open with a falls of water rushing out. "Does this really break into you?" Duo didn't notice that Quatre was talking to him because his attention was drawn to the row of foods arranged at the table. "Oh well. You better catch that water up, before you dehydrate yourself." Dragging Duo to the table then got an idea and Quatre whispers something in Duo's ear "Sit beside Heero and ask him." Quatre insisted. "I'll do that when we go home." Duo replied still being dragged by Quatre and still drooling all over the food. Trowa was seated at the end of the table, at his left seated Heero, one seat apart from Wufei. Quatre pulled the chair between Heero and Wufei and pushed Duo to sit on the soft cushioned chair while he took the seat next to Trowa, at his right. At first Duo was reluctant to seat between Heero and Wufei but was insisted to sit. Duo was fidgeting with the end of his braid and was stopped when one of Quatre's servants appeared at the door with Relena at his back, announcing her arrival. "Aa.Relena. We were just about to start our lunch. Would you like to join us?" was Trowa's warm welcome. Quatre looked at Duo, don't know what he feels, maybe bothered that Duo may not have the chance to talk to Heero privately now that Relena's here. "Have a seat." Quatre then stood, pulling the chair next to him. "Thank you." Relena walked and looked at Duo before settling down on the said chair. "Oh Relena, this is Duo, our childhood friend." Quatre started, noticing that Relena was looking at Duo, pointing a hand towards Duo's direction. Relena seems to be startled by the time the name Duo reached her ears and reluctantly nodded when Quatre was finished talking. During the whole meal, it wasn't that noticeable aside from Relena that Heero seems to be annoyed with Wufei, serving Duo, which exactly what was in Heero's mind. When he was going to ask if Duo would like to have some Fettuccini, Wufei had already placed a stack of it at Duo's plate, this happened again and again until he decided to drop the idea. The whole meal seems to be quiet despite of the sounds made by the tapping of utensils on the plate.
[4]- come on Trowa! What's happening with you? It's not that hard to change clothes.umm.is it?
Author's notes: I used the characters of Bakuretsu Hunters in Trowa and Quatre's past cause I need someone who is running after someone and from what I have watched; Carrot is always running after someone even if it's the first time he saw her and was being chased by his comrades and since they are traveling, they are not staying in a particular place. I don't know much about them and I also definitely don't own them. Just still bear with the fic, okay?