Summary: Songfic to Ani Difranco's "Freakshow." Trowa contemplating. Life in the circus ain't easy… (implied shonen-ai 3+4)
"Freakshow" is a kinda strange, but cool song. If you want to listen to it, you can get the mp3 from my website at http://reyzone.ramen43.com/freakshow.htm
Disclaimer: The G-boys don't belong to me… ::sigh:: I make no money off of this, so please don't sue.
Freakshow
by
ReySolo
life in the circus ain't easy
but the folks on the outside don't know
yeah the tent goes up
and the tent comes down
and all that they see is the show
Trowa stood spread out against the wood, watching unblinking as Catherine prepared to throw another knife. There was no emotion whatsoever showing in his eyes, but he was thinking. About the circus, about the audience. No one out there knew about him. They assumed he was just another clown in the show. Just another guy in silly makeup, standing silently as knives fly by him, performing death-defying leaps... He supposed this job seemed dangerous, but compared to his real work outside the circus, this was child's play.
and the ladies on the horses look so pretty
and the lions are lookin real mad
and some of the clowns are happy
and some of the clowns are sad
But did this make him happy? Sure, he stayed with the circus simply for cover; it was unlikely OZ would think to look for any of those cursed terrorists, the Gundam pilots, in a traveling circus. And he was good at what he did, from being a target for Catherine's knife-throwing, to taking care of the lions, to the acrobatics. But was he truly happy?
but underneath
there's another expression
that the makeup isn't making
life under the big top
it's about freedom
it's about faking
there's an art to the laughter
there's a science
and there's a lot of love
and compliance
The truth was, he enjoyed several aspects of working here. Despite the acts put on for the crowds, the workers here were all honest, hard-working, normal people. He got along with almost everyone here. He especially enjoyed Catherine's company; she was like a sister to him.
welcome to the freakshow
here we go
we
live to hear the slack-jawed gasping
we
live under a halo of held breath
and when the children raise up a giant shield of laughter
it's like they're fending off death
He also did appreciate the actual shows. Knowing that people could enjoy the simple pleasures of watching some acrobats performing some simple leaps and flips, despite the war raging outside… There was just something soothing about that, making him feel as if he was helping without having to go out there and infiltrate an enemy base, or pilot Heavyarms and blow things up.
oh, and we can make something bigger
than any one of us alone
and then the clowns will take off their makeup
and the people will go home
But did he really belong here? With his mask and bright clothing, being cheered on by happy crowds? Was that small effort toward making people happy worth staying here? Was he really needed here?
life on the outside ain't easy
no
sequins, no elephants,
no
parading around
oh, the circus comes
and circus goes
and they're stuck in this f***ing town
A few days later, Trowa stood outside the fairgrounds, bidding Catherine goodbye. She waved hugged him tightly and ordered him to take care of himself, while he once again stood emotionlessly. He had another mission: he was to meet up with Quatre and they would sneak into an OZ base, gather information on some new weapon they were planning, then destroy the facility. They would be quick, efficient, and deadly.
you need a lotta
love and compliance
you need a lotta
When he reached the designated meeting place, Quatre raced up to him, pulling him into a hug. The blond Arab grinned widely, telling him how he'd been deeply missed, before the two began to discuss the specifics of the mission.
Despite the ugliness of the war and death surrounding them, Trowa realized that this was where he belonged. Here, with Quatre. His love.
welcome to the freakshow
here we go
love…
~owari~
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