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Author's note: Here it is! My next chapter! Thanks for reviewing Seeress and I hope you all enjoy!
Summertime
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Two
Saturday
The crowd gasped and pointed, some letting out shrieks of terror. All eyes where locked on the lone figure who dared to walk the high wire. A traveling circus had come to their town, and all of the locals had shown up to see the mesmerizing feats of daring the performers acted out.
At the moment, a clown that didn't smile had their complete attention as he went through his routine on the high wire. He stood in the center, calmly walking towards the end before crouching and leaping backwards into the air with a twist, landing on the line in a crouch. He pushed off and launched into the air in a back flip, landing on the wire with his gloved hands before cart wheeling to the end of the wire and onto the small platform. The clown then stood up and bowed to the people below him, half of his face covered by a clown mask, the other half covered by his own bangs.
The spotlight moved way from him amidst cheers of approval from the crowd. As the ringmaster announced the next act, the silent 19-year-old climbed steadily downward. He didn't remember his birthday, so he naturally assumed he was as old as the small group of friends he had.
Once he touched ground, he headed towards the flap in the tent separating the main area and the backstage. Trowa Barton reflected on his thoughts as he disappeared in the shadows of the outside night.
A week had passed since he had received Quatre's invitation to the summerhouse in Miami. Lucky enough, the circus he worked at was on earth and he was able to persuade the ringmaster to head down to Florida. He hadn't seen Quatre in a month, and his heart ached for the soft-hearted blonde. He chuckled to himself. Only a year ago he had rejected such feelings of love, rejected them even more when the boy was the object he craved. So much had changed since New Year's Eve, all for the better. He and Quatre were in love, and neither was afraid to admit it.
The brown-haired teenager headed to his trailer when he heard someone behind him.
"Trowa! Wait up!"
The former pilot of the Heavyarms paused and turned, glancing behind him as he saw his sister jog up with a smile. They both shared dark honey-colored hair, but that was where their similarities ended. She had eyes the color of rich hazel, while his was an emerald jade. Catherine Bloom was always ready with a warm smile and a few kind words, while Trowa rarely smiled and hardly spoke.
Catherine had insisted that he go on the trip when he told her. Quatre was the only one that could break through with Trowa, and the others had seen this many times. The more encounters between the two, the more Trowa would open up. The long-distance relationship was strong, but it could be better.
He waited as Catherine caught up to him, smiling warmly at him. "That was a great performance tonight, Trowa! You were great!"
"…I'm only doing my job…"
"Aww! You deserve more credit than that! No one could have done the things you did."
Trowa grunted and turned away, heading back to the trailer.
"Leaving for Quatre's house, Trowa?"
"Yes."
The former mercenary felt a hand touch his shoulder and turned to face his sister. She was smiling softly, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "Take care, little brother. Be careful out on the road. Spend as much time with Quatre as you can… he's good for you."
Trowa smiled ever so slightly in the semi-darkness. "I can take care of myself."
Catherine bit her lip. "Yeah… I guess…." With that, she turned and headed back to the big-top.
"…Sis?"
The circus performer blinked and turned to look at her brother.
"…Thanks."
Half an hour later, Trowa zipped up his duffel bag. He had packed just enough for the week-long stay. Of course, knowing Quatre, he would most likely end up staying longer than that. And then again, he wouldn't mind.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the audience were just leaving the main tent. The show had ended, and everyone was heading home to his or her loved ones, be they husbands, wives, children, boyfriends, or girlfriends. And soon enough, another person will be with his own loved one.
Trowa strapped his duffel bag onto the back of his motorcycle. He slid one leg over and sat down lightly on the seat as he pulled out his key and turned on the engine. The dark-haired teenager revved it slightly, his emerald gaze sweeping the various instruments, checking, most importantly, his gas levels. As he thought, his tank was full, and he was ready to go.
With a last glance over his shoulder at the circus, his home, he released the break and sped off into the night.
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And now…once again… it's time for…
Dark Chyld Explains It All!
Ah yes, another chapter has come and gone, and all that's needed is my explanations! Since I received only one review ( ;-; ) which didn't have any questions, I'll explain some more things. Now… let's talk about Trowa.
Trowa, unlike Heero, remains his usual anti-social self. The reason being is that his and Quatre's relationship is long-distance, meaning they don't see each other as often as they like. He'll open up more when he's around our favorite blondie, but until then, expect a lot of silence from our friend.
Um…think that's all o.o;. Anyways, if you have a question, please ask! I'll answer it in my next chapter! Sayonara minnas ^-^!
Author's note: Here it is! My next chapter! Thanks for reviewing Seeress and I hope you all enjoy!
Summertime
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Two
Saturday
The crowd gasped and pointed, some letting out shrieks of terror. All eyes where locked on the lone figure who dared to walk the high wire. A traveling circus had come to their town, and all of the locals had shown up to see the mesmerizing feats of daring the performers acted out.
At the moment, a clown that didn't smile had their complete attention as he went through his routine on the high wire. He stood in the center, calmly walking towards the end before crouching and leaping backwards into the air with a twist, landing on the line in a crouch. He pushed off and launched into the air in a back flip, landing on the wire with his gloved hands before cart wheeling to the end of the wire and onto the small platform. The clown then stood up and bowed to the people below him, half of his face covered by a clown mask, the other half covered by his own bangs.
The spotlight moved way from him amidst cheers of approval from the crowd. As the ringmaster announced the next act, the silent 19-year-old climbed steadily downward. He didn't remember his birthday, so he naturally assumed he was as old as the small group of friends he had.
Once he touched ground, he headed towards the flap in the tent separating the main area and the backstage. Trowa Barton reflected on his thoughts as he disappeared in the shadows of the outside night.
A week had passed since he had received Quatre's invitation to the summerhouse in Miami. Lucky enough, the circus he worked at was on earth and he was able to persuade the ringmaster to head down to Florida. He hadn't seen Quatre in a month, and his heart ached for the soft-hearted blonde. He chuckled to himself. Only a year ago he had rejected such feelings of love, rejected them even more when the boy was the object he craved. So much had changed since New Year's Eve, all for the better. He and Quatre were in love, and neither was afraid to admit it.
The brown-haired teenager headed to his trailer when he heard someone behind him.
"Trowa! Wait up!"
The former pilot of the Heavyarms paused and turned, glancing behind him as he saw his sister jog up with a smile. They both shared dark honey-colored hair, but that was where their similarities ended. She had eyes the color of rich hazel, while his was an emerald jade. Catherine Bloom was always ready with a warm smile and a few kind words, while Trowa rarely smiled and hardly spoke.
Catherine had insisted that he go on the trip when he told her. Quatre was the only one that could break through with Trowa, and the others had seen this many times. The more encounters between the two, the more Trowa would open up. The long-distance relationship was strong, but it could be better.
He waited as Catherine caught up to him, smiling warmly at him. "That was a great performance tonight, Trowa! You were great!"
"…I'm only doing my job…"
"Aww! You deserve more credit than that! No one could have done the things you did."
Trowa grunted and turned away, heading back to the trailer.
"Leaving for Quatre's house, Trowa?"
"Yes."
The former mercenary felt a hand touch his shoulder and turned to face his sister. She was smiling softly, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "Take care, little brother. Be careful out on the road. Spend as much time with Quatre as you can… he's good for you."
Trowa smiled ever so slightly in the semi-darkness. "I can take care of myself."
Catherine bit her lip. "Yeah… I guess…." With that, she turned and headed back to the big-top.
"…Sis?"
The circus performer blinked and turned to look at her brother.
"…Thanks."
Half an hour later, Trowa zipped up his duffel bag. He had packed just enough for the week-long stay. Of course, knowing Quatre, he would most likely end up staying longer than that. And then again, he wouldn't mind.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the audience were just leaving the main tent. The show had ended, and everyone was heading home to his or her loved ones, be they husbands, wives, children, boyfriends, or girlfriends. And soon enough, another person will be with his own loved one.
Trowa strapped his duffel bag onto the back of his motorcycle. He slid one leg over and sat down lightly on the seat as he pulled out his key and turned on the engine. The dark-haired teenager revved it slightly, his emerald gaze sweeping the various instruments, checking, most importantly, his gas levels. As he thought, his tank was full, and he was ready to go.
With a last glance over his shoulder at the circus, his home, he released the break and sped off into the night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And now…once again… it's time for…
Dark Chyld Explains It All!
Ah yes, another chapter has come and gone, and all that's needed is my explanations! Since I received only one review ( ;-; ) which didn't have any questions, I'll explain some more things. Now… let's talk about Trowa.
Trowa, unlike Heero, remains his usual anti-social self. The reason being is that his and Quatre's relationship is long-distance, meaning they don't see each other as often as they like. He'll open up more when he's around our favorite blondie, but until then, expect a lot of silence from our friend.
Um…think that's all o.o;. Anyways, if you have a question, please ask! I'll answer it in my next chapter! Sayonara minnas ^-^!