"A denial," said the heart. "Agreed," said the soul.
It took him three hours and five minutes, mounds of dust, and a key to the attic, but he finally found it. It really *was* a beautiful vase ... crystal with barely noticeable hand detailing of intricate, carefully placed designs. Quatre had said that it was Arab made ... that he'd found it in one of those cliché little markets. Then he paused, as if remembering something. Whatever he had been remembering was obviously paining him, by the look of mourn on his face, so Wufei backed off slowly, heading back to his room. One he was there, he carefully placed the rose in the vase and ran to the bathroom to put some water in there. 'This rose can *not* die. It's my last hope for love with Meiran!' He put the vase down on this bedside table next to his alarm clock. When he backed up to see how the rose looked there on the table, he fell over.
"Shit!" he yelled, rubbing his back where it felt like someone had kicked him. Turning around, an opaque Meiran was standing there, looking slightly pissed off.
"Wufei, know that I'm *always* watching and listening to you. I heard that comment you thought a second ago, and listen to me," She knelt down and lifted his chin so that his face was level with hers, "You *need* to move on. I saw that between you and Quatre today. Just go with your gut feeling - everything will turn out ok in the end. But the only way for there to even *be* an end of it all is if you move on with your life!" She gave him a hug and stood up, "I'll see you again soon, I'm sure." Then she faded away.
"Whoa, Wu-man, what was big "bump!" I heard a minute ago?" There was Duo, standing there with a half amused, half worried look on his face.
"I ... just lost my balance ..." Wufei said slowly, so as to not blurt anything out that he wouldn't want the whole household, including servants, to know.
"Oh. Well, you'd better find it again quick, cause Quatre told me to come get you because *he* found something that he thought you should see."
"What did he find?" This interested Wufei immensely - nothing was ever just *found* in the house. He searched his friend's eyes to see if he were hiding something, but the boy saw nothing. Dusting himself off, he stood up and followed Duo down the hall, which he was already half way down. He turned the corner around the stairs and followed Duo's footsteps to "his" room. Inside, there was a puzzled looking Quatre holding something small in his hands.
"Quatre ...? What do you have in your hands?" The blonde, as though sucked from another world, flicked his head up and gave Wufei a quizzical look.
"I found this," He said quietly, almost in a whisper, and extended his arms. In his hands was what looked like a hand crafted glass rose, perfectly clear. No bubbles in it what so ever. The puzzling thing was that the stem and leaves *couldn't* have been glass by the way they looked - they were too ... solid. Motioning for Wufei to take it, he gave a thoughtful glance to the Chinese boy's face, which was obviously amazed by the creation. He took it in his hands, only holding very gently and eyeing it with a reminiscent look on his face.
"Is it glass?" The boy slowly moved his head upwards to look Quatre in the face.
"See for yourself. Don't worry, it won't break as long as you're gentle with it." 'He looks like a little boy like that - amazed at everything. He's so cute ... so vulnerable.'
"Wow ..." Wufei's voice brought Quatre back to Earth.
"Hm?" Quatre mumbled, looking directly at Wufei, who looked utterly amazed.
"The rose ... it's ... *real*!" Wufei whispered, looking up at Quatre with wide eyes. 'What's up with him today? He looks ... *dreamy* ... and he's not even looking at Trowa...'
"Yes, it is. It was just laying in the center of your training mat. It's not as though anyone could have gotten into this house unnoticed. Know where it came from, ''Fei?"
"No," he said slowly, "I have no idea where it came from, Quatre." 'Hm ... I wonder'. He may have claimed ignorance, but somewhere in the back of his head he heard a familiar feminine giggle. He looked up at his friend, who, strangely, was still staring at him with that dreamy look on his face.
"Keep it," Quatre said softly, more softly than usual, "I have no use for it." As anyone knows, people often speak to each other in hidden meanings. A depressed person might say 'go away' but means 'hold me'. By saying 'I have no use for it' he meant 'take it ... because you can't take me.'
"Thank you, Quatre. It's so ... beautiful." He walked the few steps that separated them and hugged his friend tightly, careful not to squish the flower. Then he walked out of the room, a little more bounce in his step than usual.
"What's wrong with me?" Quatre asked himself once the other boy was far out of the room, "I love Trowa, damn it, *Trowa*!" He threw himself to the ground and let a few tears drip out of his eyes, and as though a dam broke that was holding the salty drops of feeling back in his normally bright eyes, a rive of tears began to flow out of his orbs. He simply sat there, like a child lost in the grocery store who can't find his mother. Slowly, he stopped himself from crying, and sat up. He pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket and wiped his face dry. 'No one needs to know,' he though to himself as he strode out of the room.
When he saw Trowa sitting on the couch, reading, in the living room, he tried to sneak past and up to him room. Conveniently, Trowa chose the moment he made it half way in the room to look up from his book. Smiling, he stood up and walked over to his boyfriend. He intertwined his fingers around the blonde's and gazed into the blonde's blue eyes. As though he'd seen something that he wish he hadn't of, he suddenly dropped Quatre's hand and walked up stairs, a very disappointed look on his face. He slammed the door to his room, sending out a message to both Quatre and the other pilots. Sure, the pilots knew he was angry about something, but Quatre's message was more complex than that. It quite clearly read - 'What have I done?'
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Ah, another day another dollar, err, *chapter*. I know these chapters are short, but you know what? I suck at writing long chapters, so you'll just have to live with it if you want this story to stay at least kind of decent. I'm sorry that this story is going nowhere, but I promise (and I *never* make promises) that it will progress in the next chapter!
Anyway, here are my thank you's for this chapter: Chang Meiling (thank you, for, like, the *billionth* time), Mara Jade (you don't quite reading, do you? Heh, thanks!), Gundam Ckic 2003 (Woo! Thanks for reviewing, Jazz! Keep reading! And keep showing me GW Pix on the bus .. it wakes a girl up after a long day of torture at school!), Lacey-Koi (Yes, you got a chapter ^_^!), and Tarnished Oversoul (Wow, it's been a while. Thanks for the suggestion on that story title - I'll probably stick with it's other title of "It's Too Bad").
Thank a million and one, you guys! You help a lot, what with all your positive reviews and all! Even if Lisa (you *know* who you are) hasn't reviewed yet...
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Oh yes. Look, if you people *really* want me to update, you'll help me out here . I *need* a beta reader for my fic and, maybe, a short story or two. PLEASE! Pay your best friend, get me the pope, do it yourself, hell - get me Kurt Vonnegut - I don't mind. I just need one, what with school and my life and all. Just email me and I'll *gladly* give you the job. Please!
Ok ... enough of my gravelling. Remember, my email is *always* opened to suggestions and comments - so write me anytime at greyrainbow3@hotmail.com Until next update -MourningMorte (formerly MorningStar)
It took him three hours and five minutes, mounds of dust, and a key to the attic, but he finally found it. It really *was* a beautiful vase ... crystal with barely noticeable hand detailing of intricate, carefully placed designs. Quatre had said that it was Arab made ... that he'd found it in one of those cliché little markets. Then he paused, as if remembering something. Whatever he had been remembering was obviously paining him, by the look of mourn on his face, so Wufei backed off slowly, heading back to his room. One he was there, he carefully placed the rose in the vase and ran to the bathroom to put some water in there. 'This rose can *not* die. It's my last hope for love with Meiran!' He put the vase down on this bedside table next to his alarm clock. When he backed up to see how the rose looked there on the table, he fell over.
"Shit!" he yelled, rubbing his back where it felt like someone had kicked him. Turning around, an opaque Meiran was standing there, looking slightly pissed off.
"Wufei, know that I'm *always* watching and listening to you. I heard that comment you thought a second ago, and listen to me," She knelt down and lifted his chin so that his face was level with hers, "You *need* to move on. I saw that between you and Quatre today. Just go with your gut feeling - everything will turn out ok in the end. But the only way for there to even *be* an end of it all is if you move on with your life!" She gave him a hug and stood up, "I'll see you again soon, I'm sure." Then she faded away.
"Whoa, Wu-man, what was big "bump!" I heard a minute ago?" There was Duo, standing there with a half amused, half worried look on his face.
"I ... just lost my balance ..." Wufei said slowly, so as to not blurt anything out that he wouldn't want the whole household, including servants, to know.
"Oh. Well, you'd better find it again quick, cause Quatre told me to come get you because *he* found something that he thought you should see."
"What did he find?" This interested Wufei immensely - nothing was ever just *found* in the house. He searched his friend's eyes to see if he were hiding something, but the boy saw nothing. Dusting himself off, he stood up and followed Duo down the hall, which he was already half way down. He turned the corner around the stairs and followed Duo's footsteps to "his" room. Inside, there was a puzzled looking Quatre holding something small in his hands.
"Quatre ...? What do you have in your hands?" The blonde, as though sucked from another world, flicked his head up and gave Wufei a quizzical look.
"I found this," He said quietly, almost in a whisper, and extended his arms. In his hands was what looked like a hand crafted glass rose, perfectly clear. No bubbles in it what so ever. The puzzling thing was that the stem and leaves *couldn't* have been glass by the way they looked - they were too ... solid. Motioning for Wufei to take it, he gave a thoughtful glance to the Chinese boy's face, which was obviously amazed by the creation. He took it in his hands, only holding very gently and eyeing it with a reminiscent look on his face.
"Is it glass?" The boy slowly moved his head upwards to look Quatre in the face.
"See for yourself. Don't worry, it won't break as long as you're gentle with it." 'He looks like a little boy like that - amazed at everything. He's so cute ... so vulnerable.'
"Wow ..." Wufei's voice brought Quatre back to Earth.
"Hm?" Quatre mumbled, looking directly at Wufei, who looked utterly amazed.
"The rose ... it's ... *real*!" Wufei whispered, looking up at Quatre with wide eyes. 'What's up with him today? He looks ... *dreamy* ... and he's not even looking at Trowa...'
"Yes, it is. It was just laying in the center of your training mat. It's not as though anyone could have gotten into this house unnoticed. Know where it came from, ''Fei?"
"No," he said slowly, "I have no idea where it came from, Quatre." 'Hm ... I wonder'. He may have claimed ignorance, but somewhere in the back of his head he heard a familiar feminine giggle. He looked up at his friend, who, strangely, was still staring at him with that dreamy look on his face.
"Keep it," Quatre said softly, more softly than usual, "I have no use for it." As anyone knows, people often speak to each other in hidden meanings. A depressed person might say 'go away' but means 'hold me'. By saying 'I have no use for it' he meant 'take it ... because you can't take me.'
"Thank you, Quatre. It's so ... beautiful." He walked the few steps that separated them and hugged his friend tightly, careful not to squish the flower. Then he walked out of the room, a little more bounce in his step than usual.
"What's wrong with me?" Quatre asked himself once the other boy was far out of the room, "I love Trowa, damn it, *Trowa*!" He threw himself to the ground and let a few tears drip out of his eyes, and as though a dam broke that was holding the salty drops of feeling back in his normally bright eyes, a rive of tears began to flow out of his orbs. He simply sat there, like a child lost in the grocery store who can't find his mother. Slowly, he stopped himself from crying, and sat up. He pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket and wiped his face dry. 'No one needs to know,' he though to himself as he strode out of the room.
When he saw Trowa sitting on the couch, reading, in the living room, he tried to sneak past and up to him room. Conveniently, Trowa chose the moment he made it half way in the room to look up from his book. Smiling, he stood up and walked over to his boyfriend. He intertwined his fingers around the blonde's and gazed into the blonde's blue eyes. As though he'd seen something that he wish he hadn't of, he suddenly dropped Quatre's hand and walked up stairs, a very disappointed look on his face. He slammed the door to his room, sending out a message to both Quatre and the other pilots. Sure, the pilots knew he was angry about something, but Quatre's message was more complex than that. It quite clearly read - 'What have I done?'
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Ah, another day another dollar, err, *chapter*. I know these chapters are short, but you know what? I suck at writing long chapters, so you'll just have to live with it if you want this story to stay at least kind of decent. I'm sorry that this story is going nowhere, but I promise (and I *never* make promises) that it will progress in the next chapter!
Anyway, here are my thank you's for this chapter: Chang Meiling (thank you, for, like, the *billionth* time), Mara Jade (you don't quite reading, do you? Heh, thanks!), Gundam Ckic 2003 (Woo! Thanks for reviewing, Jazz! Keep reading! And keep showing me GW Pix on the bus .. it wakes a girl up after a long day of torture at school!), Lacey-Koi (Yes, you got a chapter ^_^!), and Tarnished Oversoul (Wow, it's been a while. Thanks for the suggestion on that story title - I'll probably stick with it's other title of "It's Too Bad").
Thank a million and one, you guys! You help a lot, what with all your positive reviews and all! Even if Lisa (you *know* who you are) hasn't reviewed yet...
__________________________________________________________________________________
Oh yes. Look, if you people *really* want me to update, you'll help me out here . I *need* a beta reader for my fic and, maybe, a short story or two. PLEASE! Pay your best friend, get me the pope, do it yourself, hell - get me Kurt Vonnegut - I don't mind. I just need one, what with school and my life and all. Just email me and I'll *gladly* give you the job. Please!
Ok ... enough of my gravelling. Remember, my email is *always* opened to suggestions and comments - so write me anytime at greyrainbow3@hotmail.com Until next update -MourningMorte (formerly MorningStar)