Secrets Begin To Unfold (As Old Flowers Do)
Quatre pulled himself over to the couch and slumped over. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, he sighed. 'Why must I be in this position! Trowa is my best friend ... and I love him, right? Right. But then there's Wufei ... *God* then there's Wufei...' He moaned in annoyance and opened his eyes. He let himself fall over on his side and he closed his eyes again. After about ten minutes, when he was almost asleep, an idea struck him.
"I've got it!" He yelled, jerking stright up and onto his feet.
"Me too!" Yelled Duo from the other room, "And whatever it is, it involves your mouth and duct tape! Shut up, I'm trying to put a model together [1]!" Rolling his eyes, Quatre began to walk up the stairs and knocked on the first door down the hall.
"Um ... T ... Tro ... wa? Trowa?" Quatre called into the room. His only response was a loud grunt, "Can ... I come in?" He heard a muffled 'si' and slowly opened the door. Inside, he found Trowa sitting in an upright fetal position reading a book. Glancing at the title, he noticed that it was in Spanish. "So, what are you reading, Tro'?" The blonde boy asked, trying to make some conversation. He'd been in the room a few minutes, and the silence was already killing him.
"I doubt it's anything you've read, but I guess I wouldn't know. It's 'One Hundred Years In Solitude'[2] in the original Spanish," Quatre hoped that wasn't a hint, "It's a really good book." The boy just nodded his head and kept his mouth shut. 'Better to keep quiet than to start something, I guess'. The silence kept up for a few more minutes - Trowa kept reading his book, and Quatre keept staring at the floor and standing in the door way. Trowa eventually looked up over his thick book and stared at his boyfriend drawing cirlces in the carpet.
"Por qué? I mean ... why are you in here, love?" Quatre flinched at the name love. He was *never* called love. It was always 'Little one' or 'Quat' or some other cute name Trowa had made up. Never 'love' ... in english anyway.
"I came in here to, uh, talk to you about something." Trowa made his eyes brows[3] raise in surprise. He laid his book down and sat up some, patting the end of the bed to signal Quatre to sit down. He then folded his hands in his lap and sighed.
"Well then I guess we should commence the talking, shouldn't we?" The other boy nodded, closing the door on his way to sit down. He cleared his throat and stretching - he was obviously stalling.
"Trowa, I'd like to start off by asking you if you love me." The question, as stupid as it sounded, weighed heavily on the uni-banged teenager. His boyfriend sounded so serious and so innocent. He sighed and closed his eyes before answering.
"Quatre, if I didn't love you, then why would I let you stay in my room at night? Why would I make you breakfast randomly, or cook for you when your sick? Think of all the little kisses, all the nicknames, all the times I've gotten you out of problems. Think about it." That left the room silent. The only thing that could be heard was Wufei and Duo arguing and peices of his model fly across the room downstairs. 'He loves me, that I'm sure of. He sure does speak a lot when it comes to matters of the heart, doesn't he? Oh well, he comes the realy question...'
"With that answered, now I have the bigger question. If I were to falter, er, become unsure about my feelings towards you because of recent events," He took a deep breath and looked up towards his lover, "Would you leave me or wait for me to sort things out?"
"Why would you ask such a thing, Quat'?" His green eyes flickered. Upon noticing, the blonde bowed his head and took another breath before wiping his face dry and looking up again.
"I'm having ... doubts. I'm sorry, I, I'm really sorry, I just, it's just that-" He was cut off by a long finger across his lips.
"Amor, relax. I will wait for you as long as it takes," He flashed one of his rare smiles and kissed the Arabian softly. He then pulled him back so that Quatre was laying in between Trowa's legs and in his arms. After only a few minutes of sitting in that position, the smaller boy fell asleep with a smile on his face, knowing he was loved. The other boy, however, was wide awake, his mind reeling. 'Why is he doing this to me? We were so happy a few weeks ago ... so happy? What's gone wrong? Such a sweet boy doesn't deserve such foul thoughts.'
Careful not to wake the sleeping body in his arms, Trowa slipped out from under neath him. He layed him down and carefully covered Quatre up, then inched out the door and quietly closed it. He hoped down the stairs, heading straight for the kitchen, where he knew the one person who always had knowledge of the happenings of the household - Heero.
Turning the corner, he caught a clear view of a lap top and peices of hair sticking up behind it. The sound of a claking keyboard and mumblings of incomprehensible Japanese could be heard, not to mention a giggle or two from the stoic pilot's boyfriend every once in a while. Trowa cleared his throat in an attempt to get Heero's attention. No response. He tried again, only this time louder and clearer. No response. The third time he took a more reasonable approach.
"Heero?" The clacking stopped and he heard another giggle. The headless soulders shrugged and took up their slight shaking again as the clacking begain once more.
"Heero!" The clacking stopped. Two clicks were heard, and the laptop closed.
"Hn?"
"Um, have you heard anything from. Wait a second - Duo get out of here." A 'God damnit!' was heard and the boy clad in black took his time slinking out of the room like a witch's cat who'd just been hit with a broom. "Let's try that again. Have you heard anything. Wait! Duo, you need to learn not to listen at doors. I'm a frickin Gundam Pilot for christ sakes.' Another 'damnit!' was hear and the stomping sound of high-heeled boots whos owner was goose-stepping up stairs could be heard. Heero turned his attention from the door way back to Trowa and nodded his head. "Right, as I've been trying to say. Have you heard anything from quatre about relationship problems?" The Japanese boy sighed.
"Nothing from Quatre, however, Wufei seems to have a bit of a crushon your little blonde Arabian if that helps any." Trowa nodded and placed a stone-cold look upon his face like a normal person would a tee-shirt - smooth and with no trouble at all.
"Oh it helps all right. It helps a lot." At that, the Latin boy spun around a marched up to the room at the end of the hallway. 'Well, well well wufei. Let's see what you have to say...'
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[1] Imagine Duo putting together a little Deathscythe. That's how *I* pictured it.....
[2] A great book, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It made me cry. I could say nothing by 'wow' for five minutes after finishing it. I suggest you read it...
[3] Er ... eye*brow*. You can only see one ^_^
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Yeah, it took me a while, I'm sorry. I'be been uber busy. Summers coming up, so the next chapter will be up sooner. But I'd like to thank:: Relwarc (I think...), Mara Jade, Change Meiling, Lacey-Koi (can't for get you, huh?), Lady Nataku (someone new! someone new!) and Tarnished Oversould (who *still* hasn't I don't think. Oh well...) Thanks again. And since I've time to advertise ... check out kuroshirogurei.tripod.com/kuroshiro_gurei a great site *cough* ...heh... I'm extremely sorry for the bad spelling and all that - I'm tired as hell and I jsut want to get this up. So ... until next time ... remember - Moo cows are chocolaty! *runs away with chocolate milk in hand, iggling loudly. muse drags behind mumbling to himself about how *he* never gets anything 'fun to drink')
Quatre pulled himself over to the couch and slumped over. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, he sighed. 'Why must I be in this position! Trowa is my best friend ... and I love him, right? Right. But then there's Wufei ... *God* then there's Wufei...' He moaned in annoyance and opened his eyes. He let himself fall over on his side and he closed his eyes again. After about ten minutes, when he was almost asleep, an idea struck him.
"I've got it!" He yelled, jerking stright up and onto his feet.
"Me too!" Yelled Duo from the other room, "And whatever it is, it involves your mouth and duct tape! Shut up, I'm trying to put a model together [1]!" Rolling his eyes, Quatre began to walk up the stairs and knocked on the first door down the hall.
"Um ... T ... Tro ... wa? Trowa?" Quatre called into the room. His only response was a loud grunt, "Can ... I come in?" He heard a muffled 'si' and slowly opened the door. Inside, he found Trowa sitting in an upright fetal position reading a book. Glancing at the title, he noticed that it was in Spanish. "So, what are you reading, Tro'?" The blonde boy asked, trying to make some conversation. He'd been in the room a few minutes, and the silence was already killing him.
"I doubt it's anything you've read, but I guess I wouldn't know. It's 'One Hundred Years In Solitude'[2] in the original Spanish," Quatre hoped that wasn't a hint, "It's a really good book." The boy just nodded his head and kept his mouth shut. 'Better to keep quiet than to start something, I guess'. The silence kept up for a few more minutes - Trowa kept reading his book, and Quatre keept staring at the floor and standing in the door way. Trowa eventually looked up over his thick book and stared at his boyfriend drawing cirlces in the carpet.
"Por qué? I mean ... why are you in here, love?" Quatre flinched at the name love. He was *never* called love. It was always 'Little one' or 'Quat' or some other cute name Trowa had made up. Never 'love' ... in english anyway.
"I came in here to, uh, talk to you about something." Trowa made his eyes brows[3] raise in surprise. He laid his book down and sat up some, patting the end of the bed to signal Quatre to sit down. He then folded his hands in his lap and sighed.
"Well then I guess we should commence the talking, shouldn't we?" The other boy nodded, closing the door on his way to sit down. He cleared his throat and stretching - he was obviously stalling.
"Trowa, I'd like to start off by asking you if you love me." The question, as stupid as it sounded, weighed heavily on the uni-banged teenager. His boyfriend sounded so serious and so innocent. He sighed and closed his eyes before answering.
"Quatre, if I didn't love you, then why would I let you stay in my room at night? Why would I make you breakfast randomly, or cook for you when your sick? Think of all the little kisses, all the nicknames, all the times I've gotten you out of problems. Think about it." That left the room silent. The only thing that could be heard was Wufei and Duo arguing and peices of his model fly across the room downstairs. 'He loves me, that I'm sure of. He sure does speak a lot when it comes to matters of the heart, doesn't he? Oh well, he comes the realy question...'
"With that answered, now I have the bigger question. If I were to falter, er, become unsure about my feelings towards you because of recent events," He took a deep breath and looked up towards his lover, "Would you leave me or wait for me to sort things out?"
"Why would you ask such a thing, Quat'?" His green eyes flickered. Upon noticing, the blonde bowed his head and took another breath before wiping his face dry and looking up again.
"I'm having ... doubts. I'm sorry, I, I'm really sorry, I just, it's just that-" He was cut off by a long finger across his lips.
"Amor, relax. I will wait for you as long as it takes," He flashed one of his rare smiles and kissed the Arabian softly. He then pulled him back so that Quatre was laying in between Trowa's legs and in his arms. After only a few minutes of sitting in that position, the smaller boy fell asleep with a smile on his face, knowing he was loved. The other boy, however, was wide awake, his mind reeling. 'Why is he doing this to me? We were so happy a few weeks ago ... so happy? What's gone wrong? Such a sweet boy doesn't deserve such foul thoughts.'
Careful not to wake the sleeping body in his arms, Trowa slipped out from under neath him. He layed him down and carefully covered Quatre up, then inched out the door and quietly closed it. He hoped down the stairs, heading straight for the kitchen, where he knew the one person who always had knowledge of the happenings of the household - Heero.
Turning the corner, he caught a clear view of a lap top and peices of hair sticking up behind it. The sound of a claking keyboard and mumblings of incomprehensible Japanese could be heard, not to mention a giggle or two from the stoic pilot's boyfriend every once in a while. Trowa cleared his throat in an attempt to get Heero's attention. No response. He tried again, only this time louder and clearer. No response. The third time he took a more reasonable approach.
"Heero?" The clacking stopped and he heard another giggle. The headless soulders shrugged and took up their slight shaking again as the clacking begain once more.
"Heero!" The clacking stopped. Two clicks were heard, and the laptop closed.
"Hn?"
"Um, have you heard anything from. Wait a second - Duo get out of here." A 'God damnit!' was heard and the boy clad in black took his time slinking out of the room like a witch's cat who'd just been hit with a broom. "Let's try that again. Have you heard anything. Wait! Duo, you need to learn not to listen at doors. I'm a frickin Gundam Pilot for christ sakes.' Another 'damnit!' was hear and the stomping sound of high-heeled boots whos owner was goose-stepping up stairs could be heard. Heero turned his attention from the door way back to Trowa and nodded his head. "Right, as I've been trying to say. Have you heard anything from quatre about relationship problems?" The Japanese boy sighed.
"Nothing from Quatre, however, Wufei seems to have a bit of a crushon your little blonde Arabian if that helps any." Trowa nodded and placed a stone-cold look upon his face like a normal person would a tee-shirt - smooth and with no trouble at all.
"Oh it helps all right. It helps a lot." At that, the Latin boy spun around a marched up to the room at the end of the hallway. 'Well, well well wufei. Let's see what you have to say...'
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[1] Imagine Duo putting together a little Deathscythe. That's how *I* pictured it.....
[2] A great book, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It made me cry. I could say nothing by 'wow' for five minutes after finishing it. I suggest you read it...
[3] Er ... eye*brow*. You can only see one ^_^
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Yeah, it took me a while, I'm sorry. I'be been uber busy. Summers coming up, so the next chapter will be up sooner. But I'd like to thank:: Relwarc (I think...), Mara Jade, Change Meiling, Lacey-Koi (can't for get you, huh?), Lady Nataku (someone new! someone new!) and Tarnished Oversould (who *still* hasn't I don't think. Oh well...) Thanks again. And since I've time to advertise ... check out kuroshirogurei.tripod.com/kuroshiro_gurei a great site *cough* ...heh... I'm extremely sorry for the bad spelling and all that - I'm tired as hell and I jsut want to get this up. So ... until next time ... remember - Moo cows are chocolaty! *runs away with chocolate milk in hand, iggling loudly. muse drags behind mumbling to himself about how *he* never gets anything 'fun to drink')