Title: The Chibiest Petstore
Author: Casshirek
Summary: Quatre buys Trowa a chibi. o.o Wonder which one it is? These lovely boys belong to all appropriate parties which, unfortunately, is not me. First attempt at writing Trowa and Quatre out properly. Would love feedback as to how well or poorly I did so I can correct it. ^^
* * *
Quatre looped an amiable arm around Trowa's shoulders as they marched down the pavement, his sapphire eyes bright. The afternoon sky's brillance reflected on his hair, rendering the blonde strands an incandescent shade. It felt good to be out and about. To frolic in the open air, to taste nature's -- that was going too far. Bottom line was he relished the outing. Much as he enjoyed his daily routines, a change was appreciated from time to time.
"We're getting you a pet, my friend and that is final."
Trowa aimed a sideway glance at the other boy, silence maintained. A hint of smile gathered at his lips, illuminating perpetually wary green eyes. Quatre laughed. Of all his colleagues, he liked Trowa most. Duo was vociferous. Wufei was patronizing. Heero was, in a word, frightening. But Trowa, in spite of his quiet ways, was a most acceptable companion. It was *nice* to have someone who actually listened to him.
".. did it have to be a chibi?"
"What better pet than one, Trowa? They're practically human. Soon enough, you'd be ready for human interaction!"
Trowa arched a slender brow. "I just -"
"-prefer solitude." Quatre finished for him. "I know, I was joking but I don't want to see you losing touch with the world. You need a companion."
The brown-haired pilot nodded gently. Brevity was characteristic of the young man. Trowa never spoke without neccessity. Why? Quatre had no idea. Perhaps, Trowa was conserving his words for an important occasion. Whatever it may be, it bothered him little. Everyone had their singular quirks. With an evaluating look slanted towards the Heavyarms pilot, Quatre removed his arm and concentrated on the walk.
* * *
[At the store]
A Quatre chibi awakened with some consternation, distinctly aware of how very cold his surroundings had became. That wasn't right. He blinked slowly, azure eyes misted with sleep. Without thinking, the chibi sought out his littermates, immediately attempting to snuggle into the tangle of limbs and golden hair that was his siblings.
His head made painful contact with the iron support.
He blinked again.
"Aww, isn't he adorable?" Voices from above summoned his attention. The chibi craned his head upwards, trying to focus on the conversation. Things might have been easier had he the height to peer over his container's rim. A flash of blonde hair caused the chibi to perk, his focus trained on his mirror. The other chibi-Quatre seemed oblivous to his scrutiny, cuddled against his new owner's garments with a look of sleepy-eyed contentment.
"Indeed, he is. It's a pity that you can't take the last one."
"Three is more than enough." Was the prim response.
"If you say so, madame. And how will you be paying for the little ones?"
"Cash." And they moved away.
The desolation did not register for many moments, lost amidst disconnected thoughts of sugar and hazy former delight. But it eventually struck, a startling revelation that forced the chibi into a sitting position. Blue eyes stared haplessly at his surroundings, trying to summon vanished siblings. None came. He gathered his knees to his chest and tucked his face down, blonde hair obscuring tears. The chibi drew his knees closer, arms wrapped around his legs.
Life continued.
* * *
"No." Trowa declared.
Quatre minced up beside him and peered over his shoulders. Blue eyes widened abruptly, twinkling with unspoken laughter. He could understand Trowa's predicament. Five mini Trowas, each a perfect duplicate of the slender boy standing before them, was returning the pilot's stare. They blinked in unison, an unnerving effect in a room full of herculean eyes. Chibis had a tendency to imitate each other, resulting in a store-wide blinking marathon.
"I don't blame you."
"Can I have see something else?"
The Arabian shrugged noncommitally. "It is up to you, Trowa."
Trowa did not look behind. He swept down the rows of display cases, pausing intermittently to stare doubtfully at one chibi or another before he resumed his journey. Quatre merely watched, trying to keep his hair away from a chibi-Duo during that time. Needless to say, his efforts proved futile. Before long, the minature of our braided chatterbox had glued himself onto Quatre's hair, leaving the Arabian to hunt down the pet store owner in growing desperation. The chibi had sugar on his hands. That did not bode well for his hair.
".....?" Trowa looked down.
Something glimmered below his line of vision, a tiny figure pressed up against one of the many display cases arranged within the store. The solitary critter, a mess of white-gold and palest pink, appeared oblivious to his approach. Trowa reached down warily, ready to jerk aside should the chibi prove volatile. Nothing happened. Slender fingers then brushed questioningly against tussled blonde locks, smoothing against delicate flesh. A squeak coiled into the air.
"Squeak?" Enormous blue eyes stared up at him. The chibi was revealed to be of the Quatre variety, a perfect imitation of the Arabian pilot that had brought him to the establishment. Scrambling to his feet, the little chibi brushed grain from his garments and squeaked again.
"....."
"Squeaksqueaksqueak?"
"....?" To his gratification, the blonde-haired minature nodded. "I like you."
Trowa scooped the chibi into his palm, a smile playing across his face when the minature Quatre sought to cuddle with his thumb. Wouldn't the pilot be surprised when he saw his selection?
* * *
"...." Trowa gestured fleetingly at sugar-encrusted hair.
"Don't ask. Just, don't ... ask." The Arabian picked irritably at his own golden locks, delicate features contorted into a grimace. Quatre paused, aware of something he had missed earlier. A tiny albeit conspicious bulge was to be found on Trowa's uniform, supported by a nonchalant hand. "You ... "
Trowa's smile said it all.
"Splendid! What is - " The grin he wore faltered, reeling against the sight of a chibi Quatre. Solemn blue eyes did not appear impressed with their larger counterparts. If anything, the chibi seemed .. disdainful.
"Squeak."
"I like it." Trowa interjected.
"But...."
"You said we were buying this for me." The pilot resumed.
"But...."
"End of story."
Quatre relented with an exasperated sigh, arms thrown out in a signal of defeat. Contary to the vexation in his tones, his eyes were bright. He extended a hopeful finger towards the mini Quatre. It retreated away from view, expression reproachful.
"Well, then. I suppose it's time we figured out how to take care of one and so on. Come on, we'd have you set up with your little one in a twinkling of an eye."
* * *
"What do you mean it'd go into *heat*?"
"I'm afraid this is of the yaoi variety, sir."
"......"
"You mean, you - "
"I would suggest watching out for chibi Trowas during this time. Your little replicas are known to have a strong predilection for these brown- haired darlings. Perhaps, if you wish to breed them, you could always purchase - "
"... um, no."
"Then, you'd have to keep it locked up for now. With any luck, it might opt for some of the other breeds."
"Like?"
"Heeros, Duos, perhaps even Wufeis..."
"Oh, God..."
~FIN
Author: Casshirek
Summary: Quatre buys Trowa a chibi. o.o Wonder which one it is? These lovely boys belong to all appropriate parties which, unfortunately, is not me. First attempt at writing Trowa and Quatre out properly. Would love feedback as to how well or poorly I did so I can correct it. ^^
* * *
Quatre looped an amiable arm around Trowa's shoulders as they marched down the pavement, his sapphire eyes bright. The afternoon sky's brillance reflected on his hair, rendering the blonde strands an incandescent shade. It felt good to be out and about. To frolic in the open air, to taste nature's -- that was going too far. Bottom line was he relished the outing. Much as he enjoyed his daily routines, a change was appreciated from time to time.
"We're getting you a pet, my friend and that is final."
Trowa aimed a sideway glance at the other boy, silence maintained. A hint of smile gathered at his lips, illuminating perpetually wary green eyes. Quatre laughed. Of all his colleagues, he liked Trowa most. Duo was vociferous. Wufei was patronizing. Heero was, in a word, frightening. But Trowa, in spite of his quiet ways, was a most acceptable companion. It was *nice* to have someone who actually listened to him.
".. did it have to be a chibi?"
"What better pet than one, Trowa? They're practically human. Soon enough, you'd be ready for human interaction!"
Trowa arched a slender brow. "I just -"
"-prefer solitude." Quatre finished for him. "I know, I was joking but I don't want to see you losing touch with the world. You need a companion."
The brown-haired pilot nodded gently. Brevity was characteristic of the young man. Trowa never spoke without neccessity. Why? Quatre had no idea. Perhaps, Trowa was conserving his words for an important occasion. Whatever it may be, it bothered him little. Everyone had their singular quirks. With an evaluating look slanted towards the Heavyarms pilot, Quatre removed his arm and concentrated on the walk.
* * *
[At the store]
A Quatre chibi awakened with some consternation, distinctly aware of how very cold his surroundings had became. That wasn't right. He blinked slowly, azure eyes misted with sleep. Without thinking, the chibi sought out his littermates, immediately attempting to snuggle into the tangle of limbs and golden hair that was his siblings.
His head made painful contact with the iron support.
He blinked again.
"Aww, isn't he adorable?" Voices from above summoned his attention. The chibi craned his head upwards, trying to focus on the conversation. Things might have been easier had he the height to peer over his container's rim. A flash of blonde hair caused the chibi to perk, his focus trained on his mirror. The other chibi-Quatre seemed oblivous to his scrutiny, cuddled against his new owner's garments with a look of sleepy-eyed contentment.
"Indeed, he is. It's a pity that you can't take the last one."
"Three is more than enough." Was the prim response.
"If you say so, madame. And how will you be paying for the little ones?"
"Cash." And they moved away.
The desolation did not register for many moments, lost amidst disconnected thoughts of sugar and hazy former delight. But it eventually struck, a startling revelation that forced the chibi into a sitting position. Blue eyes stared haplessly at his surroundings, trying to summon vanished siblings. None came. He gathered his knees to his chest and tucked his face down, blonde hair obscuring tears. The chibi drew his knees closer, arms wrapped around his legs.
Life continued.
* * *
"No." Trowa declared.
Quatre minced up beside him and peered over his shoulders. Blue eyes widened abruptly, twinkling with unspoken laughter. He could understand Trowa's predicament. Five mini Trowas, each a perfect duplicate of the slender boy standing before them, was returning the pilot's stare. They blinked in unison, an unnerving effect in a room full of herculean eyes. Chibis had a tendency to imitate each other, resulting in a store-wide blinking marathon.
"I don't blame you."
"Can I have see something else?"
The Arabian shrugged noncommitally. "It is up to you, Trowa."
Trowa did not look behind. He swept down the rows of display cases, pausing intermittently to stare doubtfully at one chibi or another before he resumed his journey. Quatre merely watched, trying to keep his hair away from a chibi-Duo during that time. Needless to say, his efforts proved futile. Before long, the minature of our braided chatterbox had glued himself onto Quatre's hair, leaving the Arabian to hunt down the pet store owner in growing desperation. The chibi had sugar on his hands. That did not bode well for his hair.
".....?" Trowa looked down.
Something glimmered below his line of vision, a tiny figure pressed up against one of the many display cases arranged within the store. The solitary critter, a mess of white-gold and palest pink, appeared oblivious to his approach. Trowa reached down warily, ready to jerk aside should the chibi prove volatile. Nothing happened. Slender fingers then brushed questioningly against tussled blonde locks, smoothing against delicate flesh. A squeak coiled into the air.
"Squeak?" Enormous blue eyes stared up at him. The chibi was revealed to be of the Quatre variety, a perfect imitation of the Arabian pilot that had brought him to the establishment. Scrambling to his feet, the little chibi brushed grain from his garments and squeaked again.
"....."
"Squeaksqueaksqueak?"
"....?" To his gratification, the blonde-haired minature nodded. "I like you."
Trowa scooped the chibi into his palm, a smile playing across his face when the minature Quatre sought to cuddle with his thumb. Wouldn't the pilot be surprised when he saw his selection?
* * *
"...." Trowa gestured fleetingly at sugar-encrusted hair.
"Don't ask. Just, don't ... ask." The Arabian picked irritably at his own golden locks, delicate features contorted into a grimace. Quatre paused, aware of something he had missed earlier. A tiny albeit conspicious bulge was to be found on Trowa's uniform, supported by a nonchalant hand. "You ... "
Trowa's smile said it all.
"Splendid! What is - " The grin he wore faltered, reeling against the sight of a chibi Quatre. Solemn blue eyes did not appear impressed with their larger counterparts. If anything, the chibi seemed .. disdainful.
"Squeak."
"I like it." Trowa interjected.
"But...."
"You said we were buying this for me." The pilot resumed.
"But...."
"End of story."
Quatre relented with an exasperated sigh, arms thrown out in a signal of defeat. Contary to the vexation in his tones, his eyes were bright. He extended a hopeful finger towards the mini Quatre. It retreated away from view, expression reproachful.
"Well, then. I suppose it's time we figured out how to take care of one and so on. Come on, we'd have you set up with your little one in a twinkling of an eye."
* * *
"What do you mean it'd go into *heat*?"
"I'm afraid this is of the yaoi variety, sir."
"......"
"You mean, you - "
"I would suggest watching out for chibi Trowas during this time. Your little replicas are known to have a strong predilection for these brown- haired darlings. Perhaps, if you wish to breed them, you could always purchase - "
"... um, no."
"Then, you'd have to keep it locked up for now. With any luck, it might opt for some of the other breeds."
"Like?"
"Heeros, Duos, perhaps even Wufeis..."
"Oh, God..."
~FIN