CHAPTER 3
" . . . and that's why I don't like to bring up the subject.", Quatre explained patiently. "Do you understand, Lina?"
"Hai, Papa." Lina mumbled. The sandy blonde haired girl look down at her feet. She thought for a moment. If Papa didn't like the idea of her getting a tattoo, then maybe Daddy wouldn't mind. Her fathers were like that. They disagreed on everything when it came to Lina. "May I please be excused, Papa?"
Quatre smiled at his daughter. She was nearly 10. The years went by in a flash and she was a beautiful young girl. She needs a mother, he thought. He and Trowa and the boys just couldn't do it alone anymore. "Uh, of course, Lina."
Lina sulked out of the tea parlor. She searched the halls for Daddy. Daddy can't be too far away, she thought. Papa and Daddy were never too far apart. Daddy was awfully over protective of Papa, and vice versa.
"Daddy?! Daddy-san!?" Lina looked in all his usual hiding spots. She was victorious! Trowa was practicing his flute in the conservatory. Lina bowed silently, "Kon'nichiwa, Daddy!"
Trowa looked up from his music, "Oh! Lina-chan! Come in!" He kissed his daughter on the cheek. "Did you need something, Lina?"
Lina giggled. If Papa spoiled her, Daddy spoiled her rotten. "Oh, I was just thinking . . .about art . . ."
Trowa's jaw dropped, "You like art? Since when?!"
Daddy could be very stupid sometimes.
"Not really, but I enjoy body art . . .and tattoos . . ."
". . . . ."
"And I've decided to get a tattoo!" Lina waited for Trowa's response.
Trowa pondered the idea for a moment, " 'K."
Her eyes got big and her famous little grin appeared. She ran up to hug Trowa, "Oh, Daddy! Domo!! Oh! Arigatoo! I love you so much!"
" . . . . ."
Lina skipped out of the room feeling very lucky. Soon she would be just like the hottest new singing group, Femme`. She idolized the five women in the group, Audrey, Mae, Celestia, Myra and Nancy. Not only were they ultra snazzy, but they were French and totally glamorous!
She sat down on her bed and stared at all the Femme` posters on her walls. Someday I will be famous like them!, she thought. I'll be pretty and tall and have good career agents! Lina sighed and smiled. Tomorrow I will be just like Celestia! Hee hee!
" . . . and that's why I don't like to bring up the subject.", Quatre explained patiently. "Do you understand, Lina?"
"Hai, Papa." Lina mumbled. The sandy blonde haired girl look down at her feet. She thought for a moment. If Papa didn't like the idea of her getting a tattoo, then maybe Daddy wouldn't mind. Her fathers were like that. They disagreed on everything when it came to Lina. "May I please be excused, Papa?"
Quatre smiled at his daughter. She was nearly 10. The years went by in a flash and she was a beautiful young girl. She needs a mother, he thought. He and Trowa and the boys just couldn't do it alone anymore. "Uh, of course, Lina."
Lina sulked out of the tea parlor. She searched the halls for Daddy. Daddy can't be too far away, she thought. Papa and Daddy were never too far apart. Daddy was awfully over protective of Papa, and vice versa.
"Daddy?! Daddy-san!?" Lina looked in all his usual hiding spots. She was victorious! Trowa was practicing his flute in the conservatory. Lina bowed silently, "Kon'nichiwa, Daddy!"
Trowa looked up from his music, "Oh! Lina-chan! Come in!" He kissed his daughter on the cheek. "Did you need something, Lina?"
Lina giggled. If Papa spoiled her, Daddy spoiled her rotten. "Oh, I was just thinking . . .about art . . ."
Trowa's jaw dropped, "You like art? Since when?!"
Daddy could be very stupid sometimes.
"Not really, but I enjoy body art . . .and tattoos . . ."
". . . . ."
"And I've decided to get a tattoo!" Lina waited for Trowa's response.
Trowa pondered the idea for a moment, " 'K."
Her eyes got big and her famous little grin appeared. She ran up to hug Trowa, "Oh, Daddy! Domo!! Oh! Arigatoo! I love you so much!"
" . . . . ."
Lina skipped out of the room feeling very lucky. Soon she would be just like the hottest new singing group, Femme`. She idolized the five women in the group, Audrey, Mae, Celestia, Myra and Nancy. Not only were they ultra snazzy, but they were French and totally glamorous!
She sat down on her bed and stared at all the Femme` posters on her walls. Someday I will be famous like them!, she thought. I'll be pretty and tall and have good career agents! Lina sighed and smiled. Tomorrow I will be just like Celestia! Hee hee!