Title: Truth, Lies and Everything In-between (Part 2)

read part 1 for the disclaimer and other notes

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"Darkness on the edge.
Shadows where I stand.
I search for the time,
On a watch with no hands.
I want to see you clearly.
Come closer than this.
But all I remember,
Are the dreams in the mist."
--These Dreams, Heart

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Trowa glanced around, frowning at the mess his lover called a bathroom. He never understood why Heero refused to clean, it was always him who had to and it wasn't even his apartment. He sighed as he kicked the dirty clothes across the floor, landing in a slight pile in the far corner. 'He is so messy...'

Trowa made his way to the sink, frowning again. The mirror on the wall was dirty; it was covered in water stains, toothpaste stains and other ones Trowa didn't know what they were from. Taking a deep breath Trowa turned on the water.

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Heero groaned as he slowly sat up. He looked around the room; Trowa was gone. He frowned, but then he heard the water running in the bathroom and the frown faded. He quickly glanced at the clock; it read '6:03'. 'He's getting ready I guess...Probably complaining about my mess.' Heero smiled.

Slipping off the bed, Heero search for his boxers and quickly slipped them on. He walked past the bathroom door heading out of the room. He slowly made his way to his small kitchen/dinning room. He was going to make Trowa and himself coffee.

Just as the coffee was finishing Trowa came walking into the kitchen. Heero eyed his lover, loving the outfit he wore to work. Trowa was dressed in a pair of black, slim fitting, jeans, a dark green (matching his eyes perfectly) T-shirt that was tucked in loosely, a black vest (with several pockets in the front), finger-less black gloves and a pair of black army boot. Heero gave Trowa a smile as he handed him a mug filled with coffee. Trowa nodded, accepting the mug.

"Where are you going today?" Heero asked while eyeing his koi.

"The East side..."

"Ah. Gonna be late again?" Trowa shook his head. "Good."

"Good?" Heero nodded. "And why would that be?"

"I want to go out on a date." Trowa almost spit out the coffee he was sipping.

"Eh?"

"I want to go out to dinner, and have...a date." Trowa blinked several times, trying to get that little bit of information in his head.

"A date?" Heero nodded. "A *real* date?"

"Is that so hard to imagine?"

"From you? Yes."

"Ha, ha...I'm serious Trowa." Trowa nodded. "So, what do you say?"

"All right, Heero. What time?"

"Seven."

"Okay. I'll meet you here?" Heero nodded once again. "All right." Trowa placed his mug on the counter. "I'm off." Trowa leaned over giving Heero a soft kiss on his lips. As he began to head for the door he suddenly stopped. "Is this a formal event?" Heero almost laughed at that remark.

"Of course not." Trowa nodded and head out the door.

Trowa stood at the top of the stairs leading down to the street. He glanced up at the sky. It was gray, clouds as far as he could see. As he began descending the stairs the first few drops hit his check. Trowa closed his eyes and nodded. 'It always rains when I get a job...I think the heavens are crying for me...but why?'

to be continued…

CCT: So, getting interesting? Mmm? Hehehe.