Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this,
would I?
Warning: There are boy-boy pairings and references in this fic. If you don't like that sort of thing, stop reading now. If you do, enjoy!
~ mind to mind speaking ~
Time Warp, by Siren Alecto
Chapter 7 –Jealousy
Waking up to garishly bright sunlight, I realized that Quatre and I were still curled around eachother on the couch. Shaking his shoulder lightly, I whispered in his ear. "Quatre... wake up and deal with your boyfriend. I've never seen someone's aura turn green from jealousy before."
Waking slowly, he raised a hand to wipe the sleep from his eyes. "Wha...?"
Rolling my eyes, I pointed to Trowa, who was standing about 4 feet away, frozen in shock. Probably still trying to decide if he could attack me and get away unscathed.
Actually, if we were really fighting, I have no idea. I'd probably be a little less worried about the side affects of the magic I used then the here-and-now issues. Like surviving an angry assassin who's out for my blood.
Quatre finally blinked out of his stupor and felt his boyfriend's anger. Actually, this was *way* beyond anger or jealousy, I think Quatre and I were really in for it. Even though we didn't do anything.
Clenching his jaw so tightly that I could see his face muscles straining, he proudly turned on his heel and strode away. Quatre threw back the covers and tumbled off the couch, his legs having fallen slightly asleep. Quickly rubbing some circulation into them, he ran off in search of his beloved.
Good luck... Trowa needs to have it drilled into his head that Quatre isn't going to leave him, *especially* not for me! He's like my brother! You know, I like Trowa; for all that he thinks he's unworthy of Quatre. And that he believes I'm his rival.
Rolling off the couch myself, I stretch my arms in the air, hearing my back crack and sigh. Padding barefooted into the kitchen, I get a glass of Pepsi and my normal s'more poptart. Lots of sugar with a side of caffeine for my breakfast, that's my secret to being awake and not... uh.... too bitchy.
Because I think I'll need it for today.
"What are you trying to do?" Wufei came out of nowhere and sat down giving me this "I'm-disappointed-in-you" look.
Swallowing the mouthful of poptart I had, I took a sip of my Pepsi to wash it down. "Excuse me?"
"Trowa storming out of the house, showing more anger than I've ever seen from him. Quatre chasing after his lover and trying to get Trowa to listen to an explanation. Somehow I get the feeling it all centers around you. So what are you trying to do?"
"I'm not trying to do anything! Quatre and I were talking last night and fell asleep.
Why you think that Quatre would be interested me is beyond my comprehension and the thought that Quatre would leave Trowa is ludicrous!" I exploded I admit that I did. But it was just getting so annoying.
"Are you even sure Quatre's interested in girls that way?" I snapped at Wufei and he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Are you sure that he's not?"
"Wufei... Quatre loves Trowa. I'm not talking about infatuation, or lust. I'm talking about *true* love here, k? It wouldn't matter to Quatre if Trowa was a boy, girl or circus bear. He wouldn't just decide to have an affair or leave him." Rubbing my temples, I gave him a pleading look. Let him believe me... Just... let someone believe me.
"If that is the case... Trowa's jealousy might be the thing which tears apart their relationship."
"It all stems from insecurity." I said softly, wondering how I could fix this. After all, it was my fault there was something to fix in the first place.
"What are you planning on doing?"
"I'll talk to him later. If I have to use magic in self-defense, it will just probably make matters worse." Taking another bite of my poptart, I chewed thoughtfully.
"Probably." Wufei blew stray strand of hair out of his face in frustration. I never realized how cute that gesture looks when someone does it.
I will never have hair short enough to do that again. I *hate* when people say I do something cute. I get the feeling that Wufei does too. If anyone's ever dared to tell him when he's being cute before.
Amy sitting down across the table from me snapped me out of my reverie. Stifling a yawn, she apparently noticed the tension in the room. Whoo-hoo, good for her. "What's going on?"
"Trowa thinks that Quatre is having an affair with Deanna." Wufei said as he poured himself a bowl of cereal. It was the nutritious stuff with no flavor, might I add.
"Well, that was certainly blunt."
My raven-haired tormentor raised an eyebrow at me. "Did you want me to lie?"
"It would have been nice..." I muttered under my breath.
Rubbing her ears, Amy gave a look. "Did I hear that correctly?"
"Yup." Finishing my poptart, I sipped at my drink.
"Well, you told Trowa that he was mistaken, right?"
Wincing slightly, I avoided looking at Amy.
"Oh my God..." She whispered and then smacked me in the head.
"Ow! It's not what you think, dammit!" Glaring at Amy, I cursed my fate. "Quatre and I were talking last night and fell asleep on the couch. When I woke, Trowa was there and thought something happened. I woke Quatre up right away but Trowa left before we could say anything. Then Quatre ran after him. End of story."
"You have made a big mess today." Amy told me, her eyes boring holes into me.
"I seem to be able to do that pretty well, don't I?" I spat out with some bitterness. "But don't worry, I fix what I break." Putting my dishes in the washer with quick, angry movements, I left to take a shower. Some privacy where I could think...
Making a quick stop to my room, I grabbed a change of clothes for the day and locked myself in the bathroom before anyone could take it from me.
Turning on the shower, I waited for it to get to the perfect temperature, hot and just shy of scalding. When it did, I shed my clothing and stepped under the water. Grabbing soap and making a thick lather, I cleansed my skin and at the same time let my mind drift.
Murphy's Law... it says "Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong" and it's the perfect explanation to my life. I spend most of my time trying to fix what's accidentally gone wrong, like what happened this morning. I really should start warning people about my curse but they wouldn't believe me. Though it *is* why I have a sign on my door which says 'Occupant under Murphy's Law'.
Sighing, I lean my forehead against the tiled wall and let the hot water cascade down my back. This morning, I had unintentionally damaged something precious and very, very pure. Unfortunately, it's something I've managed to do before, and quite often at that. I break things all too easily… and the stupid part is, I didn't do any of them on purpose.
Eyes hardening in determination, I grabbed the shampoo bottle and quickly worked it into my hair. I may have damaged it, but I *will* fix it. And this will make them stronger as a couple.
Rinsing all traces of shampoo out, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, I efficiently wipe all the water from my body and dry my hair some before I throw on my clothes. Today's careless dress features a black short-sleeves shirt with a wolf design on the front in white, gray and silver. The outfit is accessorized by blue jeans and nothing on the feet. Plus the normal jewelry worn.
Smiling at my own insanity inside my head, I unlock the door and throw the towel into the hamper. Stepping out into the hallway, I was caught off guard as the phone rang. Picking up one of the ones upstairs, I answered with my usual, "Yellow?"
"Deanna! I've got some of that information you wanted on time or dimension travel..." Jen's cheery voice brightened my day somewhat. Though I kind of dreaded telling her what was going on.
"Jen, about that...." I started and launched into a detailed explanation of everything that happened, not leaving out anything, no matter how embarrassing it was to tell.
"...and that's what happened." I finished with a sigh, glad that I had gotten everything off of my chest.
I could almost hear Jen blinking as she soaked everything in that I had revealed to her. "Duo's gay?"
"Jen!" If I were an anime character, I'd probably have a rather large sweat-drop on my head. "I've told you everything, and all you can think of is Duo's sexual preference?" I hissed that last part and closed the door to the room I was in, so no one could 'accidentally' overhear my conversation.
"Hehe, sorry."
Grinning, I have to admit that Jen's insanity is equal to mine.
"It's ok. I suppose it was too much to throw on you at once..."
"Stop second guessing yourself! Besides, it was thrown on you all at once, too. I can handle it." Jen said, trying to comfort me; and I smiled. She was always trying to take care of everyone.
"Have you eaten anything?" She asked me, continuing along the lines of being a mother hen.
"I don't know! I can't remember. Why do you want to know, anyways?"
"Because I'm curious." Well, Jen's right about that, at least. She's as curious as I am about everything.
"Oh, alright. I had s'more poptarts and Pepsi."
"De… you know caffeine is bad for you."
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
"But the poptart's awesome because s'more poptarts are one of my favorite kinds! Besides the brownsugar and cinnamon ones or strawberry ones with sprinkles…"
"Enough with the food, Jen. You're always trying to make me fat or something."
Rolling my eyes at my friend, I decide we should actually get back to a topic which is at least *partly* relative. "Anyway, let's get back to the subject at hand."
"K." She paused for a moment and then, "Are there really anime characters in your house? Are they bishouneny? Ahh, I'd bet Roxy would like to see them."
Laughing at the rate Jen was talking, I could only shake my head at her antics. "I bet she would too."
"I'd like to see them…. And drool over them and… Are you *sure* Duo's gay?" Jen's voice trailed off and I knew she was having fantasies (PG-13 fantasies at most, Jen is *quite* innocent) of what she would do to the boys.
"Quite sure, and they *are* people, you know." I replied dryly and she just laughed sheepishly.
"So how did Brian cope?" Jen asked me, changing the subject. "Did he sit and stare at them like they were idols or did he attack them with questions about mecha?"
"He said he was going to murder Duo and steal Deathscythe." The mirth in my voice told her how likely I thought *that* to be.
"I bet he would, he's crazy enough to do that, you know."
"Yeah, but I asked Brian where he'd put it and he just kind of deflated. He was very upset that he couldn't have it."
"I dunno… you should keep an eye on Brian, I wouldn't put it past him." Jen and Brian don't really get along; they're too different. Brian plays tricks on Jen a lot so she thinks that he always has ulterior motives.
"Sure…" I sighed, "But for now, I've got to go. Wouldn't want any of the children to hurt themselves doing something stupid, now do we?" Wow, I'm certainly in a pretty depressing mood today, better shake it and do the happy thing.
"Alright, bye. Good luck." Jen said and then hung up the phone.
A little smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "Thanks." I whispered to the room and then hung up the phone. Deciding against going back to the kitchen and being lectured some more, I went out my bedroom window to the roof. Swinging to the ground, I wandered over to a shady spot in my back yard and sat down cross-legged.
Placing my hands on my legs comfortably, I closed my eyes and breathed in the scents of nature deeply. A breeze came up, rustling the leaves on the trees. Smiling, I tilted my head into the wind and enjoyed the play of it on my face.
Deciding against normal meditation today, I go deeper into myself, into my own world, which I have so painstakingly created. It looked much like a rural part of the real world, with a forest of trees, a giant glen with a lake in the middle of the forest, and some rolling hills beyond the forest.
The only abnormal things about my little world are the inhabitants of it. One of them in particular, I want to speak to. Wandering among the trees, I hold out a hand and feel the rough bark lightly under my fingers and smile. It took me a while to create this and I'm proud of it, the sounds, the sights, the feelings… every part of the senses claimed my world existed, but it didn't.
Not on the normal plane of reality, anyway.
The soft sound of leaves being rustled made me turn around with an expression of great happiness on my face, and there he was. Arius; my confidant, mentor, therapist and oldest friend... He was also a unicorn. Large and muscled, though still slender and sleek, he was a vision of white and silver.
"Hello, Arius." I spoke softly.
~You're depressed.~ He replied, his voice sounding like bubbling streams and pure light in my mind.
"You know what happened. I have reason to be, don't you think?" Dropping to the soft forest floor, I curled my legs under me. Arius walked over and laid down at my side.
~You said you would fix things, and you aren't at fault just because someone else thinks something happened but didn't.~ Continuing to calm my frazzled mind and nerves, his voice was so soothing that I leaned against his side.
Stroking his silky coat under my fingers, I sighed. "I can't help but feel as though I ruined something precious... they belong to eachother."
~No.~ Arius replied, turning his head so that I could stare into his eyes which were a blue-green color. ~They are like you, these boys from another world. There is something wild in them that will never belong to anything or anyone. But those two lovers belong *together*.~
"Yeah..." I whisper and I'm about to say something else when Arius' ear flickers as though he hears something.
~You have visitors in reality.~
Sighing, I give him a pat on the neck in thanks and leave. My friend always helps me to straighten my thoughts.
Back in reality, my ears twitch slightly as they do when a sound suddenly comes through silence. Opening my eyes, I see Trowa standing in front of me, Quatre a few feet behind him.
Slowly, warily, I unfold my legs from beneath me and stand.
Trowa's eyes were like death and his voice steel. "You like Quatre as...?"
"A brother." I replied firmly, making myself look into his eyes and not shut down emotionally myself.
"You're not related."
"Confirmation of the soul is more binding than a random sperm donation."
"How do I know you're not lying?" Trowa looked at me with traces of suspicion in his eyes and only Quatre knows how much I wanted to smack his boyfriend upside the head. Hard.
"I swear to my God and my Goddess, upon my very life, that I do not feel anything beyond friendship and sisterly feelings towards one Quatre Raberba Winner." Cocking an eyebrow at Trowa, I couldn't keep the exasperated tone out of my voice. "Was that enough for you?"
"Yes." Trowa replied, a small smile on his face.
"Thank you! Now, future brother-in-law," I said, giving him a little glare. "What's to say you aren't going to hurt Quatre, hmm?"
Trowa had the chance to blink once and open his mouth before Quatre hastily pulled him out of the yard and back into the house. I think Trowa was about to say something potentially embarrassing, though I could be wrong.
Doubt it.
The speed at which Quatre was backpedaling was a dead giveaway.
You know... I think they can still be normal teenage boys after all. Or maybe that's just the way they act when they're around me. Wonder if that's a good thing....
Siren Alecto: Hope you all like this chapter, there wasn't as much excitement in this chapter as some other ones, but it was certainly interesting to write. Thanks SO much to those who review; I really appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. It's probably going to take a while for the next chapter to come out because I don't know what I want to have happen in it.
Eiryn: Do you EVER know what you want to happen?
Siren Alecto: Sometimes….
Eiryn: Suuuuuure ::looks at her suspiciously::
Siren Alecto: Now just isn't one of those times.
Eiryn: Whatever. ::turns to audience:: Oi! Anyone who has something that they want to happen, just shout out and I'll see what I can do, k? Or if you just want Amy and Wufei to have more funny arguments…
Siren Alecto: Yeah, I think I'll plug some more of those in somewhere.
Eiryn: And please review, it is like ambrosia to us! ^_~
Warning: There are boy-boy pairings and references in this fic. If you don't like that sort of thing, stop reading now. If you do, enjoy!
~ mind to mind speaking ~
Time Warp, by Siren Alecto
Chapter 7 –Jealousy
Waking up to garishly bright sunlight, I realized that Quatre and I were still curled around eachother on the couch. Shaking his shoulder lightly, I whispered in his ear. "Quatre... wake up and deal with your boyfriend. I've never seen someone's aura turn green from jealousy before."
Waking slowly, he raised a hand to wipe the sleep from his eyes. "Wha...?"
Rolling my eyes, I pointed to Trowa, who was standing about 4 feet away, frozen in shock. Probably still trying to decide if he could attack me and get away unscathed.
Actually, if we were really fighting, I have no idea. I'd probably be a little less worried about the side affects of the magic I used then the here-and-now issues. Like surviving an angry assassin who's out for my blood.
Quatre finally blinked out of his stupor and felt his boyfriend's anger. Actually, this was *way* beyond anger or jealousy, I think Quatre and I were really in for it. Even though we didn't do anything.
Clenching his jaw so tightly that I could see his face muscles straining, he proudly turned on his heel and strode away. Quatre threw back the covers and tumbled off the couch, his legs having fallen slightly asleep. Quickly rubbing some circulation into them, he ran off in search of his beloved.
Good luck... Trowa needs to have it drilled into his head that Quatre isn't going to leave him, *especially* not for me! He's like my brother! You know, I like Trowa; for all that he thinks he's unworthy of Quatre. And that he believes I'm his rival.
Rolling off the couch myself, I stretch my arms in the air, hearing my back crack and sigh. Padding barefooted into the kitchen, I get a glass of Pepsi and my normal s'more poptart. Lots of sugar with a side of caffeine for my breakfast, that's my secret to being awake and not... uh.... too bitchy.
Because I think I'll need it for today.
"What are you trying to do?" Wufei came out of nowhere and sat down giving me this "I'm-disappointed-in-you" look.
Swallowing the mouthful of poptart I had, I took a sip of my Pepsi to wash it down. "Excuse me?"
"Trowa storming out of the house, showing more anger than I've ever seen from him. Quatre chasing after his lover and trying to get Trowa to listen to an explanation. Somehow I get the feeling it all centers around you. So what are you trying to do?"
"I'm not trying to do anything! Quatre and I were talking last night and fell asleep.
Why you think that Quatre would be interested me is beyond my comprehension and the thought that Quatre would leave Trowa is ludicrous!" I exploded I admit that I did. But it was just getting so annoying.
"Are you even sure Quatre's interested in girls that way?" I snapped at Wufei and he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Are you sure that he's not?"
"Wufei... Quatre loves Trowa. I'm not talking about infatuation, or lust. I'm talking about *true* love here, k? It wouldn't matter to Quatre if Trowa was a boy, girl or circus bear. He wouldn't just decide to have an affair or leave him." Rubbing my temples, I gave him a pleading look. Let him believe me... Just... let someone believe me.
"If that is the case... Trowa's jealousy might be the thing which tears apart their relationship."
"It all stems from insecurity." I said softly, wondering how I could fix this. After all, it was my fault there was something to fix in the first place.
"What are you planning on doing?"
"I'll talk to him later. If I have to use magic in self-defense, it will just probably make matters worse." Taking another bite of my poptart, I chewed thoughtfully.
"Probably." Wufei blew stray strand of hair out of his face in frustration. I never realized how cute that gesture looks when someone does it.
I will never have hair short enough to do that again. I *hate* when people say I do something cute. I get the feeling that Wufei does too. If anyone's ever dared to tell him when he's being cute before.
Amy sitting down across the table from me snapped me out of my reverie. Stifling a yawn, she apparently noticed the tension in the room. Whoo-hoo, good for her. "What's going on?"
"Trowa thinks that Quatre is having an affair with Deanna." Wufei said as he poured himself a bowl of cereal. It was the nutritious stuff with no flavor, might I add.
"Well, that was certainly blunt."
My raven-haired tormentor raised an eyebrow at me. "Did you want me to lie?"
"It would have been nice..." I muttered under my breath.
Rubbing her ears, Amy gave a look. "Did I hear that correctly?"
"Yup." Finishing my poptart, I sipped at my drink.
"Well, you told Trowa that he was mistaken, right?"
Wincing slightly, I avoided looking at Amy.
"Oh my God..." She whispered and then smacked me in the head.
"Ow! It's not what you think, dammit!" Glaring at Amy, I cursed my fate. "Quatre and I were talking last night and fell asleep on the couch. When I woke, Trowa was there and thought something happened. I woke Quatre up right away but Trowa left before we could say anything. Then Quatre ran after him. End of story."
"You have made a big mess today." Amy told me, her eyes boring holes into me.
"I seem to be able to do that pretty well, don't I?" I spat out with some bitterness. "But don't worry, I fix what I break." Putting my dishes in the washer with quick, angry movements, I left to take a shower. Some privacy where I could think...
Making a quick stop to my room, I grabbed a change of clothes for the day and locked myself in the bathroom before anyone could take it from me.
Turning on the shower, I waited for it to get to the perfect temperature, hot and just shy of scalding. When it did, I shed my clothing and stepped under the water. Grabbing soap and making a thick lather, I cleansed my skin and at the same time let my mind drift.
Murphy's Law... it says "Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong" and it's the perfect explanation to my life. I spend most of my time trying to fix what's accidentally gone wrong, like what happened this morning. I really should start warning people about my curse but they wouldn't believe me. Though it *is* why I have a sign on my door which says 'Occupant under Murphy's Law'.
Sighing, I lean my forehead against the tiled wall and let the hot water cascade down my back. This morning, I had unintentionally damaged something precious and very, very pure. Unfortunately, it's something I've managed to do before, and quite often at that. I break things all too easily… and the stupid part is, I didn't do any of them on purpose.
Eyes hardening in determination, I grabbed the shampoo bottle and quickly worked it into my hair. I may have damaged it, but I *will* fix it. And this will make them stronger as a couple.
Rinsing all traces of shampoo out, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, I efficiently wipe all the water from my body and dry my hair some before I throw on my clothes. Today's careless dress features a black short-sleeves shirt with a wolf design on the front in white, gray and silver. The outfit is accessorized by blue jeans and nothing on the feet. Plus the normal jewelry worn.
Smiling at my own insanity inside my head, I unlock the door and throw the towel into the hamper. Stepping out into the hallway, I was caught off guard as the phone rang. Picking up one of the ones upstairs, I answered with my usual, "Yellow?"
"Deanna! I've got some of that information you wanted on time or dimension travel..." Jen's cheery voice brightened my day somewhat. Though I kind of dreaded telling her what was going on.
"Jen, about that...." I started and launched into a detailed explanation of everything that happened, not leaving out anything, no matter how embarrassing it was to tell.
"...and that's what happened." I finished with a sigh, glad that I had gotten everything off of my chest.
I could almost hear Jen blinking as she soaked everything in that I had revealed to her. "Duo's gay?"
"Jen!" If I were an anime character, I'd probably have a rather large sweat-drop on my head. "I've told you everything, and all you can think of is Duo's sexual preference?" I hissed that last part and closed the door to the room I was in, so no one could 'accidentally' overhear my conversation.
"Hehe, sorry."
Grinning, I have to admit that Jen's insanity is equal to mine.
"It's ok. I suppose it was too much to throw on you at once..."
"Stop second guessing yourself! Besides, it was thrown on you all at once, too. I can handle it." Jen said, trying to comfort me; and I smiled. She was always trying to take care of everyone.
"Have you eaten anything?" She asked me, continuing along the lines of being a mother hen.
"I don't know! I can't remember. Why do you want to know, anyways?"
"Because I'm curious." Well, Jen's right about that, at least. She's as curious as I am about everything.
"Oh, alright. I had s'more poptarts and Pepsi."
"De… you know caffeine is bad for you."
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
"But the poptart's awesome because s'more poptarts are one of my favorite kinds! Besides the brownsugar and cinnamon ones or strawberry ones with sprinkles…"
"Enough with the food, Jen. You're always trying to make me fat or something."
Rolling my eyes at my friend, I decide we should actually get back to a topic which is at least *partly* relative. "Anyway, let's get back to the subject at hand."
"K." She paused for a moment and then, "Are there really anime characters in your house? Are they bishouneny? Ahh, I'd bet Roxy would like to see them."
Laughing at the rate Jen was talking, I could only shake my head at her antics. "I bet she would too."
"I'd like to see them…. And drool over them and… Are you *sure* Duo's gay?" Jen's voice trailed off and I knew she was having fantasies (PG-13 fantasies at most, Jen is *quite* innocent) of what she would do to the boys.
"Quite sure, and they *are* people, you know." I replied dryly and she just laughed sheepishly.
"So how did Brian cope?" Jen asked me, changing the subject. "Did he sit and stare at them like they were idols or did he attack them with questions about mecha?"
"He said he was going to murder Duo and steal Deathscythe." The mirth in my voice told her how likely I thought *that* to be.
"I bet he would, he's crazy enough to do that, you know."
"Yeah, but I asked Brian where he'd put it and he just kind of deflated. He was very upset that he couldn't have it."
"I dunno… you should keep an eye on Brian, I wouldn't put it past him." Jen and Brian don't really get along; they're too different. Brian plays tricks on Jen a lot so she thinks that he always has ulterior motives.
"Sure…" I sighed, "But for now, I've got to go. Wouldn't want any of the children to hurt themselves doing something stupid, now do we?" Wow, I'm certainly in a pretty depressing mood today, better shake it and do the happy thing.
"Alright, bye. Good luck." Jen said and then hung up the phone.
A little smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "Thanks." I whispered to the room and then hung up the phone. Deciding against going back to the kitchen and being lectured some more, I went out my bedroom window to the roof. Swinging to the ground, I wandered over to a shady spot in my back yard and sat down cross-legged.
Placing my hands on my legs comfortably, I closed my eyes and breathed in the scents of nature deeply. A breeze came up, rustling the leaves on the trees. Smiling, I tilted my head into the wind and enjoyed the play of it on my face.
Deciding against normal meditation today, I go deeper into myself, into my own world, which I have so painstakingly created. It looked much like a rural part of the real world, with a forest of trees, a giant glen with a lake in the middle of the forest, and some rolling hills beyond the forest.
The only abnormal things about my little world are the inhabitants of it. One of them in particular, I want to speak to. Wandering among the trees, I hold out a hand and feel the rough bark lightly under my fingers and smile. It took me a while to create this and I'm proud of it, the sounds, the sights, the feelings… every part of the senses claimed my world existed, but it didn't.
Not on the normal plane of reality, anyway.
The soft sound of leaves being rustled made me turn around with an expression of great happiness on my face, and there he was. Arius; my confidant, mentor, therapist and oldest friend... He was also a unicorn. Large and muscled, though still slender and sleek, he was a vision of white and silver.
"Hello, Arius." I spoke softly.
~You're depressed.~ He replied, his voice sounding like bubbling streams and pure light in my mind.
"You know what happened. I have reason to be, don't you think?" Dropping to the soft forest floor, I curled my legs under me. Arius walked over and laid down at my side.
~You said you would fix things, and you aren't at fault just because someone else thinks something happened but didn't.~ Continuing to calm my frazzled mind and nerves, his voice was so soothing that I leaned against his side.
Stroking his silky coat under my fingers, I sighed. "I can't help but feel as though I ruined something precious... they belong to eachother."
~No.~ Arius replied, turning his head so that I could stare into his eyes which were a blue-green color. ~They are like you, these boys from another world. There is something wild in them that will never belong to anything or anyone. But those two lovers belong *together*.~
"Yeah..." I whisper and I'm about to say something else when Arius' ear flickers as though he hears something.
~You have visitors in reality.~
Sighing, I give him a pat on the neck in thanks and leave. My friend always helps me to straighten my thoughts.
Back in reality, my ears twitch slightly as they do when a sound suddenly comes through silence. Opening my eyes, I see Trowa standing in front of me, Quatre a few feet behind him.
Slowly, warily, I unfold my legs from beneath me and stand.
Trowa's eyes were like death and his voice steel. "You like Quatre as...?"
"A brother." I replied firmly, making myself look into his eyes and not shut down emotionally myself.
"You're not related."
"Confirmation of the soul is more binding than a random sperm donation."
"How do I know you're not lying?" Trowa looked at me with traces of suspicion in his eyes and only Quatre knows how much I wanted to smack his boyfriend upside the head. Hard.
"I swear to my God and my Goddess, upon my very life, that I do not feel anything beyond friendship and sisterly feelings towards one Quatre Raberba Winner." Cocking an eyebrow at Trowa, I couldn't keep the exasperated tone out of my voice. "Was that enough for you?"
"Yes." Trowa replied, a small smile on his face.
"Thank you! Now, future brother-in-law," I said, giving him a little glare. "What's to say you aren't going to hurt Quatre, hmm?"
Trowa had the chance to blink once and open his mouth before Quatre hastily pulled him out of the yard and back into the house. I think Trowa was about to say something potentially embarrassing, though I could be wrong.
Doubt it.
The speed at which Quatre was backpedaling was a dead giveaway.
You know... I think they can still be normal teenage boys after all. Or maybe that's just the way they act when they're around me. Wonder if that's a good thing....
Siren Alecto: Hope you all like this chapter, there wasn't as much excitement in this chapter as some other ones, but it was certainly interesting to write. Thanks SO much to those who review; I really appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. It's probably going to take a while for the next chapter to come out because I don't know what I want to have happen in it.
Eiryn: Do you EVER know what you want to happen?
Siren Alecto: Sometimes….
Eiryn: Suuuuuure ::looks at her suspiciously::
Siren Alecto: Now just isn't one of those times.
Eiryn: Whatever. ::turns to audience:: Oi! Anyone who has something that they want to happen, just shout out and I'll see what I can do, k? Or if you just want Amy and Wufei to have more funny arguments…
Siren Alecto: Yeah, I think I'll plug some more of those in somewhere.
Eiryn: And please review, it is like ambrosia to us! ^_~