Little Star



Chapter2: The Night

By: Akira006

Disclaimer: I do not own the G Guys!!



Akira006: :parties like I said we would do before and after each chapter: YO-YO!!

Trowa, Wufei, Heero, Quatre, Duo, and everyone else: :parties too:

Akira: I'm on the second chapter! Go me, go me!

Everyone: Go, go, go Akira! It's your birthday! We gunna party like it's your birthday!

Akira: :giggles and runs around:

Trowa: ///_^ :huggles Akira:

Akira: O.O :huggles back: ^_^! Let's get this part started!



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We were all hanging out at a club. I had never been to a club before. There had been quite a few near where I used to live, but I had never gone in. Strangely, I felt as though safe here. The flashing lights and loud music and constant action seemed all familiar.

"Here," Trowa said as he handed me a drink, his own in his other hand.

"Thank you." I stared at the liquid for a while and watched Trowa take sips out of his. This would also be my first drink. I had also, however, seen a lot of drinking where I used to live. Not wanting to have the memories come up again, I quickly took a big sip of the drink. It both burned and cooled as it slid down my throat. I looked at Trowa and smiled, feeling happy for the first time in a long time.

He smiled back, "Good?" He asked, assuming that was why I was smiling.

I nodded while still smiling like an idiot who was high on life. I looked at the dance floor where couples were dancing. Their form of dancing was all new and exotic to me as well. I had never been to a dance before and never saw very much of it except ballet on TV. I felt like an alien in this world, since I knew nothing about anything here.

Trowa took my drink and his and set them both by Catherine and the other to watch. He then took my elbow and led me out onto the dance floor. "You wanted to dance?" He asked over the music.

"Yes," I replied because I really had wanted to dance, but also I did not at all want to dance. I didn't want to because . . .

Trowa was already dancing, and I just stood there smiling sheepishly and watching him. He smiled and looked at me curiously when I wasn't dancing. "What's wrong?" He asked. I didn't answer because. "Are you afraid to dance with people watching?" He asked.

"No," I answered.

"Do you not want to dance with me?" He tried again.

I shook my head, "No!" I didn't want him to think that at all.

"Then what?" He asked.

I looked down, embarrassed and whispered my answer.

"What?" He leaned forward to hear me better. I repeated it. "What?!" He asked again, still not able to hear me.

"I can't dance!" I yelled at him but soon regretted it incase someone might hear. I looked at the people around us suspiciously.

"You can't dance?" He repeated. I nodded. "Yes, you can," He objected.

I shook my head. Didn't he understand? "No, I can't."

Trowa grinned and repeated his statement yet again, "Yes, you can." I sighed heavily. He was hopeless. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him.

"Trowa! What are you doing?!" I nearly screamed at him, feeling the fear grip me when he touched me.

He was smiling still. "Teaching you to dance."

I felt my heart race in my chest at being close to him. I could feel the heat of his hands on my hips through my jeans, but unlike another, he was gentle and did nothing but move me with him so I was dancing with him. I looked down in amazement, not sure how I was dancing with him or how my hips and legs and body moved with music. I smiled broadly and felt proud of myself. I felt proud of myself!

Trowa's hands soon didn't have any pressure on them to move me. I put my hands over his and smiled up at him and mouthed, 'Thank you.' He grinned and nodded a 'You're welcome.' It had been about three songs of dancing non-stop, and Trowa pulled me off the dance floor over to where Catherine and the others were. "I needed a drink," He explained when we got there. I nodded and looked back out on the dance floor before back at Trowa. First guy I ever drank with. First guy I ever danced with.

Trowa noticed me staring at him and grinned, "What?"

"Nothing, nothing," I replied. "Just thinking." Trowa chuckled lightly, and we continued to look at each other with smiles permanently locked in our faces. He took a step towards me, and I looked up at his face which still loomed over my own like the first time we met. He leaned down, and I knew what he was going to do. My head instinctively moved back a few inches from his. He smiled. "Afraid of me?" He asked in a hushed whisper.

"No," I replied with eyes looking up at him. He again made a move to kiss me, and this time I held my ground. I felt the same fear as at the dance floor grip me again, and I grabbed Trowa's arm, my hand gripping his shirt tightly. His tongue easily slipped into my mouth, and I didn't stop him. I both was and wasn't afraid of him. No, I wasn't afraid of him. I was afraid of the pain that lies in old memories. His tongue melted over mine. I was so afraid.

I broke the kiss and looked down at the ground. Trowa took a small step back, but I still held his shirt tightly. I didn't want him to leave me, but I also was afraid to be near him. I laid my body against him, and he wrapped an arm around me. He seemed to somehow understand I was in pain. It was as though he sensed it. First guy to kiss me without hurting me . . .

We soon left the club and went home. It was indeed a night to remember. I stayed outside for a while, looking up at the stars. Trowa and Catherine had already gone inside to get ready for bed. I sat down and sighed heavily. Why did he do this to me?! Why couldn't I forget this?! Oh God, why?!

I had already gotten away from them. Why, oh, why were they still haunting me? I'll never live a life without those scars. I'll never forgive them for what they did to me. I'll never love them.

"Thinking again, little star?" I laughed lightly and smiled, trying to hold back the tears. Trowa sat by me without asking why I was crying. We both sat there in silence. The tears slowly fell one by one down my cheeks, and I waited to feel a hand strike me across the face for sobbing like a little child. Instead, a hand wiped away my tears and helped me to my feet, taking me inside the apartment.

Trowa took me to my room and laid me down in the bed. He pulled the covers up under my chin and placed a kiss on my forehead. I felt safe in this house with these people. I turned on my side and closed my eyes sleeping my first night with a dream of the past to wake me up. Trowa sat by my bed until I was asleep I think for I didn't feel him leave that night and didn't see him next to me that morning.



A/N: Gunna stop this chapter here! I'm having fun with this story!

Trowa: ///_O descriptive scenes with kissing and holding . . . :gulp:

Akira: lol! Yea that's why it's R and also cuz of some things to come which I can't say!

Trowa: :looks around scared:

Akira: :parties unaware of Trowa's fear: R+R people! I do have Funky Chunky Flying Monkeys!