This one didn't take me that long to write- but it took me FOREVER to type!
Anyway- replies!:
ANIME WRITER KARICA: AHH... romance- well- little bits and pieces, I guess! Poor Quatre is left with a Trowa who doesn't remember him... [sniff] but- this chapter is LONGER than the other two- but not THAT much longer. I'm workin' on it, though!
ROCKY: Gosh- how I hash this out?! [hides her head] don't put so much responsibility on me! [cries]
RYOUBAKURAFAN013: Ah... the water part. Um... have you heard that music box melody in Cowboy Bebop? "Stella by Moor"? I dunno- I just sorta could imagine Quatre humming that song... [shrug] sounded good at the time!
General Note: Um... this part is longer- and um... yeah!
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'...': thoughts
Tell Me This...: Lost Past
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The boy's hands trembled from their places against Trowa's back; Quatre stepped away- almost unable to control himself. Trowa's words had stung and they kept ringing in his ears.
"But I don't even know you." He shivered; the dark green orbs watching him, contorting in worry. "Are you alright?" Trowa asked, taking one of the boy's hands in his. Quatre was trembling- tears were instantly transforming into sadness- and his legs were threatening to fall out from under him.
"Go-"The teenager chocked out as bravely as he could. "Gomen nasai..." He pushed away from 03; a million things were going through his mind- and being touched by the body he craved wasn't helping... The thought that the soul he'd fallen in love with being gone seemed only an illusion.
"How could this happen..?" Quatre whispered unknowingly, his gaze lost- eyes fixated on the white sands beneath them. The person in front of him reached out, tipping the Arabian's face up to look at him.
"Please don't cry." His voice was oddly soft- and the tone sent chills down Quatre's spine.
'It's not him... it's not.' Tears started to rain along his velvet cheeks- 03 frowning softly.
"I'm sorry I don't know you." He whispered. Quatre couldn't take it anymore. He jerked away, turning around and using Sandrock's near distance to his advantage. He slid down the side of the mecha- feet instantly taking him into a run across the sand. But it was useless. The soft sand made it virtually impossible and he'd only gone over a bluff- hiding him from Trowa- before he fell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
'Trowa...' His slender arms wrapped around his body, trying to comfort his shaking form. He felt his heart in his throat- it was hard to breathe; he couldn't think- a million scenarios were flying in his mind; it was happening too fast- it was like time was standing still.
His body was tensing- he couldn't breathe- and the small form fell on its side- unconscious.
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The teenager awoke to the smell of something roasting- and he smiled lightly to himself. Animalistic instincts flooded through him; his stomach growled in hungry pain.
'That smells wonderful.' He licked his lips, feeling warmth radiating fro his left side, a fire's heat licking his skin softly. Sighing, his light eyes opened to look up at the dark vastness of the sky where small diamonds sparkled against the plane.
'It's so beautiful- space...' He smiled lightly- but it faded slowly. 'But all the fighting... and I- I was sent to kill people.' He closed his eyes again. 'I was sent down to kill people with-'
"Trowa..." Quatre sat up, mind jumping from place to place. What happened? How did he get there? How long had he been there? Where was-
"I was wondering how long you would sleep." A teenager said, Trowa was sitting next to him, rotating a stick over a make shift fire, four fish speared through it.
"Oh..." Quatre whispered, looking down. Trowa was wearing no shirt- it had been underneath the blond to avoid the bitter sand that he might get in his face.
"I'm sorry about earlier- you got really upset." The teenager seemed to talk to him in much more open ease. "I guess this Trowa you say I am was really important to you."
The Arabian crossed his legs Indian-style, starring down at the white sand reflecting the colors of the fire in front of him. "Hai."
"I- I wish there was something I could do for you. You seem like a very kind person to care so much for whoever that was." The blond looked up at the person besides him; he looked like Trowa- it WAS Trowa- but the way the two talked... the way they carried themselves. The way this new one was so open and didn't SEEM to want to shield his thoughts and emotions. But Quatre couldn't judge- he'd found out about the apparent amnesia and he'd collapsed.
"Thank you." He whispered when Trowa slid two of the fishes off the roasting spear and onto a large leaf that he handed the smaller male. The two ate in silence for several minutes- Quatre neatly ripping pieces off with his fingers, Trowa eating directly from the spear, until Trowa finally spoke.
"I don't remember anything." The two were starring out at the horizon where the dark sky met the blue sea. "I woke up in that machine and didn't know how to move it." He took another bite from his fish. And then I heard your voice and I tried all I could to figure out how to talk to you." Quatre looked to the young man whose gaze was focused far away. "You sounded sad." The blonde's eyes found their way to the other male's. "I don't know why, but I don't want to make you cry. Something inside me keeps bringing up your face- yelling at me to take care of you and never let you get hurt. And I don't even know your name."
"Quatre." He said softly- the camp fire light reflecting in the green orbs that watched him. The other teenager smiled lightly.
"Nice to meet you, Quatre. Now I can put a name to the face." Tension was building in the blonde's chest- the features of the brunette would always be the same, but the train of thought was different. His light eyes looked away, glancing down at his unfinished fish.
"So my name is Trowa?" The man was trying as hard as he could to keep the conversation going.
"Well- Trowa was a name you adopted. You never knew your true name." Quatre was trying to relax, but it was a ghost of Trowa besides him.
"Can I keep this name, then?"
"I suppose."
"Tomorrow- can you tell me about me? If it's alright?" The Arabian nodded softly, pushing the leaf with the fish corpse away from him.
"Hai." He closed his eyes. Relive the memory of Trowa when he might have lost him all ready? It was probably going to hurt him more than anything.
"Quatre?" The deep blue orbs slid back open. He looked to the other male who had slid slightly close to him. "Oyasumi." He whispered, leaning forward, taking the smaller teenager in a gentle kiss.
'Trowa...!' The boy internally whimpered- a plea for more. But the man pulled away, lying on the sand next to him.
"That voice in my head has wanted to do that for a long time." Quatre's cheeks flushed a soft pink as he watched the teenager slip into sleep, his figure curling softly against him for warmth.
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No updates till I get 15 reviews! [blows kisses]
ANIME WRITER KARICA: AHH... romance- well- little bits and pieces, I guess! Poor Quatre is left with a Trowa who doesn't remember him... [sniff] but- this chapter is LONGER than the other two- but not THAT much longer. I'm workin' on it, though!
ROCKY: Gosh- how I hash this out?! [hides her head] don't put so much responsibility on me! [cries]
RYOUBAKURAFAN013: Ah... the water part. Um... have you heard that music box melody in Cowboy Bebop? "Stella by Moor"? I dunno- I just sorta could imagine Quatre humming that song... [shrug] sounded good at the time!
General Note: Um... this part is longer- and um... yeah!
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'...': thoughts
Tell Me This...: Lost Past
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The boy's hands trembled from their places against Trowa's back; Quatre stepped away- almost unable to control himself. Trowa's words had stung and they kept ringing in his ears.
"But I don't even know you." He shivered; the dark green orbs watching him, contorting in worry. "Are you alright?" Trowa asked, taking one of the boy's hands in his. Quatre was trembling- tears were instantly transforming into sadness- and his legs were threatening to fall out from under him.
"Go-"The teenager chocked out as bravely as he could. "Gomen nasai..." He pushed away from 03; a million things were going through his mind- and being touched by the body he craved wasn't helping... The thought that the soul he'd fallen in love with being gone seemed only an illusion.
"How could this happen..?" Quatre whispered unknowingly, his gaze lost- eyes fixated on the white sands beneath them. The person in front of him reached out, tipping the Arabian's face up to look at him.
"Please don't cry." His voice was oddly soft- and the tone sent chills down Quatre's spine.
'It's not him... it's not.' Tears started to rain along his velvet cheeks- 03 frowning softly.
"I'm sorry I don't know you." He whispered. Quatre couldn't take it anymore. He jerked away, turning around and using Sandrock's near distance to his advantage. He slid down the side of the mecha- feet instantly taking him into a run across the sand. But it was useless. The soft sand made it virtually impossible and he'd only gone over a bluff- hiding him from Trowa- before he fell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
'Trowa...' His slender arms wrapped around his body, trying to comfort his shaking form. He felt his heart in his throat- it was hard to breathe; he couldn't think- a million scenarios were flying in his mind; it was happening too fast- it was like time was standing still.
His body was tensing- he couldn't breathe- and the small form fell on its side- unconscious.
~*~*~
The teenager awoke to the smell of something roasting- and he smiled lightly to himself. Animalistic instincts flooded through him; his stomach growled in hungry pain.
'That smells wonderful.' He licked his lips, feeling warmth radiating fro his left side, a fire's heat licking his skin softly. Sighing, his light eyes opened to look up at the dark vastness of the sky where small diamonds sparkled against the plane.
'It's so beautiful- space...' He smiled lightly- but it faded slowly. 'But all the fighting... and I- I was sent to kill people.' He closed his eyes again. 'I was sent down to kill people with-'
"Trowa..." Quatre sat up, mind jumping from place to place. What happened? How did he get there? How long had he been there? Where was-
"I was wondering how long you would sleep." A teenager said, Trowa was sitting next to him, rotating a stick over a make shift fire, four fish speared through it.
"Oh..." Quatre whispered, looking down. Trowa was wearing no shirt- it had been underneath the blond to avoid the bitter sand that he might get in his face.
"I'm sorry about earlier- you got really upset." The teenager seemed to talk to him in much more open ease. "I guess this Trowa you say I am was really important to you."
The Arabian crossed his legs Indian-style, starring down at the white sand reflecting the colors of the fire in front of him. "Hai."
"I- I wish there was something I could do for you. You seem like a very kind person to care so much for whoever that was." The blond looked up at the person besides him; he looked like Trowa- it WAS Trowa- but the way the two talked... the way they carried themselves. The way this new one was so open and didn't SEEM to want to shield his thoughts and emotions. But Quatre couldn't judge- he'd found out about the apparent amnesia and he'd collapsed.
"Thank you." He whispered when Trowa slid two of the fishes off the roasting spear and onto a large leaf that he handed the smaller male. The two ate in silence for several minutes- Quatre neatly ripping pieces off with his fingers, Trowa eating directly from the spear, until Trowa finally spoke.
"I don't remember anything." The two were starring out at the horizon where the dark sky met the blue sea. "I woke up in that machine and didn't know how to move it." He took another bite from his fish. And then I heard your voice and I tried all I could to figure out how to talk to you." Quatre looked to the young man whose gaze was focused far away. "You sounded sad." The blonde's eyes found their way to the other male's. "I don't know why, but I don't want to make you cry. Something inside me keeps bringing up your face- yelling at me to take care of you and never let you get hurt. And I don't even know your name."
"Quatre." He said softly- the camp fire light reflecting in the green orbs that watched him. The other teenager smiled lightly.
"Nice to meet you, Quatre. Now I can put a name to the face." Tension was building in the blonde's chest- the features of the brunette would always be the same, but the train of thought was different. His light eyes looked away, glancing down at his unfinished fish.
"So my name is Trowa?" The man was trying as hard as he could to keep the conversation going.
"Well- Trowa was a name you adopted. You never knew your true name." Quatre was trying to relax, but it was a ghost of Trowa besides him.
"Can I keep this name, then?"
"I suppose."
"Tomorrow- can you tell me about me? If it's alright?" The Arabian nodded softly, pushing the leaf with the fish corpse away from him.
"Hai." He closed his eyes. Relive the memory of Trowa when he might have lost him all ready? It was probably going to hurt him more than anything.
"Quatre?" The deep blue orbs slid back open. He looked to the other male who had slid slightly close to him. "Oyasumi." He whispered, leaning forward, taking the smaller teenager in a gentle kiss.
'Trowa...!' The boy internally whimpered- a plea for more. But the man pulled away, lying on the sand next to him.
"That voice in my head has wanted to do that for a long time." Quatre's cheeks flushed a soft pink as he watched the teenager slip into sleep, his figure curling softly against him for warmth.
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No updates till I get 15 reviews! [blows kisses]