Wow! Finally! I haven't worked on this in way too long! Anyway, for you few who have read the last chapter and that one girl who sent me that e-mail so long ago here's the next chapter…or two…
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Wounded Angel
Quatre had seen him before. He was tall with piercing green eyes. His hair was strangely kept in the fact that his bangs always covered half his face. Lately that boy had been watching him. Quatre could tell. Those green eyes would follow him everywhere.
Looking up from his homework in lunch, Quatre noticed the boy staring at him again. He shifted uncomfortably and returned to his work. What was it with him? As much as Quatre found him disturbing, he found himself attracted to him. He shook his head and continued with his homework.
Someone sat in front of him and naturally Quatre looked up to see. There across the way sat the green-eyed boy. "Hello," he said. "I'm Trowa."
"Umm…hi," Quatre said awkwardly. "I'm Quatre."
He nodded. "I know."
Quatre looked at Trowa oddly. "Exactly how do you know me?"
Trowa smiled. "I've been watching you, Quatre and you seem like an intriguing person."
"I do?"
"Sure, I'd love to know you better."
Quatre nodded and serched his mind for a topic as an eerie silence hung between them. "Do you watch Eighth MS Team?" he asked rather lamely.
"All he time!" Trowa smiled. "Quite an interesting way to portray the war we are in now," he commented.
"I hate wars."
Shrugging Trowa replied, "Not many people don't. I only wish I could help in some way, but my parents won't let me go."
"My parents wouldn't care. Heck, they wouldn't even care if I got killed in that mess."
"Surely the would care."
Quatre shook his head. "You don't understand."
"Obviously not."
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Well, there we have it! Chapter #2! Let's have more fun with Q-man next chapter!