AN: Let it be known that I do not own these characters. On with the story! Please see lower announcement.
Where Do We Sing"Over there! Quick, catch it!" The usually calm Princess of Ice was frantically waving her arms like an insane air traffic controller as she directed Trowa across the grassy field. To an uninformed observer, her motions were nothing when compared to the acrobatics of her mate. Making cold leaps that would have broken a lesser acrobat, Trowa dove in one direction before making instant reversals with one handed flips.
"Time," he shouted triumphantly and waggled the jar in his left hand. "How did I do?" Ami checked her stopwatch before launching herself into his waiting arms.
"One hundred fireflies in thirty seconds! Let's here it for the new world record!" Ami grinned as they stared at the pulsing lights that Trowa held up between them.
"What should we do with them?"
"I remember releasing them in my mother's parlor as a child. It seemed like I'd brought stars into the house." Trowa smiled at the wistfulness that softened the girl's face. "Mother couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry…"
A friendly silence stretched over them as they began to walk back towards the bungalow. The fireflies would be better appreciated in front of an audience, so they decided to release them on the beach with the rest of the group. The breeze began to sigh through the grasses as they wandered down the path, and Ami found herself humming with its soothing sound. When Trowa asked her to wait a moment and trampled off into the grass, Ami paid little attention. The grass song was very involving and Ami shut her eyes to see the music.
In her mind she painted a cool, flowing stream of green that twisted and dove in wild abandon. When the silvery notes of reed pipes intertwined with those of Ami's and the grass's the whole air seemed to vibrate with the song. Before she realized what she was doing, Ami's voice was streaming forth, a powerful soprano that swooped and shimmered like the birds that danced in the breeze. The reed pipes supported the new turn and together they rejoiced in being alive. Slowly they descended back to this plane of existence and Ami was surprised to find tears in both of their eyes.
"Rapport like ours has some definite perks," Trowa said as he leaned in to quickly kiss Ami's lips.
"Maybe we should get an agent…" Trowa smiled at her joke and held up his make shift reed pipes.
"Did I break another record? There's got to be one for making musical instruments out of the minimal amount of time with reeds and shoe laces." Ami grinned.
"There is now. Somebody call Guinness." The smell of baking potatoes and other tantalizing things wafted over them. "Looks like Makoto managed to get dinner put together without electricity." She held out her hand to Trowa eagerly. "Let's go see how things are shaping up!" Together, with a jar full of thoroughly confused lightening bugs, they ran the rest of the way back to the beach happy with themselves and the world and general.
AN: This story is not one of my better, but I have to get this out of my head before it drives me nuts. The lack of reviews reflects how my hastiness is hurting my readers and I apologize. I would really love some feedback on how I could make this a better fiction. Thank you!