Different Worlds, Same Hearts
By: Trunks lil sis
This is an AU and has strong Slash themes, if this isn't your thing then get! Didn't you even read the summary? This Fic will contain adult content and language, though it hasn't hit it's rating yet don't worry it will.
Other then that, on with the fic!
Quatre smiled as he finished the last page in his book. Closing the book he stood from the comfortable chair he had been sitting in and took off in search of the book's proper place.
Quatre knew that he didn't have to put the book back, which was what servants were for. But he couldn't help but feel guilty. On a daily basis he retrieved dozens of books from the library and putting them all back in order was a days task in its self. The large library held thousands of books and ancient scrolls; it would take a person about twenty minutes to walk from one end of the library to the other end.
Fifteen minutes later Quatre was satisfied as he pushed the old book into its proper place. Sure it had been far from easy, first locating the section and then finding something to climb on to reach seven shelves up, but he felt independent for once.
Quatre smoothed his light blue silk tunic and ran a hand through his blond hair. He wandered over to one of the few second story windows and looked out over the gardens. He remembered his father had told him from a young age that the architects had not wanted to put windows in. They had been afraid that someone would fall through to their deaths, but ultimately the windows had been put in.
He gazed over the garden maze to the forest, the forest he wished to visit. Ever since a child he had longed to go out with his father and guides on hunting trips. His mentors told him of the beautiful creatures that lived in the forest.
Nymphs, Elves, Faeries and even Demi-gods were said to wander under the full moons. Quatre had seen many pictures in the books of his father's library but still wished to see them for himself. And he was not naïve, he knew the dangerous of the trees, and he knew of the dark creatures that dwelled in the darkest parts.
More then anything he longed for freedom. He simply wished to be able to wander away from his home without being followed. To walk through the garden and visit the rose bushes without having company. But he was fooling himself with those thoughts. No one would ever agree to that.
Quatre sadly turned away from the window and away from the fading sun. It was quickly turning to night and men would be out to light the lanterns. And his father would worry if he did not make an appearance at Supper.
"Quatre?" Quatre turned to see his best friend standing half in the shadows. Duo Maxwell stepped forward, his sword hung at his side and his daggers were visually hidden.
"Duo, I'm coming. You know I like to spend my evening in the library." Duo smiled at him and rolled his eyes.
"Come on, you know that your father has a very little attention span for waiting for you." Duo took his rank as head of the majestic guards very seriously, but besides that he was simply a friend who loved to pull pranks and cause chaos in quiet places.
Quatre began to move forward when a sudden tremor forced him down to his knees. Duo and two other guards were helping him to his feet in seconds. "Quatre, are you alright?"
Quatre tired to clear his head of confusion and was finally able to stand on his own again. "The lands are hurting again." Duo nodded and looked up to an older guard.
"Go tell them that Quatre will not be joining them because of his health." The man nodded and rushed out of the room. Duo forced Quatre to look him in the eyes and he sighed.
"Let's get you back to your room. Our scouts will find out what's causing the lands to cry in pain." Quatre nodded to him and allowed Duo to lead him down the endless halls to his room. Duo passed by several servants asking that food be brought to Quatre's room.
Ten minutes later when Quatre lay in his bed and all the servants had been pushed out Duo rose from his place next to Quatre. "You've got to stop doing this to me Quatre. I'm going to die before I hit twenty." Quatre cracked a smile at his best friend.
Though Duo was only sixteen he was the head guard and in charge of all protection. Quatre and Duo had been born on the same day and both of their father's had been great friends. So it was destined that Duo would protect Quatre from the time he was able to walk until the day one of them died. In truth Duo's father was the chief of all the guards but his health was failing and in a few short years Duo would be left to handle everyone himself.
"I'll leave you alone now because I have to go see Wufei about adding more soldiers to the eastern wall but I want you to eat up and sleep." Quatre hid a laugh from Duo.
"Yes mother." Duo rolled his eyes and flipped his braid over his shoulder.
"I'll see you in the morning, then maybe we could go scare the cooks or something. My shift doesn't start until noon." Quatre offered him a small smile and a wave of his hand. And with that Duo had shut the door and Quatre was left alone.
He waited cautiously for a few more moments before pushing his blankets back and climbing out of bed. He detested when he fell ill to the pain of life. Every one insisted that he was going to die if he wasn't put strait to bed and fed until he felt like he was going to pop. More then anything he hated when the two people he loved the most worried for him. Duo was far too young to be worrying after him and his nursemaid was far too old. Her health was vastly deteriorating and he feared he would send the kind woman to her deathbed.
He opened the doors to his balcony on his second level room. He welcomed the warm breeze and hated that his father refused to let him keep the doors open. Stepping out onto the balcony he was immediately spotted by the guards on duty and they respectfully nodded in his direction.
Quatre caught the edge of the railing as another wave of pain hit him. Something was really wrong this time. He cast his crystal blue eyes up at the now dark forest and made his decision.
He rushed back into his room making sure to close the doors before opening his closet and pulling out his winter cloak. It was not cold at all but he was sure going to be prepared for what he was going to do. Pulling it around his shoulders he grabbed his woolen gloves and slipped them on.
He guessed it to be late when he slipped out of his room hours later. Most of the servants had retired and he only had to slide past a few guards who were obviously tired. Quatre dodged past a final set of men and passed into the village.
Once there he only had to pull his black cloak around him and blend into the darkness. Though he knew if spotted he would be recognized immediately and rushed back to his fathers care, more then likely his nurses care.
Quatre had learned from a young age that his father wasn't interested in being a father to him. That's what he had teachers, mentors, and instructors for. His father was off doing more important things and he was left to himself, his nurses, and sisters had raised him practically.
Quatre was pleased when he finally slipped out of view. He tightened his grip on the cloak and entered the edge of the woods.
He knew from listening to his instructors that nomads and druids lived out in the woods. Nomads answered to no one so it was advised to steer clear of that sort while druids were said to be wise and careful.
Quatre grinned as he remembered his mother. Well, he couldn't really remember his mother. She had been a druid herself, the magical sort. Quatre wondered if his mother's departure was what had turned his father into an angry and cold man.
She had his father's seventh wife. All the rest of his wives had either left for their home lands or died in childbirth after their daughters had been born. His father had even taken a male suitor at one point before meeting his mother.
His mother had agreed to marry him for ten years, the acceptance time for druids. And at the end of the tenth year she bore him a son. She agreed to stay in the marriage until Quatre reached the age of consent and only if he was able to journey with her to her home land but Quatre remembered that at a young age he fell ill to a sickness from his premature birth and was no longer allowed to journey by the healers.
Quatre now knew his father blamed him for his mother leaving to her family. And Quatre knew that he resembled his mother so much his father loved him and hated him at the same time.
Quatre had been so deep in thought he had not seen the roots in front of him and his foot caught on one. It sent him off balance and tumbling down a hill. Quatre cried out as he felt his wrist turn in a way it should not have and he felt the scrapes of rocks, branches and thorns as he continued to roll.
When he finally stopped he felt nothing but pain. His vision was blurred and he ached everywhere. He observe first that his ankle and been broken on the way down and he assumed that his wrist was as well.
Against his body's wishes he pulled himself slowly to his feet and began to wander deeper into the forest. The trees seemed to spin around him indicating that he had hit his head on the way down.
He leaned against a tree next to a river and sighed. He would have to continue into the forest until he found help, there was no way in his state he could make it back up the hill, and not with the way the weather was fairing.
The wind was turning a chilly cold and he could feel the sky warn of rain that night. 'Duo will find me.' Quatre thought to himself. 'No, Duo won't be back to check on me until the morning.'
Quatre's breathing had become raged and he could vaguely tell that his injuries were becoming worse from his movement.
"Are you alright?" Quatre looked up to meet emerald green eyes. His own eyes widened as a boy with strikingly blue eyes stood next to him. The boy with green eyes and bangs pulled over his face stepped towards Quatre who pulled back against the tree.
"We're not going to hurt you." Quatre looked from one to the other and sucked in breath. One way or another he was going to need help. He had never been helped by anyone he didn't know but it seemed like judgment day to Quatre.
"I, I fell." Quatre let the two step forward and examine his injuries. "I'm a ways from home and I would appreciate any help." One boy looked to another before the one with green eyes nodded.
"We'll take you to my father, he'll heal your wounds, do you mind if I carry you? I'm Trowa." Quatre looked to the boy with green eyes named Trowa and nodded.
Quatre was uneasy at first as Trowa carried him through the woods but over the walk he grew to some how like the feel of being protected. He now knew that he hadn't been protected growing up, he had been sheltered. This was truly protection.
"This is where we live." Trowa and his friend had taken him to a village. It was nothing spectacular like the place he lived but he felt warmth and love from the people who looked up at them as they entered the village.
Trowa carried Quatre into a house and placed him on the bed. From the look of the room Quatre figured that this had to be the healers house. "I'll go get my father." Quatre was forced to watch as Trowa disappeared from sight as he was left with the other boy who looked less the friendly.
The boy crossed his arms and looked at Quatre harshly. "So just where do you come from?" Quatre tried not to show his fear. He had never been exposed to hatred or even a dislike towards him so to find someone who didn't like him was rare.
"I'm from the Terran Kingdom." The boy seemed to like him even less after the statement.
"I guess you think you're better then me, better then the people I live with. You have more power over us and you have the rights to invade our territory and kill our animals. To hurt our friends and others." Quatre was taken back. Just what was this boy talking about? Sure he had never had contact with the outside world but he had watched from a window many times as his father left for peace meetings.
The door to the house opened again and a tall man with gray streaked brown hair stepped in. "So, my son tells me that you had a fall, why don't you lie back and let me check you over." Quatre nodded to the man. He could understand how Trowa took after him; this man was nice and caring.
"I'm Trey and I'm going to need you to remain completely still." Quatre tried to not make any noise as his ankle was carefully wrapped in a white cloth. His wrist followed suit and his cuts were cleaned.
"Well, all done." Trey smiled at his son and then at Quatre. "You'll need to stay still for a while but you should be able to move around in a few weeks." Trey turned to the silent boy and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Heero, why don't you go inform your parents that we're going to have a visitor for a while." Heero paused for a brief second before nodding and leaving.
Trey turned back to him. "Heero's father is the chief of this village, and now I'd like to get to know you. Where do you come from and what's your name?" Quatre looked up at Trowa from where he lay and sighed. He had found from his experience with Heero, as the boy was called that Terran's were not welcome in this village.
"I'm Qua, Quinton." He hoped that neither male had caught his slip. "I was traveling with my uh, nurse and group when I got separated and tumbled down a hill. That's when Trowa and Heero found me." Trey nodded.
"I'll ask Heero's father to send out a search party for your group in the morning but for now you need to rest. My son or I will be available if you need something Just knock on the door over there." Trey pointed to a wooden door and set a bowl of fruit down on a side table. "We'll leave you now." Trey exited almost immediately but Trowa seemed to linger for a moment and Quatre was able to get another look at the boy that had captivated him.
Quatre leaned back into the pillows and frowned. He felt sorry for men and women being sent out to look for people they would never find. But if he revealed where he was from or who he was things wouldn't go well. The best option was to wait until he was healed and make his way back by himself.
Quatre sighed. He knew his father wouldn't wait weeks for his only son to return. Quatre knew search parties would be out by dawn and they wouldn't hesitate to search the forest. And that might expose the village that was hidden deep in the woods. 'If father finds me here at this village there's no telling what he'll do. My best bet is to leave before every one wakes in the morning.'
Quatre was just about to close his eyes when the door opened and Trowa stepped into his room. "Are you awake?" Quatre propped himself up on his elbows and nodded to the green-eyed boy.
Trowa took a seat on the edge of the bed and looked into Quatre's eyes. "Why did you lie to my father?" Quatre was shocked. If Trowa had picked up on his slipup then his father could have easily.
"I can't tell you who I am or where I come from." Trowa looked saddened. Moonlight pored into the room through the window and rain softly hit the roof.
"Are you a Demi-god?" Quatre was taken back. He had not expected that, though he had often been told that he was very beautiful he had never been asked if he was a Demi-god.
"I'm afraid not, I'm just a person who got lost and clumsily fell down a hill." He felt Trowa grasp his hand and heat rose to his cheeks.
"You are very beautiful." He seemed to stumble of his words as if he had never said them before. "You can tell me, I'd never tell anyone else." Quatre shook his head.
"I'm afraid you will hate me like Heero If I tell you." Trowa's face hardened.
"Just tell me if he's giving you a hard time. He's not very trusting of anyone who wasn't born and raised here. I promise you I will never tell, but if you are not ready then I will not push you." Quatre smiled gratefully but was shocked when he felt warm lips pressed to his.
It was unlike anything he had ever felt, and although it only lasted for a few seconds he felt as though it was forever. The simple kiss sent shivers raging through his smaller body.
Trowa pulled out of the kiss but pressed his forehead to Quatre's. "But I still think you are beautiful." Quatre longed for the feeling again but knew it was wrong. As much as he wanted to love this boy he knew he couldn't. His rank was the first reason. He knew it was against the law for someone of his rank to kiss let alone marry a person of a lower rank. And yet it felt so good.
Silently Trowa pulled away but kept his hands clasped around Quatre's smaller ones. "I'll see you in the morning?" It was a question and Quatre knew it. Trowa was secretly asking him if he was going to leave before the morning.
"Yes, I will see you in the morning." Trowa seemed to disappear almost magically and Quatre flopped back onto his bed. What was he thinking? He hadn't known the boy for more then a few hours and suddenly he was falling in love, what would his nurse think? What would Duo think? What would his father think?
Quatre ignored the pain in his head. He had left to find out what was happening to the lands and he had managed to hurt himself, gain access to a secret village and fall in love. Duo was going to laugh for years, if he didn't kill Trowa first.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, I do however own any made up characters and they are copy write of my brain. (Or what's left of it) If you are caught stealing my worthless characters or idea's you'll receive a nice toasty marshmallow in the mail.
This is an AU and has strong Slash themes, if this isn't your thing then get! Didn't you even read the summary? This Fic will contain adult content and language, though it hasn't hit it's rating yet don't worry it will.
Other then that, on with the fic!
Quatre smiled as he finished the last page in his book. Closing the book he stood from the comfortable chair he had been sitting in and took off in search of the book's proper place.
Quatre knew that he didn't have to put the book back, which was what servants were for. But he couldn't help but feel guilty. On a daily basis he retrieved dozens of books from the library and putting them all back in order was a days task in its self. The large library held thousands of books and ancient scrolls; it would take a person about twenty minutes to walk from one end of the library to the other end.
Fifteen minutes later Quatre was satisfied as he pushed the old book into its proper place. Sure it had been far from easy, first locating the section and then finding something to climb on to reach seven shelves up, but he felt independent for once.
Quatre smoothed his light blue silk tunic and ran a hand through his blond hair. He wandered over to one of the few second story windows and looked out over the gardens. He remembered his father had told him from a young age that the architects had not wanted to put windows in. They had been afraid that someone would fall through to their deaths, but ultimately the windows had been put in.
He gazed over the garden maze to the forest, the forest he wished to visit. Ever since a child he had longed to go out with his father and guides on hunting trips. His mentors told him of the beautiful creatures that lived in the forest.
Nymphs, Elves, Faeries and even Demi-gods were said to wander under the full moons. Quatre had seen many pictures in the books of his father's library but still wished to see them for himself. And he was not naïve, he knew the dangerous of the trees, and he knew of the dark creatures that dwelled in the darkest parts.
More then anything he longed for freedom. He simply wished to be able to wander away from his home without being followed. To walk through the garden and visit the rose bushes without having company. But he was fooling himself with those thoughts. No one would ever agree to that.
Quatre sadly turned away from the window and away from the fading sun. It was quickly turning to night and men would be out to light the lanterns. And his father would worry if he did not make an appearance at Supper.
"Quatre?" Quatre turned to see his best friend standing half in the shadows. Duo Maxwell stepped forward, his sword hung at his side and his daggers were visually hidden.
"Duo, I'm coming. You know I like to spend my evening in the library." Duo smiled at him and rolled his eyes.
"Come on, you know that your father has a very little attention span for waiting for you." Duo took his rank as head of the majestic guards very seriously, but besides that he was simply a friend who loved to pull pranks and cause chaos in quiet places.
Quatre began to move forward when a sudden tremor forced him down to his knees. Duo and two other guards were helping him to his feet in seconds. "Quatre, are you alright?"
Quatre tired to clear his head of confusion and was finally able to stand on his own again. "The lands are hurting again." Duo nodded and looked up to an older guard.
"Go tell them that Quatre will not be joining them because of his health." The man nodded and rushed out of the room. Duo forced Quatre to look him in the eyes and he sighed.
"Let's get you back to your room. Our scouts will find out what's causing the lands to cry in pain." Quatre nodded to him and allowed Duo to lead him down the endless halls to his room. Duo passed by several servants asking that food be brought to Quatre's room.
Ten minutes later when Quatre lay in his bed and all the servants had been pushed out Duo rose from his place next to Quatre. "You've got to stop doing this to me Quatre. I'm going to die before I hit twenty." Quatre cracked a smile at his best friend.
Though Duo was only sixteen he was the head guard and in charge of all protection. Quatre and Duo had been born on the same day and both of their father's had been great friends. So it was destined that Duo would protect Quatre from the time he was able to walk until the day one of them died. In truth Duo's father was the chief of all the guards but his health was failing and in a few short years Duo would be left to handle everyone himself.
"I'll leave you alone now because I have to go see Wufei about adding more soldiers to the eastern wall but I want you to eat up and sleep." Quatre hid a laugh from Duo.
"Yes mother." Duo rolled his eyes and flipped his braid over his shoulder.
"I'll see you in the morning, then maybe we could go scare the cooks or something. My shift doesn't start until noon." Quatre offered him a small smile and a wave of his hand. And with that Duo had shut the door and Quatre was left alone.
He waited cautiously for a few more moments before pushing his blankets back and climbing out of bed. He detested when he fell ill to the pain of life. Every one insisted that he was going to die if he wasn't put strait to bed and fed until he felt like he was going to pop. More then anything he hated when the two people he loved the most worried for him. Duo was far too young to be worrying after him and his nursemaid was far too old. Her health was vastly deteriorating and he feared he would send the kind woman to her deathbed.
He opened the doors to his balcony on his second level room. He welcomed the warm breeze and hated that his father refused to let him keep the doors open. Stepping out onto the balcony he was immediately spotted by the guards on duty and they respectfully nodded in his direction.
Quatre caught the edge of the railing as another wave of pain hit him. Something was really wrong this time. He cast his crystal blue eyes up at the now dark forest and made his decision.
He rushed back into his room making sure to close the doors before opening his closet and pulling out his winter cloak. It was not cold at all but he was sure going to be prepared for what he was going to do. Pulling it around his shoulders he grabbed his woolen gloves and slipped them on.
He guessed it to be late when he slipped out of his room hours later. Most of the servants had retired and he only had to slide past a few guards who were obviously tired. Quatre dodged past a final set of men and passed into the village.
Once there he only had to pull his black cloak around him and blend into the darkness. Though he knew if spotted he would be recognized immediately and rushed back to his fathers care, more then likely his nurses care.
Quatre had learned from a young age that his father wasn't interested in being a father to him. That's what he had teachers, mentors, and instructors for. His father was off doing more important things and he was left to himself, his nurses, and sisters had raised him practically.
Quatre was pleased when he finally slipped out of view. He tightened his grip on the cloak and entered the edge of the woods.
He knew from listening to his instructors that nomads and druids lived out in the woods. Nomads answered to no one so it was advised to steer clear of that sort while druids were said to be wise and careful.
Quatre grinned as he remembered his mother. Well, he couldn't really remember his mother. She had been a druid herself, the magical sort. Quatre wondered if his mother's departure was what had turned his father into an angry and cold man.
She had his father's seventh wife. All the rest of his wives had either left for their home lands or died in childbirth after their daughters had been born. His father had even taken a male suitor at one point before meeting his mother.
His mother had agreed to marry him for ten years, the acceptance time for druids. And at the end of the tenth year she bore him a son. She agreed to stay in the marriage until Quatre reached the age of consent and only if he was able to journey with her to her home land but Quatre remembered that at a young age he fell ill to a sickness from his premature birth and was no longer allowed to journey by the healers.
Quatre now knew his father blamed him for his mother leaving to her family. And Quatre knew that he resembled his mother so much his father loved him and hated him at the same time.
Quatre had been so deep in thought he had not seen the roots in front of him and his foot caught on one. It sent him off balance and tumbling down a hill. Quatre cried out as he felt his wrist turn in a way it should not have and he felt the scrapes of rocks, branches and thorns as he continued to roll.
When he finally stopped he felt nothing but pain. His vision was blurred and he ached everywhere. He observe first that his ankle and been broken on the way down and he assumed that his wrist was as well.
Against his body's wishes he pulled himself slowly to his feet and began to wander deeper into the forest. The trees seemed to spin around him indicating that he had hit his head on the way down.
He leaned against a tree next to a river and sighed. He would have to continue into the forest until he found help, there was no way in his state he could make it back up the hill, and not with the way the weather was fairing.
The wind was turning a chilly cold and he could feel the sky warn of rain that night. 'Duo will find me.' Quatre thought to himself. 'No, Duo won't be back to check on me until the morning.'
Quatre's breathing had become raged and he could vaguely tell that his injuries were becoming worse from his movement.
"Are you alright?" Quatre looked up to meet emerald green eyes. His own eyes widened as a boy with strikingly blue eyes stood next to him. The boy with green eyes and bangs pulled over his face stepped towards Quatre who pulled back against the tree.
"We're not going to hurt you." Quatre looked from one to the other and sucked in breath. One way or another he was going to need help. He had never been helped by anyone he didn't know but it seemed like judgment day to Quatre.
"I, I fell." Quatre let the two step forward and examine his injuries. "I'm a ways from home and I would appreciate any help." One boy looked to another before the one with green eyes nodded.
"We'll take you to my father, he'll heal your wounds, do you mind if I carry you? I'm Trowa." Quatre looked to the boy with green eyes named Trowa and nodded.
Quatre was uneasy at first as Trowa carried him through the woods but over the walk he grew to some how like the feel of being protected. He now knew that he hadn't been protected growing up, he had been sheltered. This was truly protection.
"This is where we live." Trowa and his friend had taken him to a village. It was nothing spectacular like the place he lived but he felt warmth and love from the people who looked up at them as they entered the village.
Trowa carried Quatre into a house and placed him on the bed. From the look of the room Quatre figured that this had to be the healers house. "I'll go get my father." Quatre was forced to watch as Trowa disappeared from sight as he was left with the other boy who looked less the friendly.
The boy crossed his arms and looked at Quatre harshly. "So just where do you come from?" Quatre tried not to show his fear. He had never been exposed to hatred or even a dislike towards him so to find someone who didn't like him was rare.
"I'm from the Terran Kingdom." The boy seemed to like him even less after the statement.
"I guess you think you're better then me, better then the people I live with. You have more power over us and you have the rights to invade our territory and kill our animals. To hurt our friends and others." Quatre was taken back. Just what was this boy talking about? Sure he had never had contact with the outside world but he had watched from a window many times as his father left for peace meetings.
The door to the house opened again and a tall man with gray streaked brown hair stepped in. "So, my son tells me that you had a fall, why don't you lie back and let me check you over." Quatre nodded to the man. He could understand how Trowa took after him; this man was nice and caring.
"I'm Trey and I'm going to need you to remain completely still." Quatre tried to not make any noise as his ankle was carefully wrapped in a white cloth. His wrist followed suit and his cuts were cleaned.
"Well, all done." Trey smiled at his son and then at Quatre. "You'll need to stay still for a while but you should be able to move around in a few weeks." Trey turned to the silent boy and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Heero, why don't you go inform your parents that we're going to have a visitor for a while." Heero paused for a brief second before nodding and leaving.
Trey turned back to him. "Heero's father is the chief of this village, and now I'd like to get to know you. Where do you come from and what's your name?" Quatre looked up at Trowa from where he lay and sighed. He had found from his experience with Heero, as the boy was called that Terran's were not welcome in this village.
"I'm Qua, Quinton." He hoped that neither male had caught his slip. "I was traveling with my uh, nurse and group when I got separated and tumbled down a hill. That's when Trowa and Heero found me." Trey nodded.
"I'll ask Heero's father to send out a search party for your group in the morning but for now you need to rest. My son or I will be available if you need something Just knock on the door over there." Trey pointed to a wooden door and set a bowl of fruit down on a side table. "We'll leave you now." Trey exited almost immediately but Trowa seemed to linger for a moment and Quatre was able to get another look at the boy that had captivated him.
Quatre leaned back into the pillows and frowned. He felt sorry for men and women being sent out to look for people they would never find. But if he revealed where he was from or who he was things wouldn't go well. The best option was to wait until he was healed and make his way back by himself.
Quatre sighed. He knew his father wouldn't wait weeks for his only son to return. Quatre knew search parties would be out by dawn and they wouldn't hesitate to search the forest. And that might expose the village that was hidden deep in the woods. 'If father finds me here at this village there's no telling what he'll do. My best bet is to leave before every one wakes in the morning.'
Quatre was just about to close his eyes when the door opened and Trowa stepped into his room. "Are you awake?" Quatre propped himself up on his elbows and nodded to the green-eyed boy.
Trowa took a seat on the edge of the bed and looked into Quatre's eyes. "Why did you lie to my father?" Quatre was shocked. If Trowa had picked up on his slipup then his father could have easily.
"I can't tell you who I am or where I come from." Trowa looked saddened. Moonlight pored into the room through the window and rain softly hit the roof.
"Are you a Demi-god?" Quatre was taken back. He had not expected that, though he had often been told that he was very beautiful he had never been asked if he was a Demi-god.
"I'm afraid not, I'm just a person who got lost and clumsily fell down a hill." He felt Trowa grasp his hand and heat rose to his cheeks.
"You are very beautiful." He seemed to stumble of his words as if he had never said them before. "You can tell me, I'd never tell anyone else." Quatre shook his head.
"I'm afraid you will hate me like Heero If I tell you." Trowa's face hardened.
"Just tell me if he's giving you a hard time. He's not very trusting of anyone who wasn't born and raised here. I promise you I will never tell, but if you are not ready then I will not push you." Quatre smiled gratefully but was shocked when he felt warm lips pressed to his.
It was unlike anything he had ever felt, and although it only lasted for a few seconds he felt as though it was forever. The simple kiss sent shivers raging through his smaller body.
Trowa pulled out of the kiss but pressed his forehead to Quatre's. "But I still think you are beautiful." Quatre longed for the feeling again but knew it was wrong. As much as he wanted to love this boy he knew he couldn't. His rank was the first reason. He knew it was against the law for someone of his rank to kiss let alone marry a person of a lower rank. And yet it felt so good.
Silently Trowa pulled away but kept his hands clasped around Quatre's smaller ones. "I'll see you in the morning?" It was a question and Quatre knew it. Trowa was secretly asking him if he was going to leave before the morning.
"Yes, I will see you in the morning." Trowa seemed to disappear almost magically and Quatre flopped back onto his bed. What was he thinking? He hadn't known the boy for more then a few hours and suddenly he was falling in love, what would his nurse think? What would Duo think? What would his father think?
Quatre ignored the pain in his head. He had left to find out what was happening to the lands and he had managed to hurt himself, gain access to a secret village and fall in love. Duo was going to laugh for years, if he didn't kill Trowa first.
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