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.
And yes, after countless fics I finally have a plot! A plot that won't go two chapters and then die. And finally big thanks to my Beta reader YamiEmmy! She screamed and complained about how bad I write but nonetheless I got her to do it. ^_^ I always win!
Other then that, on with the fic!
Chapter Two
Trey placed his hands on his son shoulders and sighed. "You must ignore your heart, I should not like to see anything happen to you." Trey looked back to Quatre who was being looked over by his apprentice. "Look at the clothing he wears, he is clearly a noble man and you heard him speak of his personal nurse. I won't have anything happen to you when his father arrives to take him back."
Trowa cast his eyes down from his father. "But my heart aches for him." Trey lifted his son's chin and looked him strait in the eyes.
"It will be hard but you must not fall into what your heart wants. I know the feeling you have for I had it when I was your age but we have a family to hold together. And he has his life to return to." Trowa nodded and excused himself out of the house.
"Well Quinton, how do you feel this morning?" Quatre looked up as the kind man entered the room and the apprentice left for the moment.
"Fine, thank you for everything." They shared a smile and Quatre smoothed this tunic, it was a habit he had gotten into when he was nervous.
"I'm always happy to help those who are lost. I was wondering if you would like a tour of the village? The search parties have already left and we will know in about four hours if they have found your group." Once again Quatre felt guilty but nodded.
"I would very much like that."
"I'll get two of my children to show you around." Trey smiled at him and stood, leaving him alone again.
Quatre climbed out of the bed and was careful not to apply unnecessary pressure to his ankle. "You shouldn't be out of bed." Quatre turned to see a young woman, maybe two or three years older then himself carrying a fresh tunic.
"This is my brother's but it should fit you, and I can make any necessary adjustments." Quatre took the tunic and slipped it on when she had turned her back to him. It turned out that the tunic was a bit too big for him and the woman gladly made the changes.
She stepped back to admire her work and was satisfied. "I don't think this could have looked as good on Trowa." Quatre blushed, so he was talking to Trowa's sister. He noticed that the tunic was a simple tan color with woolen insides, though it was nothing like his silk tunic that had become dirty it was comfortable.
"I'm Catherine, but everyone calls me Cathy for short, Trowa should be here in a moment, he's off doing something with Heero." Quatre swallowed hard hoping to the Gods that Heero would not be joining them. It wasn't that he had anything against the boy, but Heero just didn't seem to get along with him.
"I'm here." Trowa stepped through the door and breath caught in Quatre's throat. "So, come on! Let's go show you around." Catherine looked at her brother with a shocked expression. Trowa was never this out going, he was either up to something or someone had ticked him off. That or he was in love, but that was impossible. Trowa had never shown any interest in any of the men or women in the village.
Quatre allowed both brother and sister to lead him around the town. He met with various people and even stopped with the other children to listen to an elder tell a wonderful story about the elves that used to roam freely.
They had almost finished the tour when a sudden scream broke into the air. Trowa had pulled Quatre out of the way as a few people came racing back into the village with looks of terror.
Trowa and Quatre wandered over to the two people who were explaining something to who Quatre thought to be the chief of the village. "These evil men came out of nowhere riding giant beasts! We tried to run but only myself and Eyre made it back." The young woman was in tears and dread crossed her features.
All in the village looked as men in red tunics and black sashes rode in on horses. Swords were attached to their sides and they gleamed deadly in the sun. Trowa pulled Quatre and Catherine into a side hallway and they waited as one of the men dismounted. Quatre sighed, things were going to turn ugly fast.
"Give us back the prince and your friends will not be harmed." The older soldier pointed to a group of men and women who were bound at the hands and being held by other soldiers. "We want no quarrel but if you do not release the prince we will be forced to kill them."
Quatre felt Trowa holding him still so he dared not move, even when he watched Heero's father step up to the man without fear. "We have no princes here and you are trespassing. We will give you two minutes to release our people then we will attack you with magic."
Another rider entered the camp and Quatre recognized him as Duo. Quatre watched as he drew his sword and pointed it strait at the chief. "If you do not return Prince Quatre we will kill them before you can raise a hand."
Quatre pushed against Trowa and stumbled out catching the eye of Duo. "I'm fine Duo, please believe me. These people helped me." He began to limp towards Duo but guards were at his side immediately, helping him to Duo.
Duo embraced him shortly and looked him over with his eyes. "I don't know what your doing here Quatre but we have to get you home." He dusted some dirt off the tunic and led Quatre over to a horse. "We'll talk later, after your father gets a hold of you." Quatre sighed deeply and allowed Duo to help him up on the horse.
Duo turned back to the chief. "We will release your people and leave but if you are ever seen near the prince again we won't hesitate to kill you." Duo climbed up behind Quatre and turned the horse.
Quatre scanned the crowd for Trowa but couldn't spot him. "Duo, when we get back to the palace I need a messenger ready." Duo raised an eyebrow but nodded.
"When we get back I'm not sure if you'll see more then the walls of your room for a few months." The horses sped off, and as soon as they had arrived, they were gone. Only tracks told the tale that they had once been.
When they arrived back at the palace Quatre was immediately taken to the healers and ten minutes later deemed okay to see his father. That was not what Quatre had hoped for.
Duo helped Quatre down the hall to his father's room while scolding the prince. "What were you thinking Quatre? You don't know if those people were going to hurt you later or not? What if we hadn't found you?"
"I'm going to get it from my father Duo, I don't need it from you too." Quatre stopped and fumbled around for a piece of paper he had switched from the old tunic to his new white silk one. He handed the paper to Duo. "I'd really appreciate it if you gave it to a messenger and have him deliver it to where I was." Duo was beginning to shake his head when he caught sight of the look in Quatre's eyes. "Please Duo, I really need you to do this for me, tell the messenger to give it to Trowa."
Duo, against his better judgment agreed to have a messenger take the note and bid Quatre farewell as they reached the king's chambers.
Quatre pushed open the doors and spotted his father pacing in front of a large window. He looked up at Quatre as he heard the doors shut.
"Just where have you been? Do you have any idea the shock I got when I was told this morning that my son was missing? My only son?" Quatre hung his head in regret. He knew that he had a future as king of the lands. He should not have placed himself in danger.
"Quatre, you are my only son, my only heir. If something happens to you this kingdom will fall to pieces. You know I can not help produce a second son, and I will not give my heart to another." Quatre looked up into his father's eyes and he mentally flinched. Maybe his father was really worried.
"I am sorry Father, this will never happen again." The king nodded and finally stopped pacing.
"You are young Quatre and you should not be denied joy but as the only heir you must be kept safe. If you are killed this kingdom will shatter, and think of your sisters. They will die of sorrow themselves to learn of your death."
Quatre was in tears as he answered back to his father. "I know my duty and I will never leave without my guards." The king seemed satisfied as he turned back to his desk and finished sealing a letter.
"I'm leaving for the north Quatre, a war with the south is coming and I must have the kingdoms in the north on my side. I will be gone for about a month, and in that time your sister Elisia will be her. She is coming in a week's time but until then you must hold this life together." The king paused and took in his son's injuries. "Rest, I do not leave until noon tomorrow and you will do fine while I am absent."
Quatre nodded respectfully and excused himself. Once he was sure the doors had been properly shut he felt it fine to let a few drops of liquid fall down his face. Crying was never advised but at this moment he felt that it was the right thing.
"Prince? Are you well?" Quatre wiped his tears away and looked into the elder man's face. Eylsin had always been a well respected wizard and a personal friend of the king.
"Everything is fine Eylsin, I am simply regretting my foolish mistakes." The man pulled him into a warm embrace. Quatre returned the hug with a fierce grip; he never received hugs from anyone but Eylsin, Duo and his nurse.
"There is no harm done, no one was hurt and you were returned safely. What is there to cry about? Now dry those tears and come with me to my room." Quatre walked with his friend to a large building in the center of the palace.
Upon entering it, Quatre was met by Eylsin's baby Griffindor. Eylsin had found the tiny creature in the woods a week back. The small Griffindor was very loyal and reminded Quatre of Duo.
"Have a seat Quatre and I'll make us some tea." Quatre held the Griffindor protectively and sat down while the older man moved around his 'cluttered' mess with ease. The old man would never admit that he lived in clutter and surely he was the only one that could move without hitting something.
Quatre was handed a cup filled with hot lemon tea and across from him the elder man sat with his own cup of tea. "Now Quatre, am I right in saying that your sixteenth birthday will be arriving in two months?" Quatre nodded to him and sipped his tea. "So have you decided whether you would prefer to wed a woman or a man?"
Quatre almost dropped his tea. He knew this conversation was going to happen eventually but he thought that it would happen after he was married. "I'm not sure. Who ever I fall in love with." Eylsin rolled his eyes.
Quatre knew very well that if he married a woman she would have the heir, where as if he was to marry a male a spell would have to be performed so that Quatre himself could have the child.
"Time draws near young prince, if you have not chosen a mate by your sixteenth birthday one will be appointed, and I do not wish to see you in an unhappy marriage." Quatre nodded.
"I have found some one I believe I am falling in love with, but he could never love me. Not now that he knows who I am." Eylsin leaned forward to lift the boy's chin.
"This boy must be very stupid to not love someone like you." Quatre felt tears trickling down his face again and moved to wipe them away.
"I could never marry him, he is a druid, and a much lower class." At that statement Eylsin began to chuckle causing Quatre to frown.
"There is a simple way to get around that." He explained. "All the young man must do is prove himself to be honorable enough to marry you. There are no guidelines to follow, and no rules on how it should be proven."
Quatre smiled and then frowned again. "I'm getting ahead of myself. Trowa would never want to marry me let alone see me again. I should just let my father pick out the person with the most money."
Quatre set his cup down roughly and left the room in a hurry not bothering to try and stop the tears this time.
Quatre slammed the door to his room shut and slid down to the ground. He clenched his fists and tried to block out the conversations he had in the past two hours. Things were moving far too fast in his head, and he wanted nothing more then to make it stop.
No, he wanted Trowa.
Quatre stood from the floor and practically fell onto his bed. He knew it was stupid for him to have fallen in love so fast, but was it possible that the other boy had felt the same way? 'Not likely' his subconscious told him. And Quatre wanted nothing more then to prove the statement wrong.
How could anyone love him for anything more then his power, his wealth or his beauty. 'Well, why don't you find out?' Quatre tried to ignore the voice in his head. But it kept getting louder every time he pulled his thoughts away from Trowa.
Quatre limped over to his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment. The note he had sent had been a simple thank you. A 'I'm fine and dandy so you go back to your happy little life' note. Now he was writing a real note.
If he was rejected that was life, but he had to know. He had to know if Trowa liked him even a bit. Quatre wrote from his heart for twenty minutes before calling a servant in. Quatre looked at the young girl and smiled warmly at here. "This is very important to me." He handed her the letter with care. "I need you to find the best runner and have them follow the directions on this paper." Quatre handed her another paper with his scrip sprawled beautifully over it. "Tell him that it is to be delivered to Trowa and no one else."
The young girl nodded to her prince and bowed. "After that go to the kitchens and tell Granty to give you an extra special treat." The girl smiled up at him and once again nodded, though this time it was with extra happiness.
Quatre watched as she reached for the door handle but it was pulled open by Duo. He patted the small girl on the head and stepped into the room. "Hey Quatre, so what's the news on your whole sneaking out thing?"
Quatre crossed the room and opened his balcony doors and turned back to Duo. "Nothing, my father just talked to me for a few minutes before I left. But I did learn that he's leaving tomorrow for a month. My sister will get here in a week but until then I'll be alone."
Duo nodded and moved to stand next to Quatre. He pulled the doors closed with a depressing look from Quatre. "With your father gone I'll put more men on duty, I'll make sure that you are safe until your father returns."
Quatre crossed his arms for seconds before pushing the doors back open. "You're both my friend and my protector, but sometimes I wonder which one you would rather be." Quatre gazed up into the sky, the clouds were a sign of things to come.
"I only want to keep you safe. And Quatre, I don't want to have to pick between being there as your friend or being there as your protector, because if push come to shove I'll pick protecting you, even if it forces you to hate me."
Quatre turned to Duo and a split second later he was hugging the taller boy. "I won't make you choose Duo, but you know I can't be confined by you." Duo nodded and pulled away.
"You're my best friend Quatre, I just don't want someone to come between us." Quatre's eyes widened at his best friends comment. "I saw it the moment I saw you in the village. You're in love, whether you know it or not."
Quatre smiled and threw his arm around Duo's shoulders. "I'd never let anything come between us, nothing." Duo nodded accepting Quatre's words as the truth.
"I've got to go, but don't sneak off again. And if you really find the need for it let me come with you. See you later." Duo departed from Quatre's room on a somber note and the blond haired angel looked back over his balcony.
Just in the distance he could see a figure ridding away at a great speed on the best horse in the kingdom. His message was going now, whether he liked it or not.
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.
And yes, after countless fics I finally have a plot! A plot that won't go two chapters and then die. And finally big thanks to my Beta reader YamiEmmy! She screamed and complained about how bad I write but nonetheless I got her to do it. ^_^ I always win!
Other then that, on with the fic!
Chapter Two
Trey placed his hands on his son shoulders and sighed. "You must ignore your heart, I should not like to see anything happen to you." Trey looked back to Quatre who was being looked over by his apprentice. "Look at the clothing he wears, he is clearly a noble man and you heard him speak of his personal nurse. I won't have anything happen to you when his father arrives to take him back."
Trowa cast his eyes down from his father. "But my heart aches for him." Trey lifted his son's chin and looked him strait in the eyes.
"It will be hard but you must not fall into what your heart wants. I know the feeling you have for I had it when I was your age but we have a family to hold together. And he has his life to return to." Trowa nodded and excused himself out of the house.
"Well Quinton, how do you feel this morning?" Quatre looked up as the kind man entered the room and the apprentice left for the moment.
"Fine, thank you for everything." They shared a smile and Quatre smoothed this tunic, it was a habit he had gotten into when he was nervous.
"I'm always happy to help those who are lost. I was wondering if you would like a tour of the village? The search parties have already left and we will know in about four hours if they have found your group." Once again Quatre felt guilty but nodded.
"I would very much like that."
"I'll get two of my children to show you around." Trey smiled at him and stood, leaving him alone again.
Quatre climbed out of the bed and was careful not to apply unnecessary pressure to his ankle. "You shouldn't be out of bed." Quatre turned to see a young woman, maybe two or three years older then himself carrying a fresh tunic.
"This is my brother's but it should fit you, and I can make any necessary adjustments." Quatre took the tunic and slipped it on when she had turned her back to him. It turned out that the tunic was a bit too big for him and the woman gladly made the changes.
She stepped back to admire her work and was satisfied. "I don't think this could have looked as good on Trowa." Quatre blushed, so he was talking to Trowa's sister. He noticed that the tunic was a simple tan color with woolen insides, though it was nothing like his silk tunic that had become dirty it was comfortable.
"I'm Catherine, but everyone calls me Cathy for short, Trowa should be here in a moment, he's off doing something with Heero." Quatre swallowed hard hoping to the Gods that Heero would not be joining them. It wasn't that he had anything against the boy, but Heero just didn't seem to get along with him.
"I'm here." Trowa stepped through the door and breath caught in Quatre's throat. "So, come on! Let's go show you around." Catherine looked at her brother with a shocked expression. Trowa was never this out going, he was either up to something or someone had ticked him off. That or he was in love, but that was impossible. Trowa had never shown any interest in any of the men or women in the village.
Quatre allowed both brother and sister to lead him around the town. He met with various people and even stopped with the other children to listen to an elder tell a wonderful story about the elves that used to roam freely.
They had almost finished the tour when a sudden scream broke into the air. Trowa had pulled Quatre out of the way as a few people came racing back into the village with looks of terror.
Trowa and Quatre wandered over to the two people who were explaining something to who Quatre thought to be the chief of the village. "These evil men came out of nowhere riding giant beasts! We tried to run but only myself and Eyre made it back." The young woman was in tears and dread crossed her features.
All in the village looked as men in red tunics and black sashes rode in on horses. Swords were attached to their sides and they gleamed deadly in the sun. Trowa pulled Quatre and Catherine into a side hallway and they waited as one of the men dismounted. Quatre sighed, things were going to turn ugly fast.
"Give us back the prince and your friends will not be harmed." The older soldier pointed to a group of men and women who were bound at the hands and being held by other soldiers. "We want no quarrel but if you do not release the prince we will be forced to kill them."
Quatre felt Trowa holding him still so he dared not move, even when he watched Heero's father step up to the man without fear. "We have no princes here and you are trespassing. We will give you two minutes to release our people then we will attack you with magic."
Another rider entered the camp and Quatre recognized him as Duo. Quatre watched as he drew his sword and pointed it strait at the chief. "If you do not return Prince Quatre we will kill them before you can raise a hand."
Quatre pushed against Trowa and stumbled out catching the eye of Duo. "I'm fine Duo, please believe me. These people helped me." He began to limp towards Duo but guards were at his side immediately, helping him to Duo.
Duo embraced him shortly and looked him over with his eyes. "I don't know what your doing here Quatre but we have to get you home." He dusted some dirt off the tunic and led Quatre over to a horse. "We'll talk later, after your father gets a hold of you." Quatre sighed deeply and allowed Duo to help him up on the horse.
Duo turned back to the chief. "We will release your people and leave but if you are ever seen near the prince again we won't hesitate to kill you." Duo climbed up behind Quatre and turned the horse.
Quatre scanned the crowd for Trowa but couldn't spot him. "Duo, when we get back to the palace I need a messenger ready." Duo raised an eyebrow but nodded.
"When we get back I'm not sure if you'll see more then the walls of your room for a few months." The horses sped off, and as soon as they had arrived, they were gone. Only tracks told the tale that they had once been.
When they arrived back at the palace Quatre was immediately taken to the healers and ten minutes later deemed okay to see his father. That was not what Quatre had hoped for.
Duo helped Quatre down the hall to his father's room while scolding the prince. "What were you thinking Quatre? You don't know if those people were going to hurt you later or not? What if we hadn't found you?"
"I'm going to get it from my father Duo, I don't need it from you too." Quatre stopped and fumbled around for a piece of paper he had switched from the old tunic to his new white silk one. He handed the paper to Duo. "I'd really appreciate it if you gave it to a messenger and have him deliver it to where I was." Duo was beginning to shake his head when he caught sight of the look in Quatre's eyes. "Please Duo, I really need you to do this for me, tell the messenger to give it to Trowa."
Duo, against his better judgment agreed to have a messenger take the note and bid Quatre farewell as they reached the king's chambers.
Quatre pushed open the doors and spotted his father pacing in front of a large window. He looked up at Quatre as he heard the doors shut.
"Just where have you been? Do you have any idea the shock I got when I was told this morning that my son was missing? My only son?" Quatre hung his head in regret. He knew that he had a future as king of the lands. He should not have placed himself in danger.
"Quatre, you are my only son, my only heir. If something happens to you this kingdom will fall to pieces. You know I can not help produce a second son, and I will not give my heart to another." Quatre looked up into his father's eyes and he mentally flinched. Maybe his father was really worried.
"I am sorry Father, this will never happen again." The king nodded and finally stopped pacing.
"You are young Quatre and you should not be denied joy but as the only heir you must be kept safe. If you are killed this kingdom will shatter, and think of your sisters. They will die of sorrow themselves to learn of your death."
Quatre was in tears as he answered back to his father. "I know my duty and I will never leave without my guards." The king seemed satisfied as he turned back to his desk and finished sealing a letter.
"I'm leaving for the north Quatre, a war with the south is coming and I must have the kingdoms in the north on my side. I will be gone for about a month, and in that time your sister Elisia will be her. She is coming in a week's time but until then you must hold this life together." The king paused and took in his son's injuries. "Rest, I do not leave until noon tomorrow and you will do fine while I am absent."
Quatre nodded respectfully and excused himself. Once he was sure the doors had been properly shut he felt it fine to let a few drops of liquid fall down his face. Crying was never advised but at this moment he felt that it was the right thing.
"Prince? Are you well?" Quatre wiped his tears away and looked into the elder man's face. Eylsin had always been a well respected wizard and a personal friend of the king.
"Everything is fine Eylsin, I am simply regretting my foolish mistakes." The man pulled him into a warm embrace. Quatre returned the hug with a fierce grip; he never received hugs from anyone but Eylsin, Duo and his nurse.
"There is no harm done, no one was hurt and you were returned safely. What is there to cry about? Now dry those tears and come with me to my room." Quatre walked with his friend to a large building in the center of the palace.
Upon entering it, Quatre was met by Eylsin's baby Griffindor. Eylsin had found the tiny creature in the woods a week back. The small Griffindor was very loyal and reminded Quatre of Duo.
"Have a seat Quatre and I'll make us some tea." Quatre held the Griffindor protectively and sat down while the older man moved around his 'cluttered' mess with ease. The old man would never admit that he lived in clutter and surely he was the only one that could move without hitting something.
Quatre was handed a cup filled with hot lemon tea and across from him the elder man sat with his own cup of tea. "Now Quatre, am I right in saying that your sixteenth birthday will be arriving in two months?" Quatre nodded to him and sipped his tea. "So have you decided whether you would prefer to wed a woman or a man?"
Quatre almost dropped his tea. He knew this conversation was going to happen eventually but he thought that it would happen after he was married. "I'm not sure. Who ever I fall in love with." Eylsin rolled his eyes.
Quatre knew very well that if he married a woman she would have the heir, where as if he was to marry a male a spell would have to be performed so that Quatre himself could have the child.
"Time draws near young prince, if you have not chosen a mate by your sixteenth birthday one will be appointed, and I do not wish to see you in an unhappy marriage." Quatre nodded.
"I have found some one I believe I am falling in love with, but he could never love me. Not now that he knows who I am." Eylsin leaned forward to lift the boy's chin.
"This boy must be very stupid to not love someone like you." Quatre felt tears trickling down his face again and moved to wipe them away.
"I could never marry him, he is a druid, and a much lower class." At that statement Eylsin began to chuckle causing Quatre to frown.
"There is a simple way to get around that." He explained. "All the young man must do is prove himself to be honorable enough to marry you. There are no guidelines to follow, and no rules on how it should be proven."
Quatre smiled and then frowned again. "I'm getting ahead of myself. Trowa would never want to marry me let alone see me again. I should just let my father pick out the person with the most money."
Quatre set his cup down roughly and left the room in a hurry not bothering to try and stop the tears this time.
Quatre slammed the door to his room shut and slid down to the ground. He clenched his fists and tried to block out the conversations he had in the past two hours. Things were moving far too fast in his head, and he wanted nothing more then to make it stop.
No, he wanted Trowa.
Quatre stood from the floor and practically fell onto his bed. He knew it was stupid for him to have fallen in love so fast, but was it possible that the other boy had felt the same way? 'Not likely' his subconscious told him. And Quatre wanted nothing more then to prove the statement wrong.
How could anyone love him for anything more then his power, his wealth or his beauty. 'Well, why don't you find out?' Quatre tried to ignore the voice in his head. But it kept getting louder every time he pulled his thoughts away from Trowa.
Quatre limped over to his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment. The note he had sent had been a simple thank you. A 'I'm fine and dandy so you go back to your happy little life' note. Now he was writing a real note.
If he was rejected that was life, but he had to know. He had to know if Trowa liked him even a bit. Quatre wrote from his heart for twenty minutes before calling a servant in. Quatre looked at the young girl and smiled warmly at here. "This is very important to me." He handed her the letter with care. "I need you to find the best runner and have them follow the directions on this paper." Quatre handed her another paper with his scrip sprawled beautifully over it. "Tell him that it is to be delivered to Trowa and no one else."
The young girl nodded to her prince and bowed. "After that go to the kitchens and tell Granty to give you an extra special treat." The girl smiled up at him and once again nodded, though this time it was with extra happiness.
Quatre watched as she reached for the door handle but it was pulled open by Duo. He patted the small girl on the head and stepped into the room. "Hey Quatre, so what's the news on your whole sneaking out thing?"
Quatre crossed the room and opened his balcony doors and turned back to Duo. "Nothing, my father just talked to me for a few minutes before I left. But I did learn that he's leaving tomorrow for a month. My sister will get here in a week but until then I'll be alone."
Duo nodded and moved to stand next to Quatre. He pulled the doors closed with a depressing look from Quatre. "With your father gone I'll put more men on duty, I'll make sure that you are safe until your father returns."
Quatre crossed his arms for seconds before pushing the doors back open. "You're both my friend and my protector, but sometimes I wonder which one you would rather be." Quatre gazed up into the sky, the clouds were a sign of things to come.
"I only want to keep you safe. And Quatre, I don't want to have to pick between being there as your friend or being there as your protector, because if push come to shove I'll pick protecting you, even if it forces you to hate me."
Quatre turned to Duo and a split second later he was hugging the taller boy. "I won't make you choose Duo, but you know I can't be confined by you." Duo nodded and pulled away.
"You're my best friend Quatre, I just don't want someone to come between us." Quatre's eyes widened at his best friends comment. "I saw it the moment I saw you in the village. You're in love, whether you know it or not."
Quatre smiled and threw his arm around Duo's shoulders. "I'd never let anything come between us, nothing." Duo nodded accepting Quatre's words as the truth.
"I've got to go, but don't sneak off again. And if you really find the need for it let me come with you. See you later." Duo departed from Quatre's room on a somber note and the blond haired angel looked back over his balcony.
Just in the distance he could see a figure ridding away at a great speed on the best horse in the kingdom. His message was going now, whether he liked it or not.