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Trials of an Apprentice Part Four
Quatre and Hilde spent the better part of the morning roaming the surrounding area. The streets they walked along were little more than dusty tracks but they were obviously well used. Most of the buildings that lay either side of the track looked like small run down family run shops with the living quarters above them, but now and then they were interrupted by large modern looking structures that seemed out of place amongst the rest. They were most likely clubs or public meeting places of some kind Quatre surmised especially with the large amount of people of all ages bustling about, racing back and forth and many carrying all sorts of strange items.
"What do you suppose that is?" Hilde asked pointing subtly towards a young woman carrying an bright green odd shaped box.
Quatre looked over to where Hilde was pointing.
"I have no idea, and I probably don't want to know."
"Oh where's your sense of fun?" She asked. "Let's go and ask."
Quatre just stared at her for a few seconds before pulling her in the opposite direction to the woman.
"You can't just go up and ask her!"
"Why not?"
"Because that would be rude, come on let's go and get some lunch."
"Spoil sport." She murmured sticking her tongue out at him.
"How old are you?" Quatre laughed at her, shaking his head.
"Now that depends on what mood I'm in." She giggled. "Now I think you mentioned lunch did you not?"
He nodded.
"I think we passed a restaurant type thing a few streets back." He said turning them both around and heading back in the direction that they had come from.
The restaurant its self was more of a bar than a local eating-place. They found a small table with chairs slightly out of the way from the local people so that they could speak and eat freely with out fear of breaking any local customs.
"Quat I'm just going to find the bathroom will you be ok for a few minutes?" Hilde asked.
"Hilde I'll be fine no one here is going to attack me, I have nothing of value." He laughed before Hilde turned and made her way towards the main area of the bar.
He smiled after her before picking up and regarding the hand written menu that had been placed on the table in front of him.
The menu, or at least that's what he thought it was, was written in the old tongue of this planet, strange shapes and squiggles covered the page.
He suddenly wished that he had taken time to study the written language harder. Staring at the page only resulted in giving him a headache, which was growing worse by the second. He felt rather than saw Hilde sit down next to him. She was talking to him about something, but he just could not concentrate long enough to catch her words.
"Quat," She called out to him, taking hold of his shoulder as he swayed slightly. "Quatre, what's wrong?"
She watched as he struggled to make sense of what she was saying.
"Quat come on your scaring me." He still didn't respond.
"Excuse me, but can I help?" A young waiter asked as he appeared by their table, he had intended to take their order but after taking one look at Quatres pale face he realised food was the last thing on their minds.
"Yes could you call us a transport please?" Hilde asked turning pleading eyes on the young man.
"Of course, taxis are common around this area; I'll call you as soon as one arrives." He left quickly heading out of the main entrance.
"Come on Quat." Hilde whispered in his ear, putting her arms around him in an attempt to stop his shaking. "This had better be one of you empathic episodes, cause if you're sick Trowas going to kill me."
~*~
Trowa look up from his studies as he felt his Masters presence enter their shared living quarters. She looked shattered, almost as tired as I feel, he thought before rising from his desk to make sure that she was ok.
"Master you look exhausted maybe you should sit down." He said walking over to her so that he could hold her arm, in an offer of support. She waved him off.
"I'm fine Trowa, stop fussing." She sighed. "It has just been a long day, and didn't I tell you not to call me master in private."
"Sorry Catherine, it's just a habit."
"I know, but you'll get used to it soon." She smiled at him, "and it's Cathy not Catherine."
"Alright, Cathy then"
"Better," She walked over to the desk her apprentice had been sitting at moments before, and regarded the mass of books and data pads. "Yuck, if I'd had to do this many essays and assignments when I was a padawan I don't think I would have made it Knighthood."
They sat and talked for a while, mainly about Cathy's long meeting with the council members that had lasted nearly four hours and had not really accomplished anything.
"Oh and good news my apprentice, I believe that we are in line for the next mission." She grinned, but then frowned as Trowa showed enthusiasm for what she had said. "Trowa what's wrong I thought you were eager to get away from the Temple for a while."
"It's not that I just." That nagging feeling of worry from yesterday was back again, but this time it was stronger, almost on the edge of fear. He shivered.
"Trowa what's wrong."
"Nothing, I'm fine." He answered.
"Yeah and I was born yesterday, come on Trowa tell me I'm your master and I am charged with taking care of you, so spill it."
He sighed; the feeling was already starting to fade.
He started to explain although he didn't understand what was going on himself. I must sound mad he thought awhile later while waiting for Cathy ask him any more questions, but she kept silent.
"I don't think they're mine." He said finally, breaking the silence.
"What do you mean?" She asked her gaze questioning.
"They're not my feelings, I'm not worried or scared, so I must be picking them up from some one else."
"Then it would have to be from some one that you are close to," She thought out loud. "One of your friends perhaps, but they would have to be good at shielding their thoughts and emotions otherwise all Jedi would be sensing them."
"But then how am I able to pick them up?" Trowa asked, getting up from where he sat next to his master, he began to pace the length of the room.
"I don't know Trowa; maybe I should consult the council on this."
The communication screen across the room from them beeped interrupting her train of thought.
"That's probably Heero, I'm supposed to be sparing with him now." Trowa reported, but didn't move to answer it.
"Well go on then, answer it." She said standing up and moving to the kitchen area. "We can talk about this later; it might do you good to clear your head for a bit."
Trials of an Apprentice Part Four
Quatre and Hilde spent the better part of the morning roaming the surrounding area. The streets they walked along were little more than dusty tracks but they were obviously well used. Most of the buildings that lay either side of the track looked like small run down family run shops with the living quarters above them, but now and then they were interrupted by large modern looking structures that seemed out of place amongst the rest. They were most likely clubs or public meeting places of some kind Quatre surmised especially with the large amount of people of all ages bustling about, racing back and forth and many carrying all sorts of strange items.
"What do you suppose that is?" Hilde asked pointing subtly towards a young woman carrying an bright green odd shaped box.
Quatre looked over to where Hilde was pointing.
"I have no idea, and I probably don't want to know."
"Oh where's your sense of fun?" She asked. "Let's go and ask."
Quatre just stared at her for a few seconds before pulling her in the opposite direction to the woman.
"You can't just go up and ask her!"
"Why not?"
"Because that would be rude, come on let's go and get some lunch."
"Spoil sport." She murmured sticking her tongue out at him.
"How old are you?" Quatre laughed at her, shaking his head.
"Now that depends on what mood I'm in." She giggled. "Now I think you mentioned lunch did you not?"
He nodded.
"I think we passed a restaurant type thing a few streets back." He said turning them both around and heading back in the direction that they had come from.
The restaurant its self was more of a bar than a local eating-place. They found a small table with chairs slightly out of the way from the local people so that they could speak and eat freely with out fear of breaking any local customs.
"Quat I'm just going to find the bathroom will you be ok for a few minutes?" Hilde asked.
"Hilde I'll be fine no one here is going to attack me, I have nothing of value." He laughed before Hilde turned and made her way towards the main area of the bar.
He smiled after her before picking up and regarding the hand written menu that had been placed on the table in front of him.
The menu, or at least that's what he thought it was, was written in the old tongue of this planet, strange shapes and squiggles covered the page.
He suddenly wished that he had taken time to study the written language harder. Staring at the page only resulted in giving him a headache, which was growing worse by the second. He felt rather than saw Hilde sit down next to him. She was talking to him about something, but he just could not concentrate long enough to catch her words.
"Quat," She called out to him, taking hold of his shoulder as he swayed slightly. "Quatre, what's wrong?"
She watched as he struggled to make sense of what she was saying.
"Quat come on your scaring me." He still didn't respond.
"Excuse me, but can I help?" A young waiter asked as he appeared by their table, he had intended to take their order but after taking one look at Quatres pale face he realised food was the last thing on their minds.
"Yes could you call us a transport please?" Hilde asked turning pleading eyes on the young man.
"Of course, taxis are common around this area; I'll call you as soon as one arrives." He left quickly heading out of the main entrance.
"Come on Quat." Hilde whispered in his ear, putting her arms around him in an attempt to stop his shaking. "This had better be one of you empathic episodes, cause if you're sick Trowas going to kill me."
~*~
Trowa look up from his studies as he felt his Masters presence enter their shared living quarters. She looked shattered, almost as tired as I feel, he thought before rising from his desk to make sure that she was ok.
"Master you look exhausted maybe you should sit down." He said walking over to her so that he could hold her arm, in an offer of support. She waved him off.
"I'm fine Trowa, stop fussing." She sighed. "It has just been a long day, and didn't I tell you not to call me master in private."
"Sorry Catherine, it's just a habit."
"I know, but you'll get used to it soon." She smiled at him, "and it's Cathy not Catherine."
"Alright, Cathy then"
"Better," She walked over to the desk her apprentice had been sitting at moments before, and regarded the mass of books and data pads. "Yuck, if I'd had to do this many essays and assignments when I was a padawan I don't think I would have made it Knighthood."
They sat and talked for a while, mainly about Cathy's long meeting with the council members that had lasted nearly four hours and had not really accomplished anything.
"Oh and good news my apprentice, I believe that we are in line for the next mission." She grinned, but then frowned as Trowa showed enthusiasm for what she had said. "Trowa what's wrong I thought you were eager to get away from the Temple for a while."
"It's not that I just." That nagging feeling of worry from yesterday was back again, but this time it was stronger, almost on the edge of fear. He shivered.
"Trowa what's wrong."
"Nothing, I'm fine." He answered.
"Yeah and I was born yesterday, come on Trowa tell me I'm your master and I am charged with taking care of you, so spill it."
He sighed; the feeling was already starting to fade.
He started to explain although he didn't understand what was going on himself. I must sound mad he thought awhile later while waiting for Cathy ask him any more questions, but she kept silent.
"I don't think they're mine." He said finally, breaking the silence.
"What do you mean?" She asked her gaze questioning.
"They're not my feelings, I'm not worried or scared, so I must be picking them up from some one else."
"Then it would have to be from some one that you are close to," She thought out loud. "One of your friends perhaps, but they would have to be good at shielding their thoughts and emotions otherwise all Jedi would be sensing them."
"But then how am I able to pick them up?" Trowa asked, getting up from where he sat next to his master, he began to pace the length of the room.
"I don't know Trowa; maybe I should consult the council on this."
The communication screen across the room from them beeped interrupting her train of thought.
"That's probably Heero, I'm supposed to be sparing with him now." Trowa reported, but didn't move to answer it.
"Well go on then, answer it." She said standing up and moving to the kitchen area. "We can talk about this later; it might do you good to clear your head for a bit."