Disclaimer: As mentioned before, I don't own Gundam Wing or any related characters.
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No Title Yet - Chapter Eight
That week flew past quite quickly. There wasn't a lot to do concerning my work - the peace was upheld quite well by the preventers, and I hadn't had any more conferences scheduled until the third week of January. I had already done all my paperwork before Quatre's wedding, to get it all out of the way, and now, I was craving for something to do - I was bored out of my mind. The only thing I could really look forward to was my lunch with Trowa.
With the thought of Trowa in mind, I suddenly remembered that he had told me that his wandering circus was coming to Earth, and staying for quite a while. Bruno would probably be there, too. I hadn't actually seen him since that day... I still hadn't thanked him properly... And I always wanted to see a circus. When I was younger, I only ever went to formal parties with my parents, and didn't really have any real friends. But a circus would be completely different! From what I had already seen and heard, it is supposed to be quite colourful and eventful (Trowa doesn't quite fit into that picture, does he?).
With nothing really better to do, I decided to just go on, and visit Trowa's circus. 'It might be quite educational,' I thought.
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"Ladies and Gentlemen! Let me present to you our star knife thrower, Catherine Bloom, and her assistant, Trowa Barton!" the announcer, pointed to both mentioned parties, as the spot lights shone brightly at them. Drum roll.
Trowa was patiently chained to a wheel, which started rotating once he was secure, while the lady with the knives positioned herself ten or so metres away from him. She threw the first knife. I almost winced when it hit the wheel only a couple of centimetres from Trowa's right leg. Ugh. Another flew out of Catherine's hand, and zipped through the air so fast, I swear I could hear it in this now silent tent.
I stopped breathing for a second. I don't think I could do that for a living. No wonder they needed a Gundam pilot to be the target.
Catherine had three knives left.
The drums in the background seemed to become louder and louder, ringing in my ears, heightening the tension in the room. And then, without warning, she threw all of them, at once, at the rotating Trowa. One hit the board just above his left arm, the second a bit further up, and the last just a few millimetres (or at least, it looked that way from where I was) from his left ear. The drums, stopped abruptly.
A moment's silence spread throughout the room. Then suddenly, everyone started clapping and cheering. I, for one, was very relieved. I didn't understand how someone could watch something like that for fun. But, hey...
The show continued on for about another ten minutes, with clowns and magicians taking the spotlight. It was brilliant, even though I didn't see what was so funny about a group of clowns throwing food at each other... O_O At the end of the show, I made my way backstage.
"Heya, Trowa!" I called out, once I saw him in his normal clothes, once again. "Great show!"
"Relena?" he replied, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, just thought I'd give you a visit. Don't really need a reason to come and see you now, do I?" I replied, sweetly.
"Um, no. I suppose not," he smiled.
"Hey, Trowa," a voice from behind him said, and the knive-throwing lady, Catherine, from before came to stand beside him, "Who're you talking to?"
"Relena Dorlian," he replied simply.
"Aww, are ya his new girlfriend? It's about time he got out more," she started babbling. "You know, he never goes out much and stuff, and doesn't talk much either. How did you guys meet, anyway?"
"War acquaintances," he replied for me. I think he was embarrassed... Hehe.
"Oh, yeah... Dorlian... do I know you?"
"I'm the Vice-Foreign Minister," I stated.
"Oh," she stopped smiling for a moment, but then quickly put it back on and winked at Trowa, "You two have fun, alright?" and left.
"That was my sister, Catherine," Trowa finally said, as if that was self-explanatory. I just nodded.
We decided to have our little 'date' a bit earlier on as scheduled, since I was already there and everything. We had lunch in a small, Italian café, and talked a bit. Well, actually, I did the talking, he did the nodding and the 'Hn's. In that way, he was exactly like Heero when I first met him.
We decided to come back to his place, afterwards.
He opened the door and let me in.
"Nice place you got ther--" I started, but got interrupted by these lips crushed against my own. Wow. Never realised Trowa was such a good kisser (since I was kinda drunk the first time). Caught off guard a bit, I started tripping over my own feet, and nearly fell backwards, if it weren't for his arms curled around my waste, holding me safe. I sighed in pleasure, and returned the kiss. This was completely unexpected, but it felt right anyway, and if there was one thing I learned from Heero, it was to follow my emotions.
Butterflies were flying around in my stomach like there was no tomorrow, and I loved it. I didn't really understand what was going on, and I hardly even knew this silent ex-pilot, but it just felt... so right... y'know? Even more than I felt with Heero... He tasted like cherries...
Trowa broke the kiss when he realised he was running out of breath. He smiled slightly at me.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself."
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