Namae wo Tsukete
© 2002 BjdIII
~Lady Pax
A/N: obviously you liked the last chapter to have gone this far – or rather, I hope you did! Keep reading, I hope you aren't *too* disappointed!
Chapter 2
[Trowa]
I walked down the hall, going back to the music room to my flute. I left it out of the case, and I didn't want it to get broken. It was the only one I had, and was the only way I could let out my emotions without telling anyone. And everyone wondered why my tunes were always so haunting...
I went through the back way, since that door was closest to the kitchen where I was traveling from, but also right next to Duo's room. I paused at his open doorway. He usually never left his door open, and I wondered why this day was any exception.
I glanced around quickly, as to not appear suspicious if anyone *was* watching me. No one was around, so I peered in. My eyes took in the room, clothes, magazines, slips of paper, and other things littered the floor. The scent of strawberries assaulted my nostrils, and I cocked my only visible eyebrow.
'I never though Duo was a strawberry-shampoo type of guy,' I thought, letting a fairly large grin cross my lips.
***
Quatre's eyes almost fell out of their sockets. He leaned in closer to the TV so his nose was almost touching the screen. "Is Trowa...GRINNING!?!?" he asked in clear disbelief. He looked at Heero, who merely nodded, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Seems like it," he said, crossing his arms and an amused expression covering his usually stoic face.
Quatre's disbelieving look turned into an excited façade. "Never thought I'd see the day..." He looked at the screen again. He squinted his eyes, his index finger and thumb rubbing his chin in concentration.
"What?" Heero asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Quatre looked back at him, his large grin pasted on his face. "He should smile more often," he said. "It really suits him."
Heero blinked, then grinned.
"I have a feeling he's going to be doing a lot more than grinning tonight," he said, trying not to laugh.
***
I exited his room, and entered the music room through the back doorway. I shut it behind me, then noticed that Duo was walking towards me. I froze as soon as I realized it was him, as did he. We just stood there, staring at each other a minute before we came to our senses.
"Hey, Tro!" Duo said jovially, though his voice was cracking. "What's up?"
I blinked. "Nothing," I replied after a few moments of strained silence. "What are you doing in here, Duo?"
"Uh...I *was* talking to Cat, but then he disappeared somewhere, and that door," He pointed to the front entrance, "is locked. I was just going to leave, so if you will...uh...move?" He grinned.
It was times like this I wished his smile wasn't so contagious, and I had to fight my senses to stop from grinning as well. I didn't deserve to laugh, or smile. Or be happy. I was a soldier ever since I was born, I was Nanashii – Trowa Barton, to some.
"Oh. Sorry," I said, standing aside and allowing the slightly smaller boy to open the door. I began walking towards my flute, trying to shake off the blush staining my cheeks.
I cocked an eyebrow when I noticed my flute was in a different position than it had been when I left, but I shook the thought off and picked it up. I turned around, hoping the blush was gone, to make sure Duo left before I started to play. Usually I didn't mind an audience, but when it was *just* him—well, that made it a little difficult...
Duo seemed to be having trouble with the door. He had his foot against the wood of the door, and was pulling at the doorknob with all his might. But the door wouldn't come open.
Duo lost his grip on the doorknob, and fell onto his back. "OW!!!" he yelled in pain. "Kuso..." He whimpered strings of profanity, and I had to fight myself yet again not to smile. He was so childlike sometimes...
"What's wrong?" I asked, though it sounded more statement that question.
He turned around, startled, and my eyebrows furrowed in anxiety when his eyes widened then went back to their normal size. "Oh," he said nervously. "The door won't open... Mind giving me a hand here?" he motioned towards the 'Door of Death' and tried jiggling the handle.
I placed my flute in its case, and walked to the door. I pushed him aside gently, and felt sparks of electricity shoot up my arm.
Breath, Nanashii, my conscience said mockingly. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
I took the doorknob in my hand, feeling the warmth from Duo's fingers still clinging to it, twisted it, and pulled. The door stayed closed. I tried about five more times before I admitted defeat.
"It's locked also." I tried the other entrance. Locked. I gave a quiet snarl of annoyance, and sat down.
"So we're locked inhere?" Duo asked, his eyes were widening in panic, and his face was paling.
I nodded. Noting his panicked-expression, I said, "We're not going to die, Duo. The others will find us sooner or later."
Duo nodded and sat down across from me, putting his feet on the table in between our two respective couches. I took my flute and its case away before he crushed it, and looked at it – anything to keep my thoughts away from the braided-boy across from me.
After a few minutes of silence, Duo spoke:
"Play something."
I looked at him. "What?" I asked.
"Play something," Duo repeated. "A song or something – anything to keep me occupied."
"Uh...what do you want me to play?" Trowa asked.
"Anything," Duo said. "Doesn't matter – I just need something else to listen to other than the clock before I start hyperventilating." He laughed at his joke, and I smiled. He paused, blinking.
"What?" I asked, squirming slightly under his scrutinizing, violet eyes.
"Nothing, man," he said, grinning. "It's just that I've never seen you smile before – or not that openly anyway." He paused, and continued, "It looks good on you." He snapped his lips shut, then opened them again. "Ah...sorry, Tro...I didn't mean it that way I just meant—" But I cut him off.
"I know what you meant," I said, looking at his violet eyes that were still tinted with a look of childlike-innocence, though I know Duo was far from innocent, as was I. "And thank you," I added.
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