Namae wo Tsukete
© 2002 BjdIII
~Lady Pax
A/N: Chapter 3 is pretty short, considering how long the other two chapters are. Please read and review!! ^_~
Chapter 3
[Duo]
I looked at him in disbelief. Trowa Barton, *thanking* me on complimenting his smile. Where did THAT come from?
I was thinking that Trowa must be smoking something, and its doing a number on his brain, but I was also hoping that he wasn't. That he had actually said that at his own will. But who am I kidding? Why would he, a beautiful, handsome, gorgeous – okay, getting a little too carried away – guy like him like a former street-urchin like me?
And I wanted the answer.
"Uh...no prob, I guess," I stuttered. I leaned over the couch, cracking my vertebrae on the back of the chair, and allowed the tip of my braid to touch the wooden floor of the music room. I stared at the ceiling, and almost fell over backwards when music filled the room – echoing and reverberating along the walls, floor and ceiling.
I looked at Trowa, and saw that he had answered my request for him to play me something. His long, slender fingers coasted across the holes in the silver flute and produced a tune. A tune that I vaguely recognized. Vaguely....
Then, the memories came back to me. Sister Helen singing a gentle lullaby to an eight- or nine-year-old me. It was usually when I had nightmares of monsters under the cots in the rectory of the church where the other orphans and I slept when she sang to me, but sometimes it was when it started thundering and pouring cats and dogs – scaring me as if all of Hell and its demons were at my heels.
Unconsciously, I began humming the tune. Then I was singing it.
"Today, today is a holiday," I sung softly. "John, came knockin', knockin' on this day. For once, for all, he said this day 'today, oh today is a holiday'..." Then I realized the music had stopped, and I was singing by myself. I stopped abruptly, and blushed. "Sorry," I apologized. "I—"
"You know the song, also?" Trowa interjected, his only visible eye widened slightly.
I shrugged. "Yeah. The nun at Maxwell Church used to sing it to me sometimes." I cast my eyes downward, taking a deep breath.
"You miss her," Trowa noted.
"Well...yeah," I said slowly, looking at him through my bangs. "She was like a mother to me. She and Father Maxwell were my one and only family I remember." I sighed. "So of course I miss her—them."
There was silence, until I broke it.
"Where did you learn the song anyways, Trowa?" I asked.
He looked at me. "The battlefield. It was a song the missionaries sang during nights when we were fighting in losing battles. It never helped us any, but it lifted our spirits a little."
I nodded.
[Trowa]
I put the flute to my lips again, and began playing a different tune. A haunting one. I needed a change of mood, because if I kept up the one I was currently in I'd spoil the moment by saying something stupid like I love you...
I glanced at Duo every now and then through the tune. He was looking at the ceiling, blowing bubbles with his bubble-gum and tapping his shoe at ever fifth note in the measures of the song.
Suddenly, a bubble popped loudly, making me miss my beats and stop playing. Duo cursed, gave a yell of surprise, and started clutching his face while laughing manically.
I cocked an eyebrow, and sat there, staring at him unsurely.
Through laughs Duo managed to gasp, "Trowa (laugh) can you (laughs) give (laughs) a little help (cackles) here?"
I walked towards him, and stepped back when I saw what had made him laugh so hard. Pink bubblegum was all over his face: over his eyelids, nose, lips, chin, forehead even.
"What the..." I murmured.
Duo just laughed. "Hey, Trowa...you there? I can't see ya buddy! Come on...help me!! Get the Army! Get the Navy!! Get the Coast Guard!!! Get Wing!!" He cackled again, and I had a feeling he was laughing to hide his embarrassment – because event though sticky, pink gum covered practically all his face, I could see a blush stain his cheeks.
"So what am I supposed to do?" Trowa asked.
"Take it offa my face!" said Duo. He clawed at his eyes, and managed to get the bubblegum of so he could open them. "Hey, Tro!" he shouted. "Long time no see!"
***
Quatre, Heero, and Wufei watched as Trowa began taking the gum off Duo's face – only they didn't know that's what he was doing.
"What are they doing?" Quatre asked. "Kissing?"
"No," said Heero. "They haven't been talking about their emotions at all..."
"Maybe Duo noticed the camera, figured out our plan, and is telling Trowa so we can't hear?" said Wufei.
Quatre and Heero shrugged, and the trio continued watching.
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A/N: done!! Short authoress' note –REVIEW NOW!!! Thanx! Peace – I'm out!
Tony: is it just me or do Heero, Quatre, and Wufei seem to be acting like pervs – looking to see when Trowa and Duo proclaim their love for each other and stuff? Matchmaker is enough!! Now Heero and Wufei are getting OOC!! :O
A/N: shaddup, Tony!
