Eye of the Beholder

By: Gypsy Tollamer

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Gypsy: Welcome to the long waited sequel to "The Meaning of the Beautiful". It took me to figure out what kind of sequel I wanted to write and then figure out the new title and all that stuff. It's not going to be the same kind fic as Beautiful was. Sure, Quatre will always strive to be accepted but who isn't? Especially after they go through a major illness.

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Chapter One

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            Quatre Winner sat at his Lap top in the study of he and trowa's house and sighed. He wished he could just type a great and fantastic novel like most famous authors but he couldn't. He looked up at the three other books which had his name on them and sighed. Each book had to better then the last and pretty soon he'd have to be the best of best. Quatre didn't know if he could handle that.

            He looked up around the room where he worked constantly. There was a fish tank in the far corner filled with Quatre's two fishy friends: Fluffy and Rex. Although Trowa had a cat Quatre really didn't feel the need to have a fish he could play with. Fish were relaxing to watch, easy to take care of and quiet. Quatre could spend hours watched Fluffy and Rex chase each other around the ten gallon tank. He sighed and turned back to his lap top.

            "Write something Damn it!" he yelled. He closed the screen quickly with a sharp snap. "Why can't something just inspire me?"

            Inspiration had always been easy to Quatre. His first book was about all that happened during those years he had suffered from bulimia, the next one was a collection of poems Quatre had written through out the years. Some where dark and gothic while other had been written when he was purely happy spending Saturday night making love with Trowa and Sunday mornings cuddling with him while they read the morning paper together. The third one had been a while in the making it was called Baremont and told the story of 4 people growing up in this make believe town. All three books had been very successful and Quatre couldn't help but feel good about that.

            He suddenly heard the front screen clank open.

            Trowa was home.

            Quatre jumped up and walked into the living room. From there he walked into trowa's loving arms and sighed into a loving embrace. It was like this every night. Quatre wrote or tried to then Trowa came home from school and they held eachother for a few minutes. But that's all it took before they were both feeling over joyed of being in each other's presence.

            "How was class?" Quatre asked sitting down in the large arm chair.

            "We were dissecting cats and all could think about was that I was butchering Kiki." He said picking Quatre up so they could sit in the chair together.

            "If you're going to be a vet you're going to have to get used to cutting animals up." Quatre said snuggling into trowa's arms. "What do you want for Dinner?"

            "Whatever you're having." Trowa said.

            "You don't mean that." Quatre said. "Because it's a vegetarian night for me and you don't like to eat just vegetables."

            "You're right." Trowa said. "But what if we both get dressed and go to that Japanese place on Ever Street. They have delicious food for both humans and rabbits."

            "I'm not a rabbit!" He yelled. "But I like that idea. I'll go get dressed."

            "I'll help you get undressed." Trowa said following Quatre into the bedroom.

            "But we won't get to eat if you help me get undressed." The small blonde whispered.

            "They're open till ten." Trowa said and he shut the bedroom door closed.

            Quatre felt euphoric. He felt Trowa move so gracefully inside of him and it was like heaven. Quatre tilted his head back further into the pillow and Trowa took that opportunity to start kissing down that white throat.

            "Oh Trowa." Quatre whispered.

            This was perfect……..

            Or was it?

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End of part one

Gypsy: Like it? Love it? Hate it? What?