I stand awkwardly on the bank, not knowing whether I should walk up and
introduce myself or stay back. In the end I stay where I am. I can hear
Quatre and Trowa greeting each other with jubilation. Now they are walking
back this way.
"It's been too long Trowa." Quatre says.
"It has." Trowa agrees. They reach where I am standing. "This is Sienne."
"Hi." Quatre says pleasantly, shaking my hand. Damn it, I had at least hoped he would be horrible so I have a reason to hate him. But if he is a really nice person then I won't have an excuse to despise him.
"Hello." I say curtly. I feel Quatre hesitate and suppress a giggle. I can guess how this must look to Quatre. Me, holding Trowa's shirt and pretty wet from head to toe and Trowa with his chest bared and also soaked in water. I'm quite willing to leave Quatre, it seems that Trowa isn't though.
"It's not what you think." He says quickly.
'Yes it is!' I think desperately. 'Or rather, it was until you came along!'
"I was just teaching Sienne to swim." Trowa says.
"Oh I see." Quatre is laughing now. Sullenly I hand Trowa his shirt and attempt to wring out my skirt.
"We should get back for lunch." Trowa says. "You are staying I take it?" He asks Quatre.
"If you will let me." Quatre replies. We begin to walk home. In Trowa's defence, he does stay resolutely by my side, helping me to skirt around any obstacles, but he doesn't say one word to me on the journey back. "So Trowa, you couldn't keep away from the circus."
"No." Trowa laughs. "What are you doing now anyway?"
"This and that." Quatre replies. "I'm here visiting one of my sisters. She's expecting."
"Give her my congratulations." Trowa says. "When is it due?"
"Next week sometime." Quatre says. "I'm kind of nervous. I haven't seen her for ages. I haven't even met her boyfriend."
"The father?" Trowa asks. "They aren't married?"
"Not yet." Quatre says. "Don't tell me you hold that old-fashioned view that you have to be married to have children Trowa?"
"No I don't." Trowa says as we near the campfire. "I was just wondering if her boyfriend was the father. These days you can never tell who girls are going out with. They may be married but have their husband's brother's child or something like that. Women are getting more promiscuous by the day. No offence meant towards your sister."
"None taken." Quatre says. So that is what I am, promiscuous. I suppose Trowa will be expecting me to have a fling with another circus guy and then come back to him. It's a shame for him that this 'woman' breaks his mould. I wouldn't lead such a worthless and shallow life even if you paid me.
This makes me wonder what Trowa thinks of me now, especially after what happened at the riverbank. Does he think that I go around doing that all the time? Because I don't, Trowa was my first kiss and it meant something to me. From the way Trowa is acting it meant very little to him. But I guess I wasn't his first. He has probably had lots of girlfriends.
I go straight to my caravan and fetch Chip. He is a bit sulky that I left him on his own for so long, but we reconcile when he finds that my blouse is still damp. He sucks the moisture from my top as I walk back to the fire. I sit down at the first available seat and let the warm sun and fire dry my clothes. Some kind person places a bowl of soup in front of me and I eat it slowly, listening out for a voice that I recognise.
I hope that Trowa will come and find me during lunch, but as I finish eating I realise that he is probably too busy talking to Quatre to notice that I am missing. I hold on by the fire for as long as possible, wishing that Trowa were with me. I feel quite lonely sitting here. After while I sense that I am the only person left at the fire. I sigh and stand up. Obviously I must play second fiddle to Quatre.
I decide to take a walk in the woods, as I don't fancy going swimming. Chip remains on my shoulder. I walk away from the sounds of the children, still splashing in the water. Polly told me where the nearby woods are and I manage to find them easily. I walk aimlessly for about half an hour, maybe more, thinking bitterly about how I had Trowa and then lost him.
"So Wufei is in the city too?" I hear someone ask from nearby. That voice belongs to Trowa. I hesitate. I've already heard too many of his private conversations. But one more couldn't hurt. I find the nearest tree and slowly sink down to the ground, hoping that Trowa can't see me.
"On some kind of corporate business." Quatre is saying. "We share the same hotel."
"This isn't good new Quatre. I met Heero and Relena yesterday, they are in the city as well." Trowa says thoughtfully. "This can't be good. All it takes it for Duo to be lured here and we are an easy target."
"Do you really think someone wants to kill us?" Quatre asks.
"There are some people who don't like us. We were responsible for many deaths during the war. I would think that some people would love to kill the Gundam Pilots as revenge for their families."
So I was right. Trowa was a Gundam Pilot, and by the sounds of it so was Quatre. I shrink lower to the ground and put my hand up to make Chip be quiet.
"We are just going to have to be very careful." Trowa is saying. "My circus leaves town in four or five days time. Hopefully nothing will go wrong."
"But Trowa, we haven't seen each other for ages!" Quatre whines. "We have to do some catching up. I never met anyone like you." My heart lurches. Quatre isn't saying what I think he is saying, is he?
"I know Quatre, and you opened up a whole new perspective for me." Trowa says. I really hope that my gut instinct is wrong. Trowa and Quatre?
"I miss you Trowa." Quatre is saying. "I miss the way we used to talk and the way we used to.anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I still have feelings for you."
My heart skips a beat. Trowa is gay? Then what was he doing with me? Or was I just a bit on the side that made Trowa realise that he prefers Quatre. Whatever his reasons, at that moment I feel so angry and annoyed that I can't stop myself. I jump up and for a few moments I can't control my anger.
"Gay?" I say. I hear Trowa and Quatre jump as I interrupt them. "You two." I can't even finish my sentence.
"Were you listening to us?" Trowa asks incredulously. "How much did you hear?"
"Enough." I say. "So you were just stringing me along? Or was today just an accident?"
"You two are together?" Quatre asks. "Why didn't you tell me Trowa?"
"We're not together." Trowa says. "It's complicated. Sienne, please just tell me what you heard."
But I can't stand to listen to them for a moment longer. "Don't worry Trowa." I say angrily. "I'll keep your secrets. Both of them. Goodbye."
I rush off, leaving Quatre and Trowa alone. That's how Trowa wants it isn't it? That's how he always wanted it. He loves Quatre and I was just a bit of fun. I should have known. My friend Amelia at the last circus always said never to trust men. Admittedly she was gay too, but that isn't the point right now!
"It's been too long Trowa." Quatre says.
"It has." Trowa agrees. They reach where I am standing. "This is Sienne."
"Hi." Quatre says pleasantly, shaking my hand. Damn it, I had at least hoped he would be horrible so I have a reason to hate him. But if he is a really nice person then I won't have an excuse to despise him.
"Hello." I say curtly. I feel Quatre hesitate and suppress a giggle. I can guess how this must look to Quatre. Me, holding Trowa's shirt and pretty wet from head to toe and Trowa with his chest bared and also soaked in water. I'm quite willing to leave Quatre, it seems that Trowa isn't though.
"It's not what you think." He says quickly.
'Yes it is!' I think desperately. 'Or rather, it was until you came along!'
"I was just teaching Sienne to swim." Trowa says.
"Oh I see." Quatre is laughing now. Sullenly I hand Trowa his shirt and attempt to wring out my skirt.
"We should get back for lunch." Trowa says. "You are staying I take it?" He asks Quatre.
"If you will let me." Quatre replies. We begin to walk home. In Trowa's defence, he does stay resolutely by my side, helping me to skirt around any obstacles, but he doesn't say one word to me on the journey back. "So Trowa, you couldn't keep away from the circus."
"No." Trowa laughs. "What are you doing now anyway?"
"This and that." Quatre replies. "I'm here visiting one of my sisters. She's expecting."
"Give her my congratulations." Trowa says. "When is it due?"
"Next week sometime." Quatre says. "I'm kind of nervous. I haven't seen her for ages. I haven't even met her boyfriend."
"The father?" Trowa asks. "They aren't married?"
"Not yet." Quatre says. "Don't tell me you hold that old-fashioned view that you have to be married to have children Trowa?"
"No I don't." Trowa says as we near the campfire. "I was just wondering if her boyfriend was the father. These days you can never tell who girls are going out with. They may be married but have their husband's brother's child or something like that. Women are getting more promiscuous by the day. No offence meant towards your sister."
"None taken." Quatre says. So that is what I am, promiscuous. I suppose Trowa will be expecting me to have a fling with another circus guy and then come back to him. It's a shame for him that this 'woman' breaks his mould. I wouldn't lead such a worthless and shallow life even if you paid me.
This makes me wonder what Trowa thinks of me now, especially after what happened at the riverbank. Does he think that I go around doing that all the time? Because I don't, Trowa was my first kiss and it meant something to me. From the way Trowa is acting it meant very little to him. But I guess I wasn't his first. He has probably had lots of girlfriends.
I go straight to my caravan and fetch Chip. He is a bit sulky that I left him on his own for so long, but we reconcile when he finds that my blouse is still damp. He sucks the moisture from my top as I walk back to the fire. I sit down at the first available seat and let the warm sun and fire dry my clothes. Some kind person places a bowl of soup in front of me and I eat it slowly, listening out for a voice that I recognise.
I hope that Trowa will come and find me during lunch, but as I finish eating I realise that he is probably too busy talking to Quatre to notice that I am missing. I hold on by the fire for as long as possible, wishing that Trowa were with me. I feel quite lonely sitting here. After while I sense that I am the only person left at the fire. I sigh and stand up. Obviously I must play second fiddle to Quatre.
I decide to take a walk in the woods, as I don't fancy going swimming. Chip remains on my shoulder. I walk away from the sounds of the children, still splashing in the water. Polly told me where the nearby woods are and I manage to find them easily. I walk aimlessly for about half an hour, maybe more, thinking bitterly about how I had Trowa and then lost him.
"So Wufei is in the city too?" I hear someone ask from nearby. That voice belongs to Trowa. I hesitate. I've already heard too many of his private conversations. But one more couldn't hurt. I find the nearest tree and slowly sink down to the ground, hoping that Trowa can't see me.
"On some kind of corporate business." Quatre is saying. "We share the same hotel."
"This isn't good new Quatre. I met Heero and Relena yesterday, they are in the city as well." Trowa says thoughtfully. "This can't be good. All it takes it for Duo to be lured here and we are an easy target."
"Do you really think someone wants to kill us?" Quatre asks.
"There are some people who don't like us. We were responsible for many deaths during the war. I would think that some people would love to kill the Gundam Pilots as revenge for their families."
So I was right. Trowa was a Gundam Pilot, and by the sounds of it so was Quatre. I shrink lower to the ground and put my hand up to make Chip be quiet.
"We are just going to have to be very careful." Trowa is saying. "My circus leaves town in four or five days time. Hopefully nothing will go wrong."
"But Trowa, we haven't seen each other for ages!" Quatre whines. "We have to do some catching up. I never met anyone like you." My heart lurches. Quatre isn't saying what I think he is saying, is he?
"I know Quatre, and you opened up a whole new perspective for me." Trowa says. I really hope that my gut instinct is wrong. Trowa and Quatre?
"I miss you Trowa." Quatre is saying. "I miss the way we used to talk and the way we used to.anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I still have feelings for you."
My heart skips a beat. Trowa is gay? Then what was he doing with me? Or was I just a bit on the side that made Trowa realise that he prefers Quatre. Whatever his reasons, at that moment I feel so angry and annoyed that I can't stop myself. I jump up and for a few moments I can't control my anger.
"Gay?" I say. I hear Trowa and Quatre jump as I interrupt them. "You two." I can't even finish my sentence.
"Were you listening to us?" Trowa asks incredulously. "How much did you hear?"
"Enough." I say. "So you were just stringing me along? Or was today just an accident?"
"You two are together?" Quatre asks. "Why didn't you tell me Trowa?"
"We're not together." Trowa says. "It's complicated. Sienne, please just tell me what you heard."
But I can't stand to listen to them for a moment longer. "Don't worry Trowa." I say angrily. "I'll keep your secrets. Both of them. Goodbye."
I rush off, leaving Quatre and Trowa alone. That's how Trowa wants it isn't it? That's how he always wanted it. He loves Quatre and I was just a bit of fun. I should have known. My friend Amelia at the last circus always said never to trust men. Admittedly she was gay too, but that isn't the point right now!