Things aren't what they seem
By
Hannio
Chapter Five
When in doubt turn to the best friend
DISCLAIMER: Neither Quatre nor Heero nor Trowa belong to me, they belong to other. Shirelle does belong to me
AUTHOR NOTE: Well here I am at my university library. 3 hours till my lesson, bored out of my head, so what do I do… I decide to update. Yeah for me. About time you all say… I know me sorry.
Erm… erm… erm the character of Shirelle does belong to me but she isn't me, trust me. I don't do that and if it was me why would I be with Quatre when my favourite character is Heero… I just needed to give Quatre someone so there she is.
I'll update probably next week when once again I am faced with 5 hours of boredom so. See you then. Enjoy the chapter!
Quatre sighed and leaned his head against the cool wall. He couldn't believe everything that had passed since he had risen that day. The fact that Trowa was now here was something of a surprise to him to say the least. He opened the library door and walked in his eyes immediately going to the forlorn figure of his best friend. There was such sadness around him but what could Quatre do. Things had changed.
During the Gundam Wars there was nothing he wouldn't have done for his best friend. In fact he had done so much that sometimes he felt drained with it all. Trowa had never turned round and asked him for anything but there were things that Quatre could see him yearn for and Quatre had done his best to provide for him. What else was a best friend meant to do? Then the war had ended. Quatre was given a short break after Doctors demanded it, saying that the work he was expected to do would be too much for him to take. Quatre had almost laughed hysterically then. It was all right for him to face death and uncertainty everyday but have to go on but a little case of overwork and he was taken off to recover. The doctor said it was his nerves but Quatre knew that all it was was a delayed reaction to all the torment he had gone through, with the death of his father and one of his sisters. Something he could never forget even if he had wanted to.
His eldest sister had suddenly appeared, taken a look at his pale strained face and told him in no uncertain tone that she was going to take care of business until he was old enough to take it on himself. Quatre's pleas were only half felt and he soon gave into Lilia's ways. He was packed off to the best boarding school and the quiet, regular healthy food, outdoor exercise as well as regular sleeping pattern had done the world of good. His skin had tanned and his eyes glittered with life. He grew taller and fattened up enough to gain muscles. In fact he looked the best he ever had. At 18 he had returned home but in his heart he had not been quite ready to take up the reins yet and he had dreaded the meeting. Lilia seemed to have a sixth sense about her because she smiled at him and told him that he wasn't quite ready yet and that he was being sent off to university to gain a degree. She had argued that the heir of a huge organisation should at least be able to work things out. This time no argument met her and Quatre went off to do a business degree.
He had been exceedingly lucky and had even gained a steady girlfriend who adored him and who he was planning to marry but Trowa hadn't been as lucky.
Quatre's eyes narrowed. He had just taken over the Winner Company and Lilia had left him to it, having a new baby son to look after but Trowa. Quatre had always kept in contact with Duo and Duo in his turn had kept in contact with Heero and through Heero found out about Trowa. He knew that Trowa and Heero lived together in a nice apartment in the city. He knew that they were both in the preventors. He knew that neither of them had done anything more with their education instead relying on their natural gifts. Trowa's was his skills in the circus and Heero's was at computers. The main thing he knew was that deep down they both loved each other so why was Trowa here?
He looked so sad. The room was big and comfortable. Books surrounded them; some were old and some fairly new. The carpet was gold and navy blue and the atmosphere gave off a feeling of peace. The windows looked out onto the artificial garden and the sills were wide enough for someone to sit comfortably in. Quatre often sat in one of them when he needed to think or he had a lot of work to do. Trowa sat in one now staring out the window. He looked venerable sitting there. His knees pulled up to his chest, his arms around them and his hands linked to each other. He was wearing baggy blue jeans but a tight emerald green long sleeved t-shirt that suited his eyes. He looked gorgeous but untouchable.
"Trowa" Quatre now said his voice breaking the quiet. Trowa didn't move but Quatre hadn't know him for such a long time without knowing when he was listening "Trowa what's wrong?" he asked gently "I know you well and I know you would only hunt me down if you really needed me so what is it? Can I help?" a silence met his questions and Quatre sighed to himself. When Trowa was ready he'll talk to him but he was so stubborn that it would be impossible to get anything out of him "Ok have it your way for now Trowa but I'll be back soon and then maybe you'll be ready to talk" Quatre left the room with that knowing he wouldn't get an answer. Outside the room he sighed and shook his head. What was going on?
"No luck?" Quatre started and looked up to meet a pair of concerned hazel eyes. A slight smile came to his lips as he looked at his girlfriend. She wasn't the prettiest woman in the world, in fact she was quite plain but there was something in her eyes and her smile that put him at ease. Her hair was curly and brown and she was average height and built. She had a good personality however and she made him happy. More than the other girls who had wanted him did. He now answered her
"I never expected him to Shirelle but I had to try" Shirelle smiled.
"I know you did" she commented. She cast a curious look at him. "How do you know him? Was he from your high school?" Quatre shook his head. He had tried his best to keep his past hidden from her. He knew that she would be horrified that he had put himself in risk like that but if she didn't know then it didn't matter. He knew it wasn't the best way of looking at it. But he was only 21 they'd be plenty of time to tell her.
"I knew him when I was young" he replied carefully "He was one of my best friends but when I went to boarding school well we kind of drifted" she nodded and held out her hand to him
"Come and have something to eat" she commanded gently "It's past lunch and the last time you had anything was breakfast and that in itself was ruined because of the knock" Quatre nodded
"Fine" he followed her and was soon tucking into the meal she had prepared when Shirelle spoke again
"Your friend…" she began
"His name is Trowa Shirelle" she nodded and waved him away with her hand
"Ok your friend Trowa he's in trouble right? That's why he's come right?" Quatre nodded slowly looking at her warily where was she going with this questioning? "He won't bring that trouble here will he?" he looked into her concerned face and shrugged looking away.
"If it's the one I'm thinking of and what I think might happen then I can guarantee the trouble will come, possibly today" he cast his mind back and let the barrier holding his memories back come down. Letting as picture of Heero come up. A grim smile came to his face. Oh yes Heero would come to get what was his all right there was no doubt
"Quatre?" he shook his head as Shirelle's voice penetrated his thoughts
"Yes?" she linked her hands together, the knuckles turning white
"He isn't dangerous is he? The one coming" Quatre nodded
"He is I'm afraid" Shirelle jumped up
"Then this Trowa has to go Quatre you could get hurt. This guy could go crazy at you for giving Trowa shelter even for a bit" Quatre stood up as well
"Trust me Shirelle. Trowa is running from Heero and Heero is very narrow minded shall we say. He'll be focused on Trowa and only Trowa. I won't matter and neither will you" Shirelle bit her lips
"Sounds like you know this Heero personally" she said
"I did" Quatre replied "So I know we're not in danger. If we were I'd get you out of the house and stay here. Trowa is my best friend even after all these years. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him. Trust me on that."
"Fine I trust you" she replied and turned round picking something up. "Give these to Trowa he'll probably be hungry now" Quatre nodded and dropped a quick kiss on her lips "Trust you to think of that" she smiled back and Quatre headed back to the library holding the tray. He opened the door and walked in putting the food on the side.
"There you go Trowa, Shirelle made you some sandwiches for you to eat, I'm guessing you must be hungry" Trowa finally turned round and looked at him, his face expressionless though his eyes glittered more than normal
"Shirelle?" he asked. Quatre nodded
"Shirelle she lives here, She's my girlfriend" Quatre replied lightly
"Love her?" Trowa asked and Quatre nodded
"Yep or I wouldn't of let her live here. I built this house from scratch you see and I let her have a say in it. It was Shirelle who insisted on the library for me, so I can't complain" Trowa nodded
"Lucky you" he remarked. Quatre looked out of him and then smiled making his green-Blue eyes turn innocent.
"I hear you're doing well for yourself. How is Heero still as normal as ever?" he kept his voice light and was rewarded with a tightening in Trowa's jaw which proved to Quatre that his first guess was right. It was Heero he was hiding from
"Depends what's normal" Trowa remarked coolly. Quatre shrugged
"Suicidal, dead set on things, stubborn as anything?" Quatre smiled slightly "Well that's Heero normality anyhow"
"Who cares how he is" Quatre looked at him with surprise, he didn't expect to get an reaction out of him quite yet
"Well you do" came his reply. Trowa gave a bitter smiled
"Try telling him that" Quatre frowned
"What are you talking about?" Quatre asked "From what I've heard Heero is mad about you." Trowa shook his head
"I'm not going through this with you Quatre. It's over end of story" Quatre shrugged
"Have it your way but you'll be throwing away one of the best things that ever happened to you so just remember that ok" he cast one more look at the figure leaving Trowa to take in what he said as he continued to gaze out the window
There you go, when in doubt go to the best friend, they always have the door open for you. Hope you like it and Chapter Five will be up soon. Please review but if you haven't guessed by now I don't like flames and so don't bother. Oh yeah don't forget. It's about 5 years since the war so the boys are progessing slightly. That's why Trowa's like that at the end. :0D