I hope you dance...
"Yo, mail just came in from Relena and the rest of 'em," Duo chided, sipping his morning coffee. Heero's eyebrows arched
slightly. "What now?" he asked, pretending not to make it too obvious. "Something we need to do, Kit-Kat needs to do."
Everyone looked at her. "Umm, can't someone else do it?" she asked nervously, reminded of how last time turned out. "Well,
technically it's for all of us, but...you have to get us in. You can do that can't you? I mean, it's, you have
connections..." "Oh ya." She smiled, obviously pleased with herself. "Who?" asked Wufei, looking up. "Though you may not see
it, Wufei, this smile wins the heart of everyone she meets," he added cornily, making a face. She laughed. "I know Princess
Tuuliari. Close friend of mine. It just so happens that she's having a ball sometime this week...That couldn't be it, could
it? Hmmm...must be. Because everyone of influencial power will be in that building...I mean, you have to get an invitation
to get in...That would be the weak spot! If someone got assassinated there, there'd be total chaos, and it would be so easy
to..." Quatre interrupted her, before she went on any longer. "Hmm. Brains too." he smiled at her. "No sh*t sherlock,"
responded Duo, stirring the sugar around. Quatre grimmaced. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he was falling for that
same smile too..
"So what exactly does it say, Duo?" piped up Trowa, standing up, gently moving her arm over. He read it aloud.
"Miss Kita(na) and guest(s) are invited to the ball of the Confedarate Peace Organization (C.P.O) held by Princess Alana
Tuuliari."
*5 minutes and still reading*
"With deepest regards,
The Imperial Court, and members of the C.P.O."
"Well then," said heero, looking up. "That was long enough." Everyone agreed. "So then," Kita asked. "Tonight? How are we
supposed to be ready for this,exactly? I mean, this is high maitenance...You can't just go wearing spandex, or something, and
I can't go wearing jeans..." Quatre nodded. "I remembered the last one in my court...But, didn't Duo say something about a
package waiting...something about a doorbell? And besides, we still have tuxes from Relena's party, any how." "mhm." she
nodded. "Ok." "Uhm, do you guys have hot water, like not cold freezing water for the shower?" They nodded. So, she trampled
on upstairs."And, um, I wouldn't suppose you have a full length mirror, uhm, bobby pins, and umm...Herbal essences?"*silence*
Duo bravely attempted that one. "Ummmmmm..ask Quatre, no, and ummm...My third drawer on the left..." The rest of the pilots
burst out laughing."The God of death wears lip gloss! Hahahahahahaha!" "Um, baka," said Kita quickly, as not to dampen Duo's
spirit,and, as always wanted, a chance to get back at Wufei for that first day, "Herbal essences is shampoo."
*20 minutes later*
*Herbal essences moaning sounds come form the bathroom*
Heero: @_@
Wufei: X_X
Quatre: 0.0;
Trowa: -_-'
Duo: ^___^
*Yes! Yes! comes form the bathroom*
Heero: 00;
Wufei: 00;
Quatre: 00;
Trowa: ...
Duo: ^________________________________^
"Wow..." attempted Quatre, trying anything to make conversation and hopefully divert the subject. "I never knew a shampoo
could do that..." He and the other pilots just sat there astonished. Then the doorbell rang. "Hmmm so this must be the thing
that the letter was talking about! Is it Kita's *guiyiyiyiyi*" he froze, making a coughing sound as yet another fruity spasm
occured. The post dude looked up at him. "Herbal essences, huh?" Duo nodded. "You wouldn't happen to know why all women are
like that, do you?" Duo asked perplexed, as if this UPS guy had all life's answers. "Nope. I'm just a delivery guy. But gotta
love it!" he said smiling, and left. Ya...gotta love it...
"Hey! Is that for me," came Kita's voice from behind him. Her silky wet hand touched his own. All he could do was pray that
nothing would become of this. He looked confused at the rest of the pilots. They quietly snickered and shrugged. "I said, is
that for me?" she said flashing him a pretty smile. He nodded, trying not to look at her. There was little to leave to the
imagination anymore. The white towel hugged her tightly, carressing her curves, and riding too low and high at the same time.
Her arm held a knot she had made at the top, and he prayed to God, just for a second, that she'd let it go. Her beautiful
brown hair was let down, and he had never seen it that way before. It cascaded over her shoulders, over her chest, to her
hips. He blinked hard for a moment. He hadn't seen anything that beautiful in his entire life. "Yup. I think it's your
evening wear." "hmmm. Good." she kissed him on the cheek, and ran upstairs, ripped off the towel, and closed the door.
"Look, Kitana, we're going to be late. You've been up there for hours. What have you been doing?" Wufei called from
downstairs. They were already dressed in tuxes, and playfully making fun of the other. Trowa just shifted his weight on a
wall like usual. Quatre was standing, but now was tired, and went to sit on the couch. He passed Trowa. "Trowa, are you
going to ask her to dance tonight?" He giggled girlishly. Trowa plainly looked at the floor. There's no turning back now,
he thought. "Oh, c'mon Trowa! You need to have fun too, you know. And I think if you don't Duo will!" Trowa smirked. There
was no doubt of that. "And what," said Duo, getting up to make space for Quatre, "may I ask is wrong with that. She's a
beautiful girl, man." he said, then shut up.
*20 minutes later*
"Ok, look, KitKat, you know that I love you, babe, but you have to hurry it up. Do you need help?" asked Duo, starting to
get morally pissed. A muffled, dissapointed "I'm ok," came from the room. "What's wrong?" asked Trowa, immediately standing
straight up. (Heero laughed, mentioning that Trowa cared enough to even look up for her, but not anyone else.) "I...umm
does this uhh...make my butt look big?" He laughed. The first real laugh in a while. The rest of them looked absoultely
shocked (AN: 00;; I KNOW!!!) "Well, you haven't shown me, so I don't know." he smiled. God he loved that girl. Then why...
"Ok. I'm coming down. But you guys, especially you, Maxwell, have to promise not to laugh, ok?" An echo of "fine" and
"alright"s came from downstairs. He took a deep breath, opened the door and started downstairs.
Not one mouth had not hit the floor. There was no way to legibly explain how beautiful she looked. Her hair was put up into
a high messy bun. She highlighted her eyes with a beautiful silver shadow, and had elongated her eyelashes with a dark blue
mascara. She looked like a doll. She wore a necklace. It was probably diamonds. She shone brighter than they did, though. And
there, on her left wrist, was something Trowa didn't expect to see there. That same bracelet he had given her 13 years ago.
Her dress was a beautiful crystal blue. It wasn't quite short, nor long. She wore silver shoes, that must have been atleast 6
inches high. If there was a better example of perfect, goddamn, they hadn't seen in. They gaped at her.
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
"Dammit! I knew it! Urgh, what else is wrong?" she asked, judging by their faces. "wrong?" Wufei managed to splutter out.
Even he, the invincible, sane, moral, Wufei found it difficult to breathe around her now. "N-nothing. You look great,
Kitana. Absolutely b-b-beautiful." She laughed. "If it's from Wufei, it's a compliment then," she said smiling. She had
made her first slow-motion entrance on board. "Why's everyone so quiet! C'mon! It can't be that bad to wear a tux! It's only
for a couple of hours." She got no reaction. "Ok...I'm kind of freaked out...ummm..are we going then?" she asked. They
nodded, and slowly came back to reality.
Quatre extended his arm, and she took it, daintily stepping out of the car. "Wow, big turn out." said Heero, eyeing around
for any sight of Relena. Duo nodded. They stepped to the door. The man smiled at Kit. "Ahh, Miss Kitana. Welcome back. I
presume all is well." She smiled. "Mr. Langhoh, a pleasure, as always. Surprised you still remember me, though." It was
his turn to smile. "Can't ever forget a beautiful face like yours, milday. Doubt they can't either." he said, pointing to
the 5 of them, standing helplessly, staring at her still. She caught Trowa's glance for a second, then diverted her attention
back to the man. "Who are they?" "My guests. Good friends of mine, and Miss Relena." He nodded, without asking further
questions. She leaned over to kiss his cheek. He returned it with a warm hug, and bent closer, and whispered "take care of
yourself. Be careful. You never know what could happen when you're associating yourself..." "I'll be fine." she cut him off,
and all 6 of them made their way inside.
It was lavishly decorated. And Huge. Definately huge. They made their way around, mostly Kit, meeting and greeting, as a
royal courtisan should do. She got tired of it after a while. Trowa saw the opportunity. "Kit...you wanna go outside for
a minute?" he asked, unsure how to phrase it. She nodded. "Duo, please tell Count Valinmore I will be outside, and
inform him if any of 'them' appear, to send for me." he nodded. She placed a hand on Trowa's arm then, as was accustomed.
They walked outside, into the garden, stopping by a fountain. "What's up Tro-kun?" she asked, smile never leaving her face.
"Hmm...wanted to talk to you Kit." he said, without emotion. She nodded. "Lay it on me." He kept a straight face. "How
come you always have to be so serious?" she asked, tracing his knuckles with her fingertips. He looked up at her with
pleading eyes. "How come you never are." She smiled. "Because I dont wan't to. If I was always serious I wouldn't ever get
anywhere. I think it seperates us from being humans and being people. People feel. People disregard. People take things for
granted. There not all good things, but they make us people. People like me...we don't have time to be serious. We spend our
time making sure everyone else is happy. That we are. We take for granted what we have, and never really understand until we
don't have it anymore, I guess. We underestimate the power of a smile. A friend. A kiss. We just expect something to happen
for us, not to happen to us. We always think that we'll be okay. That there will be something out there for us. We don't
worry. We know, that in being ourselves everything will turn out okay. We can afford to smile. Maybe it's because we're naive
or something else. I don't know. But that doesn't make me right either." She paused for a minute, sighed, and looked deep
into his eyes.
"Alright. I tried to explain myself. What's your deal?" "I don't have to be, I guess. I don't see a point in making a
big deal about such small and unimportant things. Being a pilot, I learned that not everything is fun and games, Kit. You
won't necessarily have anything when you get back. You'll be left with nothing. I don't want you to be left with nothing Kit.
It's a lesson I learned a long time ago. I guess that's why I am the way I am." She smiled, drew herself a little bit closer
and whispered, "I think that's why I love you. Don't ever change the way you are." She leaned over and quietly half-sang a
verse of a sweet melody to him.
"May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed"
His eyes clouded over for a minute. "Don't ever let anything like that get to you. Please don't ever change who you are.
Don't let people or pride change you. You're too pure for that." He smiled, unsure what to say for a minute. Then he opened
his eyes for the first time in years. "That's why I am the way I am...I let things get to me...bottle them up inside.
Everything's led me in the wrong direction. I've made my own mistakes Kit. I close the doors for myself. I agreed to this in
the first place I'm a pilot, because I fight for who and what I believe in. But I don't know what to believe anymore..."
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
"You've gotta have faith, Trowa. You've gotta give it a fighting chance." He stared at the sky. "I've fought for it all the
chances I could. I've lost hope in faith, Kita, and it has lost all hope in me. I give up. Game over, Kita. I don't want
to play this damn game anymore!" He said pounding his fists into the concrete blocks. She looked up at him with grave eyes.
"Trowa..." she said, in barely a whisper. "You can't believe this is true." "Prove me wrong, Kita! Prove me goddamn wrong!"
he challenged, emerald eyes blazing with intense fire. Her lip quivered slightly. "Those are bold words Trowa.However..."
Promise me that youll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit out or dance
I hope you dance I hope you dance
"Faith hasn't lost hope in you. Not just yet...but you've given up on trusting faith. Tell me, if you weren't faithful to
me, or I to you, why are we here? Why did you save me?" "I..." He didn't understand how she could tell him more about himself
than he could. "No...Trowa. I think you're afraid. Afraid to let go. Of the future. Don't let that take control of you, or
you'll forget everything you ever were. Everything you ever will be, and everyone you ever loved." She paused, taking what
she was saying in. She didn't even know what she had said. It had just came out. Like most stuff did when she was talking
to him. "I remember, yah, I still do," she said, a single tear glistening her polished cheek. "When I told you I was afraid
of life? Do you know what you told me?" His glanced traced her face. God, why couldn't he just get it overwith? "No." She
smiled. "Me neither. But I bet you I can guess. You always told me to be the best I could. To reach for those stars, Trowa.
You told me never to take the easy way out. That way doesn't profit you anythng except regret, Tro."
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
He looked at her with a blank expression. "I don't take chances with crap like that. That's what gets you killed, Kit." He
said, eyes yet again, reaching towards the sky. "No." she said solemly, taking his hand, in her own, in a firm grip. "You're
wrong, Trowa. I wont stand aside and watch you waste your life. You could make something of yourself. You're a good person,
Trowa, despite what you, yourself, our anyone else thinks." She pleaded, more tears rolling down her face. "You're a good
person." He unhitched his hand from her own. "No, I'm not. And I have made something of myself, Kitana, like it or not. This
is what I want to do. Why can't you understand that?" She looked up at him with a sense of pure hatred, yet sorrow drained
her anger. "You lie, Trowa Barton. You know in your heart that you have a purpose for something more. You're my friend. I
don't want you to waste your life. But I see that you can't understand that. No big deal to you if you blow yourself up, you
don't care. But did you ever stop to think someone else would? Did you ever think about how I would feel? Goddamit, Trowa!
I've tried everything! I just can't get you to see that there's more to life...can I?" She said, voice becoming increasingly
silent.He looked up into her chocolate eyes. "This was a mistake." He said simply, getting up to walk away. "I don't need
this." "YOu don't need what, Trowa? You don't need to know that I'm in love with you, and don't want you to get yourself
killed? Trowa, please. Try to be sensible." "Sensible?" he yelled, making two birds fly out of a tree. "You want me to be
sensible? Why don't you take your own advice? God! Sensible? Ever since you've been here, nothing's made any sense. You've
screwed everything up for me! Does it look like I want to have to throw my life around? The only reason I'm doing this is
bcause of your father."
Livin might mean takin chances but theyre worth takin
Lovin might be a mistake but its worth makin
That struck her pretty hard. She just about lost it. "Idiot, don't take it out on me just because you don't know anything!
Does your past really matter that much to you? Am I nothing? Do you even care about anyone, other than yourself, Trowa!
God! How could I be so ignorant. It's been obvious, hasn't it. Stupid excuses, to get out of everything, just because he
doesn't want to lose the game. Just because...he..doesn't care!" She spat. Wow. That coming from her hurt worse than a
bullet. She knew nothing! It wasn't like he didn't care about her! She's screwn up everything for him! But still, he loved
her more than his life. He got up, and raised his hand. He applied force to it, and sent it towards her face. Then...he
thought it over,stopped short,and ran as fast as he could. He had to get out of this place. Anything to get away from the
girl who could cause him so much pain, yet turn his whole life around with her smile. Anything...
Dont let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin out reconsider
He ran until he couldn't breathe anymore. He made a last effort to look up at the beautiful night sky before finding his
was inside. At that same very moment, a tear streaked Kita did the exact same thing. Why was life so cruel? Dear God, she
prayed, don't let him do something stupid. I love him. He might not love me, but I love him with all my heart. Trowa glanced
around the crowds of people, and silently prayed to God, something he had never done before. She might hate me, but it had
to be this way. I love her...God don't let her take it to heart, don't let her hurt herself. Then he turned, and left for
the room that was assigned for all 6 of them. He again silently prayed taht she wasn't there, because he needed time to cool
off. She was right. Excuses, she had told him, and that was exactly right. It wasn't only that he was afraid for her, but
that he was afraid for, and of himself.
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit out or dance
I hope you danceI hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
I hope you danceI hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder, where those years have gone)
She looked at the alabaster floor. What had she done? If she hadn't forced this all onto him, he would have never left.
She silently wondered where he was, and what he was thinking. Maybe she should go find him and apologize. But then again,
compared to him, had she been wrong at all? Thoughts rippled through her like an ebbing tide. A sole voice was the only
thing to bring her back down to earth. "Hello...? Are you okay? Hello?" She smiled at the man infront of her, telling the
man the unhonest truth. "Yes, I'm fine. Sorry about that, I have a lot on my mind." He smiled. His smile was amazing. She
swore it could have made any girl anywhere melt. "So I see. You know, you look totally fine tonight," he said, taking another
sip of what seemed to be a cosmopolitan. She laughed. He obviously didn't have a high tolerance for alcohol. Despite that
fact though, he was extremely good looking. She smiled at him, and he in return, smiled back. "Do you dance?" he asked,
taking her hand, and kissing it in a comical fashion. She laughed. "Yes, I'm pretty sure I do. Would you like to dance with
me...uh..." "Spike." The man said, eyes never waivering fomr her own. A smile errupted on her lips. "The infamous bounty
hunter?" "Naturally," he said, escorting her into the dance hall of the ballroom.
The rest of the night, they had shared drinks, and danced. She was saddened, though. He was great and all, but there was only
one person she had wanted to dance with...and Spike wasn't that person...
I wonder where he's gone...
"Yo, mail just came in from Relena and the rest of 'em," Duo chided, sipping his morning coffee. Heero's eyebrows arched
slightly. "What now?" he asked, pretending not to make it too obvious. "Something we need to do, Kit-Kat needs to do."
Everyone looked at her. "Umm, can't someone else do it?" she asked nervously, reminded of how last time turned out. "Well,
technically it's for all of us, but...you have to get us in. You can do that can't you? I mean, it's, you have
connections..." "Oh ya." She smiled, obviously pleased with herself. "Who?" asked Wufei, looking up. "Though you may not see
it, Wufei, this smile wins the heart of everyone she meets," he added cornily, making a face. She laughed. "I know Princess
Tuuliari. Close friend of mine. It just so happens that she's having a ball sometime this week...That couldn't be it, could
it? Hmmm...must be. Because everyone of influencial power will be in that building...I mean, you have to get an invitation
to get in...That would be the weak spot! If someone got assassinated there, there'd be total chaos, and it would be so easy
to..." Quatre interrupted her, before she went on any longer. "Hmm. Brains too." he smiled at her. "No sh*t sherlock,"
responded Duo, stirring the sugar around. Quatre grimmaced. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he was falling for that
same smile too..
"So what exactly does it say, Duo?" piped up Trowa, standing up, gently moving her arm over. He read it aloud.
"Miss Kita(na) and guest(s) are invited to the ball of the Confedarate Peace Organization (C.P.O) held by Princess Alana
Tuuliari."
*5 minutes and still reading*
"With deepest regards,
The Imperial Court, and members of the C.P.O."
"Well then," said heero, looking up. "That was long enough." Everyone agreed. "So then," Kita asked. "Tonight? How are we
supposed to be ready for this,exactly? I mean, this is high maitenance...You can't just go wearing spandex, or something, and
I can't go wearing jeans..." Quatre nodded. "I remembered the last one in my court...But, didn't Duo say something about a
package waiting...something about a doorbell? And besides, we still have tuxes from Relena's party, any how." "mhm." she
nodded. "Ok." "Uhm, do you guys have hot water, like not cold freezing water for the shower?" They nodded. So, she trampled
on upstairs."And, um, I wouldn't suppose you have a full length mirror, uhm, bobby pins, and umm...Herbal essences?"*silence*
Duo bravely attempted that one. "Ummmmmm..ask Quatre, no, and ummm...My third drawer on the left..." The rest of the pilots
burst out laughing."The God of death wears lip gloss! Hahahahahahaha!" "Um, baka," said Kita quickly, as not to dampen Duo's
spirit,and, as always wanted, a chance to get back at Wufei for that first day, "Herbal essences is shampoo."
*20 minutes later*
*Herbal essences moaning sounds come form the bathroom*
Heero: @_@
Wufei: X_X
Quatre: 0.0;
Trowa: -_-'
Duo: ^___^
*Yes! Yes! comes form the bathroom*
Heero: 00;
Wufei: 00;
Quatre: 00;
Trowa: ...
Duo: ^________________________________^
"Wow..." attempted Quatre, trying anything to make conversation and hopefully divert the subject. "I never knew a shampoo
could do that..." He and the other pilots just sat there astonished. Then the doorbell rang. "Hmmm so this must be the thing
that the letter was talking about! Is it Kita's *guiyiyiyiyi*" he froze, making a coughing sound as yet another fruity spasm
occured. The post dude looked up at him. "Herbal essences, huh?" Duo nodded. "You wouldn't happen to know why all women are
like that, do you?" Duo asked perplexed, as if this UPS guy had all life's answers. "Nope. I'm just a delivery guy. But gotta
love it!" he said smiling, and left. Ya...gotta love it...
"Hey! Is that for me," came Kita's voice from behind him. Her silky wet hand touched his own. All he could do was pray that
nothing would become of this. He looked confused at the rest of the pilots. They quietly snickered and shrugged. "I said, is
that for me?" she said flashing him a pretty smile. He nodded, trying not to look at her. There was little to leave to the
imagination anymore. The white towel hugged her tightly, carressing her curves, and riding too low and high at the same time.
Her arm held a knot she had made at the top, and he prayed to God, just for a second, that she'd let it go. Her beautiful
brown hair was let down, and he had never seen it that way before. It cascaded over her shoulders, over her chest, to her
hips. He blinked hard for a moment. He hadn't seen anything that beautiful in his entire life. "Yup. I think it's your
evening wear." "hmmm. Good." she kissed him on the cheek, and ran upstairs, ripped off the towel, and closed the door.
"Look, Kitana, we're going to be late. You've been up there for hours. What have you been doing?" Wufei called from
downstairs. They were already dressed in tuxes, and playfully making fun of the other. Trowa just shifted his weight on a
wall like usual. Quatre was standing, but now was tired, and went to sit on the couch. He passed Trowa. "Trowa, are you
going to ask her to dance tonight?" He giggled girlishly. Trowa plainly looked at the floor. There's no turning back now,
he thought. "Oh, c'mon Trowa! You need to have fun too, you know. And I think if you don't Duo will!" Trowa smirked. There
was no doubt of that. "And what," said Duo, getting up to make space for Quatre, "may I ask is wrong with that. She's a
beautiful girl, man." he said, then shut up.
*20 minutes later*
"Ok, look, KitKat, you know that I love you, babe, but you have to hurry it up. Do you need help?" asked Duo, starting to
get morally pissed. A muffled, dissapointed "I'm ok," came from the room. "What's wrong?" asked Trowa, immediately standing
straight up. (Heero laughed, mentioning that Trowa cared enough to even look up for her, but not anyone else.) "I...umm
does this uhh...make my butt look big?" He laughed. The first real laugh in a while. The rest of them looked absoultely
shocked (AN: 00;; I KNOW!!!) "Well, you haven't shown me, so I don't know." he smiled. God he loved that girl. Then why...
"Ok. I'm coming down. But you guys, especially you, Maxwell, have to promise not to laugh, ok?" An echo of "fine" and
"alright"s came from downstairs. He took a deep breath, opened the door and started downstairs.
Not one mouth had not hit the floor. There was no way to legibly explain how beautiful she looked. Her hair was put up into
a high messy bun. She highlighted her eyes with a beautiful silver shadow, and had elongated her eyelashes with a dark blue
mascara. She looked like a doll. She wore a necklace. It was probably diamonds. She shone brighter than they did, though. And
there, on her left wrist, was something Trowa didn't expect to see there. That same bracelet he had given her 13 years ago.
Her dress was a beautiful crystal blue. It wasn't quite short, nor long. She wore silver shoes, that must have been atleast 6
inches high. If there was a better example of perfect, goddamn, they hadn't seen in. They gaped at her.
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
"Dammit! I knew it! Urgh, what else is wrong?" she asked, judging by their faces. "wrong?" Wufei managed to splutter out.
Even he, the invincible, sane, moral, Wufei found it difficult to breathe around her now. "N-nothing. You look great,
Kitana. Absolutely b-b-beautiful." She laughed. "If it's from Wufei, it's a compliment then," she said smiling. She had
made her first slow-motion entrance on board. "Why's everyone so quiet! C'mon! It can't be that bad to wear a tux! It's only
for a couple of hours." She got no reaction. "Ok...I'm kind of freaked out...ummm..are we going then?" she asked. They
nodded, and slowly came back to reality.
Quatre extended his arm, and she took it, daintily stepping out of the car. "Wow, big turn out." said Heero, eyeing around
for any sight of Relena. Duo nodded. They stepped to the door. The man smiled at Kit. "Ahh, Miss Kitana. Welcome back. I
presume all is well." She smiled. "Mr. Langhoh, a pleasure, as always. Surprised you still remember me, though." It was
his turn to smile. "Can't ever forget a beautiful face like yours, milday. Doubt they can't either." he said, pointing to
the 5 of them, standing helplessly, staring at her still. She caught Trowa's glance for a second, then diverted her attention
back to the man. "Who are they?" "My guests. Good friends of mine, and Miss Relena." He nodded, without asking further
questions. She leaned over to kiss his cheek. He returned it with a warm hug, and bent closer, and whispered "take care of
yourself. Be careful. You never know what could happen when you're associating yourself..." "I'll be fine." she cut him off,
and all 6 of them made their way inside.
It was lavishly decorated. And Huge. Definately huge. They made their way around, mostly Kit, meeting and greeting, as a
royal courtisan should do. She got tired of it after a while. Trowa saw the opportunity. "Kit...you wanna go outside for
a minute?" he asked, unsure how to phrase it. She nodded. "Duo, please tell Count Valinmore I will be outside, and
inform him if any of 'them' appear, to send for me." he nodded. She placed a hand on Trowa's arm then, as was accustomed.
They walked outside, into the garden, stopping by a fountain. "What's up Tro-kun?" she asked, smile never leaving her face.
"Hmm...wanted to talk to you Kit." he said, without emotion. She nodded. "Lay it on me." He kept a straight face. "How
come you always have to be so serious?" she asked, tracing his knuckles with her fingertips. He looked up at her with
pleading eyes. "How come you never are." She smiled. "Because I dont wan't to. If I was always serious I wouldn't ever get
anywhere. I think it seperates us from being humans and being people. People feel. People disregard. People take things for
granted. There not all good things, but they make us people. People like me...we don't have time to be serious. We spend our
time making sure everyone else is happy. That we are. We take for granted what we have, and never really understand until we
don't have it anymore, I guess. We underestimate the power of a smile. A friend. A kiss. We just expect something to happen
for us, not to happen to us. We always think that we'll be okay. That there will be something out there for us. We don't
worry. We know, that in being ourselves everything will turn out okay. We can afford to smile. Maybe it's because we're naive
or something else. I don't know. But that doesn't make me right either." She paused for a minute, sighed, and looked deep
into his eyes.
"Alright. I tried to explain myself. What's your deal?" "I don't have to be, I guess. I don't see a point in making a
big deal about such small and unimportant things. Being a pilot, I learned that not everything is fun and games, Kit. You
won't necessarily have anything when you get back. You'll be left with nothing. I don't want you to be left with nothing Kit.
It's a lesson I learned a long time ago. I guess that's why I am the way I am." She smiled, drew herself a little bit closer
and whispered, "I think that's why I love you. Don't ever change the way you are." She leaned over and quietly half-sang a
verse of a sweet melody to him.
"May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed"
His eyes clouded over for a minute. "Don't ever let anything like that get to you. Please don't ever change who you are.
Don't let people or pride change you. You're too pure for that." He smiled, unsure what to say for a minute. Then he opened
his eyes for the first time in years. "That's why I am the way I am...I let things get to me...bottle them up inside.
Everything's led me in the wrong direction. I've made my own mistakes Kit. I close the doors for myself. I agreed to this in
the first place I'm a pilot, because I fight for who and what I believe in. But I don't know what to believe anymore..."
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
"You've gotta have faith, Trowa. You've gotta give it a fighting chance." He stared at the sky. "I've fought for it all the
chances I could. I've lost hope in faith, Kita, and it has lost all hope in me. I give up. Game over, Kita. I don't want
to play this damn game anymore!" He said pounding his fists into the concrete blocks. She looked up at him with grave eyes.
"Trowa..." she said, in barely a whisper. "You can't believe this is true." "Prove me wrong, Kita! Prove me goddamn wrong!"
he challenged, emerald eyes blazing with intense fire. Her lip quivered slightly. "Those are bold words Trowa.However..."
Promise me that youll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit out or dance
I hope you dance I hope you dance
"Faith hasn't lost hope in you. Not just yet...but you've given up on trusting faith. Tell me, if you weren't faithful to
me, or I to you, why are we here? Why did you save me?" "I..." He didn't understand how she could tell him more about himself
than he could. "No...Trowa. I think you're afraid. Afraid to let go. Of the future. Don't let that take control of you, or
you'll forget everything you ever were. Everything you ever will be, and everyone you ever loved." She paused, taking what
she was saying in. She didn't even know what she had said. It had just came out. Like most stuff did when she was talking
to him. "I remember, yah, I still do," she said, a single tear glistening her polished cheek. "When I told you I was afraid
of life? Do you know what you told me?" His glanced traced her face. God, why couldn't he just get it overwith? "No." She
smiled. "Me neither. But I bet you I can guess. You always told me to be the best I could. To reach for those stars, Trowa.
You told me never to take the easy way out. That way doesn't profit you anythng except regret, Tro."
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
He looked at her with a blank expression. "I don't take chances with crap like that. That's what gets you killed, Kit." He
said, eyes yet again, reaching towards the sky. "No." she said solemly, taking his hand, in her own, in a firm grip. "You're
wrong, Trowa. I wont stand aside and watch you waste your life. You could make something of yourself. You're a good person,
Trowa, despite what you, yourself, our anyone else thinks." She pleaded, more tears rolling down her face. "You're a good
person." He unhitched his hand from her own. "No, I'm not. And I have made something of myself, Kitana, like it or not. This
is what I want to do. Why can't you understand that?" She looked up at him with a sense of pure hatred, yet sorrow drained
her anger. "You lie, Trowa Barton. You know in your heart that you have a purpose for something more. You're my friend. I
don't want you to waste your life. But I see that you can't understand that. No big deal to you if you blow yourself up, you
don't care. But did you ever stop to think someone else would? Did you ever think about how I would feel? Goddamit, Trowa!
I've tried everything! I just can't get you to see that there's more to life...can I?" She said, voice becoming increasingly
silent.He looked up into her chocolate eyes. "This was a mistake." He said simply, getting up to walk away. "I don't need
this." "YOu don't need what, Trowa? You don't need to know that I'm in love with you, and don't want you to get yourself
killed? Trowa, please. Try to be sensible." "Sensible?" he yelled, making two birds fly out of a tree. "You want me to be
sensible? Why don't you take your own advice? God! Sensible? Ever since you've been here, nothing's made any sense. You've
screwed everything up for me! Does it look like I want to have to throw my life around? The only reason I'm doing this is
bcause of your father."
Livin might mean takin chances but theyre worth takin
Lovin might be a mistake but its worth makin
That struck her pretty hard. She just about lost it. "Idiot, don't take it out on me just because you don't know anything!
Does your past really matter that much to you? Am I nothing? Do you even care about anyone, other than yourself, Trowa!
God! How could I be so ignorant. It's been obvious, hasn't it. Stupid excuses, to get out of everything, just because he
doesn't want to lose the game. Just because...he..doesn't care!" She spat. Wow. That coming from her hurt worse than a
bullet. She knew nothing! It wasn't like he didn't care about her! She's screwn up everything for him! But still, he loved
her more than his life. He got up, and raised his hand. He applied force to it, and sent it towards her face. Then...he
thought it over,stopped short,and ran as fast as he could. He had to get out of this place. Anything to get away from the
girl who could cause him so much pain, yet turn his whole life around with her smile. Anything...
Dont let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin out reconsider
He ran until he couldn't breathe anymore. He made a last effort to look up at the beautiful night sky before finding his
was inside. At that same very moment, a tear streaked Kita did the exact same thing. Why was life so cruel? Dear God, she
prayed, don't let him do something stupid. I love him. He might not love me, but I love him with all my heart. Trowa glanced
around the crowds of people, and silently prayed to God, something he had never done before. She might hate me, but it had
to be this way. I love her...God don't let her take it to heart, don't let her hurt herself. Then he turned, and left for
the room that was assigned for all 6 of them. He again silently prayed taht she wasn't there, because he needed time to cool
off. She was right. Excuses, she had told him, and that was exactly right. It wasn't only that he was afraid for her, but
that he was afraid for, and of himself.
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit out or dance
I hope you danceI hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
I hope you danceI hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder, where those years have gone)
She looked at the alabaster floor. What had she done? If she hadn't forced this all onto him, he would have never left.
She silently wondered where he was, and what he was thinking. Maybe she should go find him and apologize. But then again,
compared to him, had she been wrong at all? Thoughts rippled through her like an ebbing tide. A sole voice was the only
thing to bring her back down to earth. "Hello...? Are you okay? Hello?" She smiled at the man infront of her, telling the
man the unhonest truth. "Yes, I'm fine. Sorry about that, I have a lot on my mind." He smiled. His smile was amazing. She
swore it could have made any girl anywhere melt. "So I see. You know, you look totally fine tonight," he said, taking another
sip of what seemed to be a cosmopolitan. She laughed. He obviously didn't have a high tolerance for alcohol. Despite that
fact though, he was extremely good looking. She smiled at him, and he in return, smiled back. "Do you dance?" he asked,
taking her hand, and kissing it in a comical fashion. She laughed. "Yes, I'm pretty sure I do. Would you like to dance with
me...uh..." "Spike." The man said, eyes never waivering fomr her own. A smile errupted on her lips. "The infamous bounty
hunter?" "Naturally," he said, escorting her into the dance hall of the ballroom.
The rest of the night, they had shared drinks, and danced. She was saddened, though. He was great and all, but there was only
one person she had wanted to dance with...and Spike wasn't that person...
I wonder where he's gone...