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"It's alright.Quatre-no, no I'm not mad.it's ok.alright, ok good. Bye." Trowa hung up the cell as Heero got out of the car. He picked his way through the flock of reporters and caught Heero's eye. Trowa nodded to a secluded stairwell. Heero gave a curt nod and slipped away from Relena. "Trowa." "Heero, how've you been?" Trowa asked as they walked.
"Bored. You?" "Married." Heero stopped for a moment, than kept walking.
"Your married? To who?" "Quatre." Again, Heero stopped, than resumed walking again. He didn't speak again until they reached the stairwell.
"Quatre?" Trowa simply nodded.
"Yes. I'm gay after all." Heero blinked, than shifted as he leaned against the wall of the stair well, arms folded across his chest. "How do you say it.easily?" Trowa arched his eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?" Heero sighed. Stuffing his hands deep into his jacket pockets. He gnawed on his lip. "Saying IT. Being so nonchalant about saying it." Trowa arched an eyebrow again. "Heero is there something you want to tell me?" Heero shifted again. "Well. I don't like Relena.or any other girls for that matter." "So you're gay?" Heero coughed. "That's what you're trying to tell me right?" Heero nodded, and looked up. "Heero." Heero looked at him "you can't go to the delegates ball." Heero looked confused. "And why not?" Trowa sighed looking up at the sky. "You just can't. I can't tell you why, but you can't."
Heero watched the taller Italian. His deep cobalt eyes full of question. He couldn't understand why Trowa couldn't tell him. "Trowa, I have to. Relena has to have a bodyguard. She could be attacked at any time." Trowa shook his head, as he looked at Heero again. The smaller Japanese boy had grown into a gentle-looking young man. His arms were no longer slender and lanky but now bulky and muscled. His hair was still unruly and messy but seemed heavier, thicker. His eyes were still cold, but not as icy as they used to be. "You can't. Do you like your life with Relena?" Heero shook his head. 'No I hate it. I'd rather be looking for Duo.' "Than you can't go." This was very aggravating for Heero. "Trowa, just tell me." The man whom Heero'd known most of, if not all of, his teenage life sighed. "We found him." he whispered. "What?" Trowa looked into Heero's eyes. "We found Duo." Heero blinked. His hands trembled. "D-d-duo? Y-you found him?" Trowa nodded. Heero licked his lips slightly. "W-where?" Trowa looked away. "Trowa. Tell me please. I have to find him." "I can't," Heero grabbed Trowa's shoulders. He held tight to the taller man's shoulders. "Trowa! Please, I just.. I need to at least see him. Just talk to him." Trowa sighed. He looked at the shorter Japanese man, eyes pleading him to give in the information. "Alright. He'll be at the delegate's ball. But I'm not going to tell you who or where." Heero grinned pulling the tall Trowa into a hug. "Thank you, Trowa. Thank you so much!"
There! Wow.two chapters one night.I'm on a roll.read and review. And I'll give you another chapter! Maybe.if I get around to writing at all this semester. Shows what you can do when you have like four days off to just write! Anyway, I don't know when I'll get the next one up. But keep hounding and it should be up soon. Your friendly neighborhood fic author, Abby.
Ps: for those who care, I got a 62 % on my Writer's craft ISU project, be happy!
"It's alright.Quatre-no, no I'm not mad.it's ok.alright, ok good. Bye." Trowa hung up the cell as Heero got out of the car. He picked his way through the flock of reporters and caught Heero's eye. Trowa nodded to a secluded stairwell. Heero gave a curt nod and slipped away from Relena. "Trowa." "Heero, how've you been?" Trowa asked as they walked.
"Bored. You?" "Married." Heero stopped for a moment, than kept walking.
"Your married? To who?" "Quatre." Again, Heero stopped, than resumed walking again. He didn't speak again until they reached the stairwell.
"Quatre?" Trowa simply nodded.
"Yes. I'm gay after all." Heero blinked, than shifted as he leaned against the wall of the stair well, arms folded across his chest. "How do you say it.easily?" Trowa arched his eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?" Heero sighed. Stuffing his hands deep into his jacket pockets. He gnawed on his lip. "Saying IT. Being so nonchalant about saying it." Trowa arched an eyebrow again. "Heero is there something you want to tell me?" Heero shifted again. "Well. I don't like Relena.or any other girls for that matter." "So you're gay?" Heero coughed. "That's what you're trying to tell me right?" Heero nodded, and looked up. "Heero." Heero looked at him "you can't go to the delegates ball." Heero looked confused. "And why not?" Trowa sighed looking up at the sky. "You just can't. I can't tell you why, but you can't."
Heero watched the taller Italian. His deep cobalt eyes full of question. He couldn't understand why Trowa couldn't tell him. "Trowa, I have to. Relena has to have a bodyguard. She could be attacked at any time." Trowa shook his head, as he looked at Heero again. The smaller Japanese boy had grown into a gentle-looking young man. His arms were no longer slender and lanky but now bulky and muscled. His hair was still unruly and messy but seemed heavier, thicker. His eyes were still cold, but not as icy as they used to be. "You can't. Do you like your life with Relena?" Heero shook his head. 'No I hate it. I'd rather be looking for Duo.' "Than you can't go." This was very aggravating for Heero. "Trowa, just tell me." The man whom Heero'd known most of, if not all of, his teenage life sighed. "We found him." he whispered. "What?" Trowa looked into Heero's eyes. "We found Duo." Heero blinked. His hands trembled. "D-d-duo? Y-you found him?" Trowa nodded. Heero licked his lips slightly. "W-where?" Trowa looked away. "Trowa. Tell me please. I have to find him." "I can't," Heero grabbed Trowa's shoulders. He held tight to the taller man's shoulders. "Trowa! Please, I just.. I need to at least see him. Just talk to him." Trowa sighed. He looked at the shorter Japanese man, eyes pleading him to give in the information. "Alright. He'll be at the delegate's ball. But I'm not going to tell you who or where." Heero grinned pulling the tall Trowa into a hug. "Thank you, Trowa. Thank you so much!"
There! Wow.two chapters one night.I'm on a roll.read and review. And I'll give you another chapter! Maybe.if I get around to writing at all this semester. Shows what you can do when you have like four days off to just write! Anyway, I don't know when I'll get the next one up. But keep hounding and it should be up soon. Your friendly neighborhood fic author, Abby.
Ps: for those who care, I got a 62 % on my Writer's craft ISU project, be happy!