You're my Possession
by
Anime the Fallen Angel
Underlined Italics – means time/ scene notes
Italics – means flashbacks / thoughts
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Chapter 3: The Night is my Companion... Solitude My Guide
Barton Palace, Night
Trowa sat on a chair on the balcony, looking out at the night sky, a flute in his hands. He simply stared at the night, thinking. His father and the Regent had been in deep discussion all day. Wufei had left to explore the palace like he always does, leaving Trowa to find his own way of amusing himself, which suited him just fine. He preferred being alone anyway. Trowa lifted the flute to his lips and played a song. One he had played since he was young. One that seemed to hold a missing element in his opinion, but one he didn't know. Whilst he played, he thought of the thief currently in the palace dungeons. Something about the boy struck something in the Barton prince, and he didn't like it. He didn't like the feeling of shame and guilt in his gut every time he thought of those angry blue eyes. After a few minutes playing, Trowa removed the flute from his mouth and frowned.
"If you want to talk, then stop skulking in the shadows."
"My apologies, Trowa, but I couldn't help but just skulk. It's in my nature."
Prince Wufei walked out onto the balcony, in fresh clothes; a blue tight shirt with a loose hem and a gold dragon down the side with a gold cloth belt tying it to his waist. He had on a pair of clean white pants and black slippers of his kingdom's design and his ever trusty sword hanging on his belt. He leaned nonchalantly against the rails of the balcony, observing the Barton prince.
"Where did you learn to play like that?"
"I knew ever since I was young. What do you want?"
"Just wondering... What's going to happen to that boy in the dungeon?"
"Who knows? Who even cares; he's just a rodent. He might be lucky and simply lose a hand. Or he may be made an example of and be executed. My father will decide."
Wufei observed the unibanged prince. "You and the whole Barton household seems to hold that kind of opinion over your people. Why's that?"
"Why should it matter?"
Wufei shrugged after a while. The two simply stayed on the balcony in silence. It was Trowa who broke the silence next.
"Why are you and your father here anyway? Any news?"
Wufei looked at Trowa and smiled slowly. "Well, let's say it involves joining our two kingdoms together. My father hasn't given me many clues, but I have an idea."
"Care to give me any clue?"
Wufei shook his head and pushed himself off the railing. He walked back into the palace. "Not really. Surprises make life worth living, after all..."
With that, the prince left the balcony and the Barton prince alone, as he preferred. Trowa closed his eyes and sighed, exasperated. "I hate being surprised..." He opened his green eyes again and looked up at the round moon in the night sky; his companion. Once again, his usually focused thoughts wandered to the boy in the dungeons.
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Barton Palace Dungeons
"Next time, I won't ask nicely. Who was your accomplice!?"
"I worked alone!"
Quatre coughed as the guard delivered a blow to his gut. Quatre looked up at the guard, who simply snorted. "Well, since you won't share, let's see how a night or two of no feeding suits you."
With that, the guard left the cell and dungeons. Almost as a second thought, he stopped to light the bracket in the wall. Dim orange light lit just the one corner of the dungeons before the guard left. Quatre snorted at the meagre light. With light in that one corner, it made the rest of the dungeon seem darker. Quatre looked up at the moon through the small barred window of his cell. Quatre thought how much he hated the Royals; his captivity enforcing his hatred more. Quatre thought about his braided friend, Duo. I wonder if he managed to get away... I hope he's okay...
Quatre lowered his eyes, thinking. This wasn't the first time he felt so alone. There was one time when he did wander the streets, feeling not only lonely, but heart broken and betrayed. Quatre couldn't remember why he felt that way, but he knew it had something to do with the Royal family. Forcing himself not to cry, Quatre started using his solitude as a guide. What did he do the last time he was alone...?
I wandered for a bit, but then stole food from a girl my age...
Quatre grinned at the memory, remembering the slight mistake. The girl he had stolen from was actually Duo, when he was stealing to support himself as well. That was how he had first met the braided boy. Now... how could I use that to help me out now... Quatre sat against the bars of his cell so he could look out at the window to the moon. The blonde thief didn't notice the firelight go out; it wasn't bright enough to affect his vision anyway.
Quatre's mind wandered to the prince who caught him. He felt his heart ache with betrayal again and shook his head, clearing it. He had to focus and find a way out. Delving a little further into his memory, Quatre remembered the one thing he learnt from Duo, and that was...
Your hair can hide an amazing array of things...
Quatre ran his fingers through his own thick hair. He withdrew his fingers with a triumphant smile. In his fingers was a small file welded to a clip which held it in his hair. Turning onto his knees, Quatre started filing. Solitude can really point you in the right direction...