You're my Possession
by
Anime the Fallen Angel
Underlined Italics – means time/ scene notes
Italics – means flashbacks / thoughts
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Chapter 4: Will I spend forever here... and not be satisfied
Barton Palace Dungeons, Before Dawn
Quatre huffed in frustration and fatigue. He had stayed up all night filing and had only managed to file halfway through the bottom of the bar. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to blink away the sleep before starting again. His fingers were becoming sore from all the filing, but he kept going. I am not staying here... I am not staying here... I am not staying here... He chanted in his head as he filed. Quatre was positive he was becoming exhausted when, as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon, he started thinking about Prince Trowa.
He's such a bigot... but he isn't that bad... I'm sure; it's his father, the King, who raised him that way...
Quatre shook his head violently. What am I thinking!? They are as bad as each other. The acorn doesn't fall far from the oak tree... Quatre continued filing, his head swimming in tired thoughts with each stroke.
Still... what would have the prince turned out like if he had some decent friends? I bet he wouldn't be too bad. He did have the chance to kill me and Duo back in the alley for stealing, but he didn't. Still, he might have something else in store for me... I wouldn't put it past him. But... for some reason... I don't think he's that bad. Some feeling that I do know him better than I realise... But why? Argh... How frustrating! Why can't I think of anything to satisfy my thoughts!?
Quatre stopped filing for a second and stretched, yawning. It wasn't until the sun was fully pouring into his cell did he manage to wedge away the one bar. He estimated that his petite frame would be able to squeeze through. Hurriedly, he concealed the hole with some hay on the cell floor when the guard slammed the door down to check up on Quatre.
"Up all night, eh? Well, just you wait, kid. When I come back, you'll wish that you slept as soundly as a bear during hibernation."
The guard slammed the door shut. Quatre stared after the hulking man and smiled. He wouldn't have to find out what the guard had in store for him now...
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Trowa's room, Morning
Trowa sat at his desk, tapping his fingers on the wood. His flute was lying on its side in front of him, having been played by its master only minutes before. Trowa frowned. He had played the same melody again, but couldn't get it out of his head that there was still something missing. For some reason, the more he thought about it, the more he thought that the blonde thief in the dungeons would know about it; know what was missing. The prince sighed and shook his head. Why would he? He's just a peasant; a common thief.
But still... there's something about him... his eyes... so familiar. But why do I feel guilty whenever I look into them or think about them...? I shouldn't have too... I'm his prince; I don't have to feel guilt about him, but I do. It's like I did something to him years ago, but I don't remember...
Trowa fingered his flute, confused. Why was he thinking such things? Why should he care? Trowa played a few chords on his flute to simply wile away time until his father's business with the Chang Regent is done. Wufei was apparently taking advantage of the army soldiers' training grounds. When playing the chords weren't enough anymore, he took up his flute, deciding to get down to what was bothering him. He'd go down to the music room and find the missing element to his song.
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Quatre panted a little in his hiding place. He cursed himself mentally for his fatigue. It had gotten him lost in the palace, although he mentally noted that he shouldn't really. He poked his head around the corner, keeping a look out. He suspected he was near what he was sure was the music room, although he couldn't put finger on it how he knew. Taking a gulp, Quatre leapt out of his hiding place and ran forward, heading straight for the music chamber. The instruments might provide some more secure temporary hiding places...
Shutting the door quickly behind him, Quatre looked around the room. Most of the windows at his level were shut and locked. The higher window that require some way of climbing were open though. Quatre looked around for something to climb onto to get out. Decidedly, he dragged a chest nearby and positioned it under a wide open window a few feet above him. Quatre felt himself smile and reached up to hoist himself out of the window.
"Yes... freedom, here I come..."
The wind was knocked out of the blonde when he was tackled to the ground. He winced a little, but felt shocked when he heard the familiar voice.
"Don't go around announcing your achievements until you are sure you got away with it. Didn't you learn the first time?"