You're my Possession
by
Anime the Fallen Angel
Underlined Italics – means time/ scene notes
Italics – means flashbacks / thoughts
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Chapter 5: And I would be the one to hold you down, kiss you so hard, I'll take your breath away and after I'd wipe away the tears, Just close your eyes dear...
Music Room, Barton Palace
Why... Why does he seem so familiar?
Trowa frowned into the wincing face of the escaped thief. He supposed he was lucky that he came into the music room, or lest the thief escaped. Trowa held a conductor's baton he picked up to the thief's neck to keep him subdued until he could call for help. The blonde opened his eyes. Trowa shook a little, the old feelings he always has when he looked into those eyes returning. Quatre looked back into Trowa's eyes, the blonde feeling an old stirring in him but cast it aside.
"Well? If you're going to kill me, do it. It's not like it should bother you."
Trowa blinked, a little shocked. "Why wouldn't I care?"
"As the Prince, you're expected to think that I'm just a rodent, aren't you?"
"...Or will you carry out your royal duty and cast him away like the rodent he is?"
Trowa sat up a little more, wondering where he heard his father say that before, and why he was linking it to the boy under him. Quatre saw the confusion in the prince and decided to take his chance. He tried to sit up and push the prince away so he could escape. The movement broke Trowa's train of thought. Quatre pushed away the hand that had the conductor's baton, but Trowa tried to fight it, causing the stick to shatter into pieces. Trowa grabbed Quatre's shoulders and forced him down onto the floor again. Quatre yelped in shock.
"Okay, you win! Please get off me, you're hurting!"
A boy squirmed, smiling but wincing at the same time, mostly from shock. "You win Trowa! You win! Now get off me, it hurts!"
"Who are you...?" Trowa asks.
Quatre blinked and looked, really looked, Trowa in the eyes. Quatre took a deep breath, but instead of the feelings of guilt and shame that usually fill Trowa, Quatre felt betrayal. He squirmed and surprisingly, found tears pricking his eyes.
"Why should you care? You betrayed me." Quatre found himself saying, feeling as though he spoke the truth, but not knowing how.
"How... how did I betray you...?"
Quatre opened his eyes and saw a watery image of Trowa. He realised he really was crying. "I... I don't remember. I know you did... You betrayed me..."
Trowa sat up and off Quatre. Quatre blinked, allowing some tears to fall so he could see properly. Trowa had an unreadable expression on his face.
"I still don't know your name..."
"Quatre." found himself saying.
"Quatre... that's an unusual name... I like it."
A brown haired, green eyed boy looked back at Quatre, tilting his head sideways in wonder. "I like your name... Quatre. It's unusual."
"Trowa's an unusual name too. It has a nice ring to it."
The blonde boy smiled at Trowa. "Yours is unusual, too. It has a certain ring to it."
Trowa blinked and looked back at Quatre. He decided to voice his suspicions. "Doesn't this... feel... familiar? Somehow?"
Quatre nodded, surprised that the prince felt the same. "Yeah... like... we knew each other?"
Trowa wasn't ready to take that leap but nodded anyway. "But how?"
Quatre raised his head in thought. "Maybe we knew each other when we were younger... but how?"
"We'll be friends forever, won't we Trowa?"
"Of course, Quatre."
"We were friends..." Trowa muttered.
It was Quatre's turn to blink, as if he wasn't ready to take that leap but spoke as well anyway. "Yeah? Then you must have done something..."
"Father..."
"What?"
"I... "
"Well, Trowa? What will you do? Will you keep this boy and taint the royal name? Or will you carry out your royal duty and cast him away like the rodent he is?"
"I was forced to make a decision, and I chose the wrong one..."
"Prince Trowa..."
"You never called me Prince before..." Trowa said, almost with a hint of humorous remembrance. "In the past, you always called me Trowa or.."
"Tro."
Trowa looked down in surprise at Quatre, realising he was still positioned on top of him. Quatre didn't seem to care anymore, as tears poured down his face. "I always called you Tro."
Trowa started a little, the actual speaking of his old nickname striking a chord in him. He looked back into the blue eyes, now shiny with tears.
"Quatre... I'm so sorry..."
Trowa lifted his other hand and wiped Quatre's cheeks dry. Moving slightly so Quatre could sit up, Trowa ran his hand through his hair, pushing the bang aside slightly so that both eyes were visible. Quatre tried to stifle a giggle. "So you do have two eyes; I remember always thinking that you were..."
"A Cyclops. I remember..." Trowa said with a little smile. He straightened his hair out again. "This is so strange... I can't stop saying how sorry I am Quatre, for..."
Quatre put one finger on Trowa's lip to silence him. "You don't have to... although you did disown me, I'm sure you had your reasons..."
"But... we did..."
Unable to try and express it in words, he took up Quatre's hand and intertwined their fingers making a fist. He shook it up and down three times and together, they linked their little fingers. Quatre nodded, remembering.
"Our friendship shake..."
"I promised we'd be friends forever... This was our promise... And I broke it..." Trowa said with a slight choke.
"I told you. You must have had your reasons. Your father for one..."
"My father... he didn't like the way our friendship was going..."
"What do you mean?"
"He feared the things you and I were beginning to feel.."
"Tro..."
"Quatre... I know I don't deserve this, but I have to know..."
With that, Trowa moved forward, taking Quatre's other hand. Before Quatre could say or do anything, Trowa's lips claimed his into a passionate kiss.