You're my Possession
by
Anime the Fallen Angel
Underlined Italics – means time/ scene notes
Italics – means flashbacks / thoughts
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Chapter 6: Through this world I've stumbled, so many times betrayed...
Music Room, Barton Palace
After a time, Trowa broke his embrace with Quatre. Trowa was shocked with what he saw. Quatre had his head down, tears pouring down his face.
"Quatre... I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I..."
"NO!"
Quatre violently shook his head and looked up. He sniffed a little and wiped his eyes. "No... it isn't you, Trowa... It's just that... when you kissed me... so many memories..."
Trowa held Quatre's hands tighter in comfort. "Tell me..."
Quatre leaned his forehead against Trowa's shoulder. His voice was quiet, but steady.
"I remember... how I felt... I loved you Trowa... But I was afraid that you didn't love me. Then there was your father..."
Letting go of Trowa's hands, Quatre instead grabbed the front of Trowa's shirt as if it were a comfort blanket.
"And the day you told the guards to take me away... I felt so heart-broken... alone... betrayed..."
Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre, rubbing his back in comfort. "Tell me..."
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A little boy yelped and struggled in the arms of the hulking guard. Not that it would do any good if he managed to be released; there were still the shackles. Crystalline tears ran down the boy's cheeks, disbelief at the fact his best friend and fancy had decided to turn him away. Finally, Quatre felt the shackles fall away and a violent shove sent him stumbling into the dirt.
"And don't think of returning, rodent!"
With a sniff, Quatre lifted himself off the ground and hugged himself for comfort. Quatre stared at the palace gates and a sudden wave of contempt rushed through him. Picking up a stone nearby, Quatre threw it with as much force as he could muster. Quickly, he turned to run, a shout from beyond the gates making him turn heel. How long he ran, he didn't know. After a while, his legs began to tire and he slowed down until finally, he stopped by the roadside under a tree. It was here that he allowed his suppressed sorrow to flow. He thought he could trust the prince. There were very many he could trust before Trowa. He supposed the first people he trusted were his father and sisters, but they cast him away, being the youngest and less able around the house, as well as having a 'strange and dangerous' ability.
Then there was the innkeeper. Quatre had been keeping the horses of the innkeeper's customers whilst they stayed in his tavern. But slowly and surely, the innkeeper began treating him like one of the animals, beating him and feeding him scraps, claiming that he got complaints off customers for the poor upkeep of their rides and blaming Quatre for slacking off. In the end, Quatre ran away, unwilling to tolerate it anymore. After stumbling around for a while, Quatre tried stealing. He had managed it for a while without being caught. That is, until the local thief ringmaster caught wind of Quatre's antics and tried to punish him. That was when he ran and decided to steal from the palace kitchens, where he had met Trowa for the first time.
Quatre remembered what it was like when he first met Trowa. He was so suspicious, but couldn't help but open up to the warm hearted yet quiet prince. That warmth grew to friendship, then love. Quatre placed so much trust in Trowa that he finally shared his ability that caused his family to send him away; his empathy and healing power, with Trowa. With a single tear, Quatre recalled how much it hurt when his love said those fateful words that broke his trust... 'Cast him away!'
After a few minutes of moping, Quatre realised how hungry he was. He walked to the nearest town, which was still in view of the palace. Moving through the dwindling market crowd, the blonde boy looked around for some way of getting food. It was then he saw a girl not too far ahead of him, but strangely dressed. She seemed to wear clothes meant for a boy. But that was merely a note in Quatre's mind. What caught his attention was the bread in her pocket. It would have been so easy to just take the bread and run. So that was what the thief did. He blocked out her calls to stop and ran into an alleyway. Suddenly, he was tackled from behind. Looking up, Quatre saw it was the girl, but she wasn't a girl. Sure, she had the long braid, but Quatre could instantly tell from close up that this was a boy.
"Stealing from a thief. That's like going against the unwritten rules or something."
"What?"
The braided boy sat up and laughed loudly, to Quatre's confusion. The brown haired boy stood and held out a hand to help Quatre up. "Name's Duo."
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"And that's about it... It took some time, but Duo gained my trust... he was the only one. And he knew how fragile my trust was, so made sure he didn't do too much to make me mistrust him... then we became partners..."
Quatre was hugging Trowa now, no more tears on his face having told his story to the object of his affection. Trowa's hands were still on Quatre's back in a hug. Quatre nuzzled Trowa's chest before looking back up at Trowa.
"What's a matter, Tro? You haven't said anything..."
"That's because I've remembered..."
"The past?"
"Yes..."
"Mind sharing?"
"Well..."