You're my Possession
by
Anime the Fallen Angel
Underlined Italics – means time/ scene notes
Italics – means flashbacks / thoughts
Authoress Notes: Just to fill in to some people some questions that popped up. All Chapter titles are lyrics to the song 'Possession' by Sarah Maclaclan (Did I spell that right?). And the composition the boys played together was the song they played in the series. Remember the duet after Quatre met Trowa where they played (surprise, surprise) a violin and flute? *sniff sniff* It was such a beautiful song!!! Anyone know where I can find it?
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Chapter 8: You speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhyme; My body aches to breathe your breath, your words keep me alive,
Dining Room, Barton Palace
Trowa ate silently whilst his father spoke animatedly over afternoon tea. Due to the fact Prince Wufei opted against afternoon tea, he wasn't around to keep conversation with the King and Trowa had to make some form of communication. Occasionally, Trowa would oblige his father with a 'Yes', 'Not really' or just a simple nod or shake of his head. Rather than concentrate on his father's discussion with him, Trowa thought about his angel. When should I tell Father... Should I even tell him!? Trowa's father asked him a question again, to which Trowa only shrugged. Why should he care...? He was the one who made me lose Quatre in the first place.
"So, what do you say to that, Trowa?"
But what can I do? I wish Quatre was here now...
"Trowa?"
Quatre...
"TROWA!?"
Trowa jumped a little from his thoughts, not expecting his father to shout like that. He hadn't done that in years. Trowa looked up reluctantly. "Apologies, father. My mind was elsewhere..."
King Barton shook his head. "What am I to do with you, Trowa? The wedding is tomorrow and yet you haven't even contributed a single comment or opinion on it."
"Wedding? What wedding?"
"What wedding, he says! Why, the wedding tomorrow!"
"Whose?"
"Yours and Princess Sally of the Chang Regency!"
Trowa nearly spat out the tea he had in his mouth. After managing to choke down the liquid, Trowa looked up at his father. "M...mine and Sally's...?"
"Of course! That was what Regent Chang and myself were discussing yesterday! This is a very profitable arrangement. Our kingdom will expand quite a bit. And you get a very handsome wife in the process."
Trowa shook his head at the proposal and nearly slammed his cup down. "And you went through the whole process without consulting me?"
"Trowa! I had your best interest at heart. This will guarantee stability in the kingdom. Just think. You will have both the peasants of Barton-Arms and the Chang Regency bowing before you!"
"I don't want that."
"Of course you do, Trowa."
"No I don't. I refuse to marry, father, and there is nothing you could say or do that will convince me."
With that, Trowa rose from his chair and strode out of the dining room. King Barton stared after his son long after he left the room. With an angry sigh, King Barton motioned for a nearby guard to walk forward.
"Yes, Majesty?"
"You remember that peasant thief that was apprehended yesterday? I want you to go into town. Search high and low for him. I want him brought before me before sundown. If you don't, I'll have your head."
"Yes Majesty. Consider it done."
King Barton took a long sip of his tea when the guard left. The King couldn't help but smile maliciously. Everything WILL go to plan, just as he thought it would. His son simply needs a little persuasion...
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"How you feeling?"
"Hmm...."
"That good, huh?"
"Hmm..."
"Hey Quatre!"
"Hmm..."
"Can I have your share of the bread?"
"Hmm..."
"Hey Quatre!"
"Hmm..."
"There's a couple of blue skinned midgets crawling up your back and sucking your brains out!"
"Hmm..."
Duo huffed and folded his arms in exasperation, looking at his friend across the table. The blonde was poking at his loaf of bread. Duo ate his own an hour ago; fifteen minutes after Quatre came back. Quatre had worn the same expression for the whole time. Dreamy, like he had discovered something very secret and wonderful, but deep in thought and troubled, like something was wrong at the same time. Duo waved his hand in front of Quatre's eyes. Didn't work. The blonde was still stuck in Cloud Cuckoo Land. Decidedly, Duo picked up his mug of water and splashed all the contents in Quatre's face. That washed away his faraway look. Spluttering, Quatre looked at Duo and pouted.
"What was that for!?"
"You stink of dungeon reek; thought I'd do you the favour of giving you a quick shower." Duo commented, grinning. "Seriously though, Q-man. What happened to you? You spend the night in a dungeon, escape and you don't care to offer me details!? I mean, like, did you get to bop the prince!?"
Quatre smiled to himself, looking back down at his bread. "Not quite how you think..."
"No way! You kicked his butt?"
Quatre laughed and shook his head. "No. It's... a little... complicated." Quatre sighed, suddenly very heavy hearted. "I remembered why I hated the Royal Family so much..."
"Really!? Finally, some answers! Spill!"
Quatre began talking, starting from when he met Trowa when they were children, to the King's reaction of their 'friendship', to when he was kicked out of the palace. Moving from his past, Quatre quickly leaped onto talking about the past twenty four hours. When Quatre stopped talking, Duo sat back and put a hand to his head, trying to process all the new information. Quatre sighed again and put his arms on the table top, thinking.
"But... it hurts, you know, Duo? I want to be with him, I need him, but... the King..."
"Wait Quat. You say you love Trowa, right?"
"Of course!"
"Then it won't matter what the King sez, right?"
"I suppose..."
"No suppose about it. You love him, and no one needs to tell you otherwise."
Quatre let himself smile. He then let out a laugh and shook his head. "You're right... You're right!"
"When have I ever been wrong?"
The friends chuckled, Quatre's short-lived sadness flowing away. Duo was right. Why should the King's opinion matter? He probably never loved anyone but himself before. Quatre stopped chuckling, now smiling.
"Thanks, Duo. I needed that. Tomorrow, I think I should go back to the palace and stand up to the King."
"Well... don't just jump in. Use that..." Duo said, poking at Quatre's head. "Listen, I'm gonna take a walk now. Coming?"
Quatre shook his head and bade his braided friend goodbye. With a renewed sense of spirit, Quatre tore his bread and began eating. He hardly finished his meal though when he heard some shouting. Standing, Quatre wasn't prepared for the storm of soldiers that broke down the safe house door. The blonde tried to run, but was knocked out almost immediately. He only stayed awake long enough to hear the guard holding him speak.
"You are under arrest. Tomorrow at dawn, by order of the King, you will be executed."
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Trowa stroked the flute in his hands, thinking. How should he go about his current situation? How should he stand up to his father? Sighing, the uni-banged prince looked up at the sunset. The sky seemed to be on fire. Noise on the ground below him caught his attention. Some guards were returning, dragging behind their procession a carriage. A prisoners' carriage. This made the prince frown. Which poor villager had they caught this time? Turning away from the sight, Trowa in from the balcony. Absentmindedly, he keyed his and Quatre's song on his flute, but not playing.
"Hello, Trowa."
Prince Wufei walked in, a small smile on his face. "I must offer my congratulations. Your father informed me that you agreed to marry my sister."
"What!?"
Without waiting for Wufei to say anymore, Trowa strode out of the room and made his way to his father's chambers. How dare he!? I said I wouldn't marry, and yet he still persists!? Frowning, Trowa stood before his father's desk, waiting for the man to speak. The silence was tense. Before long, the King lifted his head.
"Can I help you, Trowa?"
"I said I wouldn't marry. Why haven't you cancelled the proceedings?"
"Because you will marry..."
"What makes you say that!? I won't marry Princess Sally. My heart's for another!"
Heavy hands slammed on the desk. The King had stood to his full height, glaring at the prince angrily. "For another, eh!? That peasant boy, isn't it? That thief you apprehended only a few days ago that escaped!"
Trowa hesitated a little. How did his father know? He never saw Quatre...
"That's it, isn't it? That... rat, was the one you met yesterday. I never forgot, Trowa. I heard that music you two were playing. You think I'd never realise!?"
Trowa took a deep breath. "Quatre is not a rat... and as long as I love him, I'll never marry Sally...."
The King's snarl melted slightly. Trowa noticed. In fact, now the face turned into a triumphant sneer. "So... how much do you 'love' that rat?"
Trowa frowned. Why would the King be smiling like that...?
"Well.... answer this instead. Do you love him enough to marry Sally to avoid his execution?"
"What!?"
"You heard me right, Trowa. Execution. Tomorrow. If you're not wed to Sally two hours before noon, the boy will die."