You're my Possession
by
Anime the Fallen Angel
Underlined Italics – means time/ scene notes
Italics – means flashbacks / thoughts
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Chapter 12: 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
Trowa and Wufei instantly brought up their swords and struck with the advancing guards. Quatre picked up a nearby chair and beat off guards that were coming too close. He was definitely not happy; he had enough of guards coming at him, wanting to hurt or capture him. Duo and Heero joined in; Duo with a chair and Heero abandoning his, opting for a more direct hand to hand approach. The Regent looked at the King, confused.
"Your Majesty; I realise this is your kingdom, but those are our sons!"
"They are being utterly defiant, Regent. They must learn obedience." The King faced the Regent. "Don't you want your son punished for loving a boy-peasant?"
"I admit, I find it unnerving, but I'd rather speak to them about it!"
A sharp yell cut their conversation. The King frowned, seeing that some of his guards had already fell. Some simply stood to one side, loyalties torn. The defiant group had spread out slightly; the blonde was a little closer to them, with Trowa to his right. Wufei and Heero were fighting back to back and Duo was somewhere in between the two groups, dodging in and out of the guards' reach. Growling furiously now, the King withdrew his sword, making the Regent more wary. The only way to get his way was to eliminate the cause of this chaos...
"Your Majesty, what are you doing?" The Regent asked.
"If you want something done right, you must do it yourself."
The King advanced, seething anger growing with every step. He raised his sword, the blade glinting as it came closer over its unsuspecting victim, whose back was now turned to him. The boy paused, sensing something. He turned, his face paling when confronted with the King's thundering face advancing on him. The sword came down. A voice cried out, strangled but echoing pain and defiance. Blue eyes that shut in nervousness opened and widened in horror at what they found.
"TROWA!!!"
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"Trowa! Trowa!"
Trowa ran through the palace corridors, hearing the cries for help. He skidded to a halt when he saw a guard tugging at the angel's arm. "Quatre!?"
The blonde looked up fearfully. The guard noticed the young prince nearby. "Your Highness. This peasant was found wandering the palace. He claims to be a friend of yours."
"Release him! He is my friend."
The guard released the arm he held, dropping the boy onto the floor. Dismissing the guard, Trowa knelt down by Quatre. The blonde looked up warily.
"I'm sorry..."
"What for? You did nothing wrong."
"I must have. Why else would the guard have grabbed me like that?"
Trowa looked at Quatre's attire critically for a moment. Ragged edges on his trousers, a dusty dirty grey shirt, and woe begone shoes... "Guess it must be your dress sense..." Getting up, Trowa went to his wardrobe and pulled out a few clothes. Throwing them onto his bed, Trowa looked at Quatre. "Maybe if you dressed in some of my clothes, the guards will really think you belong."
The blonde's eyes widened then smiled shyly. "You don't have to, Trowa..."
"But I want to. If this will help you stay longer, then I want you to. It's boring around here. I don't have many proper friends. You're mine."
Quatre smiled and stood up, gingerly picking at the pile. One shirt caught his eye and he pulled it out, holding it up and giggling. "You have a PINK shirt!?"
Trowa pouted. "Don't blame me; blame the tailor who made it."
Quatre still giggled and threw the shirt in Trowa's face. Pulling it off himself, Trowa smirked. "So it's a challenge, eh?"
"huh?"
Before Quatre could ask for an explanation, Trowa had Quatre in a headlock. Quatre realised Trowa was daring him to wrestle back and answered by wrapping his ankle around Trowa's, pulling them both down. Laughing, the boys wrestled, rolling on the floor. They hit a leg on the bed, causing a mini avalanche of clothes on top of them. Getting up, the boys laughed, randomly throwing clothes at each other. Suddenly, Trowa yelped. Pushing away the clothes, Trowa found he had a nasty cut on his leg from a sharp edge somewhere in the pile of clothes. Quatre noticed.
"Are you alright?"
"It hurts..."
Quatre slid forward, pulling Trowa down to sit. Lifting up the trouser leg to get a better view of the cut, Quatre put a hand over it.
"What are you doing?" Trowa asked curiously.
"Promise to keep this a secret?"
"Keep what a secret?"
"What I'm going to do next."
"What is it?"
"Just promise please..."
"Okay. I promise." Trowa complied, holding up a hand.
Quatre smiled and lifted his other hand, making a fist with Trowa's before linking little fingers. Finally, Quatre went back to examining the cut. Concentrating slightly, a soft glow and warmth emitted from Quatre's hand to Trowa's leg. The prince hissed a little. Finally, Quatre lifted his hand away. Trowa gaped in wonder. The cut was healed completely. Looking up, he noticed Quatre was just slightly paler, but smiling.
"What did you do?"
"It's something I had for years and years. I can heal people, but it makes me very tired."
"You didn't have to, you know. I could have just gotten a doctor or something"
"I know, but I wanted to..."
Trowa smiled. "Thank you, Quatre."
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"Trowa? Trowa!?"
Trowa's eyes fluttered and were met with a sight for sore eyes. Quatre held him, his face worried. When green orbs opened fully, relief washed over the angel's face.
"Trowa!!"
Trowa groaned, his hand over his stomach. It felt moist for some reason. And why was Quatre crying like that...? "What... what happened...?"
"Trowa... why did you have to do that? Why!?"
Trowa half shut his eyes for a moment, wondering. What's Quatre talking about...? He remembered that he was fighting off some guards, then turning to find his father advancing on Quatre, sword held up to strike. Then things moved quickly. Jumping forward, pushing Quatre away from harm, the searing pain...
"F...Father...?"
"Out cold." Duo piped up.
"My father knocked him out..." Wufei said, still not over the shock.
"Don't be so surprised. I was the one who taught you, remember?"
Trowa shuddered. Quatre held him tighter. "Don't you dare give up on me yet, Trowa..."
Quatre undid Trowa's shirt, exposing the bloody abdomen. Swallowing his nerves, Quatre placed his hand over the slash. Trowa placed a hand over Quatre's.
"You don't have to you know..."
"I know, but I want to. You're mine after all..."
Warmth spread over Trowa and his wound and he smiled. "Thank you..."
Heero held onto Wufei, both watching nearby. The Regent was a little way off, a little wary but not interfering. Quatre smiled back at Trowa, his own eyes drooping from using a lot of his energy to make sure Trowa was fully healed. "I love you, Tro..." Quatre whispered. They heard Duo nearby. They couldn't mishear the gagging sounds the braided boy was making. "Man, what a love fest. I'm outta here before I throw up from the fluff or something..."
Some tittering was heard from the little group nearby. Leaning forward, Quatre kissed Trowa hard, as if scared that Trowa will slip away from him at anytime. The intensity took his breath away. Trowa wondered how Quatre was able to even whisper after that. "I love you, Tro. I'm not going to let anything stand in our way now..."
Trowa smiled. "Same with me, Quat..." Trowa lifted his hand and wiped Quatre's cheek dry. "You mine, and I'm yours.... You're my possession..."