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********** Chapter 2 **********
Quatre had just got home from and great night. He was partying, drinking, and getting high.
He walked into the house and expected it to be clean; instead, he found everything the way it was.
He stormed up the stairs expecting to find Trowa in bed; but he found an empty bedroom.
'Where is that wench?!' He thought.
Quatre stormed back down stairs; to the living room.
Once he entered, something caught his eye, a piece of paper.
He walked over to the table; picked up the paper and opened it.
When he read it; he grew angry.
It said:
Dear Quatre,
I loved you with all of my heart. But over the years; you have forced me to hate you. We lost our child and you refuse to remember her; you beat me as if it was my fault. You not only put your life in danger with your gang; but mines as well. I'm sorry for you Quatre; you live in darkness that I can't help you with. Good Bye Quatre; I hope you live a good life.
Sincerely, Trowa Barton
Quatre crumbled the letter and yelled out in anger.
"How dare him!!!" Quatre yelled. "He is not supposed to do this!!!"
There was a knock at the door.
Quatre stormed towards it only to find J.J. the co. leader of the gang. He stood two inches taller than Quatre, he had black hair with a white streak going down it, and hard to believe, he had pink eyes.
"What do you want?!!!" Quatre hissed.
"What's wrong with you?" J.J. asked.
"Trowa..." Quatre said.
J.J. stepped into the house.
"He ran away, did he?" J.J. asked as he looked around at the messy house; knowing Trowa, when it needed cleaning, it always got cleaned.
He turned to Quatre and got the answer from the anger in his eyes.
"Your eyes say yes." J.J. said as he sat down on the sofa. "Should I tell the others to find him?"
"No, he'll be back." Quatre said.
"What makes you think that?" J.J. asked.
"He's like an obedient dog; he always comes back, no matter what I do to him." Quatre said smiling.
J.J. looked at Quatre as he went upstairs.
'If I find Trowa before he does; I just have to help him. No one deserves what he has been through.' J.J. thought. 'I hope he's okay.'
J.J. had been in love with Trowa since the day he had met him. Sometimes when Quatre wasn't home; he knew Trowa would be home hurt, so he came over at took care of Trowa's wounds; but it was a secret between them.
Quatre came back downstairs looking angrier than ever.
"What now?!" J.J. yelled.
"Most of his clothes are gone; so is one of his suitcases." Quatre said. "He couldn't be serious when he said good bye in that letter."
"What letter?" J.J. asked.
Quatre didn't answer.
"We're going to wait awhile; if he doesn't come back, we'll start to hunt him down." Quatre said.
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Trowa opened his eyes slowly. He looked around and noticed he wasn't at the park.
"You're finally awake." A voice said beside him.
Trowa looked at someone with long blond hair and beautiful blue eyes; when the person stood; Trowa saw a pregnant stomach; at least three months.
"How are you feeling?" The man asked as he dabbed Trowa's forehead with a damp cloth.
"Okay, I think." Trowa answered.
"Good enough." The man said.
"Who are you?" Trowa asked finally.
"My name is Zechs Peacecraft." The man said. "And what is your name?"
"My name is Trowa Barton." Trowa said.
"He's finally awake!" Another voice yelled.
Trowa and Zechs looked toward the door to see a very happy looking Duo.
Duo walked in; the people following him were Wufei, Heero, and someone else he didn't know.
"Do you remember us?" Duo asked.
Trowa nodded.
"And he is Trieze Peacecraft." Zechs said pointing to the new guy. "My husband."
"Nice to meet you Trowa." Trieze said holding out his hand; Trieze was standing near the door when he heard Trowa's name.
Trowa shook it.
"Thank you for taking care of me." Trowa said to Zechs.
"No problem. If you didn't come home in Heero's arms; he, Duo, and Wufei would be in serious trouble." Zechs said glaring at them
Heero blushed a bit when Zechs told Trowa he carried him home.
"Heero, Wufei, Duo, thank you for getting me out of trouble back there; I don't know what would have happened if you three didn't show up." Trowa said.
"No problem." Duo said answering for everyone.
"I think we all better get some sleep; it's three in the morning." Trieze said. "Trowa, this is a guest bedroom; you can stay here as long as you'd like to, okay."
"Okay, thank you." Trowa said smiling.
Everyone said their goodnights and headed for their rooms; leaving Trowa alone for the night.
As Trowa pulled to covers over his body; he yanked them back off and looked at his clothing.
The clothing he came with was replaced with pajamas; meaning one thing, Zechs saw his wounds from Quartre.
Trowa didn't won't to worry too much about it, so he pulled the covers over his body again; and drifted into the most peaceful sleep he had in years.
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Trieze and Zechs climbed into bed.
Zechs put his had on his stomach as he felt the baby kick; Trieze reached over and did the same.
"So, what do you think, boy or girl?" Trieze asked.
"I think boy." Zechs said.
Trieze smiled.
"Why do you think that?" Trieze asked.
"Your family curse." Zechs answered.
"There is no family curse!" Trieze hissed.
"Your father said to me when I was little; that a young witch set a curse on one of your family's men. No one knows who; but ever since, the first child in each beginning family within your family, was a boy." Zechs said.
"Don't believe him." Trieze said.
"Oh, and why shouldn't I. The curse has been working and you know it." Zechs said.
"It doesn't work."
"Okay tell me this. When your mother gave birth to her first child, what was it? When your sister gave birth to her first child, what was it?" Zechs asked. "In the story your father told us about his family, what was the first child born. Remember, you father's the last of eight kids."
Trieze paled.
"All boys." Trieze mumbled
Zechs smiled.
"I'm worried for Trowa." Zechs said suddenly.
"Why?" Trieze asked.
"The boys say that they were in a small fight; they said the only thing to worry about was that bite mark on Trowa's neck." Zechs said.
"Was the bite anything serious?" Trieze asked.
"No, only a mark, nothing to worry about; but..."
"But what?"
"When I took off his shirt to put him in pajamas; I saw so many cuts and bruises on the boy." Zechs said. "I mean he was covered in black and blue. It took me a long time to bandage the wounds; but it's done."
"Maybe he has abusive parents; after all, the boy doesn't look mare than nineteen." Trieze said.
"Yeah, but I'm worried." Zechs said. "I have to speak to him about it."
Trieze kissed his husband on the forehead.
"I hope you know what you are doing, love." Trieze whispered.
"I hope so too." Zechs whispered.
The lights turned off and the lovers went to sleep.
**********
"Where is your whore?" One of the gang members asked.
"Quatre's babe flew the coop." J.J. said.
"I told you to be careful with him; boy's a lot smarter than he looked." Another said.
"You guys are going to have to help me if he doesn't return on his own!" Quatre snarled.
"What if we can't find him?" J.J. asked.
"He's not that smart!" Quatre snapped.
"Good point boss!" Bones said.
Bones was the name of the only guy in the group that enjoyed hearing the sickening crack of human bones. He was somewhere around five and a half feet, he had white hair, and yellow eyes.
(I'm only naming a few; Quatre's gang is made up of a least fifteen people. Quatre is friends with another gang and they will be in the story later on.)
"Boss, your new stash is here!" Screech said.
No one knows why this guy likes to be called Screech. He likes Trowa like a brother; and would never hurt him. He feels sorry Trowa for all of the beatings he had received from Quatre. It's very rarely he gets to talk with Trowa. He had light blue hair, and teal eyes.
Quatre walked over with a smile on his face; he knew the package was from his good friend Jason.
Jason led the fellow gang that his gang often teamed up with.
Quatre opened the box and pulled out a pistol and a note.
It read:
Hope you enjoy it.
Jason
'Oh yes, I will enjoy it.' Quatre thought as he pointed the gun towards Bones.
"Boss, what are you doing?!!!" Bones yelled moving back.
Quatre smiled and put the gun back in the box.
"Coward, it wasn't even loaded yet." Quatre said.
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Trowa rolled over in bed; he smelt something very good and his eyes snapped opened.
There was a soft knock at the door and it opened.
"Oh, I see that you are awake; are you ready for breakfast?" Heero asked.
Trowa nodded and got out of bed.
"Did you have a good night's sleep?" Heero asked.
"Yes, I did; the greatest one I had in awhile." Trowa answered.
They both went downstairs into the kitchen.
Once they got there; they saw everyone there; except Trieze.
"Morning Trowa, how are you feeling?" Zech asked.
To be continued...
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Sorry for cutting off here!
Hope you don't hate me!!
Please send reviews!!!
********** Chapter 2 **********
Quatre had just got home from and great night. He was partying, drinking, and getting high.
He walked into the house and expected it to be clean; instead, he found everything the way it was.
He stormed up the stairs expecting to find Trowa in bed; but he found an empty bedroom.
'Where is that wench?!' He thought.
Quatre stormed back down stairs; to the living room.
Once he entered, something caught his eye, a piece of paper.
He walked over to the table; picked up the paper and opened it.
When he read it; he grew angry.
It said:
Dear Quatre,
I loved you with all of my heart. But over the years; you have forced me to hate you. We lost our child and you refuse to remember her; you beat me as if it was my fault. You not only put your life in danger with your gang; but mines as well. I'm sorry for you Quatre; you live in darkness that I can't help you with. Good Bye Quatre; I hope you live a good life.
Sincerely, Trowa Barton
Quatre crumbled the letter and yelled out in anger.
"How dare him!!!" Quatre yelled. "He is not supposed to do this!!!"
There was a knock at the door.
Quatre stormed towards it only to find J.J. the co. leader of the gang. He stood two inches taller than Quatre, he had black hair with a white streak going down it, and hard to believe, he had pink eyes.
"What do you want?!!!" Quatre hissed.
"What's wrong with you?" J.J. asked.
"Trowa..." Quatre said.
J.J. stepped into the house.
"He ran away, did he?" J.J. asked as he looked around at the messy house; knowing Trowa, when it needed cleaning, it always got cleaned.
He turned to Quatre and got the answer from the anger in his eyes.
"Your eyes say yes." J.J. said as he sat down on the sofa. "Should I tell the others to find him?"
"No, he'll be back." Quatre said.
"What makes you think that?" J.J. asked.
"He's like an obedient dog; he always comes back, no matter what I do to him." Quatre said smiling.
J.J. looked at Quatre as he went upstairs.
'If I find Trowa before he does; I just have to help him. No one deserves what he has been through.' J.J. thought. 'I hope he's okay.'
J.J. had been in love with Trowa since the day he had met him. Sometimes when Quatre wasn't home; he knew Trowa would be home hurt, so he came over at took care of Trowa's wounds; but it was a secret between them.
Quatre came back downstairs looking angrier than ever.
"What now?!" J.J. yelled.
"Most of his clothes are gone; so is one of his suitcases." Quatre said. "He couldn't be serious when he said good bye in that letter."
"What letter?" J.J. asked.
Quatre didn't answer.
"We're going to wait awhile; if he doesn't come back, we'll start to hunt him down." Quatre said.
**********
Trowa opened his eyes slowly. He looked around and noticed he wasn't at the park.
"You're finally awake." A voice said beside him.
Trowa looked at someone with long blond hair and beautiful blue eyes; when the person stood; Trowa saw a pregnant stomach; at least three months.
"How are you feeling?" The man asked as he dabbed Trowa's forehead with a damp cloth.
"Okay, I think." Trowa answered.
"Good enough." The man said.
"Who are you?" Trowa asked finally.
"My name is Zechs Peacecraft." The man said. "And what is your name?"
"My name is Trowa Barton." Trowa said.
"He's finally awake!" Another voice yelled.
Trowa and Zechs looked toward the door to see a very happy looking Duo.
Duo walked in; the people following him were Wufei, Heero, and someone else he didn't know.
"Do you remember us?" Duo asked.
Trowa nodded.
"And he is Trieze Peacecraft." Zechs said pointing to the new guy. "My husband."
"Nice to meet you Trowa." Trieze said holding out his hand; Trieze was standing near the door when he heard Trowa's name.
Trowa shook it.
"Thank you for taking care of me." Trowa said to Zechs.
"No problem. If you didn't come home in Heero's arms; he, Duo, and Wufei would be in serious trouble." Zechs said glaring at them
Heero blushed a bit when Zechs told Trowa he carried him home.
"Heero, Wufei, Duo, thank you for getting me out of trouble back there; I don't know what would have happened if you three didn't show up." Trowa said.
"No problem." Duo said answering for everyone.
"I think we all better get some sleep; it's three in the morning." Trieze said. "Trowa, this is a guest bedroom; you can stay here as long as you'd like to, okay."
"Okay, thank you." Trowa said smiling.
Everyone said their goodnights and headed for their rooms; leaving Trowa alone for the night.
As Trowa pulled to covers over his body; he yanked them back off and looked at his clothing.
The clothing he came with was replaced with pajamas; meaning one thing, Zechs saw his wounds from Quartre.
Trowa didn't won't to worry too much about it, so he pulled the covers over his body again; and drifted into the most peaceful sleep he had in years.
**********
Trieze and Zechs climbed into bed.
Zechs put his had on his stomach as he felt the baby kick; Trieze reached over and did the same.
"So, what do you think, boy or girl?" Trieze asked.
"I think boy." Zechs said.
Trieze smiled.
"Why do you think that?" Trieze asked.
"Your family curse." Zechs answered.
"There is no family curse!" Trieze hissed.
"Your father said to me when I was little; that a young witch set a curse on one of your family's men. No one knows who; but ever since, the first child in each beginning family within your family, was a boy." Zechs said.
"Don't believe him." Trieze said.
"Oh, and why shouldn't I. The curse has been working and you know it." Zechs said.
"It doesn't work."
"Okay tell me this. When your mother gave birth to her first child, what was it? When your sister gave birth to her first child, what was it?" Zechs asked. "In the story your father told us about his family, what was the first child born. Remember, you father's the last of eight kids."
Trieze paled.
"All boys." Trieze mumbled
Zechs smiled.
"I'm worried for Trowa." Zechs said suddenly.
"Why?" Trieze asked.
"The boys say that they were in a small fight; they said the only thing to worry about was that bite mark on Trowa's neck." Zechs said.
"Was the bite anything serious?" Trieze asked.
"No, only a mark, nothing to worry about; but..."
"But what?"
"When I took off his shirt to put him in pajamas; I saw so many cuts and bruises on the boy." Zechs said. "I mean he was covered in black and blue. It took me a long time to bandage the wounds; but it's done."
"Maybe he has abusive parents; after all, the boy doesn't look mare than nineteen." Trieze said.
"Yeah, but I'm worried." Zechs said. "I have to speak to him about it."
Trieze kissed his husband on the forehead.
"I hope you know what you are doing, love." Trieze whispered.
"I hope so too." Zechs whispered.
The lights turned off and the lovers went to sleep.
**********
"Where is your whore?" One of the gang members asked.
"Quatre's babe flew the coop." J.J. said.
"I told you to be careful with him; boy's a lot smarter than he looked." Another said.
"You guys are going to have to help me if he doesn't return on his own!" Quatre snarled.
"What if we can't find him?" J.J. asked.
"He's not that smart!" Quatre snapped.
"Good point boss!" Bones said.
Bones was the name of the only guy in the group that enjoyed hearing the sickening crack of human bones. He was somewhere around five and a half feet, he had white hair, and yellow eyes.
(I'm only naming a few; Quatre's gang is made up of a least fifteen people. Quatre is friends with another gang and they will be in the story later on.)
"Boss, your new stash is here!" Screech said.
No one knows why this guy likes to be called Screech. He likes Trowa like a brother; and would never hurt him. He feels sorry Trowa for all of the beatings he had received from Quatre. It's very rarely he gets to talk with Trowa. He had light blue hair, and teal eyes.
Quatre walked over with a smile on his face; he knew the package was from his good friend Jason.
Jason led the fellow gang that his gang often teamed up with.
Quatre opened the box and pulled out a pistol and a note.
It read:
Hope you enjoy it.
Jason
'Oh yes, I will enjoy it.' Quatre thought as he pointed the gun towards Bones.
"Boss, what are you doing?!!!" Bones yelled moving back.
Quatre smiled and put the gun back in the box.
"Coward, it wasn't even loaded yet." Quatre said.
**********
Trowa rolled over in bed; he smelt something very good and his eyes snapped opened.
There was a soft knock at the door and it opened.
"Oh, I see that you are awake; are you ready for breakfast?" Heero asked.
Trowa nodded and got out of bed.
"Did you have a good night's sleep?" Heero asked.
"Yes, I did; the greatest one I had in awhile." Trowa answered.
They both went downstairs into the kitchen.
Once they got there; they saw everyone there; except Trieze.
"Morning Trowa, how are you feeling?" Zech asked.
To be continued...
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Sorry for cutting off here!
Hope you don't hate me!!
Please send reviews!!!
