Disclaimer: Don't own anything!
Pairing: 1x3
Author's Note: Okay, let me know what you think of this...I'm loving all the reviews I'm getting! ^_^
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Chapter Eleven
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Trowa sighed as he awoke. The space next to him was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. He shrugged as he sat up and looked around. There was a note on the pillow next to him and he took it, reading it:
'Trowa, I have to return to my duties as captain. Feel free to look around the ship if you care. You have freedom over any and all places, and the crew knows it. I shall meet you for lunch in the galley if it pleases you. We set sail for Lansyn and we may drop you of there, though it is a small port on a small island. Let me know.
Heero
PS: If there is anything you need, search out either myself or Anna. Do not worry about her, her bark is worse than her bite.'
Trowa stared at the note and then smiled slightly. Sure...he'd search out Anna, and get his head chopped off. He shook his head and got up, stretching in front of the window. It was beautiful today. The sea was as calm and still as glass and the sky was just as still without any hint of clouds. He sighed again and quickly went to his room, washed and changed, then to the greeting room.
He opened the door and went into the hall, looking for any of the crew. None
were in sight but he heard them up above him and probably somewhere below him. Walking carefully he explored the many corridors and passages. He had to dodge some of the crew now and then but mostly took his time. He was thankful that he hadn't run into Anna yet.
After awhile he came to the stern of the ship and there was a narrow stairwell leading down. Trowa hesitated briefly before walking down it. He did have free reign over the ship according to Heero... Anyway all he needed was to find somewhere quiet and unconfining where he could think about things.
Of course those things included Heero and himself. The captain perplexed him.
Normally pirates enslaved or murdered people. This one, he was taking him to shore. And he seemed to want Trowa, which cast him into more confusion than ever. He sighed and shook his head as he arrived at a platform, however the stairs continued downward and he followed them.
He passed three landings before ending at a wall. In curiosity he pressed against the wall and it swung outwards. He entered the room and gazed around in the gloom. There were no windows, they would have been underwater, and there were no torches lit down here. He stumbled into the gloom and felt along the wall until he felt a torch. Pulling it down he quickly lit it and then the others around it.
When he stepped back and looked around the room his breath caught. It was a
music room. A piano, bolted to the ground, sat in the far corner. Wooden cases with glass fronts lined the walls, filled with flutes, violins, pipes, clarinets, and many other instruments. A harp was positioned by the door, a silk-cushioned stool next to it. There were chairs and pillows spread on a rug in the middle of the room.
Slowly Trowa approached the cabinent holding the flutes and opened the glass
door, extricating one of the flutes. He went and sat on the rug, away from the cushions and chairs. Closing his eyes he began to play a soft tune on the flute. He soon lost himself in the song, forgetting about where he was and who Heero was. And the problem of Heero as well.
He played for hours on end, for once finding peace in the music he loved and had missed during his stay on the Death Bringer. The melodies varied from slow and thoughtful to fast and energetic. Finally after a while he lowered the flute and opened his eyes, gazing around the room. The torches had lowered and were casting an even more feeble glow on his surroundings than before. Some of them had even burnt out.
He got to his feet and replaced the flute, closing the doors. He walked around the room, extinguishing each flame, before going back to the stair. He pulled the wall shut and then began to climb the steps again. It was then that he realized that he wasn't feeling agitated anymore even though he hadn't thought about what to do about Heero the whole time he was down there.
Pairing: 1x3
Author's Note: Okay, let me know what you think of this...I'm loving all the reviews I'm getting! ^_^
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Chapter Eleven
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Trowa sighed as he awoke. The space next to him was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. He shrugged as he sat up and looked around. There was a note on the pillow next to him and he took it, reading it:
'Trowa, I have to return to my duties as captain. Feel free to look around the ship if you care. You have freedom over any and all places, and the crew knows it. I shall meet you for lunch in the galley if it pleases you. We set sail for Lansyn and we may drop you of there, though it is a small port on a small island. Let me know.
Heero
PS: If there is anything you need, search out either myself or Anna. Do not worry about her, her bark is worse than her bite.'
Trowa stared at the note and then smiled slightly. Sure...he'd search out Anna, and get his head chopped off. He shook his head and got up, stretching in front of the window. It was beautiful today. The sea was as calm and still as glass and the sky was just as still without any hint of clouds. He sighed again and quickly went to his room, washed and changed, then to the greeting room.
He opened the door and went into the hall, looking for any of the crew. None
were in sight but he heard them up above him and probably somewhere below him. Walking carefully he explored the many corridors and passages. He had to dodge some of the crew now and then but mostly took his time. He was thankful that he hadn't run into Anna yet.
After awhile he came to the stern of the ship and there was a narrow stairwell leading down. Trowa hesitated briefly before walking down it. He did have free reign over the ship according to Heero... Anyway all he needed was to find somewhere quiet and unconfining where he could think about things.
Of course those things included Heero and himself. The captain perplexed him.
Normally pirates enslaved or murdered people. This one, he was taking him to shore. And he seemed to want Trowa, which cast him into more confusion than ever. He sighed and shook his head as he arrived at a platform, however the stairs continued downward and he followed them.
He passed three landings before ending at a wall. In curiosity he pressed against the wall and it swung outwards. He entered the room and gazed around in the gloom. There were no windows, they would have been underwater, and there were no torches lit down here. He stumbled into the gloom and felt along the wall until he felt a torch. Pulling it down he quickly lit it and then the others around it.
When he stepped back and looked around the room his breath caught. It was a
music room. A piano, bolted to the ground, sat in the far corner. Wooden cases with glass fronts lined the walls, filled with flutes, violins, pipes, clarinets, and many other instruments. A harp was positioned by the door, a silk-cushioned stool next to it. There were chairs and pillows spread on a rug in the middle of the room.
Slowly Trowa approached the cabinent holding the flutes and opened the glass
door, extricating one of the flutes. He went and sat on the rug, away from the cushions and chairs. Closing his eyes he began to play a soft tune on the flute. He soon lost himself in the song, forgetting about where he was and who Heero was. And the problem of Heero as well.
He played for hours on end, for once finding peace in the music he loved and had missed during his stay on the Death Bringer. The melodies varied from slow and thoughtful to fast and energetic. Finally after a while he lowered the flute and opened his eyes, gazing around the room. The torches had lowered and were casting an even more feeble glow on his surroundings than before. Some of them had even burnt out.
He got to his feet and replaced the flute, closing the doors. He walked around the room, extinguishing each flame, before going back to the stair. He pulled the wall shut and then began to climb the steps again. It was then that he realized that he wasn't feeling agitated anymore even though he hadn't thought about what to do about Heero the whole time he was down there.