Title: The Broken Flowerpot Part 6
Rating: R
Pairings: 2x5x2, 12
Warnings: Angst, Yaoi, Lemon
Spoilers: Yeah, kinda, some of the very last episodes
Disclaimers: I wish I owned them...but I don't. So I borrow them, use them, and put them back on the shelf where I got them. And for those of you who wish to sue me in hopes to gain money, you will be sadly disappointed to find that I don't have any!
Author's Notes: "The Broken Flowerpot" is the first installment of a trilogy, of sorts. I will be breaking this down in several bite-size portions for easier reading!
"Ah, Duo! It is good to see you again." Lizzie came barreling out of the kitchen to embraced the braided pilot, his breath temporarily squeezed out of him. It really was no wonder that she could beat down five men at one shot! "You are still skin and bones, love. Are you even eating at home?" She held Duo at arm's length, and Duo grinned.
"Of course I'm eating Lizzie. I just eat healthy at home." This caused Lizzie to shake her head, chuckling.
"You need some good old fashioned meat and potatoes, boy. Now, what will it be tonight, hmm?" She glanced over Duo's shoulder at Trowa, and her face fell into the steel look she had given Heero when he came in. "And are you with him tonight?" Her voice was pure ice, and Trowa felt a shiver run down his spine.
"Lizzie!" Duo threw his hands up and gave an exasperated sigh. "This is Trowa. I'm sure you remember Wufei, Quatre and I talking about him that one night. You know, he's Quatre's boyfriend." Lizzie raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I haven't seen Wufei lately, honey. Is he okay?" She was still glaring at Trowa, who had broken out in a cold sweat. She could be quite intimidating! Duo snapped his fingers in front of Lizzie's eyes, and she focused back on him.
"Wufei is on a mission, and Trowa is in town. We are having dinner, you know, just between friends." Duo glared at the heavy-set woman, and she mumbled something under her breath that neither man heard.
"I'll take you to your table, then, guys." She led them to the usual table, and she gave Trowa a menu. When Duo frowned at not receiving one, she tick-tocked her finger in front of his face and grinned. "I already told you, Duo honey, you're going to have some old-fashioned meat and potatoes tonight." And, for the first time that night, she looked at Trowa with a smile. "And I'll be back in a couple of minutes to get your order, Trowa."
She walked, or rather waddled, back into the kitchen and Trowa glanced at his friend who was trying to hide his laughing behind his napkin. Trowa glared at him, a glare that would rival Heero's, and he raised an eyebrow.
"What are you laughing at, Duo?" Duo finally burst out laughing, and after a few moments of embarrassment due to his friend's outburst, he finally calmed down long enough to tell Trowa why he was laughing.
"She thinks you're cute!" This caused Duo to go into another fit of laughs, and Trowa waited until he was done before he smacked his arm.
"How did you come up with that conclusion? She was glaring Death at me when I came through the door."
"She remembers the conversation Wufei, Quatre and I had that one weekend Quatre was in town, and we kept on telling her how cute you were." Trowa frowned, raising his eyebrow for the umpteenth time that night. "Now, remember, we were drunk at the time, Trowa, so don't get all mad at Quatre for describing some of the intimate moments that you two have shared. I can't help it if your boy talks too much when he drinks." Trowa, knowing full well what his Arabian boyfriend does when drunk, blushed a bright crimson just as Lizzie came back.
"Aww now, darlings, what are you two discussing that makes this young man blush so red, hmm? Is it something private?" Lizzie's blatant question only made Trowa go even redder, and Duo burst out laughing again. It didn't help that Lizzie was practically drooling to hear the juicy bit of information that could possibly be spoken.
"It's nothing, Lizzie, really." Duo cleared his throat. "I'll have a soda to drink tonight, hon." She nodded, scribbling 'soda' down on the notepad in her hand.
"And what would you like to drink tonight, Trowa darling? Do you need a few more minutes to decide?" Trowa shook his head and glanced at the menu.
"I'll also have a soda with the Swiss, bacon and mushroom burger basket, thanks." Trowa handed the menu to Lizzie, who was giving him an appraising look, and she nodded her head to the two young men.
"All righty, then, sweethearts. Your drinks will be out in a minute and your meals will be here within a half hour." After Lizzie went back into the kitchen, Trowa glared at Duo, and Duo's eyes got wide and innocent-looking.
"What now, Trowa?" Trowa sighed, and threw his hands in the air, mimicking a move Duo had done earlier in the restaurant.
"Does she always have to refer to me as 'sweetheart' and 'darling'? I'm twenty years old, not some pre-pubescent teenage kid whose voice hasn't changed yet." Trowa grumbled. Duo stared at him, wide-eyed and jaw open. Trowa frowned, and he looked down at himself to make sure he had spilled something down his shirt. When he couldn't see anything, he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. "What?"
"That was probably the funniest thing I've ever heard you say!" Duo said, his voice semi-breathless. Trowa chuckled, and he shook out his napkin and placed it on his lap.
"When you're around Quatre long enough, you pick up on his little quarks. Saying funny things at the right moments was something he picked up by you, so, naturally, I picked them up, too." Trowa shrugged as if it was no big deal, but he knew that to Duo, it was something that meant a whole lot to him.
A young waiter came out with their drinks, and they were quiet for a moment while they situated their drinks and place settings. Trowa had his drink on the right corner of his placemat, and Duo had his on his left. They both squeezed the lemon on the rim on the glass in their drink before stirring the slice in with their straws.
"So what are you up to these days, Trowa? How is the circus treating you?" Duo asked, sipping his drink. Trowa shrugged, playing with the straw in his glass.
"I love the troupe, it is like I'm back at home. But I miss Quatre a lot, you know, especially when we are so far apart." Duo nodded, understanding the situation because he experienced the same thing with Wufei. They were quiet again, and Trowa took the time to study Duo. Although it wasn't very noticeable, he also had lost weight, and his eyes had some smudges underneath them, as if he hadn't been sleeping very well.
He must not have been masking his study very well because Duo frowned, and waved a hand in front of Trowa's face.
"Are you okay, Trowa? Is something wrong?" It took Trowa a few seconds to regain his composure, but that had been enough. Duo knew that Trowa was studying him, and Duo sighed quietly before sipping his drink and setting it down. "What is it? Why are you really here?" Duo let down his usual mask, the mask of pure happiness and mirth that everyone associated with the braided pilot. Underneath, Trowa saw the painfully dull sparkle in the violet depths, saw the way his skin had paled and how it seemed to hang over his face. In this light, Trowa saw the pain that Duo was going through, and his heart instantly went out to his friend.
"Duo...?" Duo let out a harsh chuckle, one full of bitterness, and he stirred the straw in his glass.
"Everyone thinks I don't know, but I do. I know that Wufei has lost weight, and he is worried that Heero is taking me away from him. I know the rumors, and I know the stories..."
"Duo, please, I..." Trowa interrupted. But Duo glared at him, fiery anger in his eyes.
"No, Trowa. Don't apologize. You came to check it out for yourself, I don't blame you. I just wish Wufei would have trusted me." This last sentence was filled with such sadness, and Trowa wished that he had never interfered. He reached a hand out to Duo's, and he stroked the pad of his thumb over Duo's knuckles.
"Gomen, Duo. I...I don't know what to say." Duo retracted his hands from Trowa, keeping them in his lap.
"Then do what you're good at, Trowa, and stay quiet." With that, Duo stood up from the table and walked over to Lizzie, who was talking loudly to one of the customers. "Sorry, Lizzie, I forgot I had something to take care of. Please make sure Trowa gets his food, and give him mine to go so I can eat it later, okay?" Lizzie frowned, but nodded, and he kissed her lightly on the cheek. "You're a doll, honey. Thanks."
"Just make sure you eat all of it when he gets there!" She yelled after his as he left. Meanwhile, Trowa sat there, jaw open as he watched his friend leave. Lizzie came over and frowned at him, but the anger she had was not directed towards him. "Is he all right, Trowa darling? He seemed to want to be out of here pretty quickly." She looked wistfully at the door, her hands wringing her apron. Trowa reached up and patted her hands, giving her a small smile.
"He will be fine, Lizzie. He just needs some time to think, that's all." Trowa paused. "Would you know if he caught a cab? I drove us here tonight, and I don't want him walking home." Lizzie shook her head.
"If he is going to think, he probably went to the cemetery. Him and Wufei always go there together when they want a few quiet moments." She paused. "It's kinda morbid, if you think about it. But," She shrugged, "they aren't exactly the most chipper of folks, either." Trowa nodded his thanks and asked for both meals to go. Then he grabbed the bag Lizzie handed him and he went to his car and drove the short mile to the cemetery.
Rating: R
Pairings: 2x5x2, 12
Warnings: Angst, Yaoi, Lemon
Spoilers: Yeah, kinda, some of the very last episodes
Disclaimers: I wish I owned them...but I don't. So I borrow them, use them, and put them back on the shelf where I got them. And for those of you who wish to sue me in hopes to gain money, you will be sadly disappointed to find that I don't have any!
Author's Notes: "The Broken Flowerpot" is the first installment of a trilogy, of sorts. I will be breaking this down in several bite-size portions for easier reading!
"Ah, Duo! It is good to see you again." Lizzie came barreling out of the kitchen to embraced the braided pilot, his breath temporarily squeezed out of him. It really was no wonder that she could beat down five men at one shot! "You are still skin and bones, love. Are you even eating at home?" She held Duo at arm's length, and Duo grinned.
"Of course I'm eating Lizzie. I just eat healthy at home." This caused Lizzie to shake her head, chuckling.
"You need some good old fashioned meat and potatoes, boy. Now, what will it be tonight, hmm?" She glanced over Duo's shoulder at Trowa, and her face fell into the steel look she had given Heero when he came in. "And are you with him tonight?" Her voice was pure ice, and Trowa felt a shiver run down his spine.
"Lizzie!" Duo threw his hands up and gave an exasperated sigh. "This is Trowa. I'm sure you remember Wufei, Quatre and I talking about him that one night. You know, he's Quatre's boyfriend." Lizzie raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I haven't seen Wufei lately, honey. Is he okay?" She was still glaring at Trowa, who had broken out in a cold sweat. She could be quite intimidating! Duo snapped his fingers in front of Lizzie's eyes, and she focused back on him.
"Wufei is on a mission, and Trowa is in town. We are having dinner, you know, just between friends." Duo glared at the heavy-set woman, and she mumbled something under her breath that neither man heard.
"I'll take you to your table, then, guys." She led them to the usual table, and she gave Trowa a menu. When Duo frowned at not receiving one, she tick-tocked her finger in front of his face and grinned. "I already told you, Duo honey, you're going to have some old-fashioned meat and potatoes tonight." And, for the first time that night, she looked at Trowa with a smile. "And I'll be back in a couple of minutes to get your order, Trowa."
She walked, or rather waddled, back into the kitchen and Trowa glanced at his friend who was trying to hide his laughing behind his napkin. Trowa glared at him, a glare that would rival Heero's, and he raised an eyebrow.
"What are you laughing at, Duo?" Duo finally burst out laughing, and after a few moments of embarrassment due to his friend's outburst, he finally calmed down long enough to tell Trowa why he was laughing.
"She thinks you're cute!" This caused Duo to go into another fit of laughs, and Trowa waited until he was done before he smacked his arm.
"How did you come up with that conclusion? She was glaring Death at me when I came through the door."
"She remembers the conversation Wufei, Quatre and I had that one weekend Quatre was in town, and we kept on telling her how cute you were." Trowa frowned, raising his eyebrow for the umpteenth time that night. "Now, remember, we were drunk at the time, Trowa, so don't get all mad at Quatre for describing some of the intimate moments that you two have shared. I can't help it if your boy talks too much when he drinks." Trowa, knowing full well what his Arabian boyfriend does when drunk, blushed a bright crimson just as Lizzie came back.
"Aww now, darlings, what are you two discussing that makes this young man blush so red, hmm? Is it something private?" Lizzie's blatant question only made Trowa go even redder, and Duo burst out laughing again. It didn't help that Lizzie was practically drooling to hear the juicy bit of information that could possibly be spoken.
"It's nothing, Lizzie, really." Duo cleared his throat. "I'll have a soda to drink tonight, hon." She nodded, scribbling 'soda' down on the notepad in her hand.
"And what would you like to drink tonight, Trowa darling? Do you need a few more minutes to decide?" Trowa shook his head and glanced at the menu.
"I'll also have a soda with the Swiss, bacon and mushroom burger basket, thanks." Trowa handed the menu to Lizzie, who was giving him an appraising look, and she nodded her head to the two young men.
"All righty, then, sweethearts. Your drinks will be out in a minute and your meals will be here within a half hour." After Lizzie went back into the kitchen, Trowa glared at Duo, and Duo's eyes got wide and innocent-looking.
"What now, Trowa?" Trowa sighed, and threw his hands in the air, mimicking a move Duo had done earlier in the restaurant.
"Does she always have to refer to me as 'sweetheart' and 'darling'? I'm twenty years old, not some pre-pubescent teenage kid whose voice hasn't changed yet." Trowa grumbled. Duo stared at him, wide-eyed and jaw open. Trowa frowned, and he looked down at himself to make sure he had spilled something down his shirt. When he couldn't see anything, he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. "What?"
"That was probably the funniest thing I've ever heard you say!" Duo said, his voice semi-breathless. Trowa chuckled, and he shook out his napkin and placed it on his lap.
"When you're around Quatre long enough, you pick up on his little quarks. Saying funny things at the right moments was something he picked up by you, so, naturally, I picked them up, too." Trowa shrugged as if it was no big deal, but he knew that to Duo, it was something that meant a whole lot to him.
A young waiter came out with their drinks, and they were quiet for a moment while they situated their drinks and place settings. Trowa had his drink on the right corner of his placemat, and Duo had his on his left. They both squeezed the lemon on the rim on the glass in their drink before stirring the slice in with their straws.
"So what are you up to these days, Trowa? How is the circus treating you?" Duo asked, sipping his drink. Trowa shrugged, playing with the straw in his glass.
"I love the troupe, it is like I'm back at home. But I miss Quatre a lot, you know, especially when we are so far apart." Duo nodded, understanding the situation because he experienced the same thing with Wufei. They were quiet again, and Trowa took the time to study Duo. Although it wasn't very noticeable, he also had lost weight, and his eyes had some smudges underneath them, as if he hadn't been sleeping very well.
He must not have been masking his study very well because Duo frowned, and waved a hand in front of Trowa's face.
"Are you okay, Trowa? Is something wrong?" It took Trowa a few seconds to regain his composure, but that had been enough. Duo knew that Trowa was studying him, and Duo sighed quietly before sipping his drink and setting it down. "What is it? Why are you really here?" Duo let down his usual mask, the mask of pure happiness and mirth that everyone associated with the braided pilot. Underneath, Trowa saw the painfully dull sparkle in the violet depths, saw the way his skin had paled and how it seemed to hang over his face. In this light, Trowa saw the pain that Duo was going through, and his heart instantly went out to his friend.
"Duo...?" Duo let out a harsh chuckle, one full of bitterness, and he stirred the straw in his glass.
"Everyone thinks I don't know, but I do. I know that Wufei has lost weight, and he is worried that Heero is taking me away from him. I know the rumors, and I know the stories..."
"Duo, please, I..." Trowa interrupted. But Duo glared at him, fiery anger in his eyes.
"No, Trowa. Don't apologize. You came to check it out for yourself, I don't blame you. I just wish Wufei would have trusted me." This last sentence was filled with such sadness, and Trowa wished that he had never interfered. He reached a hand out to Duo's, and he stroked the pad of his thumb over Duo's knuckles.
"Gomen, Duo. I...I don't know what to say." Duo retracted his hands from Trowa, keeping them in his lap.
"Then do what you're good at, Trowa, and stay quiet." With that, Duo stood up from the table and walked over to Lizzie, who was talking loudly to one of the customers. "Sorry, Lizzie, I forgot I had something to take care of. Please make sure Trowa gets his food, and give him mine to go so I can eat it later, okay?" Lizzie frowned, but nodded, and he kissed her lightly on the cheek. "You're a doll, honey. Thanks."
"Just make sure you eat all of it when he gets there!" She yelled after his as he left. Meanwhile, Trowa sat there, jaw open as he watched his friend leave. Lizzie came over and frowned at him, but the anger she had was not directed towards him. "Is he all right, Trowa darling? He seemed to want to be out of here pretty quickly." She looked wistfully at the door, her hands wringing her apron. Trowa reached up and patted her hands, giving her a small smile.
"He will be fine, Lizzie. He just needs some time to think, that's all." Trowa paused. "Would you know if he caught a cab? I drove us here tonight, and I don't want him walking home." Lizzie shook her head.
"If he is going to think, he probably went to the cemetery. Him and Wufei always go there together when they want a few quiet moments." She paused. "It's kinda morbid, if you think about it. But," She shrugged, "they aren't exactly the most chipper of folks, either." Trowa nodded his thanks and asked for both meals to go. Then he grabbed the bag Lizzie handed him and he went to his car and drove the short mile to the cemetery.