Chapter 2: Lonely Secrets
"I-I'm sorry to bother you," Trowa fumbled under the gaze of the lovely young woman, "but my sister saw you sleeping here, and was worried."
"Do you two work at the circus?" she asked abruptly.
"Umm. yes we do." Catherine replied.
"I have been traveling here for a few weeks in hope of finding you," there was a faint smile upon her lips, "I was hoping to join you, show my skill, or at least get a small job with you."
"I am sure you could try out for a job, or perform," Catherine helped the soaked woman to her feet, "come with us and lets get you dried off, by the way, what is your name?"
"Tara," the woman stooped and picked up her backpack and the peculiar metal hoop, "Tara Kerington." Catherine smiled at her, while Trowa picked up her other bag.
"It is lovely to meet you, Tara," Catherine took her arm and led her across the street, "by the way, my name is Catherine Bloom, and Trowa is my younger brother. I am the knife thrower, and Trowa acts as my target, he also does gymnastics for the shows." Tara smiled faintly at them both.
"I used to be a professional dancer," she told them in a low voice as they reached Catherine's trailer home, "I am trained as a spinner though, aside from ballet."
"Oh wow!" Catherine mused, "Our spinner had to leave when she became pregnant and married. I am sure you'll be hired if the ringmaster likes your skills." The two of them exchanged more information, but Trowa remained silent. There was something about this girl and her melancholy smile that did not quite add up. He left Catherine and this new girl to dry her clothes and other belongings.
Trowa left to the main tent and helped get things ready for that night. He suddenly felt someone tap him on the shoulder lightly. He turned around to have his eyes fall upon Quatre and Dorothy. His jaw nearly dropped.
"I heard you were in town," Quatre smiled, "so Dorothy and I decided to pay a visit." Trowa hugged him warmly, and then did the same for Dorothy.
"It is good to see you two out and about," Trowa smiled, "but why did you come to see the show?"
"I have never seen it before," Dorothy answered sweetly, "and Quatre is always talking about how wonderful it is." Trowa did not mind the two of their visit, but it did put his visit with someone else in jeopardy.
"Hey, Trowa," one of the techs called to him, "give me a hand with this, will ya?"
"I will have to get back to you," Trowa smiled, "but feel free to hang around." The tech was holding Tara's metal hoop, which its purpose finally became clear. It was a spinner's loop, and they quickly attached it to one of the rope pulleys above the center ring.
"Thanks for getting that done," The Ringmaster approached them, "it seems that Cathy really likes this little girl you found this morning. I am going to give her a shot." Trowa nodded and wondered how Tara could be in good enough shape to perform. However, Tara came through the main entrance in a warm up leotard of Catherine's. Seeing her in the black leotard proved that she had a dancer's body. Tara was taller than Catherine, but her clothes fit through the luck of her height being through her legs. Upon those long, toned legs was a tight, yet graceful torso, and long, graceful arms, and her neck and shoulders moved with an easy grace as Tara stretched.
"She is quite beautiful," Quatre had joined Trowa, "who is she?"
"A drifter who needed a job," Trowa watched her closely, "Her name is Tara Kerington." The ringmaster began talking to a new rather energetic looking Tara. She nodded one last time before posing in the center ring. The Ringmaster cued her music, and she was soon dancing to a beautiful sonata. Her ballet training shone like a diamond before she swung onto her aluminum ring and was hoisted far above the ground. Trowa was very impressed by her skill.
"She's good, isn't she?" Catherine wandered over.
"Yes she is." Trowa replied blankly and kept watching her. Tara had connecting a rope to the bottom of the ring and spun from her teeth before being lowered back to the ground. She ended her show like she started it, only in a ground pose as the music ended in a minor chord. Needless to say, she received a job and moved into Catherine's trailer.
Trowa paid no mind to this new stranger; he would get to know her in due time. His performance went off without a hitch, and directly after, he saw a woman in a beige trench coat watching him from the stands. His heart raced for a moment until he walked backstage and bid Dorothy and Quatre goodnight. After doing so, he left for his trailer alone, as his custom usually was. He figured that he would not be seeing his visitor that night, until he opened and shut his door.
"Relena?" he smiled at the pretty young blonde in the beige trench coat.
"Quatre and Dorothy are here." She told him with a worried expression.
"I know," Trowa replied, pulling her into his arms and kissing her lightly, "but they just left, nothing to worry about." She kissed him back eagerly, as if she had not seen him for years.
"This is getting risky, you know." She said between kisses, which were becoming more and more intense.
"I know," Trowa smiled again while slipping the heavy jacket from her shoulders, revealing her delicate frame, "but risk makes it even better." She giggled and left to his bed while he locked his doors and windows. He returned to see Relena and her Friday casual lying in innocent seduction on his bed. He just watched her for a moment.
"What are you starin' at?" she joked coyly.
"Something that is bad for my health," he smirked, "but I love it anyway." She laughed and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him down on top of her and into a kiss. After it broke, she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Are you feeling alright tonight?" she asked in a sweet tone. They had been seeing one another for over nine months. She has become in close correspondence through letters when her life had started to get very stressful, and Heero was not being all to receptive. It all escalated from letters, to phone calls to visits, and then rendezvous that become bi- weekly whenever possible. The sex satisfied them both, but Trowa feared that she could go back to Heero as soon as he figured out that he was loosing her. The sheer fact that Relena kept her relationship with Trowa a secret was a red flag, but Trowa still believed that good would come from it, no matter what the outcome.
"Sure I am," he grinned, "I'm just a little tired from today."
"Well, you better wake up," Relena teased, "or you're going to have not fun tonight." They spent the night in their usual bliss. As Relena left in the morning, Trowa gave her the letter he had been writing. She slipped it in her coat and left him with one last, lonely kiss, and he returned to bed for another hour of sleep.
"I-I'm sorry to bother you," Trowa fumbled under the gaze of the lovely young woman, "but my sister saw you sleeping here, and was worried."
"Do you two work at the circus?" she asked abruptly.
"Umm. yes we do." Catherine replied.
"I have been traveling here for a few weeks in hope of finding you," there was a faint smile upon her lips, "I was hoping to join you, show my skill, or at least get a small job with you."
"I am sure you could try out for a job, or perform," Catherine helped the soaked woman to her feet, "come with us and lets get you dried off, by the way, what is your name?"
"Tara," the woman stooped and picked up her backpack and the peculiar metal hoop, "Tara Kerington." Catherine smiled at her, while Trowa picked up her other bag.
"It is lovely to meet you, Tara," Catherine took her arm and led her across the street, "by the way, my name is Catherine Bloom, and Trowa is my younger brother. I am the knife thrower, and Trowa acts as my target, he also does gymnastics for the shows." Tara smiled faintly at them both.
"I used to be a professional dancer," she told them in a low voice as they reached Catherine's trailer home, "I am trained as a spinner though, aside from ballet."
"Oh wow!" Catherine mused, "Our spinner had to leave when she became pregnant and married. I am sure you'll be hired if the ringmaster likes your skills." The two of them exchanged more information, but Trowa remained silent. There was something about this girl and her melancholy smile that did not quite add up. He left Catherine and this new girl to dry her clothes and other belongings.
Trowa left to the main tent and helped get things ready for that night. He suddenly felt someone tap him on the shoulder lightly. He turned around to have his eyes fall upon Quatre and Dorothy. His jaw nearly dropped.
"I heard you were in town," Quatre smiled, "so Dorothy and I decided to pay a visit." Trowa hugged him warmly, and then did the same for Dorothy.
"It is good to see you two out and about," Trowa smiled, "but why did you come to see the show?"
"I have never seen it before," Dorothy answered sweetly, "and Quatre is always talking about how wonderful it is." Trowa did not mind the two of their visit, but it did put his visit with someone else in jeopardy.
"Hey, Trowa," one of the techs called to him, "give me a hand with this, will ya?"
"I will have to get back to you," Trowa smiled, "but feel free to hang around." The tech was holding Tara's metal hoop, which its purpose finally became clear. It was a spinner's loop, and they quickly attached it to one of the rope pulleys above the center ring.
"Thanks for getting that done," The Ringmaster approached them, "it seems that Cathy really likes this little girl you found this morning. I am going to give her a shot." Trowa nodded and wondered how Tara could be in good enough shape to perform. However, Tara came through the main entrance in a warm up leotard of Catherine's. Seeing her in the black leotard proved that she had a dancer's body. Tara was taller than Catherine, but her clothes fit through the luck of her height being through her legs. Upon those long, toned legs was a tight, yet graceful torso, and long, graceful arms, and her neck and shoulders moved with an easy grace as Tara stretched.
"She is quite beautiful," Quatre had joined Trowa, "who is she?"
"A drifter who needed a job," Trowa watched her closely, "Her name is Tara Kerington." The ringmaster began talking to a new rather energetic looking Tara. She nodded one last time before posing in the center ring. The Ringmaster cued her music, and she was soon dancing to a beautiful sonata. Her ballet training shone like a diamond before she swung onto her aluminum ring and was hoisted far above the ground. Trowa was very impressed by her skill.
"She's good, isn't she?" Catherine wandered over.
"Yes she is." Trowa replied blankly and kept watching her. Tara had connecting a rope to the bottom of the ring and spun from her teeth before being lowered back to the ground. She ended her show like she started it, only in a ground pose as the music ended in a minor chord. Needless to say, she received a job and moved into Catherine's trailer.
Trowa paid no mind to this new stranger; he would get to know her in due time. His performance went off without a hitch, and directly after, he saw a woman in a beige trench coat watching him from the stands. His heart raced for a moment until he walked backstage and bid Dorothy and Quatre goodnight. After doing so, he left for his trailer alone, as his custom usually was. He figured that he would not be seeing his visitor that night, until he opened and shut his door.
"Relena?" he smiled at the pretty young blonde in the beige trench coat.
"Quatre and Dorothy are here." She told him with a worried expression.
"I know," Trowa replied, pulling her into his arms and kissing her lightly, "but they just left, nothing to worry about." She kissed him back eagerly, as if she had not seen him for years.
"This is getting risky, you know." She said between kisses, which were becoming more and more intense.
"I know," Trowa smiled again while slipping the heavy jacket from her shoulders, revealing her delicate frame, "but risk makes it even better." She giggled and left to his bed while he locked his doors and windows. He returned to see Relena and her Friday casual lying in innocent seduction on his bed. He just watched her for a moment.
"What are you starin' at?" she joked coyly.
"Something that is bad for my health," he smirked, "but I love it anyway." She laughed and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him down on top of her and into a kiss. After it broke, she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Are you feeling alright tonight?" she asked in a sweet tone. They had been seeing one another for over nine months. She has become in close correspondence through letters when her life had started to get very stressful, and Heero was not being all to receptive. It all escalated from letters, to phone calls to visits, and then rendezvous that become bi- weekly whenever possible. The sex satisfied them both, but Trowa feared that she could go back to Heero as soon as he figured out that he was loosing her. The sheer fact that Relena kept her relationship with Trowa a secret was a red flag, but Trowa still believed that good would come from it, no matter what the outcome.
"Sure I am," he grinned, "I'm just a little tired from today."
"Well, you better wake up," Relena teased, "or you're going to have not fun tonight." They spent the night in their usual bliss. As Relena left in the morning, Trowa gave her the letter he had been writing. She slipped it in her coat and left him with one last, lonely kiss, and he returned to bed for another hour of sleep.