Ok everyone, here is my sad attempt to start yet another chapter series of
Blood Love, I give you Chapter one of the sequel. *bows* Sorry I've taken
so long, I've been soooo busy and I bashed up my leg cause of some stupid
guy _ anyways the later chapters will be much longer hopefully. Much
love to the readers.
~*Aiss Yami*~
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"Hey baby." The petite blonde spun around and glared at a large man with a Harley jacket on. He was about to respond when someone growled "Fuck off!" a tall young man moved swiftly to stand in front of the boy formerly called baby and held up a gun. He shoved it in the fat mans face, emerald green eyes glittering maliciously. The biker let out a string of four letter words and disappeared out the door. Quatre grinned drunkenly and leaned heavily against the wooden counter of Coyotes Bar. Ten empty glasses lay before him, one half full, dangerously tipping in his smooth hand.
The other man put his gun back in his jacket and turned to stare at the beautiful blond before him. He brushed his unruly black hair from his eyes and held out his hand "Hi, I'm Akemi. Couldn't help but notice you needed a bit of help." Quatre hiccupped and smiled sheepishly, taking the offered hand in his and shaking it sloppily. Akemi raised an eyebrow; his suspicions were soon confirmed as the blue-eyed boy slumped off his stool. Strong arms caught him before he hit the ground. He paid the bartender generously for the blonde's drinks, though she smiled softly, seeming to understand the boy's condition and told him not to worry about it. He gently carried Quatre out into the night.
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Quatre Winner woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and squeezed his eyes shut just as soon as he'd opened them. "Morning Sunshine." A cheerful voice greeted him and through his cloudy vision he could barely make out a tall, slim figure with dark hair and. green eyes. "Trowa!" forgetting his pain temporarily he flung himself at the stranger who sat in stunned silence not sure of what to do. "I knew it was all a bad dream! I knew it Trowa! I knew you'd come back to me, knew you weren't dead!" he felt the body he was holding tense up and remove his clinging arms. "I'm not this man you speak of."
The blonde got a clear shot of the man's face and gasped. He very closely resembled Trowa but it was not the same man. Quatre started to voice his apologies when he began to sob uncontrollably and fell into another fit of unconsciousness. All Akemi could do was settle the boy back down and stay by his side till he awoke once more.
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"Quatre... Quatre..."
"Leave me alone. I want to die, leave me alone."
It was pitch black and the blonde boy had reveled in the darkness somehow seeking comfort. Now that voice, so soft, so calm, it was haunting him, tearing his heart out and killing him slowly. "Quatre."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
He screamed. Blue-gray eyes blazing with tears, his tone full of bitter hate and pure sorrow.
"Listen to me. I need to talk to you, I need YOU."
The darkness surrounded him, its presence no longer comforting.
"Please." He sobbed. "Trowa... Leave me alone."
The darkness was invaded by a dull light, illuminating a lone figure.
"Why Quatre? Why will you not let me near you... I want to be with you... please!" It was a plea, nothing less, an urgent, truthful plea. But it was an illusion.
"You are dead to everyone Trowa... you're dead, no longer here for me, I have to go on..." he choked on his words "Go on with out you."
The person seemed to back away, and Quatre could sense sadness in the air as if an angel had been silently weeping. Black feathered wings folded and the angel was swept away to his fate of eternal loneliness.
And then the heart-shattered mortal was thrown into a sleep of no dreams.
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"Hey, Quatre. Hey, Q-man wake up buddy." One grey-blue eye opened and stared up into the face of Duo Maxwell. Quatre sat up stiffly "Hi Duo. Wh- where am I?" he tried not to sound as if his heart was breaking. "Your at my and Heero's place. The guy who was taking care of you was smart enough to look for contacts in your wallet. We told him that we would let him know how you were in a few days." Duo smiled, just like he always did. Quatre heard footsteps and looked up to see Heero Yuy walk in holding a tray with what looked like tea on it. He paused and then gave a small smile "Hi Quatre, I'm glad your awake finally."
"Finally?" the blonde groaned, "How long have I been out?" he was afraid to ask. "Ten days off and on." The Japanese boy answered straight forward. "Oh my god! I have to get back to my house-my work-the mansion-" he started listing things he needed to do but Duo shut him up. "Stop, your not going back for awhile, you have us worried, what happened anyways? All I know is you passed out."
"Nothing." Quatre snapped a little harsher than he intended. "Nothing happened, I just drank to much is all." Duo cocked his head to the side and gave his friend an incredulous look, Heero walked over and draped his arms about his lovers shoulders gently and handed the Arabian a cup of tea. "You never drink Quatre." He added.
"Well I did then!" he didn't want to see them together, right in front of him, not when he was thinking about Trowa, not now, not ever. "Just, please, I need sometime alone." He took the tea, spilling some on his hand and wincing. The two other boy's left, Duo giving his a worried glance before Heero wisely ushered him out. The blonde spilled again since his hands were shaking "Damnit!" he swore and threw the whole cup across the room, porcelain glass shattering against the wall.
"Trowa. I miss you so much Trowa." Quatre let out small sobs before burying his face in his pillow and letting out all of his pain, blue-gray eyes filled with anguish, his tears soaking the fabric.
Outside the wind howled fiercely, rain dropping like sleet to the cobblestone streets below. A shadowy figure stared up into the glass panes of Quatre Reberba Winners bedroom, a sad sigh escaped from ruby lips, cold and damp with the merciless downpour. A wish was whispered and then emerald green eyes blinked and the figure faded into the wind, leaving behind a single black feather to float in the rain.
~*Aiss Yami*~
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"Hey baby." The petite blonde spun around and glared at a large man with a Harley jacket on. He was about to respond when someone growled "Fuck off!" a tall young man moved swiftly to stand in front of the boy formerly called baby and held up a gun. He shoved it in the fat mans face, emerald green eyes glittering maliciously. The biker let out a string of four letter words and disappeared out the door. Quatre grinned drunkenly and leaned heavily against the wooden counter of Coyotes Bar. Ten empty glasses lay before him, one half full, dangerously tipping in his smooth hand.
The other man put his gun back in his jacket and turned to stare at the beautiful blond before him. He brushed his unruly black hair from his eyes and held out his hand "Hi, I'm Akemi. Couldn't help but notice you needed a bit of help." Quatre hiccupped and smiled sheepishly, taking the offered hand in his and shaking it sloppily. Akemi raised an eyebrow; his suspicions were soon confirmed as the blue-eyed boy slumped off his stool. Strong arms caught him before he hit the ground. He paid the bartender generously for the blonde's drinks, though she smiled softly, seeming to understand the boy's condition and told him not to worry about it. He gently carried Quatre out into the night.
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Quatre Winner woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and squeezed his eyes shut just as soon as he'd opened them. "Morning Sunshine." A cheerful voice greeted him and through his cloudy vision he could barely make out a tall, slim figure with dark hair and. green eyes. "Trowa!" forgetting his pain temporarily he flung himself at the stranger who sat in stunned silence not sure of what to do. "I knew it was all a bad dream! I knew it Trowa! I knew you'd come back to me, knew you weren't dead!" he felt the body he was holding tense up and remove his clinging arms. "I'm not this man you speak of."
The blonde got a clear shot of the man's face and gasped. He very closely resembled Trowa but it was not the same man. Quatre started to voice his apologies when he began to sob uncontrollably and fell into another fit of unconsciousness. All Akemi could do was settle the boy back down and stay by his side till he awoke once more.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Quatre... Quatre..."
"Leave me alone. I want to die, leave me alone."
It was pitch black and the blonde boy had reveled in the darkness somehow seeking comfort. Now that voice, so soft, so calm, it was haunting him, tearing his heart out and killing him slowly. "Quatre."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
He screamed. Blue-gray eyes blazing with tears, his tone full of bitter hate and pure sorrow.
"Listen to me. I need to talk to you, I need YOU."
The darkness surrounded him, its presence no longer comforting.
"Please." He sobbed. "Trowa... Leave me alone."
The darkness was invaded by a dull light, illuminating a lone figure.
"Why Quatre? Why will you not let me near you... I want to be with you... please!" It was a plea, nothing less, an urgent, truthful plea. But it was an illusion.
"You are dead to everyone Trowa... you're dead, no longer here for me, I have to go on..." he choked on his words "Go on with out you."
The person seemed to back away, and Quatre could sense sadness in the air as if an angel had been silently weeping. Black feathered wings folded and the angel was swept away to his fate of eternal loneliness.
And then the heart-shattered mortal was thrown into a sleep of no dreams.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, Quatre. Hey, Q-man wake up buddy." One grey-blue eye opened and stared up into the face of Duo Maxwell. Quatre sat up stiffly "Hi Duo. Wh- where am I?" he tried not to sound as if his heart was breaking. "Your at my and Heero's place. The guy who was taking care of you was smart enough to look for contacts in your wallet. We told him that we would let him know how you were in a few days." Duo smiled, just like he always did. Quatre heard footsteps and looked up to see Heero Yuy walk in holding a tray with what looked like tea on it. He paused and then gave a small smile "Hi Quatre, I'm glad your awake finally."
"Finally?" the blonde groaned, "How long have I been out?" he was afraid to ask. "Ten days off and on." The Japanese boy answered straight forward. "Oh my god! I have to get back to my house-my work-the mansion-" he started listing things he needed to do but Duo shut him up. "Stop, your not going back for awhile, you have us worried, what happened anyways? All I know is you passed out."
"Nothing." Quatre snapped a little harsher than he intended. "Nothing happened, I just drank to much is all." Duo cocked his head to the side and gave his friend an incredulous look, Heero walked over and draped his arms about his lovers shoulders gently and handed the Arabian a cup of tea. "You never drink Quatre." He added.
"Well I did then!" he didn't want to see them together, right in front of him, not when he was thinking about Trowa, not now, not ever. "Just, please, I need sometime alone." He took the tea, spilling some on his hand and wincing. The two other boy's left, Duo giving his a worried glance before Heero wisely ushered him out. The blonde spilled again since his hands were shaking "Damnit!" he swore and threw the whole cup across the room, porcelain glass shattering against the wall.
"Trowa. I miss you so much Trowa." Quatre let out small sobs before burying his face in his pillow and letting out all of his pain, blue-gray eyes filled with anguish, his tears soaking the fabric.
Outside the wind howled fiercely, rain dropping like sleet to the cobblestone streets below. A shadowy figure stared up into the glass panes of Quatre Reberba Winners bedroom, a sad sigh escaped from ruby lips, cold and damp with the merciless downpour. A wish was whispered and then emerald green eyes blinked and the figure faded into the wind, leaving behind a single black feather to float in the rain.