Marron sat up in the grass, Gateau was now standing beside him. "What did you dream?"

"When I was away at school to learn my magick." He whispered. Tsuzuki- Sensei had been one of the only people in his life he had respected and admired. The man had held great power, and had inspired Marron to continue his studies long after he had left the school. Tsuzuki, still often sent him books, about dark magick so that he could study on ways to dispel it. As Marron thought about the long hours he had spent with the stern yet gentle man, he smiled slightly. He had loved Tsuzuki in a way.

"Carrot told me once that you left for school without even telling them. Only Milphy had known where you were." Gateau said, sitting down beside the younger boy. He watched Marron for a long moment waiting for the boy to speak.

"Milphy first started talking about me having magick when I was almost 6. He started talking about me going away to school when I was 7or 8, I didn't want to go at first.

Carrot and I didn't always get along a famously as people seem to think, but we always loved each other. One day a group of boys were taunting me. I had started to cry, not out right. Enough for Carrot to see. He called me a crybaby, told me to grow up. I got angry with him. I went away to school, determined to come back strong so that he wouldn't be disappointed." Marron sighed heavily. He smiled when he felt the older mans arms around him. He and Gateau had come a long way in the last few years. Between fighting and the little time they had together, they had little time to ever really discuss things. Like Gateau's attraction to him.

FlashBack

The night was cool and calm. A still figure stood before the open window of the inn room. His long hair fell around his shoulders, twisting like black vines in the breeze. Sleep had refused him this night. He turned from the window slowly heading out of the room and out of the inn.

He closed his eyes briefly, feeling the cool night air move over his skin. The streets were quite, beyond the sound of the crickets as the chirped. He could smell the moister in the air, and new that it would rain soon.

The lake outside the village was small, but it offered a sense of peace that was well needed. Marron sat on the old stone bench near the waters edge. A shiver ran threw him, as the wind picked up slightly. Looking up at the stars, he wandered where his life would lead him, if they would ever really free the world from the sorcerers that wanted total control. 'Well at least if we can not get rid of them all we can get rid of a few.' He smiled softly to himself. The image of his tall blond teammate slid into his thoughts.

'Does he really like me as much as he seems to. He is always watching me, as if waiting for something. Perhaps he is waiting, waiting for me to say something to him. He is handsome I do know that much. Any one would notice that, man or women. Do I really like him like that, does he really like me, or does he only think that I am beautiful. So many people think that of me. I don't really see it.' He started when he felt another presence place itself beside him. He blushed slightly when he saw that it was the very man he had been thinking of.

"What are you doing out here this late?" The blond asked looking over at the smaller boy. Gateau watched, the other man for a long time waiting for him to answer. But after a while it seemed that the younger boy had no intention of answering him. The silence stretched between them.

"I could ask you the same thing. I couldn't sleep, so I came here to think." His voice was barely more then a whisper, but Gateau caught every word.

"I heard you leave and came looking for you. What were you thinking of if you don't mind me asking?" Marron stiffened for a second, the blush rising in his cheeks once more, not that the other man could see. This he was glad of.

"I was thinking about you, about how you always stare at me, you always watch me. Like you are waiting for me to say something." The blush deepened on his cheeks.

Gateau reached out, placing his hand under the younger boys chin, he turned Marron to face him. Their eyes met for an instant before Marron turned away from him once more. "Marron, I love you. I have been waiting for you to say something. To bring up the way I always hit on you. I was starting to think that I might as well give up, that you weren't ever going to do anything but ignore me. Then you never told me to stop either."

"I don't want you stop." The younger boy whispered looking up at the older man. The two smiled at each other. Their voices rising out of the darkness in soft whispers. Their bodies never touching. They walked back to inn a few hours later, none of their other team- mates had ever realised they had left. The two may not have shared the passionate kiss that most did after discussing a new found love, but they did at least know that they did return each other's feelings, at the moment that was all that mattered.

The end...for now