05/09/05
Hellos.
Just making a few error corrections
As well as filling in a few miner details that
I had forgotten the first time round.
Uh…
Yeah.
Enjoy
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Chapter two
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The former princess' eye twitched in agitation when she saw who's cell phone number it was on her caller-Id. "Maxwell." She smiled forcibly, "To what do I owe this call?"
/"Hey, Relena. You know that favor you owe me?"/ The braided boy grinned.
"I don't owe you anything!" The girl snapped, her hostility barely being restrained.
/"Oh yes you do."/ The boy frowned/"Or should I remind you of how I saved your ass last Christmas?"/
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." Relena flushed.
/"I could send you the pictures to refresh your memory."/ Duo offered stubbornly. /"God, you are stupid when you're drunk. Pointing a gun at Hiiro is dumb enough, but to do it while you were nak-"/
"FINE!" The blonde snapped before lowering her voice. "What the hell do you want?"
/"It's not what I want; it's something for Q and T."/ Duo's grin crossed his face as he explained to the princess what he wanted.
"Fine, I'll see what I can do, but I make no promises!" Relena warned. "Those laws haven't been changed in over a century. I seriously doubt anything I say or do will change that."
/"I appreciate the effort."/ Duo rolled his eyes.
"Oh, and one more thing, Maxwell…" The girl raised an eyebrow at the braided boy's image. "This counts as blackmailing. Not a favor."
/"Whatever, Princess."/ The boy shrugged/"Email me with the results?"/
"If I must."
/"Thanks, you're a gem."/ He blew her a kiss.
"Shove it, Maxwell." She sneered, "You don't mean it."
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Duo snapped his phone shut and stuffed it into his pocket, "Spoiled little brat." He grumbled. "She needs to realize that she doesn't live in a universe of one."
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"Master Winner, it's late at night." Eleese noted worriedly, "Shouldn't you be heading home?"
"I have to finish this report for tomorrow. Jerold is being rather persistent in trying to get Winner Enterprises to fund his research." The blonde replied, not looking up at his faithful secretary.
"Sir, if I may say… You haven't been home all week." The brunette placed a gentle hand on her boss's arm. "It's not right, nor is it healthy to be staying in the office so much. Don't you miss Mr. Barton?"
The blonde CEO was quiet for a moment as his heart screamed, 'Yes, of course I miss him! What are you, an idiot?' With a deep sigh, he rolled his shoulders and returned to his paperwork. "What I want is not as important as what needs to be done, Eleese." He replied stiffly.
"Do you honestly believe that, sir?" His secretary questioned as she poured him another cup of stale coffee.
"Go home, Eleese."
"But, sir…"
"I'll be fine. Go home to your family." Quatre sighed, tilting his head to the side, trying to crack it.
"Very well, sir." Eleese obeyed, "Do try and get some rest?"
"Good-night."
"Must you push everyone away, Koi?" Trowa asked, slipping into the blonde's office as his lover's secretary left. "Push me away?"
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Trowa." Quatre dismissed, frowning at some fine print he had missed. "Aren't you supposed to be at home? I thought you had a Preventers meeting in the morning."
"I did." The banged boy shrugged, kissing the blonde's neck, before sitting at the edge of the CEO's desk. "But I asked Wu Fei to take this assignment for me."
"Trading work? Why?" Quatre blinked, finally meeting his lover's gaze.
"Because I miss you…" Trowa replied, running his fingers through the blonde's bangs before leaning in and kissing the boy. "Because I'm worried about you…" He kissed him again. "Because… You are more important to me than global peace."
"Somehow, I don't think Relena would appreciate that sentiment…" Quatre smirked, reaching for another form.
"Koi…" Trowa sighed, catching and holding the other boy's slender hand, preventing it from touching any more paper. "Come home, please?"
"I have a lot of stuff I still need to do, Trowa." Quatre declined, obviously trying to avoid eye contact.
"Why are you running away?" The banged boy asked quietly, rubbing his thumb over pale skin, "Why are you hiding from me? We used to be able to talk. We used to tell each other everything."
"I'm not running. I'm not hiding. Things change."
"Do you still love me?" Trowa whispered, his voice cracking underneath his fear of the other boy's response.
Quatre gasped as he whirled to face the taller boy, "Of course I do!" He whispered, tears in his eyes, "How can you ask that?"
"I would never know, with the way you've been avoiding me." Trowa brushed his lips over the smaller boy's forehead.
"I love you! I'll always love you! You are the other half of my heart… my soul…" Quatre shook his head as he stood from his desk and moved to lean against the other's solid chest. "I-I'm not… I'm not avoiding you, Trowa…"
The banged boy smiled as he wrapped his arms around the smaller, "Then come home."
"B-but-" The blonde's protest was cut off by a searing kiss. Quatre, at first unresponsive, quickly melted into the kiss, deepening it until he clung desperately to the taller boy. "T-Trowa…" He gasped when they broke for air.
"I told you that I missed you." Trowa breathed into the other's ear, pulling Quatre's slight hips to press against his own. "Come home?"
With a sniffle and a sigh, the other boy nodded, "O-okay, Trowa."
"Good…" The banged teen kissed him again. "Rashid is waiting downstairs."
Quatre moved to follow him when the room suddenly spun.
"QUATRE?" Trowa exclaimed, catching the boy as he stumbled.
"I-I'm fine… just dizzy… must have moved too fast… or something…" The blonde shook his head trying to clear it.
"What did you eat today?"
"Eat?"
"Quatre… You need to eat!" Trowa shook his head as he steadied the smaller boy and helped him to the car, lecturing the entire way on how it wasn't smart to neglect himself.
"Trowa, as much as I know I deserve being yelled at, can you not do it right now?" The blonde shook his head as he climbed into the limo, sliding over to make room for the banged boy. "I'm getting a headache."
"You work too hard." Trowa frowned, following the smaller boy inside. "You don't eat, and you don't sleep. It's a wonder you're still functioning."
"It's not a problem when I go-go-go, but the moment I stop –yawn- it all catches up to me…" Quatre mumbled, snuggling against his lover's warm body. "Mmm, you smell good… missed you…"
"Sleep, koi." Trowa smiled gently, smoothing back blonde bangs. "You need it."
"Hmmm… love you…"
"Love you too."
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Trowa silently cursed glancing at his alarm clock, as he reached for his phone. 'Who'd call at 2 in the frickin morning?'
"Mmmnn?" Quatre stirred next to him, "Tro?"
"Go back to sleep, koi." Trowa whispered, answering the obtrusive caller in a low voice, "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
/"I'm sorry for waking you up, Barton. I was reading over the pre-mission report for the mission you switched with me and discovered that it requires all five of us."/
"No." Trowa whispered, carefully climbing out of bed without disturbing the other occupant and going into the hall.
/"I'm afraid it isn't a choice."/ Wu Fei apologized.
"The whole reason I asked you to trade with me in the first place is because Quatre is working himself to death! He won't take a break unless someone makes him!"
/"You'll have to take it up with Lady Une."/ The Chinese boy sighed warily/"But seeing on how he is the only full new-type among us, it is imperative that he is a part of this mission."/
"I'll be there." Quatre said, grabbing the phone from his lover while shooting an angry glance at the taller boy. "Send the specifics."
/"How soon can you catch a flight?"/ Wu Fei asked/"We all need to meet up at the Chicago HQ for debriefing by Zechs."/
"I'll have Abdul fly us." The blonde promised. "We'll be there by eight."
/"Could Maxwell catch a ride with you?"/
"Of course. I'll give him a call before we leave."
/"We'll send a car to meet you."/ Wu Fei offered/"Quatre, try and get some sleep during the flight, okay? You sound exhausted."/
"I'll try." The blonde sighed. "See you later. Bye."
"Quatre…"
"Trowa, I would appreciate it if you would not make my decisions for me without at least asking me first." The blonde huffed, handing the phone back to the taller boy. "Even though the gesture was sweet." He added with a small smile. "Come on, we need to pack."
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To be continued…