Move Me

Disclaimer: I own this plot, the title, this plot, and...that's all folks! Don't sue cause all you'll get is a headache. P.S. Don't sue! Oh and I own the song in this chap. Don't hate me if you don't like it. I just needed a special one for this chap.

AN: By the way, I have no problem with anyone using the name Gundanium in a fic, it's flattering.

Chapter 13

"Makoto!" Trowa called when he exited the bathroom. "You should get up. The others-" he stopped speaking once he saw the empty bed. "Damn." She ran away again. He sighed as he thought of his next move. 'How am I going to get her to stop running?'


Makoto paced her room as she bit her lip deep in thought. There was a knock at her door and she froze mid-step.

"Mako, are you in there? It's Usagi." Makoto breathed a small sigh of relief as she let Usagi in. She locked the door behind her friend.

"What is going on with you?" Usagi asked Makoto as she stared at her friend's harried appearance. Before Makoto could answer, Usagi walked over to her with a small frown on her face. She sniffed Makoto and her face lit up. "You had sex!"

"Shh!" Makoto exclaimed trying to calm Usagi down. "How could you tell?"

"You smell like Trowa and you're a mess. There's only a few times that I've seen you like that and well…you get the picture. What's going on?"

"Well," Makoto sighed and plopped onto her bed dejectedly. "You already know one part of it. Trowa and I slept together. I didn't mean for it to happen, but…"

"But…," Usagi prompted. She smiled at Makoto's face. "It was great?"

"It was fantastic. I don't think I've ever felt so happy. I think I'm really falling for Trowa, but I haven't the slightest idea about him. What if he gets tired of me? He is a rock star, you know. He could easily get rid of me and grab onto a model or something."

"Shh," Usagi reached over and placed a finger onto Makoto's lips, effectively silencing her. "Quit thinking with your head for a second and tell me what your heart is saying." Makoto sighed deeply.

"It's saying…it's saying Trowa isn't like that. It's saying he wouldn't hurt me."

"Do you trust your heart?"

"Normally."

"What's different about this time, Mako-chan?" Makoto shrugged.

"When I trust my heart, I get hurt."

"When?"

"Bobby, Ryan, Kevin, Lei," Makoto rattled off.

"Okay, so maybe this time your heart is right. Maybe this time you found the right guy." Usagi smiled. "Good luck, Makoto. I'm going downstairs for a while. I'll tell the girls to leave you alone so you can think." Makoto smiled gratefully as Usagi walked over to the door, unlocked it, and left.

Makoto stood and walked over to the door. She locked it and then went into the bathroom to take a shower.


Ami sat inside of Gundanium's main practice room. It had all sorts of equipment in it. There was a large drumset in one corner, while guitars were lined up on either wall with plenty of microphones. Ami sat in the center of the room at a large piano. She had paper in front of her and seemed pretty occupied with writing a song.

Quatre stood in the doorway for a longtime watching her work before finally gaining the courage to let her know of his presence as her back was to him. He cleared his throat as he entered the room and Ami looked back at him, surprised.

"Quatre," she smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I was walking around and I heard someone playing. Do you mind?" he asked as he looked down at what she was writing. He read the lyrics and smiled inwardly as he handed them back to her. "Would you play it for me?" Ami blushed.

"It's not finished," she told him trying to get out of it. Quatre shook his head.

"It's okay." Ami smiled and turned back to the piano. She moved over a bit so that Quatre could sit next to her. Once he did she pushed back the lump in her throat and began playing, hoping that he wouldn't make the connection.

Mm, mm

Mm, mm

In the darkest hour of my nightmares

In the saddest stories in which no one else cares

There was always you and you saved me more than once

There was always you with golden light of sun

And in my deepest thoughts

I never thought it could be

And in my wildest dreams

I never thought you'd see me

But while you passed me there

In my darkness

Your golden sun brought me light

And that's all I ever wanted

I used to watch you move

As you went about life

I used to dream of you

Hope that you'd end my strife

And that dream is true

I'm really here with you…

And in my deepest thoughts

I never thought it could be

And in my wildest dreams

I never thought you'd see me

But while you passed me there

In my darkness

Your golden sun brought me light

And that's all I ever wanted…

That's all I ever wanted…

That's all…

That's all…

That's all I ever wanted…

Ami sat there for a second with her hands placed on the last keys as she thought about what she'd just done in the song. She'd openly expressed her feelings for Quatre and she just hoped he didn't get it. How many blondes were there in Japan anyway?

"So what did you think?" she asked as she turned to face him. She was surprised to see him smiling down at her.

"I think," he said with a whisper. "I think I like you too." He leaned forward and kissed Ami softly on the lips before leaving as quickly as possible.

Ami stared after Quatre in shock. He'd gotten it. Dammit. Wait a second; he said he liked her too! Ami smiled and blushed as she remembered their kiss. She stopped a few moments later when a thought struck her.

'Wait, if he likes me, why did he run?'


'I cannot believe I just did that to Ami,' Quatre thought as he made his way to his room. 'I've never behaved that way before. So why now?' He was thoroughly disgusted with himself for, what he considered, mauling Ami without even speaking to her about what he suspected. 'That song was about me. I'm certain it was. Oh, maybe it wasn't and I just wanted it to be. Maybe I was wrong and she hates me now because she thinks I'm conceited.' Quatre sighed as he entered his room. 'I need to lie down. Girls are complicated.'


Trowa growled in frustration as he glanced into the kitchen only to find it empty. He couldn't find Makoto anywhere and her friends were avoiding him as well. He sighed as he thought of everywhere he hadn't looked.

'Ugh,' Trowa said mentally slapping himself. 'Her room.' He turned on his heel abruptly and headed for Makoto's room.

Once he stood outside of her door he took a deep breath to compose himself. He was getting angry. He couldn't understand why she was still running and her choice of not talking to him wasn't helping either.

"Makoto," he said knocking on her door with just enough force so that he didn't seem demented. "Makoto, its Trowa." When he got no answer he tried again. "Look, I know you're in there. Would you just open the door so we can talk?" Again there was no answer. "If you don't answer me, I'll knock the door down."

"Fine!" Makoto shouted back. "What do you want?"

"Why did you run?"

"Do we have to talk about this now? Just go away and give me some time, Trowa. I need to think."

"No!" Trowa said sharply, surprising even himself. "Every time you think, you run. Stop running from me Makoto. I won't hurt you."

"Yeah, sure."

"Why is it so hard for you to trust me? What have I done that makes you not trust me?" There was silence. Makoto didn't answer because she didn't have one.