Trowa was standing in the elevator waiting for the appropriate floor of where his apartment waited. In his hand was a medium-sized pink box with a white ribbon tied around to hold it from. When the green-eyed boy stepped off the elevator, the sounds of muffled voices could be heard. Trowa strained to listen to the voices.
"NO!! STOP IT!!"
Trowa's heart froze. "Quatre!!" Trowa ran to his door and shoved the key into the keyhole, throwing the door open. The scene in front of him was almost enough to make him hurl.
Quatre was lying on the floor, struggling against his assailant. His shirt was hanging off his shoulders and his pants and boxers were shoved down to mid-thigh. Quatre's face was flushed from screaming. Taylor was stationed above the boy, holding down Quatre's arms by the wrists with one hand while the other hand was reaching down to open his own pants.
Trowa blinked before his rage took control. "GET OFF OF HIM!"
Trowa dropped the pink box onto the floor and raced over to Taylor and Quatre. He grabbed Taylor by the collar, lifted him, and slammed him against the nearest wall. Quatre scrambled up into a sitting position, pulling his clothes up with trembling hands as his tears clouded his vision.
"HOW DARE YOU!!" The green-eyed boy clenched his fist and prepared to strike.
"Trowa don't…" came Quatre's small voice.
Trowa just growled. Still carrying Taylor by his collar, Trowa dragged the hazel-eyed boy out the door and slammed him into the wall across the hall. He struck Taylor as hard as he could across his cheek. As Taylor stumbled from the blow, Trowa pushed him harshly onto the floor. He crouched down with a deadly glare in his eyes. "This is only the beginning. You will pay for hurting Quatre." And with that, Trowa stood and walked back into the apartment. He slammed the door and hurried to Quatre's side. He knelt down in front of the smaller boy as Quatre looked into Trowa's eyes before launching himself at his savior.
Trowa held the boy and rubbed his back comfortingly. "Shhh. It's okay. I'm here now. I won't ever let him touch you like that again…I'll get him. I'll get him for hurting you like this…"
"No, Trowa…" Quatre said, quietly against the brunette's chest.
"But he hurt you, Quatre. He deserves-"
"No!" Quatre said more sternly as more tears flooded from his eyes. "No more…please…"
Trowa sighed. "All right…"He rocked Quatre's small form gently as Quatre cried upon his shoulder.
Quatre sniffled. "Thank you…"
The two sat there for a long time. Minutes or hours, neither knew nor cared. When Quatre calmed down a bit, Trowa slowly pulled away and looked at Quatre's face. He winced when he saw Quatre's slightly swollen left cheek.
"Come on. Sit on the couch. We need to put some ice on your cheek." Trowa stood up and helped Quatre up and to the couch.
Trowa disappeared into the kitchen and returned with an ice-filled towel. He knelt down in front of Quatre and held the towel to Quatre's mistreated cheek. Quatre slightly winced at the contact and hissed at the sudden pain that shot through. Anger flooded through the blonde.
"Quatre…" Trowa had no idea of what to say.
"You were right. I never should have gone out with him. I should have listened to you but I didn't and look where I am now. I have a damn shiner on my cheek that's definitely gonna bruise big time and it came from my so-called boyfriend who just tried to rape me." Quatre sighed as his tears threatened to resurface.
"Quatre, I have no right to tell you who you should and shouldn't date. You can't beat yourself up over this. You had no idea that this was gonna happen."
Quatre let his tears fall and looked at his lap. "Why did this happen? I don't wanna be hurt anymore…" He looked up into Trowa's eyes. "Especially by the ones I love…"
Trowa felt his heart break at the remark. He lifted his hand to Quatre's right cheek and wiped away the boy's tears with his thumb. "Quatre…you know I would never hurt you…"
Quatre threw himself against Trowa into another embrace. "I know…thank you for everything, Trowa…I'm so grateful to have you in my life…"
* * *
Quatre spent the afternoon in the shower, scrubbing his skin as hard as he could in an attempt to wash away Taylor's touches. 'How could I have let this happen? Am I that weak?' He scrubbed even harder, leaving streaks of red across his skin. 'He tried to rape me. And he would have if Trowa hadn't been here to stop him…' Quatre stopped scrubbing and turned off the shower. 'Ugh…I don't even wanna think about what might have happened if Trowa didn't show up…' He stepped out, dried himself off, and crossed the hallway to his room. 'Happy Birthday to me…'
* * *
"Awww, damn." Trowa groaned as he picked the pink box up off the floor. He settled it into the kitchen. "Well…it's not too bad." At the sound of a door closing, Trowa looked up to see Quatre, hair still damp, and dressed in blue boxers and a white tank top.
"What's all this?" Quatre said, somewhat surprised. While Quatre was in the shower, Trowa took the opportunity to transform the apartment to resemble a restaurant. There was a small circular table in the living room with a white linen cloth covering it. Upon it was a vase with a single red rose and two lit candles. Trowa also ordered some Chinese food that was waiting in some bowls in the kitchen. Trowa had hoped that this would help the blonde forget about the events from earlier, even just for an hour or two.
"Ah, Monsieur Winner," Trowa smiled. "Welcome to Chez Trowa. If you please," Trowa said, pulling out a chair from the table. Quatre smiled and sat down before Trowa pushed him in. "On today's menu, oh wait! There are no menus. I'll just have to serve you with what we have. Be right back." Trowa disappeared into the kitchen as Quatre giggled at his friend's silliness. Trowa served the blonde some Won Ton Soup followed by some Shrimp Chow Mein and House Special Fried Rice. After the main course, the brunette revealed the contents of the pink box to be a birthday cake: chocolate with white frosting and blue trimmings. On the cake were the simple words of "Happy Birthday Quatre".
"Geez, Trowa. All this food is making me fat…" Quarter joked, pointing to his stomach.
"Well good," Trowa smiled. "You're too skinny anyway."
"Am not!" the blonde countered.
"Yeah you are; light as a feather too." Quatre simply scoffed. "I'll show you." With that, Trowa hopped out of his seat and quickly scooped Quatre into his arms.
"Trowa!" the blonde squealed. "Put me down!" Trowa laughed and began to carry Quatre to his room. "Trowa! I said put me down!" Quatre squirmed playfully to get out of his friend's grasp.
"Fine." Trowa shrugged and gently place Quatre into his bed before kneeling beside it and looking at the smaller boy. Quatre instantly calmed and looked back into Trowa's emerald orbs. "Sleep now, Cat. I'll take care of the apartment."
Quatre purred. "I'm not even…" he yawned and rolled to his side to face the brunette. "…Tired."
Trowa smiled. "Liar…go to sleep, now." Quatre closed his eyes, obeying his friend's wishes. Trowa brushed away the hair in Quatre's face. He leaned forward and gently kissed the smaller boy on the cheek. "Good night, Quatre…" he whispered.
"…od ni…Trowa…"
As quietly as he could, Trowa stepped out of the blonde's room and began cleaning the living room. He put the dishes in the dishwasher, blew out the candles, and set all the furniture into its proper place. He went into his room and stripped off his clothes until he wore nothing but his boxers. Then he crept back into Quatre's room. The blonde was fast asleep in his bed, curled up under the blankets. Trowa gave a small smile and climbed into the bed. Quatre unconsciously rolled over, using Trowa's chest as a pillow. Trowa sighed in content and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy.
'Happy birthday, Quatre. I'm sorry for what happened earlier, but I swear I will never let anything hurt you like that again …I love you…'
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters and I don't own my mother's car. Dang.
Sorry it took me forever to post this. But after the same questions asked over and over again, and even a death threat, I finally posted it. Happy?
I think it was kind of obvious that Trowa was going to save the day but that's okay cause I like how it turned out. And for all you vengeful people who think that Taylor got off easy for trying to hurt lil' 'ol cutie-pie Quatre, don't worry about it. It's not over yet. Trowa's not gonna let someone hurt his Quatre and get away with it. Muahahahahaha! *sweatdrop*