As soon as Wufei arrived at Winner Enterprise, Quatre escorted the Chinese man to Mr. Winner's office. He introduced the two to each other and they immediately began speaking in "business language". It seemed to Quatre that he wasn't needed anymore and because he was feeling somewhat hungry, he excused himself and left with Trowa in tow. They hailed a cab and climbed in.
"So what happened?" Trowa asked. "Why did we just leave one of our friends with your father?"
Quatre giggled. "My father and I have made our peace. He admitted that he was wrong and asked me to forgive him. So I did."
"You do that a lot, you know…"
"Oh hush, you." Quatre smacked Trowa playfully on the arm. "So anyway, my father wanted me to take control of the company. But since I know nothing about business, I refused and told him that I knew someone who could be perfect for the spot."
"And so Wufei enters the picture."
"Yes. So now, my father is seeing whether or not Wufei can measure up to the job."
"Do you think it was a good idea to leave him there alone?"
"Wufei will be fine. I'm pretty sure if he wants the job, he'll get it and prove that he's the best for it along the way."
"If you say so…"
"I know so."
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A while after they had lunch, Trowa and Quatre went back to their place to pick up Quatre's violin and some sheet music he would play for Ralph. Then, they went to the Peacecraft Theatre to see that Ralph was already waiting for them. Quatre climbed up on stage and began warming up. Ralph and Trowa sat in the seats below and watched.
"So what do you do for a living?" Ralph asked, trying to make some idle chitchat.
"I'm an artist. Some guy sells whatever I give him in his gallery and collects 10% of whatever gets sold. It's amazing how much people will pay for something I doodle."
"Okay, guys. I'm ready." Quatre called from the stage.
"All right. Go ahead." Ralph replied.
Quatre closed his eyes remembering the piece from memory. He began to play Mendelssohn's Opus 64: Andante, causing Trowa's imagination to soar as it always did when Quatre played. It was a few minutes later when he realized that Ralph had asked him something.
"What?" Trowa shook his head and looked at Ralph.
"You like him don't you?"
Trowa sighed and leaned on the seat in front of him. His gaze settled on his angel and how peaceful he looked on stage. "Yeah…"
"Then why don't you tell him?"
"I tried. But it got all screwed up."
Ralph scoffed. "I know. Dang kid." He muttered.
Trowa sat up. "What was that?"
"Oh nothing. I think you should try again. I mean, who know? Maybe he feels the same way."
"I can only hope. He probably sees me as just his friend. Nothing more."
"Well, you'll never know unless you ask him."
Trowa let this settle into his mind and leaned forward again on the seat in front of him.
Ralph smirked and leaned back and watched Quatre. "He's amazing. I've seen plenty of musicians of all kinds, but…his music…it's…wow."
'I already know…and you're right…he is amazing.' Trowa sighed again.
Quatre's song came to an end and he began to play another one, unknown to Ralph but very familiar to Trowa. It was the same one he was listening to when he was painting a sunset.
Trowa shut his eyes and pictured that sunset. That he and Quatre were sitting on a grassy hill while radiant colors of the sun danced around them. There was a slight breeze in the air that caused Quatre to snuggle in closer to Trowa's warmth. Trowa placed an arm around Quatre and the blonde whispered the words that he so longed to hear.
"I love you, Trowa…"
The song came to an end all too soon and Trowa opened his eyes, returning to the real world. Beside him, Ralph stood up, applauding Quatre's performance, causing the blonde to blush slightly.
"That was great, Quatre. I wanna sign you up with Quintessence as soon as possible."
"Really?" Quatre smiled.
"Yeah. I'll bring you the paperwork tomorrow." Just then, Ralph's cell phone rang. "Flores here. Yeah. Okay. Gotcha. Bye." He turned to Quatre. "I gotta run, Quatre. I need to send something back to the studio. Great job and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay. Bye Ralph. Thanks."
Ralph smiled. "Later Trowa. Remember what I said."
Trowa nodded his response and let the blue-eyed man pass.
Ralph hurried out as the doors shut with a click.
"Did you hear that, Trowa? I'm gonna work for Quintessence! This is great!" The blonde hopped off the stage and hurried to where his friend was seated.
"I'm so happy for you." Trowa smiled, causing Quatre's heart to melt.
"Come on. Let's go home so we can tell Heero and Duo the good news." He pulled the brunette to his feet and rushed towards the doors. He pushed them but they didn't budge. He tried again to no avail.
"What is it?" Trowa asked.
Quatre looked up at Trowa with his big aqua eyes. "I…I think we're locked in…"
* * *
"Quintessence here. Mission accomplished."
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters but I do own Ralph.
Short, short chapter but it's better than nothing, eh? Hmmm...what will happen next? Only time will tell.
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