Memories of You: Part 1
"Trowa!" The blonde boy hailed, waving his arm as he ran down the path in the sakura-ridden park. "Wait for me!"
The tall, green-eyed boy stopped, he blinked. Moments before he had been in the cold recesses of space. Alone. A warm, delicately scented spring breeze swiftly replaced the cold air of the void, and his beloved Quatre's arms were around him.
"Ah! Your hands are so cold, Trowa!" Quatre grabbed one of them between his own pale hands, rubbing it gently in attempt to warm it.
Trowa looked down oh his slightly mussed golden head, a look of confusion gently passing over his eyes.
"Trowa?" Quatre met his gaze, "Are you alright?"
"Mm." He squeezed the other boy's hand, "I'm fine… I was just thinking…"
Ah, he thought, these are my memories.
"I've missed you…" The Quatre smiled his warm, sweet smile, his blue-green eyes conveying all of his love purely and simply the way they always did.
"I've missed you, too…" Trowa couldn't explain how much he missed him, he didn't know how long he would survive in space… and although he knew he was only talking to a memory, he longed to tell Quatre how much he still loved him, despite his actions in Wing Zero. He wanted to tell him that he would love him, even after death. He wanted to say he would never, ever leave him, not even in death.
He couldn't… not now. He was caught in a dream, and it hurt his heart.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" Trowa could see a look of concern behind his beloved's eyes.
"Of course," Trowa paused, "What's wrong, Quatre?"
"It's nothing…" He forced a smile, "It's I just have this feeling… like something terrible is going to happen…"
Trowa winced, slightly, and pulled Quatre close to him. He didn't care if people saw them; he needed to have that contact. He knew how soon it might be gone. Quatre made a slightly started sound, but soon melted into Trowa's embrace. The brown-haired boy held the smaller boy tighter and whispered into his hair.
"It's ok…"
"Trowa, you…" he knew something was amiss.
"Shh… Quatre." He pulled him closer still, "I love you, and I won't ever leave you."
Quatre hugged him back, burring his head into Trowa's chest. He could feel some hidden untruth in his words.
"I love you more than anything… I always will."