To Rany- Oh, yes... All the things Heero can do for poor Trowa...
To Trowa03- Don't you just wanna smack his dad? I mean really deck him? Because every time I write for this story, I have the sudden urge to strangle him. I keep myself from doing so with thoughts of what I've got planned for him come the end of the story. Those are very lovely thoughts. As for Cathy, well, would you stand up to her father if you were in her shoes?
To GundamGrl01- Thanks, and I'll try.
To Nanshisummer- I will!
To Onigami Nanashi- I know! It's kind of annoying sometimes. I'm sorry about not updating, but I'm kind of stuck on this one. I actually had no real plans for Zechs, but a little 2x6x2 doesn't sound so bad. Trowa has his reasons for keeping Heero at arm's length- namely, his father. I'll try to get inspired for this one and get it out. I'm actually working on the last few chapters right now; I just can't get this particular part to work for me.
For three days, Trowa's every waking moment was filled with tense apprehension. Whatever Heero had done, Catherine was bound to tell their father, with a few embellishments for effect. And once Triton heard what Catherine had to tell him, Trowa was in for the beating of a lifetime.
When after three days, nothing unusual happened, Trowa dared to relax a little. If Triton didn't know by now, he would probably never know. Trowa thanked whatever deity had been watching over him lately; the last thing he needed now was broken bones, and his father was bound to give him a few if he went off again.
He found out on Monday afternoon why exactly Catherine had kept her mouth shut.
"What are you trying to pull, Fag?" Catherine demanded, stomping up to Trowa with death in her eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Trowa shot back, reaching across the seat and opening the jeep door for her.
"Your Goddamn bodyguard paid me another visit today." She snapped, climbing into the vehicle and slamming the door. "You know damn well I haven't told Daddy a thing, so why did you sic him on me again?"
"I repeat- what are you talking about? I don't have a bodyguard, Cathy."
"Is he your slave, then?" She asked waspishly. "He's obviously working for you, or he wouldn't corner me in the hall and threaten to kill me!"
"Someone threatened to kill you?" Trowa demanded, whipping around to stare at her. "And you think I had something to do with it? Catherine, are you insane?"
"You mean... you really have no idea what I'm talking about?"
"Of course I don't. You should know me well enough to know that I wouldn't threaten anyone. If I had a problem with you, I'd tell you so myself."
"Well, then, what to you plan to do about that maniac? This is the second time he's done this!"
"I'll find out who he is and have a talk with him." Trowa said with a shrug. He already had a pretty good idea of who he'd be confronting, too.
Heero, you're an idiot.
"Heero, you're an idiot."
"Some might say that, yes." Heero agreed without looking up from his book.
"What in God's name possessed you to threaten my sister?" Trowa asked sternly. "You're just lucky she's a bit of a coward, or she'd have gone straight to our father, and then where would we be?"
"Bermuda."
"This isn't the time for jokes, Heero."
"It's not a joke. If the opportunity ever arose, I'd kidnap you and take you to Bermuda. Or maybe France. Would you prefer France?"
"I'd prefer to stay right where I am." Trowa snapped. "I was born in this town, and I'd very much like to die here."
"You keep putting up with that man, you just may get your wish."
"I can handle it, Heero."
"Somehow, I doubt that."
"I'm home," Heero announced, closing the front door and dropping his bag.
"Welcome home, Heero," A woman's voice called from the general direction of the living room. "How was your day?"
"Boring," He answered. "Did you enjoy your trip, Une?"
"Africa's always lovely this time of year." Une said, smiling sweetly at Heero over the 3D castle puzzle she was working on. "When are you going to give in and start calling me Mom?"
"Who knows?"
"Heero, honey, I may not be your biological mother, but do you or do you not agree that I have raised and taken care of you for the past eight years?"
"You have."
"Then is asking that you call me Mom – even if only when we're alone – asking too much?"
"I'm sorry if I've made you feel unappreciated, but when you consider who I called Mother for the first half of my life, it should be understandable that I wouldn't want to give you the same label."
"Heero, what's wrong?" Une asked suddenly, pushing dusty brown hair away from her face. "You're exceptionally tense. What happened while I was gone?"
"Nothing,"
"Don't 'nothing' me, young man; I know when something's bothering my son." Une gave him a penetrating look, and suddenly smiled. "I know! You're in love, aren't you? Oh, Heero, that's wonderful! Who is she?"
"He," Heero corrected absently, most of his attention already on the puzzle.
"Even better," Une said, smiling. "He have a name?"
"Trowa,"
Une's smile became slightly smug, although her tone didn't change. "And why is finding the love of your young life making you so down?"
"He's- Une, what are you doing to me?"
"Trying to distract you sufficiently to learn all I can about this Trowa." Une laughed. "Guess you caught me. Okay, I promise not to ask anything more until you say I can.
"Now, can you find a place for this piece?"
Meep.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry! I didn't mean to take so long updating! Please forgive me!
