Wow. Yeah. It's Been Forever. I just got a review on this the other day from someone saying they'd love to see it updated. I'm so sorrry that I haven't been around. It's just I've become obsessed with Vam like whoa. But This is a new chapter and you will enjoy it because i said so.
Four Years Have Passed.
Haunting music floated through the house from the music room. I was still in bed, but the haunting lull of Quatre's playing pulled me into consciousness. It had only been a mere four years, but he had mastered the violin like he'd been playing from infancy. I smiled softly and rose from my coffin. Quatre had grown so much bigger in the last four years, yet he remained quite small. His features had filled out and he'd started working on developing a little muscle. I taught him a few things I remembered from my days in the circus, which is another story completely.
I found him in the music room, standing. His eyes were closed as he played the mournful tune. Once he finished I gave him the proper applause then asked.
"Why don't you play something cheerful? It doesn't suit you to be so sad." He smiled brightly and sat his instrument down.
"I guess it just suits the house. It's very dark here."
"I thought you liked it dark."
"I do." He smiled and hugged me. "Duo and Heero are coming, are we going to do something special? We always do." I nodded and he giggled.
"What shall we do this time? It's your choice." He pulled away from me and started pacing. "Well?"
"I don't know. There are so many choices! I know what Duo and I would like to do, but you and Heero are completely different matters."
"It matters not to us, little one. We only wish to make you happy." He crinkled his nose.
"I hate it when you say that. I want you to have fun too! You deserve it old man!" He giggled and came back over to hug me. This I allowed. I inhaled his fresh human scent. My old body stirred and I disliked it. "I really don't like it when you say that."
"Dully noted, little one." He smacked my arm and broke away from me to pick up his violin.
"I want to practice for a bit more, is that okay?"
"Perfect, you know I love to hear you play." So I sat in a chair in the corner. He lifted his violin and this time the tune was more cheery and more Quatre. I watched him and he knew it. He'd become acutely aware of my eyes. I was starting to look at him in more than a fatherly way, and I felt disgusting for it. I would've talked to Wufei about it, but he was still holed up somewhere with Treize. Perhaps Heero would know what I should do. I hoped so, it was becoming difficult for me to look at him without wanting to sink my teeth into his pretty little neck.
Heero however knew nothing more than I did. We were sitting in the foyer, waiting for Quatre and Duo to come down when I asked him what I should do.
"I don't know Trowa. It's your choice, if you want him have him. If you don't want him, leave him as he is." I frowned at this. I couldn't just take him. He would have to want me too. It would be too hard of a decision to make for a 15 year old. He was yet but a child.
"I have no idea what I'm going to do." I sighed and ran my hands through my hair and let myself collapse into one of the chairs in the room.
"Don't worry about it now my friend, worry about it later, we're supposed to have fun tonight." I looked at him, he was smiling slightly.
"He's really changed you, hasn't he?" Heero nodded slightly. "Perhaps it's for the better."
"Quatre has changed you too, you just haven't noticed it yet. Here they come." Duo and Quatre came waltzing down the stairs, both in their finest club clothes. Duo wore a pair of leather pants that I'll never know how he got into and a laced up purple shirt, his dark hair swinging behind him a braid. Eyeliner graced his amethyst eyes. I must admit, he was beautiful.
However, he was only an ember compared to my Quatre. He wasn't as flamboyant with his attire, but he was so much more beautiful. Or perhaps I was biased. Dark jeans graced his slim hips and a black t-shirt covered his torso and shoulders, some random band name scrawled across it. He too, wore eyeliner, not that he needed it. My mouth wanted to water, my body wanted to taste him, but I stamped out my thoughts when Duo spoke.
"Are you two really sure that we should take him clubbing, he's still a minor." Duo was concerned more about taking Quatre to a human club than I was. I knew he'd be safe. I wouldn't let him out of my sight.
"I'll be fine, Duo. Trowa won't let me out of his sight." See, he knew me so well.
So. That was that. Comments are recommended. Thanks for reading i love everyone that reviews and you get Quatre and Trowa cookies if you comment. I can't promise when the next piece of this will be out, but i haven't abandonned it yet!
Over and Out.
