Hey guys, sorry for how short the first chapter was, I wasn't sure what to write next! But now I know! Thank to the wonders of loud ear deafening music (random crowd cheers for loud ear deafening music) …..O.o waaaa…hu ….WHAT THE HELL!
Ooooook then, well I don't own GW.
On with the story.
Trieze stared blankly at the page of maths problems in front of him, he just couldn't concentrate! He sighed scribbling on the side of the page, smiling when he realised what his mindless scrawl had ended up looking like, it was a dragon, his boyfriend's pet name, his boyfriend who was arriving today along with friends Trieze hadn't seen in almost two years. Trieze smiled again and turned to a delicate looking blond sitting on his left, he noted that Quatre (the blond at his left) also looked distracted, but in a different way, the smaller bay was frowning slightly his blue-green eyes vacant and a bit…fearful? Trieze frowned, Quatre wasn't the kind of person to worry about little things.
The bell rang suddenly causing Trieze to jump, he turned back to say something to Quatre only to find that the blond was already half way across the room, that frightened him, it was so… unquatreish to just up an leave. Trieze followed hastily calling out to his blond friend, Quatre stopped and waited but didn't turn around to face him.
"What's wrong Quatre?" Trieze asked when he caught up. Quatre looked shocked, like the blond hadn't expected him to notice…had he really been that distracted today, Trieze thought about everything he had done with Quatre that day. Starting from meeting him that morning, now that he thought of it Quatre had been acting strange all day.
"Cat?" He asked again
"Nothing Tre." Said the Arabian forcing a smile onto is face. Trieze's frown deepened, he couldn't recall a time when Quatre had ever lied to him.
"Quatre, what's wrong?" He repeated the question again, more forcefully this time. The blond sighed.
"I…don't worry ok. It's not that important."
"Don't lie to me Cat, stick to the truth you suck at lying ." The blond looked up at him, Trieze drew back slightly from shock, the smaller boy looked terrified now, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Quatre…"
"I…can we…talk…somewhere else." Quatre's voice came out unevenly and some what haltingly as he tried desperately not to cry in the crowded hall. Trieze nodded steering the blond into an empty classroom and shutting the door.
"Now tell me what's wrong." He said guiding the distressed blond to a chair.
"Do…do you remember a few weeks back when I showed you that letter?" Trieze frowned
"Yes…"
(Flashback)
"Is something bothering you cat?"
"Hu…oh, Trieze can I show you something." Trieze nodded following the blond behind a tree. Watching as Quatre dropped his bag, knelling down to it so his skirt (yes I said skirt, I'll explain later) didn't lift up. Slowly the blond withdrew a letter, silently he got up and handed it to Trieze.
"Read it. Don't' say anything till you finish."
Trieze looked at the envelope.
To My Pretty One. Trieze frowned but said nothing, instead he pulled the letter out.
Hello my sweet one, I apologize for the borrowing of you favourite shirt. I will give it back when you come to me. I enjoyed watching you sleep, you really are a precious little thing and I will enjoy watching you even more when you sleep in my bed.
Trieze just stared at it for a couple of seconds.
"Were did you get this? One of your sister's rooms?" Trieze knew the answer to the question, but he wanted so badly to be wrong. Quatre shook his head, his tousled blond hair falling into his face.
"It was…in my draw... were I keep my shirts."
"Quatre…"Trieze waited for the blond to look at him. "Is you shirt still there?"
"No." The smaller boys answer came out as a whisper. "My window…I locked it before I went to sleep, I always do…but…it was open Trieze…someone was in my room."
"Have you told your sisters about this?"
"No!" Quatre's head shot up. "Oh Trieze don't tell them please! I don't want to frighten them. It was probably just Zechs or John or someone like that, you know what their like! If I ignore it, they'll stop, and one of them will put my shirt in my locker, or something like that." Trieze frowned, it sounded likely, but…he'd never heard any of them refer to his blond friend as "Sweet one" or "Pretty one." Not even when they were talking among each other.
"Alright, but Quatre if you get anymore of these, or anything like this, you have to tell me ok."
"Alright."
(End flashback)
"What about the letter?" Trieze said frowning; he had really convinced himself it was just one of the boys from school. Their school was well known, as it was the only school in the world populated mostly by homosexuals, the school was situated in a suburb that hosted over half of japans gay population and so it was only natural for the school to be the way it was, it had gotten to the point were the school had started allowing boys to wear the girls school uniform if they wished. Quatre was one of those who chose to wear it, he looked stunning in it, and pretty much anything he wore, the blond was beautiful, everyone knew it, and Quatre had his fair share of "fans" some who took their attraction to Quatre to the point were they were willing to harm anyone who seemed interested in him, and Trieze often found himself saving Quatre from them , when they had backed him up against the wall for a "Chat" or that's what they said anyway. Trieze studied his friend, who still hadn't answered his question.
"Quatre?"
"I got another one…another three actually." Trieze growled, Three! Quatre hadn't told him!
"Why didn't you tell me!"
"Because…I…I just don't want my sisters to know Trieze! I don't want to frighten them!"
"So why are you telling me now?"
"The letters are getting worse…and this morning I found one in my….in….my underwear draw….I'm frightened Tre…." The blond sobbed, biting his lip to hold back tears. "Some of my underwear was missing." Trieze pulled the blond into a hug, soothing him as Quatre finally let himself cry. When he started to calm down Trieze asked to see the letters.
Letter one
Hello again my lovely,
You smell good tonight, I hope you don't mind my borrowing your school skirt, it still smells like you, so intoxicating, much like yourself, I bet you taste good, I will enjoy tasting you.
Letter Two
Hello my precious,
I didn't not take anything from you tonight, though I was tempted, but then, if I gave in to all my temptations, I would have to take you as well. But then again, I suppose I could take you with me, a picture, yes a photo of you sleeping, so beautiful. I should go, I have my photo, if I stay I will be…tempted.
Letter three
Hello my sweetness
I have little to say tonite, you skin looks so soft if I stay, I will want what I can not have, not yet, so instead I will take with me some of your underwear, yes lovely. I will put you in these when I take you to my bed.
(this isn't part of the letter I'm just saying that I'm not describing the underwear, I'll leave that up to you.)
Trieze, just stared, horrified at the contents on the three letters he held, photographs, a school skirt! This guy was a mental case.
"Quatre you need to tell the police." He stated, careful to make sure his voice didn't betray his worry and fear that this man would take things to far if the blond refused.
"What! But I can't! Tre not now, the exchange people come today, you know that! You've been looking forward to it all week! I can't call the police, they won't let me host any students, and I'm taking all of Fie's friends, remember!" The blonde's face was flushed from crying and frustration as he paced across the room.
"Quatre! You must!"
"No!" He yelled, and then more quietly added. "It will be ok Tre, it only happens when I'm the only one home, if I have four exchange students he won't come." Trieze sighed, that was the end of the conversation, he knew Quatre well enough to know the blond wouldn't change his mind.
Trieze walked out of the room slowly making his way down a corridor, stopping when he spotted a bus, that a certain Chinese boy was walking off, suddenly he didn't feel so bad.
EDOS: soooo what do you think. I don't know if you think the letters are disturbing but there meant to be. I thought it was creepy, I mean can you imagine having some guy in your room! Taking you clothes, watching you like every night! (Shudders).
QUATRE: Actually funnily enough I can imagine it.
TROWA: ummm baby?
QUATRE: Yeh?
TROWA: that's cuz it did happen to you remember….
QUATRE: oooooohhhh that's right and then yo….umph! (Trowa stopes Quatre by ruining the ending)
DUO: uummmm ok, well review please! We luv reviews don't we Hee-chan!"
HEERO: hn…