Beauty of Venus here!

I hope everything is going well? Well... it should be because I just updated again. "The best way to make someone's day is to give them what they want." This chapter is going to answer some of the questions y'all asked me in your reviews, so it was a little hard to write. I wanted to be sure that I didn't miss anything or make it sound too cheesy.

You know what. I was looking at the C2 Communities for Gundam Wing/Sailor Moon and there aren't a lot of Mina/Heero ones. A lot of them are about Usagi or Hotaru. So I'm thinking of either joining the one C2 that supports that coupling or creating my own. The C2's are great and if you only like to read stories with your favorite characters then you should definitely look into a C2.

Okay - stepping off of my soapbox and starting the story.

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Chapter 7 – Good Bye

Ten minutes before

Coming home to find cars in the driveway was definitely what Trowa was least expecting. He pulled into the driveway and casually walked over to the cars and found that he had seen them before. His friend and lover were here, waiting inside. The first emotion that he felt was a mix between excitement and relief. The thought that Quatre had come back kept playing in his mind until he got closer. As he neared, large square objects could be seen through the windshield. Coming to a halt five feet from the vehicle, his suspicions were confirmed. The large objects he saw were boxes. Boxes full of Quatre's stuff. His mood dampened immediately at the thought that Quatre was actually leaving. He had always hoped that the blond would prove true to his nature and forgive Trowa of everything that he had done. Quatre had always forgave him and it seemed unimaginable that he wouldn't forgive him now. Trowa stretched out his hand and ran it gently over the hood of the car. He had been searching for Quatre after Duo left yesterday. He had called Quatre's sister Ira and asked if she had seem him. She became worried instantly and asked if he had been kidnapped or if he was hurt and in the hospital. Trowa had assured her that nothing was wrong and that he had a little argument with the little blond and that Quatre had went for some 'fresh air' which usually meant that he went to someone's house. It took him a good ten minutes afterwards just to get her off the phone.

Trowa narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at his reflection on the car. He almost could have scoffed when he thought of the 'little argument' he had with Quatre. Never had he seen Quatre so upset. The little blond was always sensitive to others feelings and emotional, but he never resorted to violence. Quatre was a diplomat, a pacifist, a 'softy' as Duo would usually put it. Trowa had been in many battles with the Sandrock pilot and there were still no incidents that Trowa could remember in which the blond lost his temper. Quatre had lost his mind at one time, but even then he didn't lose control over his anger. Taking his hand away from his beloved's car, Trowa glanced at the other vehicle occupying the driveway, while letting his thoughts linger on a particular pilot. Who could blame Quatre for what he did anyway? After all Trowa himself would have done just about the same thing that Quatre did except he would have made sure the guy wouldn't have been able to get back up. Even quiet, stoic guys, like him, lose their tempers sometimes. A soft noise brought his attention back to he front doors. The sound from the house was so soft that the typical person wouldn't have been able to catch it, but of course Trowa wasn't your typical person. He started up the steps slowly but soon his feet started hitting the group quicker as his strides became longer. By the time he reached the doors he was practically jogging. He grabbed the door handle and forced himself to turn the nob slowly, even though what he really wanted to do was wrench the door off its hinges. When he stepped into the threshold and saw the lone figure standing there, his heart made a leap into his throat and stayed there. As Quatre turned into his direction he saw he blond visibly stiffen. Trowa couldn't move. Afraid that if he did the blond in front of him would run away again. The way Quatre was standing made him seem like a deer in the forest and Trowa, the hunter.

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They stood frozen until a curse was heard from the stairwell. Breaking eye contact, Quatre glanced up at the stairs with an expression that bordered on being either thankful or annoyed, Trowa wasn't to sure since he had followed Quatre's gaze to the stairs. Thinking maybe of seeing a figure there, all Trowa saw was empty air. Who could Quatre have brought over? That voice was definitely feminine, so it would most likely be one of his sisters, but he had talked with Ira and she hadn't know where he was. Did he have another sister in the area that I didn't know about? Trowa sent Quatre a questioning glance and found the ex-pilot staring at him.

"Tro... " the blond cleared his throat and started over "Trowa. How.. uh.. well... What..." Quatre tried but failed and indicated so by looking down at his feet. It was obvious that the blond was trying to figure out a way to make conversation and was having a hard time of doing so. Trowa felt sorry for him since the blond seemed uncomfortable. He watched as his lover sighed tiredly and decided to skip the formalities. "I'm sorry Trowa, but I... I'm going to move out for a little..." " Don't" The blond looked up sharply at Trowa's interruption. " I can't stay here, you know that. It wouldn't be right if..." Trowa was not about to let his beloved make excuses for leaving so he quickly interrupting the blond again, hoping to put a stop to the excuses. "Quatre, this is your home, your house. You lived here for years and its by all rights yours. There is no reason why you should leave." The Sandrock pilot seemed on the verge of tears. " No, Trowa, it's not my home anymore. It doesn't belong to me and so I can't stay here after..." " Then I'll leave here and you can stay. I hurt you and so I should be the one to leave." Trowa watched as the blond fought an inner battle with himself. A whispered 'No' was the only word Trowa caught from the battle. Quatre repeated it again but with a little more voice. "No. This house belongs to you as well as the Preventors. Last year I went to Lady Une and had her make this mansion one of her safe houses. She agreed since it had tight security and was large enough to accommodate many personal." Trowa said nothing as he recalled the day Quatre was talking about. "And plus" Quatre paused and glanced to the stairwell again. "Trowa followed his gaze and saw that there was a person standing there. It was a girl about their age with blond hair and box in her arms. "I have already asked to be transferred to another house." Trowa turned his gaze sharply back to Quatre at this statement. "You're not going to stay with one of your sisters?" Quatre didn't saw anything as he shook his head. Trowa saw the girl move towards him and with effort tore his gaze away from his koi. Inspecting her further showed that she was quite pretty and that her hair reached past her waist. Her eyes were a different shade of blue than Quatre's, but were still pretty. Trowa had met all of Quatre's sisters and if anything this girl would have fit the description of over half of them, but she didn't look familiar. Trowa usually could remember people's names and faces, but he could not recall ever meeting her. "Pardon me?" She asked timidly.

It was then that Trowa realized that he hadn't moved from his position at the door. Without saying a word he opened the door for her and moved to the side. She smiled slightly and mumbled a thanks as she proceeded to walk to the car. Giving Quatre a questioning glance once more he waited for the blond to explain. "She's my new roommate." Was all he offered. "Are you sure about this?" Trowa did not want to hear the answer. He could always handle everything given to him but for some reason he knew that the answer the slight blond was about to give her would cause him pain. The question had to be asked though. It didn't make sense to him that Quatre should be the one to leave. Th little upbringing he had told him that much but as timid the blond was in front of him he also had a stubborn streak. "Yes" A streak that made it difficult to try and change his mind once he had it made up. Some unknown pressure was slightly pushing against Trowa's ribcage at the little word. It was only a word but it seemed to bring unwanted feelings to the front when it was mentioned. " Trowa." The blond waited until he had Trowa's attention. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault." Trowa narrowed his eyes and tightened his jaw. Quatre was always blaming himself for everything that happened. Trowa had triued to break him of it but it proved to be a habit that the blond referred to when in tight situations. It didn't matter what had happened and who's fault it was, Quatre would always apologize. But in this situation, he shouldn't be the one apologizing. Trowa heard the blond voice take an almost desperate note. "If I had only been more affectionate or just been there you wouldn't have had to go to... someone else. If I wasn't such a bad friend, you could have came to me when..." He watched as the blond choked back a sob. This was all wrong and Trowa knew it. He should be the one to say those things, not the innocent one in front of him. He needed to let Quatre know that he didn't mean for it all to happen. He wanted to tell him that he was 'sorry' and to wrap his arms around him to prove it. Trowa opened his mouth to say all those things, but the words wouldn't form.

"Quatre!"

Trowa closed his mouth and literally saw his chance to tell Quatre anything, fly away. The slight blond in front of him visibly straightened. Taking a loud breath he met Trowa with dry eyes. " I have to go." He saw his lover swallow hard before he could continue, "I am sorry, Trowa. I would like to be friends still." The blond looked at him waiting for an answer that would never come. It wasn't that Trowa didn't want to answer he couldn't. He knew that his voice would fail him and he wouldn't be able to say anything. A noise from the kitchen informed Trowa of the other guest. "Heero's here." The blond offered making his way towards Trowa. Trowa held his breath as his lover neared He watched him as he took a step to the side and continue to walk. When Quatre had got to where he was just about past Trowa he whispered a very faint "Good-bye." and proceeded out of the door. Trowa continue to watch as the blond made his way to the car and moved to the Driver's side. It seemed that Trowa couldn't do anything but watch as the one he loved got into the car and started to drive off. All he could do was watch.. He wanted to move his feet to catch up with the blond, but they weren't listening to him. He tried to make his hand wave at the car hoping to make it stop, but his hand was ignoring everything he was telling it. Even his eyes weren't listening to him. They were supposed to stay dry, but they didn't stop the tear from coursing down his cheek. The only thing that listened to him was his voice. He whispered in the same fashion that Quatre had when he had walked by. "I'm sorry." But he was too late. Quatre would not hear those words. They were whispered into the wind and lost there.