So, my mission is, get Quat to talk. Which, if you've met ths kid, you would find to be damn near impossible. But I have to try right? We are eating breakfast and I start thinking of ways to make him say something, ANYTHING! He could tell me that he has to piss for all I care, at least he would open his mouth. I look over at him and he is staring back at me. He looks concerned, my distress must be showing on my face. Don't want to worry him over nothing so I smile and continue eating. I decide to start with my attempts to get him to talk.
"So...Quat...what's you're favorite color?" Ok that was lame I admit, but it was the first thing that I could think of. He looked up at me and tilted his head. He looks as though he is going to say something. This is it! Finally! He quickly looks towards the floor and hidies his face as much as possible. I sigh and try to think of something else. "Well I like black, most people think it's weird that I like such a morbid color, but I just seem to be attracted to it." He keeps his position and sigh again, I see he is done eating, even though he barely touched what was on the plate. He didn't really eat the ramen either. I'm starting to worry about him. I could be wrong but I'm pretty sure people need to eat.
"Um, if it doesn't offend you or anything...is it possible that you haven't eaten in quite some time?" He hesitates but he slowly nods. So that's it, he can't keep anything solid down. Well now I feel bad. He's probably been feeling sick since he looked at the food. "Well. Then you will have to start slowly eating...I'll make you some soup broth and we'll start there ok?" He nods again, but quickly looks back down when the broth was placed in front of him. He looks like he might be sick again and I sigh.
"Listen, you have to finish this off, you're gonna get sick if you start eating normally again." I pick up the spoon and dip it into the broth. I blow on it and coerce him into opening his mouth. He has a hard time swallowing it, but he still got it down without puking. He managed to finish a little more than half of the bowl before I decide that he would probably pass out if he had anymore. I smiled and sit here for a few seconds, just letting us both sit in silence. Now we all know that I hate silence so I decide that we should go over and relax on the couch for a while and watch TV. I grab his hand and pull him over to the couch. I sit him down and then sit down next to him. He quickly jumps over to the opposite side of the couch. I sigh and turn on the TV, realizing he likes human contact, but not when it is forced on him. It takes me a while, but finally I create another plan to get him to talk. I grin inwardly to myself and glance over at him and see that he is hugging his knees closely to himself like it was protecting him. Quickly get on my hands and knees on the couch and start to crawl towards him. He jumps after noticing that I have begun to come closer to him. His beautiful eyes darted around the room for a means of escape but I get too close and crawl on top of him right before he tries to jump away. I pin him down and start to kiss his neck.
"Now I'll make a deal with you...I'll stop, but only if you verbally tell me to...I know that you can talk and I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit here for a week in total silence while there's another person in the room." He pushes at me and groans but I continue to molest him. Fear works usually, I'm sure that can regain his trust again, but now he would talk or get molested. He starts to cry and push harder.
"All you have to do is say something...and I'll quit..." I start to untie his pants when he finally cries out in the sweetest most pure little voice I've ever heard.
"Stop! Please, I'm sorry...please, no more...no more..." Now I feel like scum. His tears make me want to cry as I stop and hug him tightly, trying to comfort him.
"No, I'm sorry...I'm really sorry Quat...I know that seemed a little harsh, but you need to learn that around me, you have to be a little verbal...you think you can trust me again...I promise that I won't do it again...ever! Am I forgiven?" He was still shaken, but he nodded, I sigh. "Now have you forgotten already?" He looks me right in the eye and hugs his knees close to him again.
"Yes..." He whispers this out but it's good enough for me.
"Good, see talking isn't so bad, now if you want something...ask for it. Ok?"
"Yes..." I smiled brightly trying to lighten the mood. He looks at me and he smiles in return. He was still shaken but I think he's ok now. Or at least I hope, him talking isn't worth him fearing me. That's not what I want at all. Besides if he's afraid of me again then he will try to kill me again, which, wasn't part of the plan. I really should have thought this out before II did it, but it's too late now. I look at Quatre and sigh.
"Listen...you aren't afraid of me are you? I really didn't mean to scare you or make you not trust me. I wasn't thinking so, I'm sorry...I would never hurt you, you know that right? I mean...I wou-" I'm cut of by the cutest thing that could ever witness ever! He was laughing. And it wasn't quietly either, he was down right hyperventilating. I smile through my shocked state.
"Hey what's so funny?" He stops almost instantly and blushes. "Well it's too late now...spit it out."
"W-well...For someone you just forced someone into talking..." He paused and blushed more.
"Yeah?"
"Y-you sure don't let anyone get a word in..." He looks at me and seems to be waiting to see if I'll be mad. I try to stay serious, but I finally break and start laughing. After he sees this he starts laughing again as well. We sit and laugh for a few moments and then sigh.
"Yeah...well, I do have a talking problem, you will just have to get used to that. I never said you had to talk a lot, but when I ask a question at least grace me with an answer. Kay?"
"Alright..." He smiles and seems to become more comfortable. He at least stop hugging his knee in like a barrier to the outside world. I yawn and begin to get bored. See how hard it is to keep me entertained? It's only the A.M. hours and I'm already bored out of my mind!
"Duo...?" I hear the angelic sound from heaven again and I turn my head to him.
"Yeah?"
"Y-you think that...I might...be able to take a...bath?" He talks like it's some taboo to take a bath. I smile at how cute he is.
"Of course! You don't really have to ask about that! Right this way!" I grab his hand and take him to the bathroom. "Everything you need is in there...soap, shampoo, conditioner. There are towels under the sink. If you need anything else let me know. Um, I'll borrow some more of Heero's clothes for you to wear. I'm sure he won't mind. Do you need anything else?"
"Um...privacy?" I grin and blush a little.
"Sorry about that!" Well at least he's getting brave enough to ask for stuff. I leave him alone to bathe and I go into Heero's closet yet again! This was hard the first time, but t's even harder now! I finally find a T-shirt and some jeans that don't think Heero ever wears. Heero has a lot of clothes that he rarely wears. I get one of my belts just in case the pants are too big. I walk into the bathroom, quietly so that I didn't scare and/or embarrass Quatre. I lay them on the sink and quietly walk back out. I head back to the livingroom and sit down on the couch. I quickly become bored without Quatre to pick on. I wait as patiently as could until Quatre walks out of the bathroom.
I look up and noticed that his hair is even prettier when it's clean. I didn't realize that his hair was dirty and that's what made it almost brown. In actuality his hair is the purest blonde color that I have ever seen. So, to add to the fact that I already think he's cute, he's a perfect blond haired, blue eyed angel! I'm not prepared for this. If he reveals anymore beauty secrets, I'm not going to be able to control myself. I really don't want my dream to come true...well...I want it to come true, but I don't want to pretty much rape and angel. God is already pretty much against me, I don't really need to push my luck. He sat down next to me on the couch. He was still pretty much on the other end of the couch, but he was closer this time. Which maed me smiled because it meant he's starting to trust me more. I was afraid that he would hate me after what I did to him, but it seems as though he understood my motives.
I look over at him and smile. He notice that he was looking at me and he is now looking at the floor blushing. I chuckle quietly and stand up.
"So! What do you want to do. I think we should go somewhere! Do something! We can go out and have lunch. What do you say Quat?" He looks up at me nervously but smiles through it.
"I-I suppose that would be ok..." He's so polite! And it makes him even more cute! Geez am I being punished for something? To gain the company of such a cute yet all at once sexy person, but not allowing myself to touch him? What is that? Anyway, I suppose I should get dressed and go somewhere that will take my mind off of him. I quickly get dressed and we head for the door. Now I don't think I'll realize it now, but the way he nervously clings to my arm just doesn't seem right. Not that I mind, but why is he so nervous about going out? More importantly, still haven't thought of a way to explain him to the others!