Chapter Two - By The Fountain
Rated: T
Warnings: shounen-ai
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.

Summary: Trowa Barton works at the Public Library and is very happy with his new found job. One day at work, he meets a young man named Quatre, and that's where all the 'trouble' starts… AU, Trowa x Quatre.

A/N: Chapter two will give everything a little more detail. Last time, it were Trowa's thoughts we heard, and now it will be Quatre's mind we'll get a look in. Thoughts are, of course, in italics. Enjoy!

Chapter Two - By The Fountain

It was a bright night without any clouds: you could see all the stars very clearly, with a half full moon right in the middle. That white moon was reflected in the eyes of one of the few persons who still worked at 3.30 AM.

Quatre Winner was seated behind his desk, his eyes shooting over a letter from some far away person (this time in the oil business), who wanted to do business with his father's company.

"Don't you people ever learn…" He sighed and put the letter away with the less important stuff. His assistants could write a polite refusal tomorrow.

"Quatre-sama, are you still awake?" The rather large and dark head of Rashid appeared behind the door.

"Yeah, just checking on some things." Quatre smiled tiredly.

"I strongly advise you to go to bed. You've got an interview tomorrow with 'Popular'."

"Oh, I almost forgot! Good of you to say so, Rashid."

"Anytime, Quatre-sama. I'll leave now and don't forget to go to bed!"

Quatre giggled. "You sound like a mother, not like a bodyguard and friend."

"I'm filling in here for a mother, since you never had one and all your sisters are away too," Rashid replied. "Now go to bed!"

"Yes, sir!" Quatre gathered his things and stood up, shutting off his computer. He stared some time at the floor, before looking Rashid in his eyes with a confused expression.

"What is it, Quatre-sama?"

"Rashid, have you ever been so intrigued by a person that you can't stop thinking about them?"

"I assume you mean the cute librarian," Rashid said with a wise expression.

Quatre blushed heavily. "That's not the point!"

"Quatre-sama, it's okay for you to like him."

The blonde man sat down on his chair again and sighed deeply. "I just don't know if I like him! I mean, I like interacting with other people a lot, I don't think that I ever want to be alone, but… I never felt a sort of 'zzzoing' when I looked someone in the eyes."

"Zzzoing?" Rashid raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know how to describe it. I just walked up to him to ask something about a book I wanted to borrow… And he looked me in the eyes and his eyes were… green."

"People's eyes usually have colors."

"Rashid!" Quatre cried out. "It's not funny!"

"Do I look amused?" Rashid smirked.

"Yeah, you do." Quatre stared out of the window without seeing anything and started to tap his fingers on his desk: something he did when he felt nervous or uncertain about something.

"I already said what had to be said: it's okay for you to like him. Being attracted to a member of your own sex is not a crime."

"But I have an image to hold up! I'm a celebrity in town, and there're a lot of people who look up to me. What if I completely ruin my status and the superb example I am to the people?" He shook his head and looked out of the window again.

Rashid tapped his shoulder and stared him deeply in the eyes, before saying: "Don't. Say. Such. Things."

"Eh?" Quatre's eyes went a little big and he stared back at Rashid, completely surprised.

"Before you got this position, back in Arabia… You told me once that you can't stop yourself from liking somebody or falling in love, even if that person isn't really the right one for you. You can't stop the whole process from feeling 'zzzoing' when you see someone. That are the exact words that you said." Rashid stared at the moon, which still shone brightly in the sky.

"But…"

"No 'buts', Quatre-sama. Not this time. If you like the guy, go for him. That's all you need to do, so stop worrying about your so called image." He smirked. "Maybe the people will like you even more when you show them that you're just a normal person who falls in love too."

"You're right, I shouldn't act so different." Quatre looked at his hands, folded in his lap. "Do you know what my Space Heart told me?" He looked out the window again.

"Something else than 'zzzoing'?"

The moonbeams made Quatre's hair lighter than ever and his eyes became blue with silver sparkles in it.

"That he is the one."

0o0

Quatre bit his lip. Going to and actually entering the library was harder than he thought. He had spent a half hour doing nothing but staring at the big building through his window, walking to the door and then back again. I'm going crazy.

The building of the Winner Company was built at the same square as the Public Library, right at the opposite end. He had a perfect view of the main entrance with the big stairs.

"Are you going or not, Mr. Quatre?"

"I was just checking if the library is open already…" Quatre quickly said, a faint blush upon his cheeks. His head assistant, Sarah Munroe, stood in the doorway and grinned knowingly at him, which made him feel absolutely stupid.

"It opens in" - she checked her watch - "a few seconds. Eight o'clock."

Quatre walked to the window again, hands in his pockets and eyes focused on searching for a tall person with brown hair. He found him soon enough. Trowa Barton just walked up the stairs at eight o'clock precisely.

"I'll wait 'till half past eight," Quatre nodded to himself. "Why am I so nervous?"

"Don't know sir, but I'll leave you alone for now." Sarah grinned at him again and left, closing the door silently behind her.

"I can do this. I'm not a nervous schoolgirl who's on her first date!" He slammed his head on his desk and fell down on his chair again, sighing uncontrollably.

0o0

"Uhm, hi!"

The person before him turned around slowly and closed the book he was looking in. Green eyes stared in his blankly at first, but soon, some sort of sparkle seemed to be added to the green.

"Hello." Some sort of faint smile.

"Do you know where I've got to check my book in? I mean, the girl behind the counter isn't there…" Quatre pointed at the place where Emily usually sat and indeed, the chair was empty. He did move his face when he saw me, but was it a smile or not?

"I'll do it for you, then." Trowa moved with grace out of the dark back from the library to the front and checked 'The Gundam Saga' in again.

"Thank you," Quatre exclaimed, with a bright smile on his face.

"Anytime. Would you like to borrow something else?" He tilted his head a little to the right and both of his eyes became visible.

"Uhm, I dunno yet." Quatre ran a hand through his hair again. Was Trowa treating him just like any costumer?

"If you like books like 'The Gundam Saga', then I maybe have some suggestions for you." He walked to the back of the library again and came back with a list. "Some nice SF books."

"Oh, thank you!"

"Excuse me, but do you know where the cooking books are?" A rather chubby woman with blond curls suddenly appeared right next to Trowa and Quatre.

"Yes miss, they're at the left end of the library… Wait, I'll show you."

"I would appreciate that, thank you very much, if you're not too busy with sweet cheeks over here." She frowned her eyebrows and looked at Quatre with despise.

Quatre felt the heat rising to his cheeks and adjusted his eyes from those of the woman. Of course, there were also people in town who thought he was just some sort of scumbag who enjoyed the good reputation of his father. And this person appeared to be one of them. Sweet cheeks… Where do people come up with this stuff?

"Of course I'll show you, miss." Before Trowa walked with the woman to the cookbooks, he turned to Quatre once more. "Wait for me, okay? I'll be right back." His usual monotone voice had something warm hidden in it.

Quatre, still blushing, nodded. "Yeah, of course."

Trowa's lips seemed to quirk up at the corners, but you couldn't really call that a smile. It were his eyes which truly smiled at the blonde man.

0o0

"It was really nice of you to ask me to take lunch with you," Quatre said happily. He was sitting next to Trowa on one of the big steps of the stairs, munching on his lunch.

"There's not much I can offer," Trowa said, "asking you for lunch was the only thing actually…"

"Don't worry, I really like lunching in public places! There're so many different people here at the fountain, it's nice to see all of them so…"

"Happy."

"Yeah, that would be the right word for it." Quatre looked at the pale blue sky. "So… do you live in town all by yourself?"

"Yeah. I do have a sister, Catherine, but she travels around the world with a circus."

Quatre felt something tingly in his chest. "Do you miss her?"

"Sometimes." Trowa's eyes were fixed on the blue sky too.

"It never feels good to be separated from your family for a long time."

"Do you have brothers and sisters?"

Quatre felt lost for some seconds. The other man had looked him so intensely in his eyes, that he had the feeling that he only saw green for a moment. "29 sisters. No brothers."

"That's a lot."

"Certainly is."

There was a silence, but it was a comfortable one. Both men were thinking about their family, while staring at the sky and the other people on the square. Quatre's feeling of nervousness was gone; he only felt a mixed feeling of comfort, warmth and safety, while sitting next to Trowa. It was a relief to lunch with him and pretend like he didn't know how many papers were waiting at work for him to sign. He really couldn't explain why, but Trowa felt like an old friend, someone he could trust completely.

It was half past one.

"Isn't your break over?"

"… Yes."

"Well, shouldn't you go inside then and…" Quatre was shut up by Trowa's sudden interruption.

"No. Just want to stay here…"

"Ah." Quatre looked sideways at his new found 'friend'. His gaze was still on the white clouds in the sky, his head tilted up a little bit.

"… With you." He moved his eyes to Quatre and there was some form of smile on his face, again.

"With me?" Quatre literally gaped. Did he just say that? Wow, he's really nice…

"Yeah." This time, there was a real smile and he slowly placed his hand over Quatre's. "With you."

Quatre gave in and smiled back at Trowa. "Then I'll stay." He turned his hand and softly squeezed Trowa's.

They sat like that for about ten minutes, saying nothing, doing nothing, just sitting and enjoying each other's company in the warmth of the sun. Actually, both of them were kind of lonely. Quatre was at the top in his work, but he didn't have much friends to share things with. Trowa's only sister was out of country and most people thought that he was arrogant at first sight because he didn't talk too much. But now…

Quatre shot a quick glance at Trowa, searching for something in those emerald green orbs. Definitely 'zzzoing'. He chuckled softly at himself. Rashid was right.

"…?"

"I just thought about something," Quatre smiled warmly. "Actually, the thing that I see when I look in your eyes…"

"…?" Trowa quirked one of his eyebrows just slightly.

Quatre blushed a bit. "Well, don't you have some sort of feeling when you look me in my eyes?" he sputtered.

Trowa immediately inched closer, his nose almost touching Quatre's. "Hn. I see you."

"Is that good?"

"Yeah, think so." He suddenly let go of Quatre's hand and stood up. "I should go back to work."

"Yeah." Quatre stood up too. "Thanks for lunch! I really enjoyed it, you know."

"… Me too."

Quatre smiled brightly again, not knowing how to say goodbye to Trowa. A kiss? On his cheek? Wasn't that too…

"We'll see each other again, right?" Trowa briefly touched Quatre's jaw line and cheek with the back of his hand and Quatre almost closed his eyes when he felt that slender hand that tickled his nerves all the way down to his spine.

"Yeah. I'll be right there"- he pointed at the Winner Company building - "and you'll be right here. So…"

"If we want to see each other…"

"… we'll just go stand by the fountain…"

"… and then we'll know right away when we want to see each other." Trowa started to walk up the stairs. "… Bye, then."

"Yeah. Goodbye." Quatre smiled one last time for walking in the direction of the Winner building, not looking back at the tall figure of the brown haired man.

End of Chapter Two

A/N: And we're at the end of chapter two already. I have to say, I had some trouble writing the conversation between Trowa and Quatre on the stairs. Trowa always seems a little criptic to me, at the rare moments that he actually talks. Well, anyway: I did the best I could. And sorry for Quatre babbling about Trowa's eyes, I just couldn't resist.
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