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Trowa: Sunflowers, Kisses, & Forget-me-nots

Every morning, when she walked to school from her apartment, she'd have to cross over a short, concrete bridge that towered above a wide river. Occasionally, she'd stop at the middle of the bridge and stare at the school of fish that swam in zigzags; then she'd be on her way again. On this particular morning, she stopped to see a man who was balanced on the railing, both his hands tucked into his front pockets as he calmly walked along with no hint of fear from the possibility of falling off.

She examined him from behind. He was tall; perhaps two heads taller than she was, she assumed. He looked as if he were in his late twenties based on his back profile. From the back, his haircut looked very old fashioned; something her dad would probably do to his own hair. He wore a green high-collared sweater, but it failed to conceal his long neck.

Her lips parted slightly as she studied the nape of his neck. His hair was shorn in a straight line just an inch below his ears. She heaved silently and shook her head hastily to rid herself from inappropriate thoughts. Her thoughts suddenly flashed to a replaying scene of him slipping and falling off the side of the bridge. Her eyes flickered in alarm and she shuddered, half-whispering half-crying out to him. "Watch out!"

The man turned about trying to locate the source of the voice he had just heard. His eyes were set on a petite woman with long blonde hair that skimmed just below her knees. It was pulled back into a loose ponytail with star shaped clips pinned at the side of her head.

Usagi froze, slightly taken aback. She had expected to see a middle-aged man, based on his back appearance and his choice of clothing, but he was, in fact, the opposite. His facial features were very uncommon for people nowadays. His face was long and triangular and his bangs were swept to the side, covering most of his left eye. His hair was relatively short, for the most part; except for his bangs, which were a few inches longer than the rest of his hair. She found it captivating and it intrigued her as to why he would have his hair worn that way.

With his hands still snug in his pockets, he hopped off the railing and onto solid ground, reassuring her with a simple nod. "It's fine. I'm a professional." He stated in a suave voice.

Usagi mentally scoffed at him, though she wouldn't have done so if he had indeed been a middle-aged man. "Professional? How so?" her curiosity compelled her to ask. Was he a magician? Was he trained to perform such tricks? Was he a liar? All these questions surfaced in her head, and one more suddenly came to her. Was he a-

"I'm a circus clown."

Clown? Yep, she was right after all.

Usagi immediately singled out the word 'circus' "Is it a traveling circus? Has it come here this year? Where is it exactly? When will it leave?" She had only been to the circus…never. This was why she began spurting out many questions. She wanted to go at least once before she died.

"Yes, it is indeed a traveling circus. We arrived just a few hours ago and we will be leaving around this time next month. It is stationed inside the city's stadium. Would you like to come to the first show?" he offered with no signs of enthusiasm. Usagi nodded in response reaching into her purse. "And the cost for admission is…?" she glanced up at him for an answer.

He merely shook his head. "At the entrance, tell the ticket master that you are a friend of Trowa Barton's and that I have personally invited you as a guest. He will then call someone to lead you to the VIP section." He paused briefly and leaned forward, lowering his head slightly. "May I know your name, miss?" he asked, in a polite, but low voice.

"Usagi Tsukino. I assume your name is Trowa?"

He leaned back into his old position and nodded. Usagi smacked her lips nervously as she realized how much time she had wasted and politely waved goodbye. "Then I'll see you there, Trowa. I've got to leave now. I don't want to be late for my first class." Then she bowed as a gesture of respect and thanks and walked ahead before she turned around again and opened her mouth. "What time-"

"The doors open at eight tonight. The show will begin at eight-thirty." he called out over his shoulder as he began walking on the railing again. Usagi muttered a 'thanks' and quickened her pace

She took a quick glance at her wall clock and grumbled. "Oh God, 7:18." She murmured in a panicked tone. She reached inside her closet, hoping to pull out a decent outfit for the circus. It was a black and white polka-dotted dress that ended at the middle of her thighs. "Will he like polka-dots?" she suddenly questioned herself and immediately responded. "Nah." And just like her stripped dress, her zebra-print blouse, her beige trench coat, and multiple tube tops, she tossed the dotted dress aside.

She eyed the wall clock again and heaved out in frustration. "Oh great, it's already 7:47." She unconsciously clawed at her bed. She forced herself off her bed and approached her closet once more, and pushed the remaining clothes from one side to the other until she caught a glimpse of pretty yellow dress with sunflower patterns trailing from the skirt.

"Yes. This will do." She said, quickly and pulled it over her slender frame. She glanced at the mirror and turned about, looking at herself from different angles. She was more than satisfied; but was puzzled as to how she had gotten this dress and even more puzzling, why did she keep it at the back of her closet and never used it until today.

But she shrugged it off. Maybe she bought it back when she was. Now that she finally lost most of her baby fat, she was able to fit into it. Filled to the brim with excitement, she slung her bag over her shoulder and headed out.

The ticket master was large and very intimidating. He eyed her suspiciously when she had no ticket to present to him and she smacked her lips nervously. "T-Trowa Barton is a friend of mine and has personally invited me here." She mumbled with her head lowered, though her voice was still audible.

"Your name." he demanded, calmly.

"Usagi Tsukino…"

Before she knew it, she was being led by a skinny man who looked sick and frail. She then found herself sitting at the first row. The first row seats were different from the other rows. They were individual seats instead of benches and they were cushioned with soft pillows. First time at the circus, and I'm already being treated like a queen, she thought to herself as she sat comfortably in her chair.

The lights grew dim and a spot light lit up the center stage. Various stunts were performed. Usagi was extremely skittish about the woman who juggled a few knives. She even juggled while walking across a tight rope, which disturbed her immensely, but was impressed none the less.

She was breathless when a young girl had come onto the stage, dangling twenty feet in the air from a rope that was tied around her right ankle. She began spinning and waved her arms and free leg gracefully. It was as if she were watching a ballerina that was flipped upside-down.

Other performances blew her mind away, but she still wondered when it was Trowa's turn. It was as if the angels read her mind, because Trowa suddenly appeared, clad in a ridiculous looking clown outfit and a mask that covered only half of his face. He stared down at the crowd before jumping from a tightrope that was so elevated that no one noticed it until now. Jumping off, he spun himself and flipped twice, before landing on the back of a male lion.

Usagi felt a shock of cold travel throughout her body. Did lions like to eat bunnies? She asked herself as a joke, though that didn't help her at all. She was still petrified and at the same time, completely astounded.

Then she noticed that the lion was charging in her direction. She pressed herself firmly against her seat and held her breath while clenching her eyes shut. Then she heard whispers and women cooing in adoration from all around her. She peeked through one eye and saw a sunflower in front of her face.

Completely taken aback, she opened both her eyes widely and looked up at the clown who still stood atop the lion's back. "I thought this would match your star shaped clips." He stated in a voice that any girl would melt at the sound of. She gladly accepted his thoughtful gift and smiled, tiny dimples met the corners of her lips like little commas.

Trowa returned to the center of the stage and performed various tricks with the lion. Usagi finally concluded that he must be a good person if he was able to earn the trust of a lion.

After the show, Usagi was told by one of the staff members to stay for a little while longer. At first, she was reluctant, but she spotted Trowa approaching her with regular clothes on; his jack was zipped up to the middle of his chest, so she could see a glimpse of how muscular he was.

"I hope you enjoyed the show." His eyes softened. They were beautiful green eyes. She had always loved blue; but at that moment, she envied him. Blue was such a cold color. Green was warmer, friendlier. You could run around on green. Blue was impossible. You can't run on water, after all.

Usagi smiled and took in the scent of the sunflower before responding. "I loved it."

When walking to school every morning, she would spot him walking on the railing of the bridge. On certain occasions, he'd be walking on his hands and she'd greet him with a friendly, "What a show off." And he would completely disregard what he was doing and shift his entire attention over to her. He was definitely a good person.

On one particular day, they had almost kissed when he jumped off the railing and landed on the ground next to her. He leaned in too far and his lips were a mere two centimeters apart from hers. Usagi flushed into different shades of red while Trowa remained the same, regardless of his embarrassment. Then, unexpectedly, he requested that she would not fall in love with him.

Usagi could only think to herself that it was far too late.

"Can you tell me what's so special about this day?" Trowa asked her just as she approached him on her way to school one morning. Usagi simply shrugged, a puzzled look formed on her face as she began listing reasons. "Is it your birthday? Is it the lion's birthday? Is it my birthday? No, it isn't…" Then she pursed her lips together and crossed her arms.

Trowa shook his head and softly laughed at her failed attempts at guessing. "I shall see you tonight, correct?"

Usagi nodded with an "uh-huh." And she hugged him before leaving for school once again.

The performances were the same, but it still blew her away just as it had done the first time. Her favorite was the upturned ballerina, but Trowa was next to that. She awaited excitedly for Trowa to appear, and when he did, her heart pounded. Strangely, she became fond of the lion that had once scared her stiff.

Then she noticed something strange. The lion began charging at her again and her heart begun racing. Sunflowers again? She wondered. Then she closed her eyes and waited for the crowd to begin cooing in adoration. When she the cooing began, she opened her eyes and saw a bouquet of forget-me-nots. She absolutely loved those flowers; they were her favorite.

After the show, he led her to the bridge that she crossed over every morning. He tilted his head towards her and stared at her eyes. Her expression was that of a child; ignorant and blissful. Finally, he spoke. "You still don't know?"

Usagi arched a brow and pursed her lips. "Don't know what?" but he only gazed at her with pain stricken eyes, as if she had struck a bad chord in his chest. Her attention shifted from his left eye to his right. She was jealous; they were so beautiful.

Then she balanced on the tips of her toes in order for her lips to meet his. Shocked, Trowa's eyes widened until she pulled away. "What was that for?" he questioned, expecting the answer he was hoping for. Usagi smiled, tiny dimples curled at the corners of her lips. "I thought my lips would match your lips." She answered, discreetly.

His expression softened, but the pain remained. Then he leaned forward to give her another kiss. He then proceeded to hug her. Perhaps it'd be better if he not told her. He hadn't seen her cry yet, and he wanted to keep it like that.

The next morning, Usagi couldn't wait to get to the bridge, but to her surprise, he was nowhere to be found. She assumed that he must be busy and didn't have the time to meet with her.

Seeing her second boyfriend in her fiance's office tugged at her heart. Goodness, his eyes were just so green and beautiful. Even after all these years, she was still jealous. His hair style was still the same, excluding the fact that his hair was a few shades lighter and that his bangs surpassed his chin.

Trowa looked at her with a pained expression. Did she hate him for abruptly leaving her without saying anything?

She walked home from the circus, upset and feeling like a complete idiot. "Is that why he told me not to fall in love with him?" then she let out another muffled sob. During her time with Trowa, she had completely forgotten that he, along with the circus had to leave in one month.

Can you tell me what's so special about this day? his question remained etched into her heart. It was their last day together; that's why it was special.

When she got home, her eyes wandered to the table in the middle of her living room. A vase of forget-me-nots propped at the center. She smiled, tears rolling down her face as tiny dimples formed at the corners of her lips like little commas.

"I won't forget."

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