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" Taking it All "Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: angst and lemon (so far) Pairings: 1x3x1, 3+4 Disclaimer: I don't own GW or the characters, though I'd like to. You can try to sue me for messing up their lives royaly, but all you'll get is my cat that looks like Trowa, but named Duo. Author's note: This is probably the first fic that I started posting before finsihing it. . .so it may take a little longer to get everything up than usual. . .but I hope you enjoy it, and hopefully your requests will push me to finish it. . .since I haven't finished one in a loooooooooong time. Kudos
"Taking it All " Baby, if you don't want to be there, you don't have to. The words replayed in his mind as he followed Quatre in the busy street. Trowa's green eyes lifted to his boyfriend. Sensing his distressed thoughts, Quatre slowed and waited for Trowa to catch up. When he did, Quatre slid his arm through Trowa's and closed the gap between their bodies. "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing." "You're being so quite. Is something wrong?" So what's keeping you back? Trowa stared at the pavement as this thought ran through his mind. "No." Obligations have been thrown out the window long before now. Why was he here? "Are you sure?" Trowa stared down at the worried sapphires. He forced a smile to his lips for Quatre's sake. The couple approached a shop, and stopped in for souvenirs. Trowa aimlessly followed Quatre, not really looking, but pretending to do so to avoid any questions from rising out of his lover. He wasn't sure why, but he felt numb inside, as if this was only a dream and soon he would wake up in another place. Why couldn't he stop thinking about Heero, and what the Japanese man said to him? Suddenly, something caught his attention. It was a small Arch de Triumph. At first, Trowa thought it was just a model, but as he attempted to pick it up, he came to realize that it was really a keepsake box. Unlike most boxes, the top didn't just come off, there was a small button, hidden in one of the designs that activated it. Somehow, of everything in the shop, Trowa felt that Heero would like this. "Do you like it?" Quatre's voice cut through Trowa's thoughts. The Latin lifted his eyes from the souvenir to Quatre. The Arab smiled warmly, knowing that his lover had been staring at the item in his hand for a few minutes now. "It's nice." Trowa assured. "Then get it." Sighing, he replaced the item on the shelf. The only reason he had been admiring it was the sole fact that he knew Heero would like it. Getting it for himself would be pointless, since it would mean that he would only give it to his Japanese lover. "I think I'll pass." He stated half heartedly. "Why?" "I was actually thinking that Heero would like it." Quatre attempted not to show disdain from hearing this. After all, he had already picked out something for Duo and Wu Fei. "Don't you think he would like this better?" Quatre asked and held up a small statue sitting to his left. At first, Trowa didn't understand what it was, but then remembered the story of the Hunchback of Norte Dame. The statue was of Quasimodo. "No. . .not really." Quatre laid the statue back on the table. Concern was written on his features, and Trowa wished he could somehow force himself to be happy. "Trowa-" "It's getting late. . .we might want to get going soon." He turned from Quatre's gaze to prevent any further questions from appearing. Figuring that whatever was bothering him shouldn't be public, Quatre quickly paid for his items, and the couple left the shop. They walked in awkward silence, back to the hotel that they had checked in at earlier that day. The doorman welcomed them warmly as he opened the door for them to enter; as did a gentleman at the front desk. Quatre returned each of their greetings with a matching tone that was fake only to Trowa. The Latin didn't even make eye contact with either men, and he found himself dreading what was to come in the hotel room. Once alone, no doubt, Quatre would start questioning. "Are you feeling well Trowa?" Quatre questioned softly. "It's probably shuttle lag." Trowa ventured further into the room and plopped onto the bed. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. Quatre invited himself to straddling Trowa. "Trowa, can I ask you something a little strange?" "Hn?" "Why. . .more appropriately, how, are you and Heero friends?" The question took Trowa by surprise. He stared into Quatre's face, trying to understand what was really being asked. Furthermore, why was the subject of Heero even being brought up? "What do you mean kitten?" Quatre bowed his head enough to allow his bangs to shield his eyes. "What makes you want to spend so much time together?" "He's my best friend." "But why?" Trowa thought about this a moment. He wasn't really sure what Quatre was wanting to hear, so he was a little iffy on boundaries of what to say. "Don't tell me what you think I want to hear Trowa. I want to know the truth." "Because we're the same." Quatre lifted his eyes to meet Trowa's gaze. There was a distant look on the Latin's face, as if he was searching inside himself for the answer to Quatre's question. "Heero knows and understands me in a way that no one else ever could. Sometimes, I feel like he's a mirror image of myself. I guess being with him allows me to accept what I am, while making me feel less like a freak." "So being with me makes you feel like a freak?" "I never said that kitten." Quatre turned from his gaze, but remained on Trowa's lap. "It's just as soon as we go into public, it's as if I have to forget myself and play the role of this perfect partner for you." "You don't have to do that." "I seen what happens when I don't. . . .sometimes I wonder if I even fit anywhere in your world?" "Of course you do. . .right here." As he spoke, he lifted Trowa's hand to his chest and placed it over his heart. With his free hand, he cupped the side of Trowa's face and tenderly brought their eyes to meet. "This is your kingdom Trowa, and you've ruled it in happiness for the pass three years. I'd give up everything before-" "Don't. That's an irresponsible thing to say." "It's how I feel. I love you so much. I don't know what I would do without you." Trowa slipped his arms around Quatre's thin body and pulled him into a hug while resting his cheek against Quatre's chest. This was going to be a lot harder than he had anticipated. Yet, as Quatre kissed the top of his head, and smoothed his hair, he found himself thinking of Heero. Please stop punishing me. Chapter
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