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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 "
Chapter 4 Quatre looked down at his watch. It was one thirty. The meeting should have started fifteen minutes ago, but she was late. A waiter approached the blonde, ready again, to take his order. If he didn't eat now, he'd end up not having anything for lunch. Though it was rude to start before her arrival, he placed his request, then added the same dish she got every time they met. Hopefully, she would arrive before the meal.
Quatre's eyes ran the room, remembering every table that he and Trowa ever sat at during their dinners together. The meals were always excellent; atmosphere tranquil; and spending the evening here never failed to get Trowa in the mood. His lips curved at the memories. Nothing has made him more happy than spending the last three years with Trowa. He would gladly give up everything, even his family's wealth, if he had to choose. "Sorry I'm late." A woman spoke in an apologetic tone. Quatre looked up at the slim frame of the raven-haired woman as the host helped her into her chair. Normally, Quatre would have stood at her approach, but he had been engrossed in his memories of Trowa. "Yes. I took the liberty to order your usual. Since I've not too much time, I suggest you get on with your report." Nodding, she reached into her shoulder bag and pulled a manila folder. She then reached for her water glass and took a deep drink before beginning. "In all honesty, I don't know why you're dragging this on. I haven't been able to uncover anything since you've hired me." "Is that the sort of attitude your outrageous price provides? A sense of failure just because a job is a tad bit tough?" As he spoke, he accepted her folder. "Six months is a long time. If your suspicions were correct, a mistake would have been made long before now, and I would have been all over it." "That's where you are mistaken Jade. Slip-ups aren't their style, and in all actuality, you really have no ideal who you're dealing with. Though you are the best in your field, perhaps I should have gotten someone more on their level." As these words spilled from his lips, his blue eyes ran the contents of the folder. They were pictures. . . .pictures of Trowa and Heero. Though the two men were seemingly harmless in the photo, the sight of the Japanese man walking so close to his lover, disgusted Quatre. In the six months, Jade hadn't been able to produce hard-core evidence against Trowa and Heero's alleged affair; or so it seemed. Quatre knew his lover was slipping from him. He could feel it every time he looked into the emerald eyes. Though anyone else would miss it, the guilt was silently screaming at him. He didn't know what to do to, or how to act. Heero was the reason for that. He's been out to ruin Quatre for quiet some time now. The only difference was that now, he knew where to strike. "Maybe you're being a little self cautious?" "Or maybe he knows you're following them." "Please. I never get caught." "Have you ever followed an assassin?" Jade's eyes widen a little in surprise. Assassin? Which one was suppose to be an assassin? They both seem harmless enough. "Heero was trained his whole life . . .He's probably well aware of you're trailing them. That's why you can't uncover anything." Quatre closed the file and laid it on the table. "For this reason, I give you your final pay and release you from our contract." This said, he reached into his pocket and pulled a white envelope. He laid it on the table and slid it toward her. She accepted graciously before the waiter appeared and placed their plates on the table. "Please, do not take this personally. I believe strongly in your skills. If I did not, then, I wouldn't have hired you in the first place. You are merely out of your league with these two." "Ugh, I just love how you can politely insult people Quatre." Quatre didn't respond as he began enjoying his meal. "Maybe you're overworked, or stressed out. That could cause paranoia." "You don't know him the way I do Jade. I know something is going on. I just can't believe that he would do it with Heero, of all people." Jade studied his features thoroughly. "If he's cheating on you, then maybe you should just let him go." Quatre stopped his actions and his blue eyes lifted to the woman across from him. "I'm not sure what he's doing to you, but you are changing, and I'm not so sure it's for the best." "I'm happy Jade. For the first time in my life, I'm truly happy, and I don't want to let this go." "Have you tried talking to him? Most guys tend to break down when they learn that their significant other is suspecting them of cheating." "What am I suppose to do? Just causally ask him over dinner if he's been sleeping with his best friend? I want him to tell me on his own. I want him to trust me enough to tell me." "And this is behavior to consider being trusting toward?" Jade asked softly and held up the folder. "Quatre, you're my brother, and I love you to death, but I can't stand seeing you like this. You were always a kind, straight forward person. You never had to do something like this before. . .maybe Trowa's just not good for you. He was just a fling or-" "A fling? We've been together for three years. I hardly consider that a 'fling'. Jade, I love him. I don't want to throw away everything we have just because of whatever stupid reason he has for turning to someone like Heero." "Maybe his reasons aren't so stupid." "What?" "You love him, that's true, but does he have those same feelings for you?" "Jade-" "You know well that I've been against him since you introduced him at Christmas. I'm just saying that maybe he's not as deeply committed as you are to him." Quatre bowed his head to hide his tears from his sister. He never thought of it like that. He understood that Trowa was having a hard time trying to live like a normal person, but that didn't mean he couldn't love Quatre. "You never know, maybe he's been doing this the whole time, and only-" "No." Quatre whispered, but didn't look up. He already knew what she was going to say. . .the same thing that all of his sisters had told him. . .that Trowa was only in the relationship for the money. It made sense to them. Why else would a circus performer give up the big top to settle down? Being the richest man in the universe gave plenty of reasons. "He doesn't care about the money." "Quatre-" "He doesn't. For as long as we've been together, he hasn't asked me for anything. He doesn't abuse the fact that my money is at his disposal. All he wanted was to be with me." "Then why is he fooling around?" He couldn't hold his tears any longer, as they spilled down his cheeks. Without a word, he pushed from the chair and headed for the men's room. He didn't know how to answer her question. There were only two reasons he could think of: either Trowa was feeling neglected; or Quatre wasn't satisfying him. Either way, it was his fault, not Trowa's. The Arab closed the door behind him and dashed into a stall. Locking the door, he leaned against the wall and slid to a sitting position. He craddled his knees to his chest and buried his tear stained face within them. Why did this happen? He honestly wanted to believe that it was paranoia that was making him feel this way, but he couldn't. Trowa's heart wasn't the same. Something within it changed, and he wasn't sure why. . .he could only feel that it had. "Trowa, what did I do wrong?" ~ * ~ Chapter
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