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"Enough"Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Yaoi; Language Discalimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or it's characters, I'm just having a little fun with them. You can try to sue me, but all I have worth taking is my cat named Duo, but looks like Trowa. Rating: R Pairings: 4x3 Enough
As my eyes landed on him, the first thing that ran through my mind was how beautiful he was. He was wearing the white suit that I love to see him in. It always made him look like an angel. . .but looks were deceiving. I tore my gaze from him and continued with my work. I couldn't pay attention to him now. I had a mission. I moved along the vas room slowly, making sure to keep on the opposite side of the room as him. Everytime he looked my way, I would raise my tray of champagne glasses to cover my profile. I even pulled my bangs back into a ponytail. I've been told that when I do that, I look like a whole different person. I wasn't ready for him to see me just yet. As I offered a couple of ladies drinks, they smiled, accepted, and allowed their eyes to wander my body. A lot of the guest found me attractive. I even made a tip from a guy before he started hitting on me. I acted innocent, but remembered his face; he could help me out later. After the ladies took their drinks, I continued on, stopping long enough to make sure no one was watching, and stuck a small device on the inside brim of a large potted plant. It was the last of eight that I had placed around the room. They were all hidden from the untrained eye. I glanced over at Quatre. He was talking with the two girls that I just served, and I'll be damned if he wasn't flirting with them. Little bastard. Doesn't matter. The first part of my plan was completed and he seemed oblivious to my being there. Just as well. The little prick deserves what's coming. With the devices placed, I began to easily slip out of the room. No one noticed me leaving. . .well, almost no one. The guy that hit on me the first time literally bumped into me. He turned around to apologize, and I accepted quickly. I couldn't waste time talking to him. There was only an hour left. If I was going to do this right, I needed that full hour. "Look. . .um. . .I might be coming on a little strong here. . ." He sounded nervous. I didn't have time for this. I had to put the second part into action. . .now. "Sir, if you let me get back to work, I'll give you a blow job after the party." Not that I actually would. This guy was old enough to be my grandfather. He was speechless from my comment. Rather it was shock or a silent agreement didn't matter. I took advantage of that and walked pass him. I had a mission to complete. I slipped out the back door and headed toward the parking lot. A tuxedo was waiting in the trunk of my car. After retrieving it, I slid into the back seat of the car and changed. Once in suit, I relieved my bangs of the rubber band and quickly fixed my hair the way I always do. With one last glance in the rear view mirror, I climbed out and headed back to the party. There were fifty minutes left. Since I didn't have a invitation or a date to the party, I had to sneak in; it posed no problems. What was hard for me was to not approach Quatre right away. That would be going against the plans. "Well, you're a new face." A female's voice drifted from behind me. I turned around and brought forth a fake smile. "This is my first fund raiser." "Who did you come with?" "Quatre." "Winner?" She seemed surprised at the statement. "Are you an employee of Quatre's?" "Not really." This only confused her more. "Family?" I shook my head. "I'm his boyfriend." I stated causally. "Oh, a friend." She smiled warmly and I was glad to bring that smile to an end. "Not a friend. A boyfriend. We're seeing each other." I kept a straight face, though I wanted to start laughing at the expression on her face. Clearly, she never expected that Quatre was like that. . .then again, this whole room was filled with people that didn't expect it. Seeing her reaction of disgust and uncertainty made me feel good about what I was doing. . .especially since this was one of the girls that he had been flirting with earlier. "Are you all right?" "Yes. Well, why didn't you come together?" "I guess he must have forgot to tell me. Social affairs always seem to slip his mind until an hour before they start." I chuckled lightly as if it was a joke. In fact, the whole reason behind this was a joke, and I scorned myself for not doing it sooner. "He must have left while I was sleeping after sex. He's such an animal." So I exaggerated. In truth, one shot and he was out like a light. I'm always stuck hand jiving afterwards. "He's so considerate that he probably didn't want to wake me." A little lying never hurt anyone. . .besides, I wouldn't want to fully expose him. . .yet. "What did you say your name was again?" "I never said, but it's Trowa; Trowa Barton." "Well, it was nice to meet you Trowa." She sounded uncertain about that comment. She was probably thinking that I was some loony bin that escaped from a ward close by. "Nice to meet you too." I smiled to myself as I watched her leave. Eventually, if I keep talking to people like this, it'll get back to Quatre that I was here. That's what I want. I want him to approach me. My plan would flop if he didn't. I continued in that manner. I talked with anyone and everyone that I came in contact with inside ten minutes. I was nestled in a small crowd of five people. Our conversation started out about the fund raiser, then the people at the party. When Quatre's name came up, I started relating true embarrassing moments of my lover, and calling him cute pet names that I never called him before. . .names like 'sugar bear' and 'bunny love'. I couldn't wait to see Quatre's reaction. The entire time that I was speaking with these people, I kept my eye on him. Even after ten minutes, he still hadn't noticed my presence. This was taking too long. I had to conjure up something more efficient. As I pondered this, I noticed that Quatre was heading toward the first girl that I talked with. Maybe I'll just wait and see what will happen. "So how did you and Quatre meet?" A guy to my left asked quickly. His name was Peter Brown. Though I never met him, I knew him to be a columnist for a local paper. . .unfortunate for Quatre, the paper he worked for was a tabloid. "I'm so surprised that sugar bear never told anyone about me." I tried to sound upset and depressed at the same time. "Tell me truthfully, is there anything wrong with me? Am I an embarrassing person?" Damn, it took a lot to act like this. . .but the reaction I got clearly stated that I was gaining their pity. "No, there's nothing wrong with you?" Peter assured. "Why doesn't Quatre ever bring you with him?" That was the question I was looking for. The person to ask was the same old man that I promised a blow job to. . .he was also the vice president of Quatre's company. At the question, I forced fake tears to my eyes. I had been practicing for this scene for weeks. "I don't know why Stan. He never takes me anywhere with him. I think he's ashamed of me." Stan stepped closer to me and placed his arm around my shoulders. He then began rubbing my upper arm in comfort. "All I ever wanted was to just spend time with him. Sometimes I feel like he just keeps me as a love slave." This sparked Peter's interest. It was true though. Everything I just said was how I really felt. Though Quatre often told me that it wasn't true, it's how he treated me. "Excuse me gentlemen." Quatre's voice parted the crowd and our eyes met for the first time all evening. He wasn't happy to see me. It was perhaps the first time since we've been together that he wasn't happy to see me. There was a glare in his beautiful blue eyes that upset me and made me feel guilty at the same time. . .but I wouldn't back down. "May I speak with you a moment. . .in private?" He asked softly, directing the question straight toward me. Not waiting for an answer, he turned and headed away from the group. I appeared to look frighten as I followed him at a slower pace. We left the main room and sought solitude in the rest room. He quickly locked the doors, then checked all the stalls to see if anyone else was in there. While he did this, I pushed a button that rested under a petal of the red rose attached to my tux. After checking the last stall, he spun around to face me. I've never seen him angry before. . .he was even more sexy while hating me. I shook the thoughts from my mind. His looks weren't going to weaken me again. "What are you doing here?" He hissed as he closed the large gap between us. "I just wanted to spend the evening with you Quatre. Is that so wrong?" I kept my act of being the neglected lover going. "Trowa, I told you that as soon as this fund raiser was over, we would go do something." "Why didn't you just let me come with you?" "I didn't think you would appreciate the crowd. Do you have any ideal how many people showed up tonight?" "One hundred and fifty. Numbers doesn't mean anything, I would have come to stand by your side. Do I embarrass you? Is that what it is?" "No." "Are you ashamed to be with me?" "It's not that Trowa. . ." "Then why? Don't use that excuse about the large crowds." He was silent a moment, as if trying to decide how to answer. "You are ashamed of me. You're afraid that I'll tarnish the Winner name. That's why you were flirting with those girls tonight. You want everyone to think you're available." Real tears were welling in my eyes this time. It hurt. It hurt like hell. Mainly because he was the first person in a long time that I cared for so deeply. . .he was the first person I thought care for me. . . .but I was wrong. If his image meant more to him than I did, he couldn't really care about me. I turned from him, not really wanting him to see how close I was to breaking down. "I love you. I love you more than life itself." "But not more than your public persona." He was quite. I guess I couldn't really expect him to jump out and say 'no, that's not true. Let me prove it by having you stay the rest of the evening.' It wouldn't happen. I was tired of this. I was sick of hiding our relationship. "You told me that you were different Quatre. You told me that I wasn't just a toy for you to play with. . .but it was lies. . .and I was foolish enough to believe them. . .but not any more." I removed my flower from my tux and handed it to him, before heading for the door. He looked down, and instantly recognized it as a microphone. His blue eyes lifted up at me. "You taped the whole thing?" He sounded hurt, and it bothered me. . .but I wouldn't show it. "Are you planning to blackmail me now?" He asked, with anger returning to his voice. "No Quatre. Blackmail is beneath me." I looked back at him in the corner of my eyes. "I just merely exposed you. . .good bye Quatre." With that, I unlocked the door and walked into the room of eyes of strangers. All of them were staring at me. They had heard the entire conversation. The eight speakers that I placed earlier while posing as a waiter provided that. My mission was accomplished. I kept my head high as I walked through them. Was it a childish thing to do? Probably. Did it hurt to know that I destroyed the one thing that seemed to mean everything in the world to Quatre? Yes. Do I regret doing it? No. Why? Because he destroyed the one thing that meant everything in the world to me. . .my return to humanity. Chapter |
