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"Heero the Muse"Written By: Emerald Pillow
Pairings: 3x1x3 Summary: Trowa is a writer in his spare time. Heero hasn't read any of Trowa's works but is curious to do so. Trowa , on the other hand, doesn't particularly want Heero to read what he writes as he has some dark secret lurking in the text of his books. Rating: R Heero the Muse
Chapter 3 The water running was distracting. Trowa looked up from the computer screen. While he had been working on switching from paper to computer, Heero had disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower. It wasn't the first time that he was in the next room while Heero bathed, but it was the first he actually thought about it. A mental image of warm water caressing Heero's muscles flashed before his eyes. It was enough to slightly arouse him. He shifted and attempted to ignore the fact that Heero was naked in the next room, caressing every part of his body that Trowa wanted to. Shaking his head clear of the thoughts, Trowa again tried to focus on his work. That didn't last long as the water stopped and Trowa's attention instinctively pulled from his work. This time, his eyes landed on the mirror across from the bathroom. It was mounted on the wall for the sole purpose of allowing someone a full body view of themselves. Trowa received a full body view of a wet Heero stepping from the shower. The bathroom door was half open, allowing steam to drift from the room. Without thinking, Trowa clutched the front of his jeans. Heero had grown up at lot since he self destructed ten years ago. This was the first glimpse since then that he had seen the Japanese man naked. His manhood harden as he watched Heero dry off, all the while, he thought about how lucky the towel was. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to look away. It wasn't right to peep at his friend like this. Heero surely wouldn't have appreciated. Movement caught the corner of Heero's eyes. He looked to his left to find that he could clearly see Trowa. The Latin was sitting cross legged on the bed. His hands were hidden behind the lap top, but still appeared to be moving. His green eyes were closed, and Heero wondered if he was dazing again. Something told him that his friend wasn't zoning this time. His features weren't relax as they had been yesterday. Instead, they seemed turmoil. Pulling on his jeans, Heero slinked the towel around his neck. He then stepped out of the bathroom, just as Trowa's eyes popped open. They stared at each other a moment. It was then that Trowa realized that he was still holding himself. Releasing the hold, he turned from Heero's gaze, allowing his bangs to veil his now flushed cheeks. Without speaking, Trowa pushed from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Though it appeared natural, Heero sensed that there was a hidden rush to it. He also thought that he had glimpse a blush on his friend's face. One thing was for sure: Trowa had been acting strangely ever since they met at the air port. At first, Heero wanted to believe it was because of the convention. With this being Trowa's first book signing, he expected the Latin to be edgy. Now he wondered if it was more than the conference that was causing it. His thoughts were interrupted by hearing the bathroom door closing completely. He turned to look at the sound, and found himself staring at the mirror. Trowa leaned against the closed door a moment. He didn't want Heero to know about the mirror anglement. Furthermore, he didn't want Heero to see his body either. Unlike his friend, Trowa bared many scars from his life as a soldier. It was one insecurity that had been with him for as long as he could remember. Trowa closed his eyes and remembered the perfect flesh. It was as if Heero hadn't received a single blow during the war; but Trowa knew better. He just didn't understand why Heero didn't scar like others. It was as if he was the son of a god. Trowa smiled at himself as he thought of this. If Heero really was a god, he'd have to be the son of Apollo and Minerva. Heero stared at the lap top sitting on Trowa's bed. The assumed haste had not only left it on, but open to what Trowa had been working on. A strong urge to read the material washed over him. Trowa wouldn't have to know if he read a few pages; but if the Latin ever did find out, then it's possible he would resent Heero for it. Deciding that curiosity wasn't worth as much as friendship, he pushed the lid close and laid on his own bed. Still, his eyes rested on the computer. Pushing from his bed, Heero walked over to the bathroom door and knocked lightly before pushing the door half open. "Trowa?" "Hn?" The Latin was still in the shower. Heero could easily make out his form against the shower curtain. It was then that he noticed the lack of steam; suggesting that either Heero had used all the hot water, or Trowa was taking a cold shower. "Are the files for your first book still in your computer?" Trowa turned from the water at the question. He expected Heero to want to read his work, but he wasn't expecting him to be so determined. "I saved it to a disk. I didn't think I needed it, so I didn't bring it." He wasn't really lying. Even though it was saved in his computer, he did have a back up disk sitting in a drawer at the circus. "Will they be selling any today at your booth?" Trowa bit his lip and stared at the drain. "As far as I know, everyone that will be coming to the signing already has a copy." "What about the ones that don't have a copy, or read it from the library?" "If there are some, I'll have one pulled for you." Heero stared at the shower curtain a moment longer before leaving the room. Somehow, he had the feeling that Trowa didn't want him to read his book.
"OH MY GOD!!!" Heero cringed at the squeal. He couldn't help but turn toward the noise, and was greeted by a flash of light. Heero blinked at the sudden brightness. "Awww! You closed your eyes." The giddy girl from yesterday whined as she lowered her camera. Narrowing his eyes, Heero snatched the camera from her, and spun to leave. If Trowa was going to allow pictures to be taken of him, it was fine, but Heero refused to allow any of himself exist. "Hey! That's mine!" She yelled at him, but was ignored. It was nearly nine. Trowa would start signing at ten. Jamie had told him eight, just to make sure he would arrive on time, and to go over last minute instructions. At this point, they were in a back room talking. That's when Trowa had asked Heero to head out and scout the convention. Finding out all he could, he presently headed back to the room where he had left Trowa and Jamie. He had only stepped through the exit when the giddy girl placed herself in his path. Figuring she wanted her camera, Heero opened it and ripped out the film. He then handed her the shell before walking pass her. Her golden eyes looked at the camera in confusion before turning toward Heero. "Why are you giving me this?" She asked in a calmer tone than Heero was use to hearing from her. Curious to why that was, Heero pivoted to face her. "Wow." She breathed once she got a good look at him. "Got a girlfriend?" Heero stared at her in confusion. What was once eccentric and bubbly, was now calm, and seductive. Heero considered the option of split personality as an explanation, but then noticed that her clothes were different this time. The girl in the convention had been wearing blue jeans and concert shirt. Her waist long black hair had been in a high ponytail. The girl standing before him was wearing a halter top and a mini skirt. Her black hair was flowing loosely around her features. "Oh, I get it. You must be confusing me with my twin, Brittany." She took a single step forward. "I'm Buffy VanCleaveage, and you would be?" Heero didn't respond. With the mystery cleared up, he continued with his original plan of meeting up with Trowa. "I like a challenge." Buffy cooed as she stared at Heero's backside. Choosing to ignore her, he kept walking. He found the Latin where he had left him, however, Jamie seemed to have vanished, and Trowa was talking on loud speaker with someone on the phone. "I'll be fine." Trowa assured as he slumped into a chair. "Maybe this was a little too soon Trowa." A soft, calming voice eluded the receiver. It was a woman's voice that Heero had never heard before. "Lisa, it'll be fine. Besides, if I don't do this now, I'll be running from it forever. Right?" There was a light chuckle on the other line. "Always plunge into danger, don't you? Just be careful. The fans out there could affect you in a different way than mobile suits. Their attacks could seem harmless, but cause a lot more damage." "I'll keep that in mind." "I think you should do as Heero said and try to work out some sort of break for yourself." At hearing his name roll off the strange tongue, he wondered who this woman was. Trowa must have a great deal of trust in her, if he told her about being in the war. "I'll be okay." "Just the same, call me when the conference is over. Or if you need me." She sounded so caring, so concerned. "I'm not sure I can pull from Heero right after. I'll try to give you a call later though." This placed the Japanese man on alert. Was that the real reason that Trowa asked him to check out the convention? So he could talk to this woman without him knowing? It didn't make any sense why Trowa would do that. He never hid anything from Heero before. These and many other thoughts ran through Heero's mind as he listened to Lisa and Trowa share 'good-byes' and Trowa hung up. The Latin then looked up, shocked to find Heero standing in the door way. He hadn't heard his friend approach, let alone allow himself in. He wondered how much Heero had heard, before deciding to act normal. "How's it look?" "It's not what I was expecting." "In a positive or negative way?" "Let's just say, you're going to need a break." Heero stated flatly. He had decided to also act as if he didn't hear anything. "There's about 75 people there now, and still more are lining up." "I can handle it." "Trowa, be cautious." Emeralds raised to search cobalt. "There's no real need to push yourself. You've had a lifetime of people ignoring you. You can't conceive to defeat that in just four hours." Trowa lowered his gaze from his friend. "How do you feel about pictures?" "How many?" "At least half of what's there now." Trowa felt his stomach tighten and he slumped into a nearby chair. He kept his eyes to the carpet, and tried not to think about it, but he couldn't. No doubt, the people in the convection were normal. Some could be touchy-feely, like Brittany. Some over informative, like Bill and Betty. They'll want to talk to him, expect him to smile for their pictures. It wasn't going to be like the circus. There, his fans were at least, twenty feet away. Here, they would more likely than not be twenty inches away. "Trowa." His thoughts were shattered at Heero's voice. He came to realize that his friend was kneeling before him. Both of his strong hands cupped either side of Trowa's face. "It'll be okay." He assured emotionlessly, and Trowa believed him. "You have nearly an hour before you have to face these people. I'll go find the head of arrangements and see if something can be done. You need to relax and prepare yourself." His tone was flat, as if giving a battle strategy rather than trying to console. "Thank you Heero." Trowa slowly reached to place his hand over his friend's, but Heero released his hold and stood to leave. As Trowa stared at his back, he wondered if he had made the right decision. Once he was alone again, he wondered if he should give up his efforts with Lisa, and go back to the way he was. . .cold and alone. . .like Heero. At least that way, he wouldn't feel butterflies in his stomach everytime Heero was around. His body wouldn't react the way it did at Heero's touch. He wouldn't be as nervous as he was about facing people. He had changed a lot since he and Heero had met, and that was all because of Lisa. At this point, he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not, but if something more came of this weekend, then it would definitely be worth it. The more he thought about it, the more determined he became that he had made the right decision. This was the only way now, and if it didn't work. . .then he wasn't sure what to do. It was at this thought that his stomach flopped, and he jumped to his feet to head toward a bathroom. Luck was with him as he made it in time. He dropped to his knees and hovered over the ceramic bowl just in time for last night's dinner's reappearance. He couldn't remember a time he had been so nervous. All at once, he felt shaky inside, and he found himself thinking of Heero. How strength and comfort seem to flow into his own body through Heero's finger tips. He wanted that again, but in a greater volume. He wanted to feel Heero's arms wrapped around him like they were that morning in the bathroom. He closed his eyes and hugged himself, allowing his mind to remember being held by him. . .but it wasn't the same. It wasn't Heero. Releasing himself, he wonder when he had become so weak. It was then that something dripped onto his hand. Startled, he reached up to find that his cheek was wet with tears. He wasn't sure when or why he had started crying, but he knew the tears weren't from throwing up as hard as he had. He wiped them away and attempted to compose himself. All it accomplished was more room for his tears to shed.
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