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" Something to Talk About"Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Language; Lemon; Lime; Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, or Weiss
Kruez. I'm only having a little fun here. You can try to sue me, but
all I have worth taking is my cat that's named Duo, but looks like
Trowa. Rating: NC 17 Notes: Cross over with Weiss Kruez
Something to Talk About Part 3
Trowa slumped onto the window seat and stared at the rainy night. The apartment was quiet. . .a little too quiet. There once was a time when he welcomed such stillness. . .now it was only increasing his depression. Though he hated the empty feeling evolving inside him, he felt that it was necessary. For that reason alone, he continued to sit among the silence. He rested his temple against the cool window sill and stared aimlessly into the night sky. All he could think about was Omi. He relived every moment from the time that they met until their talk earlier that day. He picked out his noticeable mistakes and thought of how he could have handled it. . .how he should have handled it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the relationship was forced. He could recall times when he was unsure about what Omi had truly felt in certain situations. . .such as moving in together. . .though it was Omi's ideal. His thoughts were interrupted as he felt something brush against his ankle. He looked down to find a small black and white kitten that had been named Freesias. Leaning over, he picked up the kitten and began to pet the short fur. It was rare to see Freesia out and about. Since she had been living in the apartment for only a week, she still spent most of the time hiding behind and under furniture. When she did finally come out of hiding, she was normally frisky and timid. It wasn't often that she allowed herself to be picked up or held. Now she was in an unusually lovable mood. For the first time, he could hear her purring as she rubbed against the hand that was petting her. At the same time, she nipped at Trowa's other hand for neglecting her. In an attempt to cease his hand from being a chew toy, he pulled it from her view. However, the cat wasn't as foolish as he thought, for she chased after the fleeing hand. When she finally caught it, she pinned it to Trowa's knee and began licking it. The licking turned to rubbing and finally resorted back to biting. He began to pet her with both hands, figuring that would be the only way to please her. Unfortunately, Freesia didn't like the ideal as she tried to bite him every time the left hand came close to her. "I just can't win with you." Trowa spoke softly to the kitten as she pinned his hand again. This time, she laid on it to prevent it from moving. Even the kitten reminded Trowa of Omi. . .for the feline was a gift from the blonde. Suddenly a knocking at the door frighten the kitten and she ran from Trowa's lap, causing her little claws to dig into the flesh of his hand during the escape. A second after the kitten hit the ground, she ran under a nearby chair. Sighing, Trowa pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the door. Not even bothering to look to see who it was, he opened it. Surprise was with him as he was greeted by a familiar cheesy smile. "Hey Tro, how ya doin'?" "What do you want Duo?" "I came to see if you changed your mind about going out tonight." "No." With that, Trowa attempted to close the door, but Duo managed to slip his foot in before hand. "Wait. . .wait. . .don't say 'no' just yet." He pushed the door open and allowed himself into the apartment. "Duo, I'd like to be alone for a while." "I have a feeling you're going to be alone for a long while." The American spun around as he realized what he said. "I didn't mean it like that." Trowa closed his apartment door so that Freesia wouldn't run out and glared at the guest. "Duo. . ." "Well, if you don't want to go to a club, then let's do something together." "I don't want to do anything with you. I want to be alone." "Why? So you can mope around? Tro, you have to get back in the game. Don't waste your time grieving for that twerp. There's plenty of other fish in the sea." As he spoke, his violet eyes searched the room thoroughly. "First off, Omi is not a twerp. Secondly, people quit fishing when they're out of bait. I don't have any left. What are you looking for?" "Don't you have a cat somewhere?" Duo dropped to his knees and started looking under the couch. "Why?" "Maybe you should get rid of it." "What?" "Didn't Omi give it to you." "And?" "And, the first step to getting over him is to get rid of the things that remind you of him." Trowa shook his head in amusement as he witnessed Freesia sneaking into the bedroom while Duo continued to search under the rest of the furniture in the living room. "I'm not getting rid of Freesia." "Freesia?" The braided boy stood up on his knees. "You named a cat Freesia? Man, no wonder it's hiding. I would too if I had that name." "What would you have liked me to name it. . .Duo?" "That's stupid. What idiot would name their cat Duo? Besides, your cat is too much of a scaredy cat to be named after the god of death." That said, he stood and patted off his jeans. "Any ways, about going out." "I told you that I'm not going anywhere." "I could hook you up. I met this really interesting guy named Dee the other day. . ." "Duo, I said no." "Why not?" "Don't you have someone else you can bug?" "Just answer me why and I'll leave." "Because I don't want to get over Omi." "What if he's already gotten over you?" For the first time in the conversation, Duo's tone held a seriousness that frighten Trowa. He hadn't thought of that possibility. . .then again, it's not even been 24 hours since he left. How could anyone bounce back that quickly?. . .unless. . .Trowa shook the thought from his mind. He refused to make assumption. "You said that I only had to answer why, so now you can go." They stared at each other a moment before Duo started shuffling toward the door. Just as Trowa started to open it, the serious violets turned to emerald. "Tro, I know that I'm not as close to you as Heero is. . .and in truth, acquaintance is probably the best term for our relationship, but I don't want to see you get hurt. Don't hurt yourself." With that, the braided boy left. Trowa closed the door and leaned against it a moment as he thought about what Duo had said.
"Yoji, I thought we agreed not to act like this at work?" "Well, we're not at work. . .we're at the back room of work, where no one will see us." As he spoke, his kisses trailed along the smaller man's neck. Omi closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being in the familiar embrace. "I need to make a delivery." "I'll give you a ride. . .then, while you're taking your lunch break, I'll give you another." As this was said, the strong arms crushed the two bodies together, making the erection known. Slowly, Omi opened his eyes to find Aya staring at them. The serious look in the violet eyes pulled the men apart. "What's wrong?" Omi asked in concern. Aya stepped further into the room and closed the door behind them. "I promised Heero that I would talk to you." "About what?" Yoji asked, somehow already knowing the answer. "Trowa." "Aya. . ." Yoji rolled his eyes in disgust. "You should tell him the truth Omi. He still thinks that there's a chance that the two of you can work this out." "I'll talk to him." Omi assured. "Do you want me to go with you?" "No. It will probably be better if you didn't. I'll go after work." "Omi?" Trowa's eyes held a hint of surprise at the fact that the blonde man was standing in the hall. He side stepped and allowed him inside. The hunter hesitated only a second before accepting the invitation. There was a awkward silence between the two as Omi stepped into the living room. The Latin sat on the couch, and Omi took a spot on the opposite side. "Look. . ." "Don't." He whispered softly, and looked down at the cushions. "I want you to stop Trowa." "Stop what?" The blonde looked up at him with stern eyes. "It's over. There's no chance of us getting back together." Trowa stared at Omi a moment, trying to determine if what was said was true or not. "I don't want to drag you along any further with false hope." "What if I. . .?" "I'm in love with Yoji." Ever since Aya talked with him earlier that day, Omi had went through his mind a million times of how to break this news. Though in his last rehearsal on his way up the stairs to the apartment was in a nicer manner, it came out blunt and a little more frigid than he wanted. Shock consumed him as he noticed tears welling in Trowa's eyes. Before he could fully understand this, the Latin turned from him and stood. As usual, he was only given a view of Trowa's back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen like this." "How long?" Trowa managed when he felt he could trust his voice. He swallowed his tears and forced himself to replace his stone wall. He wouldn't give Omi the pleasure of seeing him cry. That's what the blonde wanted, and he refused to give that to him. "How long has this been going on?" Trowa asked again and turned to glare at the ex. The glare wasn't of anger, but masked hurt. If it was directed to Heero, the Japanese man would have noticed it. . .however, Omi didn't know him well enough to call the difference and thus took it as anger alone. "Three weeks." "Three weeks?" "I'm sorry Trowa. . .but you drove me there. Everytime I turned to you for emotional support, you didn't give it to me. Yoji did." "What kind of emotional support did he give you that I didn't? Everytime you were hurting, I was there for you Omi. I wiped your tears, and held you. I sat up with you at all hours of the night talking with you. What did he do that I didn't?" "He held me without any other reason than to just hold me. He kisses me without sexual intentions. I understand that it's hard for you to do those simple tasks. With you, there always had to be a reason to touch me in any way. I often felt that you didn't care. . ." "And instead of telling me this, you let him. . ." Trowa turned from the guest. "I shouldn't of had to tell you that. You should have known." "But you expect me to tell you everything. . . .Just leave." He wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to keep control of his tears. "Trowa. . ." "You said it's over; so it's over. I won't bother you anymore. . .now go." Omi stood in silence and headed for the door; with Trowa watching him from the corner of his eye. Once the door was closed, Trowa fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands. His body trembled violently with his silent sobs as all the pain and anguish that was building inside him was released into a single loud scream. He punched the floor as hard as he could before grabbing
the closest thing to him. The remote was thrown against the wall and
shattered on the floor soon after. The rage didn't stop there. Whatever
fell into his path was destroyed in some manner; scaring Freesia to
the point that she took refuge in the bathroom under the bathtub. Chapter
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