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"Secrets"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: All of those who agree that the boys
should belong to me say “Aye!” Pairings: 3x4 Spoilers: Nope. Warnings: Lemon, yaoiness, bit of language, AU,
I wrote it (duh). Rating: NC-17 Betas: Lucy and Velvet Archived: Gundam Wing Diaries Author’s Notes: Driving an hour to and from work is dangerous. It gives the plot bunnies time to play. For people who love a build-up of a 3x4…here you go! Oh, and just so you know, I’m putting a whole new spin on empathy, telepathy and whatnot. *grin* That’s your only hint. /other people’s thoughts/ //Trowa’s or Quatre’s thoughts// <phone> <<mental conversations>>
"Secrets " Chapter One: Unexpected
Trowa’s head snapped up, eyes widening as they settled on a figure just inside the wood’s clearing. He was slender, dressed in casual khaki shorts and a blue t-shirt. A patch of sunlight just caught a fringe of light blond hair, which was hanging in smiling blue eyes. It wasn’t really his presence that so startled Trowa. It was more the fact that he couldn’t hear him. Without waiting for a response, the blond came in further, taking in the full extent of his surroundings. Over the years, Trowa had carved something of a niche in this place. He had taken advantage of a natural cavity in one of the trees, storing blankets and sometimes snacks inside, then covering it with a sturdy tarp to keep weather and animals out. Natural things such as rocks or fallen branches were constantly cleared away to make the area easy to roll around in without worrying about poking something sensitive. “You spend a lot of time here,” the teenager noted. He almost sounded…wistful? “Sorry, I’m just intruding aren’t I?” Without thinking about it, Trowa shook his head. “It’s okay.” He wanted company—craved it, but was denied it for the most part. But this boy, whoever he was, was completely different from other people. And if there was a chance that Trowa could figure out why, then maybe he could break his self-imposed isolation. “Good,” the stranger flashed him a brilliant smile. “I just moved in, so I don’t know anyone and it’s a little lonely. I’m Quatre. I just moved into the old mansion near here.” Trowa recognized the reference. It had stood empty for the past five years or so. He was practically next door, on the ranch just across the pasture. “I’m Trowa. I guess we’re sort of next door neighbors.” “Really? Where do you live?” “The ranch house behind you.” Quatre’s eyes lit in understanding. “Ah. Yes, I know the place. I can see your roof from my bedroom window. You must go to Ricksburg High School, then.” Trowa nodded. It was so odd having a conversation out loud like this. He found it soothing to hear the blond speak. Was this what it was like for everyone else? “Do you know your schedule?” “Yeah, I think so.” Quatre took the semi-invitation as permission to get comfortable, and crossed to where Trowa was sitting. He saw now that on the other side of the lanky teen there was a group of rowdy kittens trying to gnaw Trowa’s hand off. Or perhaps they were trying to chew it into submission? “They’re cute! How old are they?” “A few weeks,” Trowa relaxed as the other person joined him, sitting a few inches away and leaning over his thighs to get a better look at the struggling furballs. “Their mother was about at her wit’s end, so I offered to baby-sit and let her have a break.” If Quatre thought it was odd that a mother cat would let a human boy play baby-sitter, he didn’t show it. He laughed instead, reaching out to play a bit with one of them and getting immediately latched onto. “She probably appreciated that.” After a moment he managed to extract himself again. “Let’s see…I have English first period, History—” “With who?” “Ah, wait it was a funny name…er…” “Belt?” Quatre snapped his fingers. “That’s the one! I have the same person for English too.” “Actually, it’s Mrs. Belt that teaches English,” Trowa corrected softly. “Oh.” Quatre blinked as he absorbed this piece of information. “Husband and wife team? Well, that does make more sense. After History I have Health with Gannit, Computer Graphics, then Swimming with White.” “I have the last three classes with you,” Trowa murmured, mentally comparing that to his own schedule. “Really?!” Quatre perked up, head cocked a little. “Good, now at least I’ll have one friend in the crowd.” Trowa was a bit startled at that announcement. He was already considered a friend? /I…like that idea. I want to be friends with him./ His smile was a bit shy at Quatre, but the blond didn’t seem to notice, for which Trowa was thankful. “I usually walk to school. It’s quieter that way.” Quatre considered that, brows furrowing a bit. He knew generally where everything was, but he hadn’t gotten distances down yet. “How far is it?” “A little under a mile.” “Oh. That isn’t worth driving,” Quatre declared. “Mind some company?” Trowa shook his head, feeling his face draw up a little at the corners of his mouth. It felt odd to smile, since he rarely did so. The mother cat—a sleek grey feline—came back into the clearing and let out a soft mew to greet her favorite two-legs. Trowa twitched his nose at her. “Jasmine, come meet Quatre.” Quatre turned to rub a hand along her head. The cat arched up against the touch, purring loudly. “She’s very affectionate.” He bent down to rub his face against hers, chuckling when she lifted up and returned the gesture, giving him a quick lick against his nose. “Nice to meet you too.” Trowa watched this with a great deal of curiosity. Jasmine and her brood were technically considered wild cats. Not many people could get near them, although if Trowa was nearby then Jasmine would let other people hang around. It seemed his new friend had an affinity for animals as well. The peaceful scene was interrupted by the main theme of Ghostbusters. Quatre grimaced, digging out a cellphone from his pants pocket and flipping it open. “Hello Rashid. Yes, I can still see the house from here.” Quatre’s eyes rolled at whatever the other person said. “That isn’t what you said. You said stay in sight of the house. I can see the tip of the roof from here.” He sighed deeply. “Alright, I’m coming. Bye.” “I usually leave around seven,” Trowa offered as Quatre stood. He was already feeling the loss of the other’s company. “Do you want to meet me at your front gate?” Quatre nodded cheerfully. “That would be perfect. Later, Trowa.” “Later,” Trowa returned quietly. Jasmine curled up on Trowa’s lap as they watched their visitor leave, two of the kittens scrambling up to join her. Trowa absently stroked her behind the ears as he thought everything through. “What do you think, Jasmine?” She started purring and rubbing back against him. “Heh. I liked him too.” + “Hi, Trowa.” Trowa started, turning to look up for the source of the greeting. He still wasn’t used to the fact that Quatre could sneak up on him. Even when he knew that they would share third period together, he still didn’t detect his presence. How was he doing it? The blond had himself so wrapped up that Trowa couldn’t detect him at all. Trowa smiled back and nodded toward the seat next to him. Unlike the usual arrangement of desks, this classroom had tables with four chairs at each table. Trowa had chosen to settle in the back corner at the beginning of the quarter, and no one had chosen to join him, which suited him perfectly. Quatre tossed his backpack on the table like Trowa had done and settled comfortably next to him. “So how much homework have you had in this class?” Trowa shrugged. His friend had chosen to come into school a week into the quarter, so he was undoubtedly playing catch-up in everything. “Not much. The questions after the first chapter are the only real assignment we’ve done.” “Good,” Quatre answered fervently. “How much do you have?” “Too much,” Quatre groused. “Mrs. Belt is a demon…she expect me to read Heart of Darkness tonight and be up to speed tomorrow.” “It’s not that bad,” Trowa assured him. “It only takes about four hours.” Quatre glared at him. Under that indignant expression, Trowa lost control and actually started grinning at him. “I’d never thought I’d say this,” Mr. Gannit arched a bushy eyebrow at the two students in the back, “but Trowa, can you shut up so I can start class?” Trowa arched an eyebrow right back. “Certainly.” Odd, the echo effect he usually had was dampened. He could still clearly hear what his teacher was thinking, however. /Can’t believe Trowa Barton of all people is talking in class. I could have sworn the boy was mute./ Trowa snorted. That thought was repeated in various ways all over the classroom…except from the person right next to him. As usual, he couldn’t hear anything from Quatre. The blond waited until the teacher started calling roll before he whispered, “Do you usually not talk or something?” “I don’t say a word in school unless it’s absolutely necessary,” Trowa replied in the same tone. “…really? Isn’t that hard?” He seemed a little amazed by this fact. “No. They’re used to me being quiet.” “Quatre Winner.” Quatre looked up with a smile. “I’m here.” “Ah, the mystery is solved. You’re new, aren’t you?” Gannit lowered the clipboard to look at him. Quatre nodded, all friendliness and cheerful optimism. “That’s right.” “So how do you know Trowa?” “He lives behind me.” The redhead at the table across from Trowa eyed Quatre doubtfully. Without any effort Trowa eavesdropped on her thoughts. /I’ve lived next to Trowa for years but I’ve never even seen him outside of school. So how did they meet, exactly?/ “I see,” Mr. Gannit finally replied. “Well, let’s get started boys and girls. Today we’re going to study our favorite thing—food groups.” The two teenagers in the back of the class shared wry looks, then grudgingly opened their textbooks to the second chapter. ~*~*~*~ Shigeki: *comes in baring a fistful of straws* Alright
guys, choose a straw. Footnote: The Belts were actually teachers in my Junior High. And Heart of Darkness, by Joseph Conrad doesn’t take four hours to read—unless you’re really fast. So Trowa is Mr. Speedy Gonzalez on reading. FYI.
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