"The Other Side of the Horizon "

Written By: Stone Angel

 

Disclaimer: Oh, please. Do you honestly think I'm making money offthis? If I was, I'd be writing a whole lot more and it wouldn't takegetting drunk to do it. I don't own the characters or the show, if Idid, it would be SOOO different. Screw the war, let's see how we canget Heero and Duo in a locked room after taking away their clothes.(wolfish grin) I just like to make the creators cry with the way Iwrite their characters. ^____^ Mission accomplished. hehehe

Rating: NC-17 for GRAPHIC lemon.

Warnings: Hmmm... Well, actually not much. Nothing bad, anyway. I mean, as far as things go, this fic is really fluffy and light. There's Lemon(the most detailed stuff I've written yet) and a little blood but not really enough to count. Oh, some angst but not enough to make it too sad. Generally, this fic is pretty easy to swallow.

Pairings: Quatre and Trowa. (My first 3X4 fic! Yay!)

Spoilers: None really. AU and all.

Authors Notes: THIS FIC IS A PREQUAL TO "SHADOWS AND LIGHT". It is only about Quatre's and Trowa's relationship and how they came to be together in Shadows. If you don't have a clue of what I am talking, maybe you should skip this or go read Shadows first

"Other Side of the Horizon"

CHAPTER 1:

Trowa awoke the next day feeling more rested than he had in months. Ever since the war had begun, he had been tense. However, over the course of the previous night, he had had many WONDERFUL dreams, all of which featured the attractive blonde from the show, and all of which left him feeling giddy and light, but above all, anxious. `I hope I see him again.' Trowa had always been attracted to men. He had never really
found a girl attractive before, which was unfortunate for he had many girls throw themselves at him, but he could never do anything with them. He merely didn't feel for them that way.

Looking over to the rose that was wilting slowly by his cot, he smiled to himself as he caressed the pedals delicately with the tips of his fingers. "This MUST be from him. I think he is not interested in women either.' He thought as he recalled the entranced look in the other man's eyes. `I NEED to see him again. Soon. I wonder what he's doing.'

*

Quatre lowered his book and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. He was unable to sleep as every few minutes he would dream of wild hair and forest green eyes and... other things, and, frankly, he
was getting frustrated.

What was it about Trowa that called to him so? It made no sense. Yes, he was beautiful, but Quatre had seen hundreds of beautiful men and none had moved him the way Trowa did.

Groaning in frustration, he set his book down and thought about his feelings for the youth. He felt... Lost and found. And cold and warm. He felt lost at the moment but he felt found since he had looked into those stunning green eyes. He was cold, sitting alone in his room, but he he felt warm, just thinking of Trowa.

Looking at the clock against the wall, he groaned again and stood from his bed. `I want to see him now. Even though it's day. Actually, it would be better if if I left now, that way Duo won't scare him away by
coming along.'

Checking his reflection, he walked out the door as the clock struck Five.

* * *

"So what do you think I should do?" Trowa asked.

Lione's eyes bored into his before the animal yawned, showing impressive teeth.

Trowa smiled slightly to the lion and offered his hand when the beast was done yawning. "You couldn't care less, no?" He said as the animal put his nose in Trowa's palm. "I want to see him again, but I don't know how to find him. The show is moving in three days and I'm going with it most likely. I could stay, but how will I live without a place? Or I could go, but I'd never see him again." Sighing, he let his hand fall, taking it from the animal's muzzle and leaned his back against the bars.

Lione stretched and licked his paws of the last traces of meat Trowa had come to feed him.

"Or, maybe I should get off my ass and go look for him right now?" Trowa asked as he stared at the bars across from where he leaned against the gate to the cage.

Lione stopped preening and gazed at him.

"Yeah. I think I should, too." Trowa pet his friend's mane softly before standing, if hunched over for the cage was not very tall, and stretching his long legs. As he turned, he saw Katherine, his only human friend, standing a few meters away from the cage and smiling.

"You think you should do what?"

Opening the gate and stepping out, Trowa stood straight and shook his head. "Nothing."

They were more siblings than anything else, they were so close, but there were still some things that he didn't talk to her about. His preference for men was one of those things.

"Really." Katherine stepped forward once he was out of the cage. "Why do you sit in there so often? You know how I worry."

"And YOU know that Lione wouldn't hurt me anymore than one of the feather girls." Trowa said calmly.

"Je sais." She said as she looked over to the lion for long moments.

"Kathy?"

Her eyes snapped back to his and she obviously realized that she had been staring for a long time. "Oh. Um, I was going to go to the market to buy things for tonight's dinner. Would you like to come with me?"

Trowa smiled. "Oui. I need a walk."

Smiling as well, she took him by the hand and led him away from the animal cages.

* * *

Quatre smelled the rose he selected from the florist's cart. Smiling, he paid the man who's eyes lit up at the number of coins, and moved on to look at the other things the people of the market were selling. The rose was nearly identical to the one he had bought the night before and smelled just as sweetly. `He seemed to like roses.' He stopped to watch a few performers and dropped a few coins into their jar when the boy
came around with it, asking for francs.

`I forget how alive people are during the day. It's so rare that I'm ever out while the sun still shines. It is nice to see.' He thought to himself as he continued walking. While it was true that he would not die from the rays of the sun, Quatre still did not go outdoors during the day very often for, while he could not be hurt, he did find that everything was...harsh. Night was such a soft time, while day was too bright and cruel to all the things it touched, making his eyes hurt and ruining almost all beauty that came to things so freely once the sun
had set. Yes, there were a few things that he loved about day, like shadows and how they contrasted against things lit by the sun, or sun rises or sun sets, but such things were few in number and rarely worth the headache he would get later behind his eyes. In addition, he was naturally tired during light hours, as his nature was still that of a night creature. He found that he was exhausted when the sun was highest in the sky and was merely lethargic the rest of the light hours.

But he had to see Trowa and, as he had not been able to sleep anyway... `I think I'll head to the tents. There's nothing else here I need.' He turned to walk from the strip of a market towards where the circus was
to the East and stopped mid step, his breath catching in his throat, as his eyes landed on something that even the harsh light of day could not rob of his beauty.

His hair shone a rich brown. His skin was tanned slightly and seemed to glow with life as he absorbed the rays of the sun. And his eyes... Green eyes were even more vivid in the light as they gazed into Quatre's from beneath impossible hair.

Trowa stood many meters away, but no small detail escaped Quatre's attention.

He looked... Stunning. There was no better word for it. He wore tight blue pants and a dark green shirt that showed off his muscles without baring them and the simple, yet perfect ensemble was finished off by a pair of brown boots. He stood as if posing for a painter, looking absolutely perfect, tall, strong and confident. His stance was contraposto and Quatre was reminded of Michaelangelo's David. One hand was tucked into a pocket casually and the other arm was out to his side slightly as if he was holding something but a group of people kept hidden what that something was. His eyes roamed over Quatre's form, much as Quatre's had over his, and he seemed pleased with him.

Quatre knew that he should do something other than stare, but he found it impossible to tear his eyes away from the man.

*

Trowa could not tear his eyes away from the blonde no matter how he tried.

The sea colored eyes shone in the light as if they were small oceans in and of themselves, absolutely dazzling to see. The other boy's blonde hair that had been beautiful the night before was now radiant, shimmering in the light like pale gold. His skin was fare, a contrast to his own, and looked to be velvet soft. His face was sweet and he seemed to be one of those people who were naturally gentle by nature. He looked like an angel.

He wore a long sleeved shirt with a vest over it and somewhat lose fitting slacks. His stance was that of mid step and it was obvious that he had halted completely when he had seen Trowa.

In his left hand, he held a rose just like the one Trowa had found on his tent the night prior and his heart soared as he knew for certain that it had been this one who had left it for him. He suddenly wished he had kept it with him.

*

Quatre remembered to breathe suddenly and was just about to smile to the other man when the crowd to Trowa's side departed and revealed that Trowa held a girl's hand in his.

The girl was Trowa's age and... Damn, she was pretty. Her hair was a darker brown than Trowa's and curled attractively around her face. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue and her smile was very sweet as she gave a coin to a young war orphan. He recognized her as the knife-thrower in the circus.

Quatre kicked himself for reading too much into things. Trowa had just been caught by his eyes at the circus and that was why he couldn't look away from him. He had just been entranced. As was the case now, no
doubt. And when he found the rose on his tent and looked about, he must have assumed it from this girl, obviously his lover. Kuso, how could he be so stupid? `I have to leave.'

A man walked between him and Trowa and Quatre took the opportunity, sprinting away faster than human eyes could follow.

*

Suddenly the blonde's eyes flickered to Trowa's side and widened.

Looking to his side, he realized that he still held Katherine's hand. `Oh, no.' He looked back up to the blonde's eyes to see that they seemed a little sad and a small frown had set upon his beautiful features as he gazed at Kathy.

It was easy for Trowa to discern his train of thought. He assumed that Trowa and Kathy were lovers.

A man walked between them and he lost sight of the blonde for a moment and took a step forward, holding out a hand in a gesture for the other to stay but as soon as the man had passed, the blonde was gone.

Looking about, Trowa saw him nowhere. He had simply vanished. `Merde!' He released Kathy's hand and ran to where the blonde had been standing just a second before and looked around.

He was gone.

"Trowa!" Kathy caught up to him and looked into his eyes and Trowa looked about wildly for the other boy. "What's wrong?"

Looking back to his `sister's' eyes, Trowa shook his head and calmed himself outwardly, though inwardly he was wounded. `How could he just run away like that? He couldn't have talked to me first?' "Um.
Nothing."

Kathy nodded sadly, knowing that he was not intending on talking with her about this. "Come on, let's go get some meat for Lione's dinner, alright?"

Nodding silently, Trowa followed her to a further part of the market, frowning as he fell deep in thought. `Why couldn't he stay?'

*

Quatre ran as fast as he could to his house, tears falling from his eyes. He reached the door and fell to his hands and knees, breathing hard and closing his eyes against the tears. `I can't believe how stupid I can be sometimes. Kuso. Kuso!' He swore under his breath as he stayed there, on all fours on the concrete step outside his house. After a moment, he opened his eyes to look down and saw that in one of his hands that were fists on the cement, he still held the rose.

Its thorns bit into his palm.

Sitting back with his legs before him, Quatre brought the hand close to his face and opened it. The wounds healed instantly and the rose fell from his fingers and rolled away with a breeze to fall off the step and into the earth to its side.

`Oh well. I suppose it's just as well. My affections may have pushed him away, anyway. Or even killed him. At least I realized this before making a COMPLETE fool of myself. And at least this was quick so it wasn't too painful.' He stood and walked into the house, trying to make himself believe that last thought.

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