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"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. Warning: Excessive use of the V Word ahead. Extreme further notes at bottom of page. /text/ = momentary flashback.
"Other Side of the Horizon" Chapter 11 Trowa stepped into Quatre's house, looking about for him to see he was not in the living room and closing the door. `He must be in his room.' "Hello." He spun around from the door to see Quatre standing
across the room. He smiled. "I didn't see you there." He
walked over to him and bent to kiss him but Quatre turned his head
to the side, a very serious look in Instantly, Trowa was alarmed. `This isn't like him.' "Quatre?" Quatre shook his head while he looked around the room at anything but Trowa. Upon closer inspection, Trowa noted the trembling that shook Quatre's form, the quick and shallow breathing and the slightly panicked look in his eyes. "Quatre, what's wrong?" He brought up a hand to cup his cheek, but the blonde caught it and held it, turning his eyes to his and gazing into them. "I..." He took a deeper breath. "I..." His eyes again left his to wander around the room, as if he was looking for an escape. Trowa remained silent, trying to encourage him to speak. "I..." He closed his eyes and held Trowa's hand a little tighter. He looked into his eyes. "Trowa... You know I love you, right?" Trowa nodded. "Of course. I've always known. ...What is this about?" Quatre seemed to cringe away a little and Trowa held his hand tighter, keeping him from running away like he had after they had met. "I... I need to tell you some things... About myself... You probably will not like them." Trowa's heart began to race and Quatre seemed to notice, his eyes glancing to his again. `He's going to tell me. Finally.' "Alright. Quatre..." He placed his fingers under his lover's chin and turned his face to him. "It's alright. Tell me." He smiled. "I love you." Tears formed in Quatre's eyes and he shook his head and stepped back, releasing his hand and dropping his gaze to the floor. "I hope you'll still mean that in a moment." He began to shake a little harder and his hands clenched into fists and then relaxed repeatedly at his sides. "I don't know where to begin." He said in a bare whisper Trowa had to strain to hear. Trowa realized that whatever he had to tell him was no light matter and slowly stepped forward, taking his shoulders in his hands and gently pushing him back to the couch, sitting him down and taking the seat next to him. "Alright. Let's just sit for a while. Ok? You can think about it." Quatre nodded nervously, though his eyes remained locked on the floor. Trowa studied him for long moments, trying to understand what was so distressing. He knew that he was panicked, but he didn't know why. `Maybe Duo can calm him down a little.' He thought and opened his mouth to ask where the braided man was but Quatre shook his head. "He and Wufei are out." Trowa scowled slightly. It wasn't the first time Quatre
had done that, but it was by far the most unnerving. He remained silent
and waited for his lover to say something or even look at him for
more than a second Finally, Quatre seemed to have grasped some control over his own emotions and turned to Trowa, a determined but all the same fearful look in his eyes. Taking Trowa's hand as gently as always, he placed it over his heart. "Trowa..." "Yes?" "...You have to promise that you will not leave until I am done talking. I have much to tell you and if you hear only half of it, you will not understand." "I promise." Trowa nodded and waited as Quatre took another breath. "I am... I am..." He closed his eyes and spoke quickly. "I am not a man, per se." Trowa didn't know how to react to that. `Is he insane? Does he think he's a woman? "Quatre... I don't know why you think that, but you are a man. I have seen so myself." Quatre shook his head. "I mean not that I am a woman, Trowa. I mean that I am not, by definition, a man." Trowa shook his head. "I don't understand." "I am not human." He cringed slightly, as if the statement caused him pain when said aloud. "I'm something else." Trowa merely stared at him. Quatre turned sea-blue eyes to him. He pressed Trowa's hand against himself and Trowa suddenly noticed that there was no drum of a heart beneath his palm. His eyes snapped to Quatre's. "Quatre?" Quatre gazed back at him with fearful eyes, but he spoke on, determined to finish what he had begun. "I am what most people call a vampire. I cannot be easily slain, I will not die of natural causes, or age physically. And I need blood to live." Trowa shook his head, his breathing becoming fast. "Is this a joke? Was this Duo's idea?" His eyes serious, Quatre shook his head. "No. I am a vampire, Trowa." Trowa tried to control his breathing to no avail as he stared with wide eyes into Quatre's. "Like Cain?" Quatre nodded. "If that is what you believe. I am familiar with that story. However, Cain became a vampire because he killed out of hatred. It is not so for me." He sighed silently. "I am sorry for this. That I mislead you. But you must understand that I had no choice. Such an indiscretion is risky at best. And I know that this is hard to hear, but it is the truth." It was suddenly very uncomfortable for Trowa's hand to be on Quatre's chest, the contact unbearable, and he pulled it free of the blonde's and tucked it under his other arm, noticing that he was shaking as well. His other hand trembled on his knee. "What are you saying?" He looked up and down Quatre's form. "I have seen you walk_" "In day, yes. And I cast a reflection. And I may look on crosses." He said, finishing Trowa's thoughts as he looked away. "Those are old legends. I can be about in sunlight but it is a fluke. Many of the old legends hold no purchase on any of us." "Us? De qui parlez vous?" Quatre's eyes turned to his and Trowa suddenly realized whom he meant. "...Duo... Wufei..." "Oui." He shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment as the room spun a little. "Why are... Why are you telling me this?" Quatre's gaze fell to the floor. "You have a right to know. I told you that I would tell you someday. And you wanted to know. I couldn't lie to you anymore." Trowa shook his head again. As insane as the entire situation was, he had to admit to himself in a small corner of his mind that everything seemed to make sense with this revelation. `But that doesn't mean I like it.' "Why not?" He demanded. "Did you ever think that perhaps living a lie is easier than... than THIS?" Quatre's eyes turned back to his and he seemed a little shocked. "You would have preferred that I let you live in the dark?" "No! Yes!" Trowa groaned and shook his head as the room spun a little more. "I don't know!" Quatre turned away again and Trowa was suddenly acutely aware of how close he sat to a vampire. "Why me?" He asked and Quatre stared back at him with large eyes. "What?" "Why did you take interest in ME?!" Trowa demanded. "Am I a game to you?!" Quatre's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly. "No! You never were! I do not play at games, Trowa, I never did, and I never would with you." "Then what IS this?!" He demanded. Quatre shook his head again, his eyes wounded. "I... I love you." Trowa stared at him and suddenly realized that he was staring through tears. Quatre's hand moved to take Trowa's that was trembling as it rested on his own knee. The action was meant to be a comforting gesture, but it was more than Trowa could handle at the moment. He quickly pulled his hand away from the blonde's and stood, taking a step back from the couch when Quatre stood as well. "Trowa." Quatre was scowling slightly. "Have I ever done anything that hurt you?" `That's not the issue. What am I to thousands of others if he takes lives?' Trowa glared at him. "Do you kill?" He asked harshly, taking the blonde by surprise again. "What?" "You heard me!, answer the question, Quatre!" He yelled. His patience was wearing thin. Quatre shook his head, only a hint of a scowl on his brow. "It is not the same. YOU think of killing and to you it means hatred, making those that kill evil without exception. For me, killing is not done out of any ill will or malice. It simply is necessary." He defended. "Do you hate the cattle you eat?" He tried to explain. Trowa narrowed his eyes at him. "So people are only cattle to you?!" "Trowa, you twist my words!" He was obviously becoming frustrated, a scowl on his brow, and he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You don't understand." He said softly. Trowa merely stared at him for long moments before his hand flew to his own neck. He suddenly realized what Quatre had been doing all those times that had left his skin sensitive and was horrified. `I didn't give him permission to do that. He had no right.' His hand balled at his side and he acted on impulse. Quatre's eyes opened and he looked to him just in time to catch Trowa's fist. He did not do anything but stop it and he stared at it for a short moment before his wounded eyes looked up into Trowa's. Trowa glared at him through tears that fell to his cheeks. "I was right, Quatre." Quatre's voice was shocked as he spoke in a whisper. "What?" "You are a demon with an angel's face." He said and pulled his hand from Quatre's loose grip. Quatre merely stared at him with stunned eyes, his shoulders trembling slightly. Unable to stay a second longer, Trowa turned and ran across the room, throwing the door open and running out of the house and into the night. `How could he just... Lie to me and then tell me and
think that THIS was alright? I can't BELIEVE this! I hate him! How
could he?!' He ran as fast as he could to town. `I can't go home.
Too many reminders. I * Quatre stared at the open door with wide eyes. `He... He ran...' He began to shake again with an intensity that left him weak. Sinking to his knees and sitting back on his heels, he leaned forward on his hands, trying to regain control over his body and deal with the ice that had replaced the blood in his veins. `He ran.' He thought with anguish and squeezed his eyes closed as tears fell from them to the floor. `He ran from me. This is what I feared the most. He promised he wouldn't run...' "Trowa." He said softly as he cried silently for a moment before he began to sob as his heart rent in two. "Trowa!" * * * Quatre awoke as someone shook him and he opened his eyes to see Duo and Wufei kneeling over him. "Mina..." Looking about the room for a moment, he saw that he was still laying on the rug in the living room where he had apparently cried himself to sleep. He closed his eyes again. "Nani kore..." "We came home and found you passed out on the floor." Wufei said with a snort. "We should be asking you that." Quatre shook his head. "Wacatio." He stood and opened his eyes again. "What time is it?" He glanced to the clock. `Five.' "You guys go to bed if you like. I'll just make some tea for myself before I do the same." "You'd better make some for two, then, because I'm suddenly not very sleepy." Duo said with a scowl and Quatre wanted to fight with him but was simply too emotionally exhausted to do so. "Three." Wufei said with the same _expression and Quatre sighed. "I'll make it." He headed into the kitchen. "Ahem." Quatre turned his eyes back to Duo and blinked tiredly. "Nani?" Duo shook his head and pushed him back onto the couch. "Talk." He knew that something was very wrong. Quatre shook his head. "If I do that, I'll start crying." He said as he gazed at the door as if waiting for it to open and Trowa to come back. Duo nodded and sat by his side. "So you told him. And it didn't go so well?" "Understatement, Shinigami." He said and closed his eyes for a moment. "I think that he hates me." "Oh." Duo fidgeted slightly with the tip of his braid in a nervous fashion. "Is there anything I can do?" Quatre shook his head. "Iye. I just think that, maybe, there is a small chance that, if I let him be, he will think about things and come back." "You're not going after him?" "No. I think that if I did that, I would scare him away for good. I will not chase him. Would you want to be chased by your lover after he just told you that that he is a vampire?" Duo shook his head as he thought about that. "I suppose not. What if he does not come back?" A pained sound escaped his lips as tears formed in his eyes. "Must I think on that? And right now?" "Sadly, I think so." Duo said seriously. "If he wants nothing to do with you after a long enough time, I think that you should take his memories of you and let him live his life as if you had never met. I think you know you should do the same." Quatre shook his head and hid his face in his hands as he cried. "I can't do that. HOW can I DO that?" Duo placed a hand on his shoulder and Quatre leaned forward, burying his face in his friend's shirt as he embraced him and rubbed his back. "I can hardly breathe." He cried. "It's as if he took all the air with him when he left. My blood is like ice and my heart feels like someone tore it to shreds. I feel like a part of me is gone." Duo nodded and held him tightly, rocking back and forth slightly. "What am I going to do, Duo?" He asked as he cried harder. "I was so certain that he would not react this way. I was not prepared for it. I hardly recognized him when he left. He was so cold. I knew he would react at least a little badly, but this is just... Horrible." Duo stroked his hair and held him for a moment before pushing him back and handing him a cup of tea. Quatre accepted it gratefully, noticing that Wufei was perched on the table by the couch with his own tea as well as one for Duo. "Thank you." He cupped it in both hands and took a small sip from it. Duo took his from the Chinese man and they merely sat in silence for a moment before Wufei spoke. "Does he know of us as well?" Quatre nodded. "One need not be a genius to figure that out. I told him I was a vampire and he has never seen you two out during the day. He put two and two together." He took another sip. "Then he is a threat." Wufei said with a low tone. Quatre growled at him. "He is no such threat. I do not believe that he will speak of it to others. He is not the talkative type. Betraying our natures and whereabouts is not in his persona." He glared at the Chinese man, allowing himself to drop the sweet and proper act for a moment. "And if you do anything to him, I will kill you." Wufei blinked, too stunned to say anything back. Quatre let his glare die and sipped his tea again. Duo spoke for the first time in a long time. "What IS in his persona that he will do now?" Quatre closed his eyes. `Probably sitting and reflecting on things. Or drinking. Or both. And I don't like the last of those three possibilities. Those should never be mixed with him.' He worried a little at that. `Oh, Trowa. Please do not do anything you will regret.' * * * Trowa opened his eyes and shook his head with a wince. `Too bright.' He thought as he looked about the street. He was leaned against the wall of a shop and the shopkeeper was shaking him. "You can't stay here. Go home." Trowa nodded, too ill to fight with the man, and stood on uncertain feet. He managed to take a few steady steps and only stumbled slightly as he headed towards his house. He was shivering and his head hurt. `How much did I drink?' He recalled buying a bottle of wine and... something else, but he could not remember what or how and when he had ended up on the street. `Oh, like it matters.' He thought as he clutched at his brow, his headache getting worse. `I'll just go home and sleep it off.' At last, he reached `home' and unlocked his door, entering and heading for the couch. He laid down on it and covered his eyes with an arm. Part of him wished Quatre was there to make him some
more chicken soup and take care of him again and another, larger and
definitely louder part of him argued that that was absurd and he was
better off without a `I can't believe this.' He felt a tear trace a path
down the side of his face to the cushion. `Why couldn't he have told
me this when we first became close? Before Katherine had left? Then,
I would have had a fair choice. Katherine knew that there was something
wrong about him. I knew that there was something wrong about him,
but she knew it was something bad. Oh, Katherine. You tried so hard
to warn me. Why didn't He honestly could not answer the question. `Je ne sais pas. I still... Even now, I still have feelings for him. Does he feel the same?... This is crazy! He lied to me, used me, mislead me so I left Katherine and Lione and everyone I knew, and then dropped this into my lap and thought that everything would be alright! This is so take-it-or-leave-it! I can't forgive that!' He rolled over onto his side and buried his face in
the plush back of the couch. `What should I do? Do I stay here, or
do I sell the house and leave? Do I see him again, or just go? I don't
know. I don't know! `This is all wrong. All of it. And I don't know... I
don't know how to make it right.' He sobbed into the couch. `I need
to think. I need to think for a long time. Maybe I'll know what to
do then.' His body shook `Quatre... Why does this have to be who you are? Did you want to be this? What made you give me that rose the first night? Did you feel the same as I? Are you as fucked up over this as I am? Does your heart bleed the same as mine? What do we do?' He asked no one and tried to think of what Quatre would say to the question. /"We will get through this together. I'll always be here for you."/ He heard him say as he had a year ago. `...But... Is that the answer I want?' He sobbed and curled into a tighter ball, trying to understand his own feelings. * * *
Ridiculously long after-notes: Someone take the keyboard away from me! Ok, before you guys kill me, you should go back and
read Chapter 33 in Shadows and Light. Unless you didn't read that
fic(in which case I'm forced to wonder about your sanity for reading
this far into THIS fic - The Cain thing: I only heard about this a few months
ago. It's amazing what one can learn from Comic Book Guys. I had ordered
a copy of Endless Waltz at the local shop and the dude behind the
counter took Wow, look at THAT rant. ~_~' Sorry if I offended any Stoker or Rice fans. And sorry for the overly lengthy notes. Comments, questions, curses, threats welcomed. Back to
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