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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.
"Other Side of the Horizon" Chapter 13 Trowa stared out the window in his room. It was raining again and he remembered how Quatre loved the rain, would sit and listen to it for hours at a time or merely stand in it and smile slightly with his eyes closed as if it were music. Trowa had come to love the rain as well. He had always taken it for granted until Quatre had explained how little of it there was where he came from and the miracle it could be if one let it. He had been up, thinking all night. He was tired, but he could not sleep, so he sat on his bed and stared out the window, though he saw nothing. The book he had bought sat at the foot of his bed, unread, unopened, save for where Duo had glanced at a few pages, and unneeded. `If I want to know anything, I should ask him myself. This book was obviously written by men. Naive men, if what Duo said was true.' He sighed as he looked out the window. Trowa continued to gaze, unseeing, as he went over his final conclusions in his head again and again. `It's Quatre.' He thought to himself. "...It's Quatre... ...He's still Quatre... ...He's always been Quatre. Nothing has changed that." Thinking for another long moment, he stood, dressing himself in a coat and heading outside. * * * Quatre stared out his window from his place near the corner of his room. He had turned out all the lamps on his walls and the only light in the room was that from the glass. The rain pelted the roof of the house, but he could not seem to care less. `I guess it has been long enough. He would have come to see me by now if he had wanted to. It's been almost a month.' He closed his eyes and hugged his knees to himself a little tighter, resting his head on them. He was sitting, curled on the floor of his room, as close to the far corner as he could be with a view of the window. He was tired and weak from emotional distress and his skin was what he was certain was a freezing temperature as he had been sitting on the floor for hours. He had fed enough the previous night that he did not have to that night and he was feeling a little better physically, but that did not help his heart. He had not slept in days, part of him worried that if he even blinked his eyes, he might miss Trowa, should he come to see him. `Allah, I'm so stupid.' He thought to himself with a small smile. `He's not coming. Why would he?' He opened his eyes and looked about his room. He had put all the paintings away in a rack of his own design that they may dry without flaws and his room seemed empty and colorless because of it. `Trowa...' He thought as he closed his eyes again. He recalled the year he had had with his lover and smiled to himself at all that they had had together. `I will miss you.' He continued to think on all the things that he had shared with Trowa and vice versa and how things could not have been better while they had lasted. The door opened, footsteps entering the room, and he turned his head so his face was hidden in his arms on his knees. "Duo. I'm alright. Go back to sleep." He said quietly. When he got no response but the door closing, he became a little annoyed. "Leave me." Warm arms suddenly wrapped around him and his eyes snapped open wide and he froze as he smelled a familiar scent. "Never again." A deep voice washed over him. He slowly raised his head and looked behind himself to see Trowa holding him and looking down into his eyes. "I'm not leaving again." Trowa tightened his arms about him. Quatre could not help the tears that came to his eyes. "T...Trowa?" `Is this real?' "Oui." Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and turned in Trowa's arms, burying his face in his coat and wrapping his own arms around him. "Trowa." He sobbed silently and felt his lover do the same. "Quatre..." Trowa kissed his hair and Quatre pulled back and kissed him, beginning with his lips but soon doing the same for his cheeks, nose, eyes and brow. "You came back." He cried softly. He still couldn't believe it. It was like a dream, everything with a surreal quality to it, and he held his lover tightly to be certain it wasn't. "Oui. I have... I have been a fool." "As have I." Quatre kissed his lips again
before he pulled back, gazing into his forest-green eyes. "I
am so sorry. I should have told you sooner. It was unfair of me. And
I never should have...bitten you. I realize now that that was not
something that I was allowed to do. I Trowa nodded. "Me, too. But we can't. So let's just say that we won't make the same mistakes again and move on. We need to talk, but it can come later." Quatre nodded and kissed his lover again. Trowa cupped his cheek and broke the kiss. "You're cold again." Quatre noticed for the first time that Trowa was soaked, his hair wet and dripping water. "And you're wet." He released him and stood, retrieving a clean towel from his paint supplies and carrying it towards him. Trowa took off his coat and shirt before doing the same for his pants, his shoes no doubt on the step outside because of the muddy ground. "Trowa?" Quatre was confused. The clothes had been mostly dry due to the coat. `What is he...?' Trowa moved forward, undressing him a little, removing his shirt and slacks, before lifting him and carrying him to the bed, pulling back the blanket and laying them both on the mattress and covering them. He held Quatre tightly and Quatre realized what he was doing and tears came to his eyes at the gesture. "You're still cold." He said and Quatre nodded. He raised his hand with the towel and slowly, gently wiped away the rain from his lover's face and neck before using it on his hair, careful not to tousle the impossible bangs he so loved. Trowa smiled to him as Quatre dried his hair and Quatre kissed him slowly. He was soon very sleepy, Trowa's body heat making him comfortable while his heartbeat lulled him, his very presence putting him at ease, and he sighed as he continued to take the last bit of rain from his lover's hair. He had been stressed for so long that this relief left him falling asleep. Trowa seemed tired as well and he yawned a little as
his head rested on But there was still something Quatre had to know. "Trowa?" "Oui?" "What... What was it that made you decide to come back?" Trowa smiled and ran gentle fingers through Quatre's hair before cupping his cheek tenderly. "I did some serious thinking and I realized that... You're still you. This didn't change that. I just saw things differently and I THOUGHT that it had. It wasn't enough to make me stop loving you." He sighed. "For a while, I was preoccupied with the fact that you kill. But then I realized that that is something you do. It's not who you are. And THAT wasn't enough to make me stop loving you. And then I was angry with you for lying to me. But then I realized that you were only afraid. So, yes, you lied, and it hurt me, but people make mistakes. To err is human." He smirked a little at that. "And that wasn't enough either. That was when I realized that you are still you. You are still the same man who gave me the rose the night we first saw each other. You are the same man that ran away when he thought that I had a `lady friend'." He grinned at that before his _expression became tender. "You are still the same man who laid in the cold all night after we had made love the first time so that I could have the blanket and be warm. After I realized that, I knew that there was no reason for any of this. It was, for lack of a better word, silly. You're the same man who I have loved for a year. It's only that now I know you better. I always knew that you were different, I just never thought that this would be why. And I don't care. I love you, Quatre." Quatre had tears in his eyes by the time Trowa was done talking and he buried his face in Trowa's chest. "But there's still so much you DON'T know. Quatre isn't my real name. It's one I took so long ago, I can barely remember. And what you said once about how I hide behind myself, it's true. I used to be an entirely different person than who I am now and I did such horrible things. There's so much I didn't get to tell you and you have a right to know." Trowa merely embraced him for a moment before speaking softly. "Quatre. Don't be silly." Quatre looked up to him. "Haven't you been listening to me?" Trowa was scowling at him slightly as if he were reprimanding him. "I don't care about who you WERE. I care about who you ARE. And, to me, you are Quatre." "But_" "We'll talk about it tomorrow." Trowa said as his eyes softened and he kissed his hair. "We both have things to tell each other. But they can wait. Right now, we are both tired and we need to get some sleep." Quatre nodded, if a little reluctantly, and tucked his head under Trowa's chin, kissing his collar. "I love you, Trowa." Trowa kissed his hair again. "I love you, too, Quatre. I never stopped." "Laila tiaba, Habib." Quatre murmured softly. He held his lover tightly in his arms and allowed himself to drift, feeling content with the world. * * * ******************
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