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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. Notes: Ok, well this scene is all cuteness and fluff. Seriously, it really is. Oooh! And we see just a tiny glimpse into Q-boy's past. All will be explained in full later, but for now, just a litle peek. He has a LONG life story. (grin) I'm very proud of it. It could be a novel in an of itself. I'm rambling again! Ugh!
"Other Side of the Horizon" Chapter 4 Trowa awoke slowly, floating towards consciousness with a smile on his lips. `I hope that wasn't a dream.' He opened his eyes and saw platinum blonde hair that shone a pale gold in the rising sun's light. `I knew it.' He smiled wider and tipped his head back to look down. They were laying on the grass covered ground in the
clearing, the tall grass hiding them from the world, Quatre pressed
tightly against him, his head resting under Trowa's chin and his arm
draped over Trowa's He froze when he felt how cold the blonde was. `He's freezing!!! Merde!' He suddenly realized that Quatre was not in the blanket with him and had probably been lying out in the cold air all night. "Quatre! Quatre!!!" He shook the blonde's shoulders but got no results. `He let me have the blanket so I'd be warm and now he's freezing to death! No!' "QUATRE!!!" At last, Quatre stirred and looked up to him, blinking and then squinting his eyes. "Trowa?" Rubbing at his face briefly, he snuggled against the blanket and then let his head rest back under Trowa's chin. "Quatre, are you alright? You're freezing! Why
aren't you in the blanket?" Trowa demanded as he opened the blanket
and, holding it in both hands, wrapped his arms around the blonde.
He gasped as his body Quatre looked up when he realized what Trowa had done and smiled sweetly. "Trowa, don't worry about me." He tried to get out of the blanket, but Trowa held him tightly. "You're going to get cold if I stay in here with you." He warned. "I'M going to get cold?" Trowa couldn't believe his ears. "You're as cold as ice! Why didn't you stay in the blanket?!" "You were shivering. I don't mind being cold, so
I let you have it. It really isn't such a big deal." He said
with a yawn. "I may feel cold to you, but I don't really mind
it." He rested his head back where it had Trowa couldn't believe that. `People aren't supposed to get this cold.' He thought and pressed his body against Quatre's with a hiss. `God damn.' Quatre moved his head back up and looked at him. "Trowa_" "People should never get this cold." Trowa said sternly. "I'm warming you up and then we are going back to camp and I'm making you some very hot tea." "Mmm." Quatre stretched slightly, a small sound escaping his throat. "I'd love some tea. But I really am fine." He used the stretch as an excuse to get his body away from Trowa's before Trowa pulled him back. "You're not." He held the blonde tightly and refused to let go, even when Quatre tried to pull away. "Let me hold you." Quatre stopped trying to push himself away and remained still. He stroked Trowa's chin and smiled endearingly. "Ok, Stubbly." Trowa smiled at him and realized that he needed a shave. "Yeah, yeah. How come YOU don't look so ridiculous?" Quatre yawned. "I don't have facial hair. Never did. And you don't look ridiculous. It's only a little stubble." He rubbed his palm over it with a grin and Trowa chuckled to himself. Quatre looked down from his chin then and his _expression changed as he stared at something. Silence settled over them and Quatre rubbed the skin at the base of Trowa's neck gently with a finger. Trowa hissed slightly as the skin was sore for some reason but was puzzled as small, pleasant shocks ran through him from it. "Sorry." Quatre apologized and Trowa was puzzled as to why, but he said nothing. Resting his head back against his shoulder, he embraced him. "Are you alright? I mean..." Smiling, Trowa kissed the blonde's ear upon hearing
the concern in the other's voice. `He's worried he hurt me.' "I'm
fine. That was amazing, by the way. Where did you learn that?"
He asked and saw the ear he had "Um. Well. I've, um, done that before. And I've
been to India. There are many things that one can learn about such
things there. That was one of them." His voice was soft and it
was obvious that he was not Trowa grinned. "You mean there's more?" The ear reddened a little more and he chuckled. "You have to teach me." Quatre buried his face in Trowa's neck and nodded slightly against him. Rubbing his back, Trowa kissed his hair and merely lay there, warming Quatre with his body and listening to the birds as they sang in the trees. He also listened to Quatre's quiet breathing and smiled to himself. `I could get used to hearing this every morning.' He recalled what Quatre had called him the night before. "So what does Habib mean, anyway?" Quatre smiled against his neck and Trowa nearly moaned at the sensation. "Habib means Beloved. It's Arabic." He said sweetly. "Habib." Trowa said the word to himself. "Bien-aìmè." He said, the same word, but in French, and smiled as Quatre wrapped his arms around him. Quatre pulled back far enough to look into Trowa's eyes and smiled as he planted a chaste kiss on his lips. "I love you." He said softly and kissed him again. Trowa met him and, even though Quatre's lips were cold, he thought that the kiss was perfect, a meeting of lips that said more than words in any language could. When they broke, Trowa smiled and rubbed Quatre's leg with his own as he tightened his arms around the blonde. He could have let the moment go on forever. However, his stomach had other ideas. He blushed as his stomach informed him that he had not eaten anything for a while and Quatre grinned at him. "You must be hungry." He turned a little and reached for his discarded vest, pulling a watch out of the pocket by its chain. Opening it, he checked the time. "You know it's Eight?" "Merde." Trowa swore. He didn't want to get up. Not yet. But he did have to get back or Katherine would be very worried about him. Quatre seemed to have read his thoughts. "We can go back if you like. I'm warm now." He offered. Trowa shook his head. "Lies. But we do need to get back. I'll make that tea." Quatre smiled and kissed him quickly before leaving the blanket and getting dressed. Trowa could only watch him dress for a moment before
he had to turn his eyes away. If he didn't, they would never leave.
Standing as well, he retrieved his thrown articles of clothing and
dressed himself. By the He was blushing a dark pink and Trowa realized why when he saw that on the top of the pile in the blonde's arm was the bottle of oil. Smiling and taking his burden in one arm as he took Quatre's hand in his other, Trowa led him out of the clearing and back towards camp. * Quatre walked with Trowa back towards where the circus people were hopefully still asleep in their tents. `It's too early, too bright, too cold and too... day-like for me to be up at this hour.' He covered his mouth as he yawned and shook his head to try to clear it. Mornings were when he was supposed to be going to sleep, not just waking up. `This is cruel.' He felt Trowa squeeze his hand and he looked to his side to see the acrobat smiling at him. Smiling back, he decided that it was worth it to be awake at the hour. He also decided that green was quickly becoming his favorite color. The sun did hurt his eyes as they emerged from the tree
line, however, and he had to turn his head down for a moment and put
up a hand to shield his eyes as they adjusted. And the cold... It
didn't bother him personally, but Trowa was shivering slightly and
he felt angry that his body became cold when he did not feed enough.
The cold air had quickly robbed him of what little body heat he had
had and then he had leached heat from Trowa in the blanket, making
the other cold. `I hate that little problem.' He thought as he squeezed
the hand back. `It is going to be hard to explain the fact that I
have no natural thermoregulation His main concern, however, was the fact that he was not in the best state during the morning hours if he was outdoors. He was nearly as disoriented and lethargic during the early light hours as he was when the sun was highest in the sky and he was certain that Trowa could tell that he was just about asleep on his feet. `Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot.' He thought to himself as he walked, paying attention to what he was doing to keep himself from becoming dizzy and making a misstep while at the same time trying to keep his eyes from closing. He felt the small tear in his shirt acutely suddenly and he adjusted it under his vest so it did not feel so awkward. "Je regrette." Trowa's deep voice said to his side. "Que?" He asked as he turned to him. "I tore it when I was trying to take it off you." Trowa answered. "I wasn't as careful as I could have been." Blushing, Quatre waved it off with a bright smile. "It is of no concern. I have plenty of these. And even if I did not, I would be able to afford another one." Trowa's eyes widened. "It's silk, no?" Quatre nodded. "I told you I was well to do." He said simply. "How did that come to be, anyway?" Asked Trowa. "Who exactly were your parents? Or did you acquire the wealth on your own?" Quatre knew he appeared sad as he remembered his family from centuries ago, but he could not keep the look from his eyes, even now. "My father and mother were a king and queen of a small kingdom." He said, using terms that, while not exactly accurate, were the best the language had to offer. "They were kind and good to their people." He continued and crushed his feelings of grief when he remembered their smiling faces. "They had many daughters before I was born and, as only males can inherit the...ah, throne, I suppose one would say, I was to get the kingdom when they died." He sighed. Trowa's voice was stunned. "Are you telling me that I am in love with an Arab Prince?" Quatre blushed deeply and smiled to him, waving his hand in front of himself. "Nothing so fantastic." Trowa's eyes were still wide as he asked his next question. "So, when you came back from your apprenticeship, why didn't you take over? Stay there and become king? I mean, there were still SOME people left in the kingdom, no?" "No." Quatre said in a dull voice as he recalled
the utter devastation that had been his home. He had returned to a
kingdom of the dead. His family and friends had all... "It was
a horrid epidemic." He said. He He recalled the day he had returned. No one was alive, and yet there were no graves. He had found the bodies and buried each with care. Most of them seemed to have died of the same strange marks on the neck, others by a sword or flame. He recalled sobbing to himself over his father's grave, begging forgiveness for leaving, crying himself to sleep. And then, awaking later that night to find a man standing over him. "I'm sorry." Trowa said softly from his side. Quatre shook himself out of his thoughts and looked over to the man. "It was a long time ago." He smiled. "And I'm glad that I came here rather than stayed and rebuilt. It is better here." He squeezed Trowa's hand meaningfully. Trowa shook his head. "It couldn't have been that long ago. How old were you at the time?" Quatre wanted to kick himself for his faux pas. "Um. It was about seven years ago or so." He said as convincingly as he felt he could. "Oh." Trowa frowned and Quatre knew that he knew that something did not add up, but thankfully, he said nothing. "So, then, how old are you now?" Quatre said the most logical thing he could think of as he had already told Trowa he was older than he, but he knew that he could not pass himself off as much older. "Twenty-one." "Oh." Trowa smiled to him. Silence settled over them and Quatre regretted saying
so much. `Wow. Can I kill a mood or what?' He wanted to ask Trowa
more about his own past, but he figured that if the taller man wished
to speak of it, he A particularly bad wave of dizziness hit him and he stumbled with it, trying in vain to regain his balance. `Just what I need.' He thought quickly as he began to fall. `As if I hadn't made ENOUGH of an ass out of myself for one day.' Warm, strong arms caught him and he looked up into Trowa's green eyes. Trowa held him from behind with a concerned look upon his features. "Are you alright?" Quatre blushed as he looked up into those eyes. "Uhh... Yes. I just... tripped." `He will never believe that one. Not in a million_' "Be more careful, no?" Trowa smiled to him.
"When we get to camp, I'll make you some breakfast to go with
that tea. People function better when they've eaten something."
He helped him to stand and then bent to `Kuso.' "Actually, I don't eat breakfast." Quatre said with a forced smile. "Thank you, but I think the tea will be fine." Trowa raised a brow. "You have to be hungry. You've been with me for almost twelve hours and neither of us has eaten anything." Quatre shook his head. "I never eat breakfast." It was the truth, after all. "Thank you for the offer, though." Trowa gave him a bit of a glare, which was met by a sheepish smile, but let the subject drop. They soon came to the camp, which was blessedly desolate, the people still in their tents, and Trowa led him to a log and pushed him to sit down as he went about making some tea. Quatre took the blanket and...other items from him and held them so that his hands were free and the belongings did not have to be placed in the dirt. Trowa smiled to him. "Do you take sugar?" "Yes, please." Quatre said as watched Trowa throw a piece of fire wood onto the red hot coals. "Just a little." Over the fire was a iron rod sitting upon a stand at each end. A large hook hung down from the rod and Trowa put the pot on it quickly, hanging it over the fire by the handle. "It'll be hot soon." He took the bundle from Quatre and placed it on an abused looking table a few meters away from the fire with matches on it. Nodding, Quatre gazed at the fire and did his best not to fall backwards. `You'd think with the gift of being able to be out in the day, I'd be able to STAY AWAKE long enough to enjoy it, but noo...' He saw Trowa sit next to him and he grasped his hand in his. Trowa twined their fingers together and kissed him and Quatre nearly purred at how happy he was. There were times when he felt that he wouldn't be able to breathe until Trowa kissed him and when he did so... When they parted, Quatre opened his eyes and looked past Trowa to see a man emerge from a tent. Scratching himself, the man looked up and saw them. He waved a little before he quietly made his way to another tent. Another man came out of the tent and watched him go. Quatre grinned to himself as he saw them. Looking back briefly, Trowa smiled to him. "Uh, yeah. They make more noise than the elephants." Quatre laughed at that and again nearly purred as he was pulled against Trowa's side. He leaned against him and stroked the hand in his as they fell into silence and watched the fire. Soon, the water was boiling and Trowa rose to make the
tea. Grabbing two of the cups that had been left, he cleaned them
of the alcohol that had been in them with boiling water and then filled
them with a ladle Quatre carefully removed all the tea leaves from the liquid, inspecting it thoroughly before taking a sip. "Merci. It's really good." He smiled. Trowa blew on his. "And hot. That's all I'm worried about. You're still pretty cold." Quatre cupped his mug in both hands to draw a little extra warmth from it. "This will help." He said as he took another sip. * Trowa watched as the blonde gulped the boiling hot tea.
`How can he drink that? It's so hot, my cup is burning my hands. He
doesn't notice cold and he can't tell when things are too hot? Strange.'
"You're a Quatre turned his eyes to his as he took another sip. "How so?" "How NOT so?" Trowa asked. "There are a lot of things about you that are... unusual." He said, choosing his words carefully. Quatre blew a little on his tea as he stared at the fire. It was obvious that he didn't know what to say. Trowa realized that he may have offended him and spoke. "But I'm hopelessly in love with you even so. And, in case you haven't noticed, I don't live the most normal of lives either." As if to prove this, Lione roared at something and all the other animals began making their respective noises, the dogs barking and the monkeys yelling while the elephants trumpeted, in response. The blonde grinned at the perfect timing and Trowa chuckled. "Think it'll work?" Quatre's eyes turned to him. "I'm willing to find out." He raised his cup and Trowa did the same. "To strangeness." Smirking, Trowa clinked his cup with his own. * * * ******************* See? Ahh, the fluffy-ness. I LOVE writing these guys! They can get away with cuteness levels that Heero and Duo just can't touch. And while I am an avid Heero and Duo fan, Quatre and Trowa take the cake in the fluff department, I think. Well, I have so much to do tonight, it's not even funny, so I think I will go get started. Questions or Comments are welcomed if you have any. Ahem. WRITE ME! WRITE ME WRITE ME WRITE ME WRITE ME! Ok, I'm done. ~_~' Hope you liked it. ^_^ V Ja! ~Leia Back to
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