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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. /text/ = telepathy.
"Other Side of the Horizon" Chapter 7 //~~~~~// Something gently nudged his ribs and Quatre rolled over onto his back to look up and see a man standing over him. "Who are you?" He asked, his voice hoarse in his own ears, his hand reaching feebly for his sword. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to live anymore and he was trying to protect himself. Allah, how confusing. The man standing over him leaned down and placed a cup in his hand. "Drink this. You are parched." Smelling the cup, Quatre threw back his head as he drank the water quickly. When he was done, he looked back to the man who was now crouched beside him. He was tall and strong looking with pale skin and long, wavy, blonde-ish brown hair and amber eyes. "I am here to help you, Little One." He said in Arabic, his voice heavy with accent. "I don't deserve your help." Quatre said and lay back against his father's grave. "Find someone who does." "Come now. Surely you don't want to die here?" "Naam. I do." Quatre said and closed his eyes. "Then why did you drink the water?" Groaning, Quatre rolled onto his side and covered his head with an arm. "Maalish. Go away." He said angrily as tears fell from his eyes. Strong hands lifted him into a sitting position and he threw a weak punch at the man, which was caught with ease. The man held his fist in his and did not let go. "Release me at once!" Quatre demanded and became enraged when the man shook his head. "Why is it you want so badly for death?" "Take a look around!" Quatre exclaimed. "These graves house all those for which I cared! What have I to live for now?!" He demanded as tears fell from his eyes. "Revenge." The man said simply and Quatre's eyes widened. "...Re... Revenge..." He said softly. Anger
swelled in him suddenly, taking the place of his grief and he wanted
blood on his hands. He wanted to find those who had killed his people
and make them pay. He "I can help you." The man said seriously. "I can help you take revenge for your loved ones' spilled blood. But it is at high price. The choice is yours." Quatre stared into the eyes of the man who held him. "I've already paid with everything I had. What higher price is there than this?" He asked rhetorically as he gestured to the dozens and dozens of fresh graves. "I want it. I want to avenge their deaths." The man smiled, showing gleaming white teeth and Quatre gasped as he caught sight of the twin fangs. //~~~~~// Quatre jerked awake slightly, only a small movement as he assessed his situation. He was in bed and there was a warm body against him, a heartbeat next to his ear. Looking up, he smiled as he met eyes with his lover who was watching him, smiling just a little, his head in a hand and his elbow propped against the bed. He rubbed at his hair slightly, getting the feeling that it was mussed. "Have you been watching me sleep?" "Oui." "And for how long?" "Not very." Trowa replied and stroked Quatre's hair out of his eyes. "You talk in your sleep." He said with a smile. Quatre nodded as he yawned, covering his mouth politely as he did. "So I've been told." He laid his head back on the mattress, closing his eyes, and wrapped his arms around Trowa. "You aren't going to ask what you were saying?" Trowa's voice seemed curious. "No. I usually think in Arabic. I'm assuming that
I talk in my sleep in Arabic, too, and, seeing that you do not speak
Arabic, there would be no point to my asking. No?" He smiled
as Trowa "hmph"ed, telling him he "What were you dreaming about?" "Don't remember." He lied. "Nor do I care. I have more important things to think about right now." He said and kissed Trowa's clavicle gently as he rubbed his leg with his own. Trowa chuckled and stretched against him. "Are your friends going to give us any trouble? For me spending the night?" Quatre scoffed. "Hardly. They're asleep." Trowa seemed puzzled by this. "It's Ten." "Yes, well, they stay up all night." He said reasonably. "They sleep during this part of the day." He yawned, covering his mouth. "And I usually do as well." "Oh." Trowa seemed to store that information away, silent for a moment before speaking. "The view from this window is amazing." His voice held an excited smile. "Are those your horses in the pasture?" Quatre nodded. "The white one is mine. The silver
one is Wufei's and the black one is Duo's." He did his best to
suppress the next yawn he felt coming and failed miserably. "We
never really take them into town "They're beautiful. I haven't ridden a horse in... I don't even know how long." Trowa said wistfully. Quatre grinned. "I'll take you for a ride later. You can use Wufei's horse. Duo's can be... Temperamental when he isn't around to calm him." He smiled as Trowa's stomach growled quietly. "AFTER I take you out for breakfast." He kissed him chastely before pulling back and standing from the bed, dressing himself in a fresh ensemble. "I don't mind staying here." Trowa offered as he ran his eyes up and down Quatre's body and Quatre blushed and shook his head. "There's no food here." Trowa raised a brow. "No food? None? Not even bread?" Quatre glanced to him as he continued to dress himself. "Well, Duo has this habit of eating everything that I bring into the house." He lied again. He was getting rather good at it, he thought. "Duo? The thin one?" "Yes, that's him." He said and shook his head. "It has gotten to the point where I let him fend for himself. I don't buy food and bring it back. We all eat on our own when we can. Hence there being no food in the house." He slipped on his shoes and turned to Trowa who was still lying naked on his bed. His lover's form was stretched over the length of his bed, resting on a pool of red blankets, his head in one hand, his other arm draped over his hip. His hair hung over a small part of his face as attractively as always and his eyes were calm, contented with something, a relaxed smirk without the smirk. The window let in what light penetrated the heavy clouds outside and he was framed on one side in gray. Quatre suddenly wished for canvas and paint to appear before him as he gazed at the living work of art, committing it to memory. `What a sight.' He grinned appreciatively at his lover. "As much as I like you like this..." He walked to Trowa and kissed him. "I think that the towns people would all agree that you are underdressed to go to breakfast." He said against his lips. Trowa smirked and kissed him slowly. After a moment, Quatre pulled back with a shaky breath and stood up. If they continued to do that, they would never leave his room. "Come on, Trowa." He gently tugged on one of his hands. "We can do more of this later." Trowa grinned to him and stood up as well. "Oui. Now you have TWO tricks to teach me." Quatre blushed as he remembered what OTHER trick he had done with Trowa and Trowa chuckled. "Later." Trowa said and kissed him gently. When he pulled away, he licked his lips and then began to dress himself hastily. Quatre blushed as he thought about what his lover had just asked him. He already lusted after Trowa for the better part of everyday. If Trowa learned how to... `We're never going to leave the bed. Allah, I've created a monster!' * * * Quatre laughed as Trowa tried in vain to catch up to him. "Come now, you said you'd ridden before!" He called back to him. They were riding through a meadow on his land, the grass
and trees flying past as they rode at break-neck speeds. Quatre was
riding a good twenty meters in front of Trowa and Trowa was doing
his best to gain on "I HAVE!" Trowa called after him. "But you're going too fast!" Resisting the urge to make his horse run circles around
Trowa's, Quatre took pity on him and slowed the horse's pace, allowing
his lover to catch up to him. He grinned to Trowa as he did so and
they both slowed "Not funny." Trowa said with a smirk and Quatre chuckled. "Oh, but I beg to differ." He purred and Trowa's smirk turned evil. "I'll show you begging." He reached down and grabbed behind Quatre's knee, having discovered at breakfast with hands wandering under the table that he was ticklish there. Quatre yelped and lost his balance on his horse as he placed his hand over Trowa's, trying to get his leg away, and fell out of the saddle. "Aah!" * Trowa yelled as he fell with him, still holding onto his knee and they both landed in the grass, Quatre first to hit the ground and Trowa landing on top of him. The horses spooked slightly and jumped a small distance before stopping, looking back to them for a moment and becoming bored, smelling the ground. Feeling Quatre shaking beneath him, Trowa became concerned that he had been hurt. "Quatre! Are you alright?!" He asked urgently as he moved so he could see his lover's face. Quatre was covering his face in his hands as he continued to shake. "Quatre, answer me!" He demanded, fear that the blonde was injured over-taking him. Quatre shook harder and it took a moment for Trowa to realize what was happening. "You think this is funny?" He asked incredulously. Of all the reactions, he hadn't expected Quatre to laugh at being dragged off his horse to the ground. Quatre stopped laughing silently then in favor of letting the sound ring out into the air and took his hands away from his face as he looked up to him. "Hilarious." He answered between gasps for air. He continued to laugh as tears of mirth came to his eyes and he covered his mouth elegantly. Trowa smiled at the pleasant sound of the laughter as it echoed in the trees around them. It was giddy, light hearted and sweet, all things by which he defined his lover. "I fell... and then... you fell and..." Quatre laughed harder and couldn't finish his sentence, waving a hand at the wrist as he gasped for breath. "...look on your face... ...perfect..." Trowa grinned as he found the situation amusing as well. Finally, Quatre stopped laughing and looked up to him with a grin. Trowa looked down at him and moaned as Quatre sat halfway up and kissed him, starting with his lips and then moving on to his jaw and then down his neck. "Quatre?" "I'm interested in finding out exactly how YOU were intending to make ME beg." Quatre said smugly and nibbled on his ear. Trowa glanced to the horses. "What about them?" Quatre laid back on the grass and rubbed Trowa's hip suggestively with a knee, running a finger over his collar. "They're not going anywhere." He said with bedroom eyes and Trowa grinned and kissed him. * * * Quatre sat cross-legged on his bed, looking out over
the pasture from the window. It was raining and the sound of the drops
of rain hitting the house as well as the grass outside it gave him
a sense of peace. He So, instead, he watched the rain pour down outside and smiled to himself. Nature was rarely so beautiful as when it rained, he thought. Where he came from, it was so dry. Here, the rain came many times a year and he loved it, always watching it and listening to the music it made, small, sweet splashes on everything, each individual sound adding to the symphony. He sighed. As beautiful as it was, it would be better if he could share it with Trowa. He wondered if Trowa would mind if he went to him and brought him in the house until the skies had stopped raining. `I'll bet it doesn't sound half as nice in a tent.' A knock on his door interrupted his musings and he turned to answer it but it opened and Duo's head peaked around. "You have a visitor." He said with a grin and Quatre suddenly recognized the familiar presence of his lover. Trowa stepped into the room behind Duo with a small smile and Quatre jumped off the bed and ran towards him. "Trowa!" He jumped up and locked his legs around his lover's hips, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him with what he knew was much force, but was unable to help himself. Trowa held him with one arm and kissed back. "I'll leave you two alone, then." He heard Duo say. /Hai. Arigato./ /Nandemonai./ The door closed and he and Trowa remained locked for a few more minutes before he parted and licked his lips. "What are you doing here?" He asked with a smile. He suddenly noticed that Trowa's clothes were wet and he lowered his legs to stand and, holding Trowa's hand, led him over to the bed and sat him down, bringing the blanket around him. "You're soaked!" Trowa smiled even as he shivered. "I'm alright. I came to tell you that the show tonight is canceled due to the weather so I don't have to be there. I also came to show you this." He held up an abused looking case and then laid it in his lap and opened it. Quatre smiled. "Your flute?" Trowa nodded and smirked. "I thought we might try that Duet? What do you say?" Quatre grinned at him. * * * "How about Minuet in G Minor? Do you know that one?" "Uh, I don't think so." Trowa said as he tried to remember the names of the songs he had learned. "What about Faire de Lisse?" Quatre raised a brow. "I don't think I know that one. Can you play it first?" Trowa nodded and raised the flute to his lips, taking a breath and beginning with the high noted trill and then launching into the melody. Quatre watched him, seemingly hypnotized by the song. When it ended, Trowa lowered his flute and Quatre smiled. "I do know that one. It's only that it is for the piano. I'm amazed that you can play it on the flute. I've never played it on anything else but the piano or the harpsichord. You played the right hand. If you play it again, I'll play the left." Nodding, Trowa raised his instrument to his lips again and waited for Quatre's signal as the blonde positioned his fingers. When he nodded to him, Trowa began. Quatre's piece was in harmony to his own and the two complemented each other so perfectly that what was a song, became a living piece of music, borne of the both of them. It flowed through him and caressed him with its mere presence, seeming to try to sweep him away with it, carry him off on its notes. He closed his eyes and lost himself to it, becoming one with it even as he created it. When it was over, he lowered his instrument and opened his eyes as Quatre did the same. Quatre's eyes were wide as he looked over to him. "Did you feel that?" Trowa nodded and they gazed at each other for long moments before he spoke. "I guess, even our instruments were made to play together." Quatre smiled sweetly and stepped forward and kissed him chastely before pulling back. "Do you know Claire de Lune?" Trowa shook his head and smiled. "No. But I would love for you to teach me." * * * //~~~~~// "Who are you?!" He yelled at the man who held him. "You may call me Abdul." He said as if that was all there was to him and Quatre shook his head. "WHAT are you?! And unhand me!" He struggled and the man let him stand. Unfortunately, he was still dehydrated and he became dizzy and his knees gave out under him. Abdul caught him before he landed on his father's grave and shook his head. "I will answer all your questions." He said as he lifted Quatre as if he were nothing. "But first, you require water and food. Just the same, I require shelter come sunrise. Shall we trade?" Quatre blinked at him and groaned as his head spun. "Fine." "Shukran." Nodding, Abdul turned and headed towards the buildings, carrying Quatre carefully. Quatre felt tears form in his eyes as he looked about the deserted street, remembering how alive it had been last he had seen it, and closed his eyes. "Why would this happen?" He cried nearly silently. "What sort of beast could do such a thing?" Abdul was silent and he entered a building that had
once been a shop and set Quatre down on a clean, padded mat. Stepping
back outside, he seemed to take his bearings from the stars and then
reentered. "This Quatre studied him with a deep scowl. Amber eyes turned back to him. "So. I assume this was your home." "IS." Quatre corrected, though he was not so certain as of late. "Pardon." Said the man politely. "May I ask where I can find you food in these parts?" Quatre sighed and pointed. "There used to be cattle on that side of the kingdom. I did not see any living, however." He scowled anew. "And if you find my horse, THAT is not to be eaten." The man waved a hand. "Fear not, Sadik. You will need a horse, I will not harm it." With that, he left Quatre alone. Quatre leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. `He is a strange man. Why are his teeth shaped so? Why does he carry nothing but a sword? Why is he here at this time and why is he helping me?' He wondered as he wiped at another tear that traced a path down his cheek. `This is like a nightmare.' He sobbed, suddenly, unable to keep himself from doing so. `Why? Allah, why?! The people did nothing to deserve... THIS. Who could massacre so many for no reason? Was there a war while I was gone? No, no one was near their weapons. This makes no sense.' He sniffled and curled into a ball, his joints and muscles complaining as he did. Digging so many graves and carrying so many bodies had taken its toll on him and he was exhausted. Tired, in disbelief, rage and sorrow, he sobbed. "Allah, kill me." He begged. "Laa, laa." A voice said in the doorway and he startled and looked over to Abdul who held a torch. "You cannot die and take revenge. You must chose, one or the other." "Why not both?" He asked with a raised brow and Abdul's eyes saddened. "You truly cared for these people then?" "That's what I've been saying." Quatre said a little rudely and Abdul nodded. "How is it that you are alive then?" Quatre glared at him but knew it was a good question. `It's simply that I don't like the answer.' "I was not here. I returned today to find everyone..." He trailed off and looked away. "Ah." Said the man and Quatre wanted to yell at him. "Ma ismoke, Sadik?" "Ana ismi Quatre." He said and the man nodded. "Strange name." "I am by no means the strange one here." He said as he glared at him. Abdul looked slightly annoyed but did not respond to the insult. "You were right, the cattle has been slaughtered. Fortunately, it seems that the attack happened last night, so you can still eat if you like. If not, I know not where else to find any food for you." Quatre nodded his head. "Meat will be fine. And you?" The man's eyes turned to him and he shook his head. "I don't eat meat." He said simply. "This is for you." He handed him the torch and left again. Quatre stood and winced, his entire body stiff, and
walked outside to start a fire with which to cook the meat. It took
him a few moments, but he found enough sticks to burn and set them
to flame, sitting near Abdul returned at that moment with a large piece of meat on his sword and he held it over the fire as he sat as well. "I can cook it myself." Quatre said as he tried to grab the sword from his companion but Abdul moved it away. "Laa. What you need to do right now is think. You
are at what is called a crossroads. There is a big decision that you
must make after you have eaten and slept and you must calm yourself
to make it with a level head Quatre crossed his arms painfully and stared into the fire. "Of what age are you?" "Sabatashar." He lied and Abdul looked over to him with a raised brow. Sighing, Quatre told the truth. "Sittashar." "Tayyib. Very good. Please do not lie to me, Sadik. It does neither of us any good. You look to be Sixteen anyway." Quatre rolled his eyes and spoke. "I will be Seventeen soon enough." "Even better." The man said cryptically and Quatre shook his head. "Have you any money?" He stared at him. "I thought you not a beggar." "I am no beggar!" The man said indignantly with a glare. "I merely ask, as, if you have none, I will provide you with some as you will need it." Quatre looked back to the fire. "My father was
the king here. I stand to inherit everything now that he no longer
lives. However, I know not if those who killed my people, be they
men at all, took the jewels with "Where were you? Before you returned?" Quatre laid back in the dirt. "I left when I was Thirteen to study. I wanted to learn things rather than rule things, so I left, after having a fight with my father over my future, to spite him and learned poetry, philosophy, a few languages, music and art." He did his best to keep his tears from coming at the thought of the last time he had seen his family. "Na am fahamt. You have already learned much. What languages do you speak?" "I traveled quite far. I went to Europe. I learned some of the Latin languages, French, English, Spanish and such as well as Latin." "Excellent." The man said in English with a perfect accent and Quatre looked over to him. "You are English?" He asked in the other language. "Yes." Abdul smiled to him and Quatre frowned. "Abdul is not an English name." Abdul smiled to him for the second time and Quatre saw the teeth again. "I never said it was my name." He said with a small amount of humor. "I only said that you may call me that. And what sort of Arabic name is `Quatre'?" Quatre snorted quietly. "That is not my real name, either. It is one I took while I was away. I did not want to be the same person who had left here." "Ah. Mind if I ask your real name?" "Yes." Quatre said and looked over to the man. "I shall call you Abdul if you call me Quatre and we may keep the pretense, alright?" "Fair enough." Replied the man and he turned the sword so the other side of the meat cooked. Quatre had to admit, as ill as he felt due to circumstance, his stomach was telling him that he needed to eat and he wondered impatiently when the meat would be done. "Are you thirsty, friend?" Quatre groaned. "Yes, but I am not moving yet." The mere THOUGHT of moving made him wince and he opted to lay there a while longer and hopefully let the heat from the fire relax his muscles a little. "I will fetch you another cup of water." Abdul said. "Hold this." He pulled a cloth out of his shirt and wrapped it around the heated handle of his sword and handed it to Quatre who sat up with a grimace. Holding it over the fire, Quatre watched as the man walked off into the darkness and looked at the sizzling meat. Abdul soon returned with a jug he found filled with water and Quatre accepted it eagerly, handing the sword back to the man and quickly taking the jug. Drinking enough to slake his thirst temporarily, he lowered the jug and enjoyed not being thirsty. He had been so for quite some time. "Thank you." He said, not feeling as hostile towards the other man as before. "You are welcome." Said Abdul and he took the meat off the fire and examined it. "I believe that this is cooked." He handed the sword back to Quatre and Quatre took it and smelled it. "Yes, it is." He said and took small, careful bites off the sides of it, burning himself, but too hungry to wait for it to cool. Abdul watched with a small smile. "So." Quatre said after he had finished as he gazed at the fire. "How is it that you are going to help me?" He asked the man who was cleaning his sword as if Quatre had not already done it. "I think you should sleep first, before we talk about this." He said as he examined his blade. "You aren't going to eat anything?" Quatre asked with a scowl and Abdul sheathed his sword. "I will find something later." He replied as he gazed at the fire. "Whatever." Quatre stretched. "How are you going to help me?" "Tomorrow." Abdul said firmly and Quatre wanted to argue but a yawn forced its way from him in his voice's stead. He found himself falling asleep quickly and realized
just how tired he was from the day's ordeal. He laid back on the ground.
"When I awake, you had better still be here." He threatened
as he pointed a finger at Abdul grinned. "I will not leave, friend. I have nowhere to go." Nodding, Quatre let himself fall asleep. * * * He awoke with a start, sitting up, and looked around himself. He was in the old shop, asleep on the mat. Abdul was sleeping in the corner farthest from the door, his sword in hand. He groaned and laid back again, his muscles screaming at him for the quick move. Hearing movement outside, he looked over and saw his horse, the animal looking into the building at him. "Thanks for not running away." He said with a smile and the horse sniffed the ground. "You're hungry." Standing painfully with the aid of the earth wall, he made his way outside and took hold of the horse's reins. "Let's find you something, if anything is left." The horse brushed his hair with his nose. He walked towards the fields, seeing some greenery left
and, removing the bridle, let the horse graze. Finding a bush to his
side, he sat down in the shade. `It seems to be afternoon.' He thought
as he looked His memories plagued him and he shook his head to try to clear it, closing his eyes. It was a vain attempt however, and he could not help but try to picture what had done this to his people. `I have to kill them, whoever they are. This is unforgivable. I have to get Abdul to tell me how it is he will help me to avenge their deaths.' Standing with a wince, he turned and headed back to the destroyed city, dropping the reins on the floor inside the shop. "Abdul." Abdul groaned softly and turned to face the wall. "Quiet." "Abdul, it's the afternoon. It is time to wake up." "Not for me. Why don't you go find some water for you horse or something?" He said and waved him off with a hand. Quatre became angry at his attitude but left all the same, picking up the jug of water from where the fire had been the previous night, drinking some himself and carrying it over to his horse in the field where he was still grazing. The steed smelled it briefly before drinking and Quatre waited as he finished. After he was done, Quatre took hold of his mane and gave a gentle tug, the horse walking with him back to the shop. "Abdul." He said as he stepped inside. "Wake up." "No. I let you sleep all night, allow me the same courtesy." He said quietly. "When will you get up?" "At sundown. Until then, go do something else." He seemed very annoyed. Rolling his eyes, Quatre stepped back outside and decided
that a bath and change of clothes was something he needed so he headed
to the shop where clothes had been sold. After selecting an ensemble
that suited * * * Dressed and clean, he felt like the same man he had been when he had left, garbed in traditional clothes, his sword on his belt. `I don't like it.' He thought as he looked at himself. `But what is there to do? My other clothes were ruined.' Looking to the sky, he saw that the sun was setting and he headed to the shop. Looking in, he saw Abdul just standing. "You slept all day?" Abdul shook out his clothes and ran fingers through his hair. "Yes. There's reason for that." He looked Quatre up and down. "Shall I explain what it is I can do to help you?" Quatre nodded. * * * "..." Quatre stared at the man who sat a few meters from him. "Are you serious?" "Quite." Abdul said with a straight face. "You are a... The same as the men that killed my people?" Leaping to his feet, he took his sword by the handle. "Liar!!! It was you!!!" Abdul dodged as he brought the sword down upon him and grabbed his wrist in his hand. "I did no such thing! I am not evil, nothing but evil could commit such a travesty!" He yelled as Quatre tried to free himself for another strike. "Listen to me!" Quatre snarled at him. "Leave! Me! Alone! You play at a sick game!" "This is no game, for god's sake!" He yelled, obviously getting frustrated. "You have me confused with those who did this, for to them, it was. I have been following them for years. Thus far, YOU are the only survivor and only because you were not here when they were." He growled. "So why didn't you kill me!? Would it have been too kind?!" Quatre demanded. "It was not my choice to make!" "So..." Quatre tried to get his breathing under control, but he had simply not been prepared to hear all this. A strangled noise fell from his lips and he sobbed. "Why did you not kill the men when you had the chance!? What sort of coward are you!?" "I said that I was strong!" Abdul said to him in a harsh tone, his patience gone. "But I did NOT say that I was a fool! They have been careful. They know when I am coming and they are always ready for a battle. I cannot get close to them anymore and if I DID, I would be dead and all would be wasted." Quatre shook with rage. "I believe that they would not notice another's presence as they will be expecting mine so you have a better chance. I will help you if you like, but there is a great sacrifice." "So you've said!" Quatre tried again to pull his wrist free. "And I have said that I would do anything to avenge my people! But, for the moment, unhand me!" Tears fell from his eyes. Abdul released him and Quatre backpedaled quickly, glaring ice at him. "I hate you." He said as he looked him over. Abdul glared back. "I have done nothing to deserve your hatred, whelp. Why, then, detest me so?" "..." "If you wish to kill the men who did this, you will need more speed, strength and capabilities than you have now. I am prepared to give you them. But in return, you will never again see the sun, and you will never change. You would look and sound as you do now, a boy." He ignored Quatre's glare. "Forever. You would have to kill to live and you would have to fight to survive. It is not an easy path to walk, but it is the only one that will lead to vengeance for you. But, you must think. What would you do after taking vengeance?" Quatre considered the question. "Travel. Leave here and never come back." "And do what?" "Kill any more men such as these that I find." He said and slowly sat down. "Oh?" He raised his eyes to the man's. "I need to kill them. I will not rest, even in death, until I do." Abdul studied him. "I have explained everything to you. You know that you will change. You know what this entails. You understand the weight of the decision." "I do." Quatre nodded. "And can you do it? Can you live as a vampire? Until the day you decide to take your own life, be it one year from now or one thousand?" Quatre nodded again. "As long as I live, so do my people." He said and shook his head. "I will not let them die forever by letting them be forgotten. I will avenge their physical deaths and then go on and remember them forever. I will dedicate my years to them as I should have done long ago. I owe them as much." "Very well." Abdul moved forward and stared into his eyes. "You have made your choice." //~~~~~// Quatre awoke slowly and opened his eyes to stare at the window in his room. It was raining outside again and he looked at the glass with the water running down it in small rivulets and sighed contentedly. Spooned behind him, Trowa breathed softly and he had to smile at the sound. Turning around carefully, he looked up to his lover's slumbering features. Trowa was breathtaking in the light of early morning and Quatre traced his features with gentle fingers. "I made the right choice. Ne, Trowa?" He whispered softly. Trowa moaned slightly and Quatre kissed the skin of his shoulder. `If I hadn't chosen this, I never would have met him. I made the right choice.' Wrapping his arms about his beloved, he closed his eyes and waited for him to wake. * * * Trowa opened his eyes to see Quatre smiling at him. "What time is it?" He asked as he closed them again. "Eight." Gentle fingers brushed his hair away from his face and a brow was pressed against his neck. "Mmm." He tightened his arms around his lover. "I have to talk to my boss today." He said with a yawn. "Tell him I'm quitting." "Ah." Quatre nodded against him, his hair brushing his skin. "And I have to see a man about something today as well." "What about?" Trowa peeked an eye open and Quatre looked up to him with a bright smile. "Il est une surprise." He said and Trowa smiled at him. "Il est une surprise?" "Oui." Quatre kissed him, effectively ending the discussion. When they parted, Trowa shook his head. "I have to go." "No." Quatre complained and kissed his neck. "Not yet." "I have to see Katherine." Trowa said and moaned as Quatre licked his skin, sending shocks through him. "And you are not helping my chances of walking out of here without disgracing myself." Quatre smiled as he realized what he meant and grasped him, pumping him slowly. "I can help you with that." He said seductively and Trowa moaned. "No, I have to... Uhn... Quatre, I'll see you tonight." Trowa regretfully pulled Quatre's hand away from his morning erection and kissed his cool lips quickly before standing. Quatre sat up and watched him gather his clothes from around the room. "Alright." He sighed. Trowa saw the slight pout and smiled to him, bending down and kissing him again. "I promise that I'll see you tonight." Quatre nodded. "Je sais. Sinon..." Trowa smiled. "I feel the same. It's too far away." His lover nodded again and crawled over to him, the blankets falling away and Trowa had to use all of his self-control not to jump back in the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck and kissed him slowly before pulling back and smiling. Trowa kissed his wavy, platinum hair and moved back when Quatre released him, dressing himself quickly. "I'll meet you after the show and take you to your surprise." He said and Trowa nodded as he tucked his shirt into his pants, slipping on his shoes. "Oui." He bent down to kiss him again and what was to be a short, chaste kiss soon turned long and sensual and he broke it. "I need to..." "Go." Quatre finished for him and they kissed again. "I know." "I'll see you later." He kissed the blonde again and, after a moment, forced himself to pull away. "I love you." "I love you." Quatre returned and Trowa kissed him once more and then stood and turned, walking away. At the door, he turned and looked back to Quatre who was watching him go, kneeling naked on the bed. "Tonight." "Tonight." Quatre said and smiled brightly. Nodding to him, Trowa opened the door and stepped out of the room, making his way quickly and quietly to the main door and heading outside. It had obviously been raining all night and he stuck his hands in his pockets to keep them warm and walked quickly towards the circus. * Quatre fell back against the bed as the door closed. He could still smell Trowa in the sheets and he buried his nose in them. "This is not good if I want to leave the bed anytime soon." He said to himself. He recalled his dream from that morning. "Another one. In such a short amount of time. I haven't dreamt of that in months. And even then, it was only one dream and I hadn't had one in years. I wonder what it means." He pondered for a moment before stretching and standing from the bed, dressing himself quickly and heading out to see a man about a house. * * *
So ends chapter 7. Hope you liked it. We're now more than halfway through the fic. Everything in Q boy's past is explained in full later so the whole story comes together. There are also a couple more flashback dream thingies. In the Duet scene, I can't remember the names to the
songs I WANTED to have them play, and I'm not even sure if I spelled
these right so, sorry. ^_^' I plan to fix it as soon as I can find
my damned book. Well, that's everything. If you have any questions about anything, just let me know. Ja, ne! ^_^ V ~Leia Back to
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