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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 8 "What do you mean, you're quitting?!" Katherine's eyes flashed with rage. "I told you a long time ago that I had no intention of staying in the circus all my life. Why are you acting shocked?" Trowa asked calmly. "Where are you going to stay?" She demanded. "On the street?! And what will you do to live?" "I'll think of something." Trowa said and she shook her head. "Stop it! Think about what you are saying! You are leaving everything behind for HIM!" "And gladly!" Trowa became angry with her.
"I don't want to be an act in a show anymore, Katherine! I want
a normal life with a man who loves me! Stop being so selfish and see
that I am not happy here! I never She turned her eyes away as tears formed in them. He regretted his uncharacteristic outburst and sighed. "You can stay with me, if you like. If you want to leave, too." She shook her head. "No, Trowa. I can't leave. I like it here." She said softly. "And, while I don't want to say goodbye, it doesn't look like I have a choice." She looked up to him and sobbed as she threw herself into his arms. "I'm going to miss you, brother." Trowa kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. "I'm going to miss you, too. But you know where I'll be." His voice shook as a tear fell from each eye. She nodded and sniffled as she stepped back. "When?" "When the circus leaves Lyon. I'll stay behind." She cried. "That's the day after tomorrow." Sobs wracked her shoulders. "That's not enough time." He sighed. "I'm sorry, Kathy. You know I love you. I don't want us to be apart ever... But, I just... I have to follow my feelings. I have to do what is in my heart." She nodded and wiped away her tears only to shed more. "And... Is... Is he where your feelings lead?" He nodded and she looked down. "Alright. I always knew that you'd leave. I just never wanted to think about it. You're my big brother." He tried to keep himself from crying but failed and embraced her tightly. "Soeur." They stayed that way for long moments before she pulled back and smiled wryly. "You'd better tell the boss. You know how he loves surprises." She said sarcastically and he nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed her cheek and squeezed her arms a little before walking past her and towards the ringmaster's tent. * * * Trowa walked away from the camp to where he saw his lover waiting for him with an eager grin. Holding a lantern, Quatre ran up to him and grabbed his hand in his. "Come on." He pulled and Trowa nearly fell, the blonde obviously having forgotten his abnormal strength in his excitement. "Where are we going?" Trowa asked as he stumbled but caught himself. "Just past town." Quatre replied and pulled him faster. "Come on." "Quatre, slow down. We'll get there soon enough." He said and grasped Quatre's hand tightly in his, noting that he was warm again. "Je regrette." Quatre apologized. "But I really think you'll like it." Trowa smiled to him and shook his head as Quatre kept getting ahead of him. Eventually, on the other side of the town from the circus, Quatre stopped before a house. It was a good size and it sat alone, no other houses or buildings for nearly a fourth of a kilometer. "Quatre?" "Surprise." Quatre said with a grin and Trowa gaped at him. "You bought me a HOUSE?!" "Oui." Quatre said and bounced. "Come on, let me show you the best part." He dragged him up the steps to the door and opened it. He pulled Trowa inside and picked up a candelabrum, opening the lantern and using it to light the three wicks before turning out the dim lantern and setting it down on the floor. The room was cast in bright light and Trowa gasped. Across the room was a bookshelf with a few books in it against a wall and next to it, a dark green couch that seemed comfortable. There were two hallways, one on either side of the room and going towards the back of the house. "This way is the kitchen and dining room." Quatre said and pulled him towards the short hall to the right. Trowa looked about the rooms with awe. Both were perfect, the kitchen functional and stocked and the dining room elegant with a rectangular table and unlit candles upon it, four chairs around it. "And then this way..." Quatre grinned wider at him and pulled him back into the living room and to the other hall. He opened the door at the end of the hall and Trowa gasped as he saw the bedroom. Someone had obviously taken the decor very seriously,
everything matching everything else and the furniture giving the room
a comfortable feeling. A bed was against one wall, a window on the
wall next to that one with royal blue curtains pulled to its sides
and another bookshelf on the wall across from the bed. There was a
blue chair that looked as comfortable as the couch by the door and
a clock next to it. Past that, by the bed was a dresser with a mirror
set upon the surface. All the wood in the room was polished oak and
it gave "So? What do you think?" Trowa turned still wide eyes to his lover. "...You bought me a house?" Nodding, Quatre kissed him. "Do you like it? If not, I can sell it and buy a different one." "No!" Trowa said, shocking himself with his uncharacteristic outburst. "I... I like it. Like is an understatement. It's just... Can you afford this?" "With ease." Quatre reassured. "I could buy a hundred of these and still not feel a dent in my pocket book." "..." "Trowa? Are you alright?" Trowa nodded though he felt dizzy suddenly. `He bought me a house. Mon dieu.' "I can't believe this. It's incredible." "No." Quatre said. "It is necessary." He explained at Trowa's look. "The housing within the town here is not the best. I considered asking if you would like to live with me in mine, but I think that after a week of hearing Duo and Wufei argue all night, you would rather sleep in the nearest gutter and you cannot live on the street, so..." He trailed off as he looked about the room. "This was the only reasonable option." Trowa was still in shock. "Mon dieu." He whispered and Quatre looked to him. "It's just... I had thought that I would live in my tent for a while until I had enough money for a flat. This is... This is more than I could have hoped for." He turned his eyes away from the room and to Quatre. "Thank you." Quatre smiled. "My pleasure." Trowa smiled and decided to make use of the room. "Is that so?" He ran a finger down Quatre's jaw. The blonde caught his hand and brought it to his lips,
sucking on the extended finger and smirking. He moved closer and pressed
his body against Trowa's and Trowa moaned. Releasing his finger and
smiling, * * * //~~~~~// Leaping from behind the wall, Quatre attacked, taking out two of the men with his sword, beheading them swiftly. The others turned to see him but were too late. Throwing a stake, he caught one in the heart and swung his sword in a perfect arc, killing the other. Wiping his hair from his eyes, he looked about for the others. He knew that there were twelve of them. `Four down. Eight more to go.' He ran to where he heard laughing and hid behind a bush. The others were entertaining themselves with a bar matron, her laughter ringing out into the night as they grabbed her and made lewd remarks. `These people are housing them willingly, accepting their attention to their necks and giving them shelter from sunlight.' He thought and it made him feel sick. Looking to their faces, he recognized one as the Alpha, the one who had led the attack on his people, the picture Abdul had painted in his mind a perfect match to the man's face. He saw red, unable to think of anything but the man's death and he would have it at all costs. Grasping his sword tighter, he attacked. * * * The next morning found Quatre walking down the street of the small village, looking at all the dead bodies. `I did this?' He wondered as he looked about, feeling as if he would vomit. Every person who had been in the village was dead. The buildings had been set aflame and the place was filled with smoke of the dying fires. Women and men with their throats cut littered the ground
and he shook as he could only vaguely recall killing each. He continued
down the street, and gazed at each dead person he passed. At last,
he came upon "No." He shook his head as he gazed at her dead eyes. She looked so very much like his younger sister had when he had found her. "No!" Leaping to his feet, he ran. * * * Quatre gazed into the well at his own reflection and thought on his own actions. `I killed them all.' He thought as he wiggled a finger in the water, rippling his reflection slightly. `They all died and I didn't even realize that I had been doing it. I let rage and cruelty do the same thing that destroyed my kingdom. I killed another kingdom and they did nothing to me personally. They were nothing to me. And I snuffed their light like so many candles.' Bringing his hand out of the water, he watched as it dripped into the well and rippled his reflection yet again. A few drops more fell into the water and he realized that they were tears. `Never again.' He swore as he stared back at himself.
`I can never do this again.' He wiped the tears away and did not shed
more. `I have to change this. No more rage, no more senseless violence.
This ends here.' He ran his fingers through his reflection, effectively destroying it. //~~~~~// Quatre jerked awake violently with a yelp, images of spilled blood and corpses and fire flashing before his eyes and he sat up, hearing screams he had heard in his mind many times since that night. Gasping for breath and squeezing his eyes closed as he held his head in his hands, he recoiled as warm hands touched him. "Ssh. It's Ok, Bien-aìmè, it was just a dream." Trowa's face was right before his own and he calmed, allowing the hands to remain on his shoulders. "Trowa?" He blinked. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Trowa shook his head. "You were talking in your sleep again. I was already awake when you sat up." "Sorry." Quatre looked over to the clock on the wall. "It's only Three. Let's go back to sleep?" He offered a sheepish smile as he rubbed at his hair, taming down an unruly part of it. Trowa nodded reluctantly, a concerned look upon his face. Quatre laid back down with him and buried his head in his shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?" Trowa asked as he rubbed his back, his voice rumbling in his chest by Quatre's ear. "Not really." He answered softly, hoping that Trowa would not ask again. "Was it the same dream as the other night?" Quatre shook his head. He didn't want to lie about it but he didn't want to get too detailed so he answered vaguely. "Yes and no. They are things that I remember." "Oh." Trowa was quiet for a moment. "From Arabia?" "Oui." "Bad things?" He nodded. Trowa rubbed his back again. "I have nightmares sometimes, too." "What about?" He ventured. "I'll tell you." Trowa said and kissed his hair. "When you tell me about yours." Quatre nodded. He had a feeling that it would be soon enough. "Alright." He kissed Trowa's shoulder. "I love you." "I love you, too, Quatre." Trowa said softly and Quatre smiled contentedly. Trowa's heart beat next to his ear and he nearly purred.
It was hard for him to be upset about anything for very long when
Trowa held him and he nuzzled his lover's neck affectionately, feeling
at home and at Nightmares be damned, he was going back to sleep. * * * "Trowa?" "Mm?" "What's wrong?" Quatre asked as he looked over to his lover. They were both lying in the grass behind Trowa's house.
Trowa had been even more surprised to find out that a decent plot
of land came with his house and he and Quatre had walked all around
it together to see Trowa was laying on his back with his hands clasped
over his abdomen and Quatre lay next to him on his back with his hands
behind his head and his knees raised, one foot on the ground, his
legs crossed at the They had been silent for nearly half an hour, merely being in each other's company and watching the stray clouds pass overhead through the branches. However, while Quatre was content, he could feel waves of sorrow, tension and anxiety from Trowa, getting steadily stronger the longer they remained silent, though, outwardly, he was the picture of calm. "Is something the matter?" Trowa looked over to him. "You can tell?" Quatre nodded and Trowa returned his eyes to the sky. "The circus leaves tomorrow. That means..." "That Kathy and Lione will be gone." Quatre said softly and returned his own eyes to the sky. He sighed quietly. "Are you sure you_" "Yes." Trowa said quickly. "I want to stay." He paused and seemed to be searching for the right words. "I just... I just wish I had longer to be with them. I asked Kathy to stay with me but she wouldn't. The circus is her home. It always has been, ever since she came along, she was happy there. It's her life. She wouldn't leave it, even for me." He paused and Quatre looked over to him again. "I'll... I'll miss her." He nodded. "Parting is never easy." He said, trying to be helpful. "I wish that she would stay as well." Trowa smiled to him. "Thanks. It must take a lot to say that, considering how warmly she has treated you." Quatre smiled back wryly. "She is important to you and I don't like seeing you unhappy." He turned onto his side and faced him, cupping a cheek in his hand. "If it meant letting her AND Lione live in my house, I would do it to made you happy, Trowa." Trowa chuckled. "That's a thought. Think Wufei would try to eat Lione, too?" Quatre smiled brightly. "I wouldn't put it past him. But Duo would love it." Trowa chuckled again before his eyes became pained once more and Quatre wanted to cry at the look in them, brushing Trowa's hair out of them. "Will you be alright?" He asked softly. "Oui." Trowa nodded and swallowed, obviously holding back his emotions, though Quatre felt them all the same. "I just hate saying goodbyes." His voice wavered. Quatre nodded and embraced him, burying his face in Trowa's shirt. "I think I'll be alright as long as you are here with me." Trowa said and stroked his hair. Quatre could not help the tears that came to his eyes, feeling acutely in his own heart how torn his lover was by the situation. "We will get through this together. I'll always be here for you. I'll always be here." He said and held him tighter. `If only I could tell you how much I mean that.' * * *
Eek. Sap. So much sap. Yeah, aparently everyone in the Fang Gang has PTSD(Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). Ah well. Ok, a quick explanation, because I forgot to put it in the last chapter. You may or may not have noticed that in Quatre's dreams he is EXTREMELY OOC, what with the rudeness and the insults and the fisticuffs. The scene at the well marks a turning point for him that will be addressed later in the fic. I said this would explore how Quatre came to be, and that includes his personality. Yeah, I know that the flashback was rushed, but details of that sort I don't think would sit well with anyone. Plus, it's all about the mindset one has during a situation like that. If one is in shock, every minor detail of the event is not going to be remembered. Q was in shock.
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