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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 9 Quatre headed back to Trowa's house for the second time that day. It was Seven. Trowa had left earlier to see Katherine and get his things from the camp. He had asked Quatre to return at this time as he had a surprise planned. `I hate surprises.' He thought as he walked to his lover's house. Nevertheless, he had agreed and not delved into Trowa's mind to see what it was. He had been doing his best not to do that. It was an invasion and he rarely did it to those for which he cared. At last, he reached the house and took a deep breath. Walking up the steps, he opened the unlocked door and stepped inside. He did not need to be invited as he had been in the house when Trowa had first started living there and he stepped freely across the threshold and smelled... `What IS that?' "Quatre?" Trowa's voice called from the kitchen. "Oui?" "You're just in time." Trowa came into the living room as Quatre closed the door. "I just finished." He smiled and Quatre blinked. "Quoi?" Stepping forward, Trowa took his hand and led him into the dinning room. Quatre's eyes widened at what he saw. The table was set elegantly with candles and flowers and plates with foods for which Quatre had no names. It was set for two. `Oh, Allah, no.' Quatre begged. He couldn't refuse. Not after Trowa had gone to all the trouble to cook and set a romantic environment. A dinner invitation he could refuse. A breakfast around a camp fire, he could refuse. But this was a gesture. "Do you like it?" Trowa asked and he stepped forward and pulled out a chair at one end. Quatre gulped. "...Oui." He said as convincingly as possible and stared at the chair Trowa held for a moment before sitting down and looking to the food on the plate. He swore it looked back at him. There was no way to avoid this situation. He had been
able to get away for a while by saying that he did not eat breakfast
and then, when he had taken Trowa out to a late breakfast after they
had spent the night in Quatre's house the first time, Trowa had ordered
him food, reasoning that it was too late for breakfast, making it
lunch. Quatre's luck had been fortunate as a stray dog had come along
and he had managed to `Where's a stray dog when you need one?' "You didn't have to go to all this trouble." He said as Trowa sat at the other side of the table. "I wanted to." Trowa smiled to him. "I had to test out the kitchen and make sure you got your money's worth." He grinned. "I also wanted to do something nice for you. Believe it or not, I am an excellent cook." Quatre considered telling him right then and there so he wouldn't have to eat, but he decided that it was still too early. `I'll just be sick tonight, it is no big deal.' He smiled as brightly as he felt he could. "Merci. It's wonderful." Trowa smiled and used a fork to spear some of the food on his plate and eat it. Quatre picked up a fork and speared...something...on it and stared at it. `Come, now. You have survived more horrible things than this. You lived and trained with Abdul for a month. You walk in daylight. A plate of food will not kill you.' Taking a breath, he stuck the fork in his mouth and managed not to gag by sheer willpower alone. Trowa smiled to him. "C'est si bon, no?" Quatre looked up to him and managed a smile. "I have not the words for it." He assured and Trowa seemed satisfied. * * * Quatre ran back to his house as fast as he could. He
had fed Trowa some excuse about needing to help Duo with learning
piano and had run as soon as he was out of sight of the house with
a promise to return the Trowa had been disappointed to say the least, but Quatre needed to see Duo before the braided man left to find his dinner. He felt bad for eating dinner and then running from him, but, someday, Trowa would understand, he hoped. He was having trouble running already, as, by the time he had left, the tremors had already begun and he stumbled and fell a few times before scrambling to his feet and continuing on. Finally he could see his house and he called for Duo with every fiber of his being. /Duo! Help!/ The door swung open as he reached it to reveal a worried looking Duo. He threw himself into his friend and felt himself caught by strong arms before he fell. "What happened?" Duo asked urgently. "Ate... Trowa cooked dinner..." Quatre did his best to explain. "...For me." Duo sighed, holding Quatre behind the back and behind
the knees, and carried him away from the house. "Well, you must
REALLY love this guy to eat food just because he cooks it for you.
But you can't do this Nodding, Quatre groaned at the shaking his entire body was doing. Duo set him down on his knees a distance away from the house and held his shoulders from behind. Quatre pitched forward and vomited every trace of the food, his body heaving as he did. At last, his body calmed and he allowed Duo to lay him back in the dirt, away from it. "Wait here." Quatre wanted to laugh at the statement. What else COULD he do? He groaned at his headache and the sudden coldness that he felt in his body. Duo returned with a glass of water, helping him to sit up, and Quatre took it from him, rinsing his mouth many times over and spitting into the dirt before doing it again. When there was no water left, he handed the glass back to Duo and fell back again, curling into a ball and shaking with cold. "Arigato." He whispered and saw Duo nod before his eyes closed. He heard Duo mutter "baka" and then everything was gone. * Trowa sat on the steps of his house, looking out into the night where Quatre had run off. `Why did he just...leave like that? Did I do something wrong? The food was good, I know that. So what was it?' He shivered slightly as he recalled the panic the blonde had had in his eyes. `Maybe he doesn't eat French food? I know some Arabs don't eat pork... It was chicken. Is it taboo for him to eat fowl? I'll find out later.' Standing, he fetched his key from the house and locked his door, heading to the circus to see Katherine and Lione again after their show. * * * /~~~~~/ "What did you say?!" "I want to leave!" The blonde repeated. "I don't want to be here! I don't want to be king! I want to learn things first! If I must rule, I will do it when I am older! I will not do it now! I don't want it!" "You are the heir! It matters not what you want!" His father bellowed. "I cannot be king!" He insisted. "Have another son and let HIM rule in my stead for I will not! Nor will I take a wife as I have no interest in them! Let me be, Ab!" "Laa!" His eyes flashed with anger. "YOU are the heir and YOU will rule on your thirteenth birthday tomorrow and take a bride this year to continue the bloodline!" "I won't!" The boy turned and walked away but was stopped and spun around, a sharp blow connecting with his cheek, his head snapping to the side with the force. He slowly turned his head to look at his father with a glare that had always frightened others. Returning the glare, his father took a breath and exhaled. "If you walk away from me, I have no son." He said with a low tone. "You are dead to me." He shook his head at the taller man. "Then you have no heir. And, with me, so dies our bloodline." He turned, walking away from his father with his chin held high. Outside the large house, he saw his oldest younger sister waiting for him. Kamisa always knew when something was wrong with him and she was wringing her hands. "Brother?" He shook his head as he rubbed at his cheek. "I told him." He said and her eyes widened. "Is that why he was yelling?" "Naam." He waved a hand. "I care not. I am leaving." Her eyes saddened. "Now?" "Aewa. I must. I cannot stay here another moment." He walked past her to his room and gathered his belongings into a pack, Kamisa handing him things when he asked for them. At last he had everything he needed and nothing more and he stood, holding his bag. He turned to Kamisa who had tears in her eyes, though she did her best not to sob and he embraced her. "I will miss you." He said and she nodded against him. "Tah al. Walk with me to my horse?" She nodded eagerly and they headed outside. As they left the house/palace, he turned back and saw his father standing in a doorway with his mother and other sisters. The women were crying and his father was scowling at him. Nodding to them, he turned back around and walked. When Kamisa and he reached his horse, he slung his bag over the white steed's back and turned to her. She was sobbing now and he held her as he cried as well. "I will return. I swear it. Someday, I will be back. And then we will laugh and cry tears of joy rather than sorrow." He kissed her forehead. "I promise." She nodded and he stepped back. "Maassalama, Akht." He said and cupped her cheek. Smiling sadly, he mounted his horse and kicked him swiftly in the flanks, riding away to make his own destiny. /~~~~~/ "Kamisa!" Quatre sat up in bed, images of his sister's mangled body fresh in his mind. He formed a ball of Ki and prepared to kill her murderer in slow and painful ways, looking about for him. His eyes met those of violet and he jumped on the man, pinning him to the floor by the throat and snarling in his face. The man smiled brightly and placed a hand over his that held the Ki, his other hand coming up to Quatre's line of sight and forming his fingers into a "V" shape. Quatre recognized him suddenly and crawled off him. "Duo!" Duo sat up. "Oh, you didn't recognize me. And here, I thought you were suddenly interested." He grinned and Quatre raised a brow and looked down. "Where are my clothes?" He wore nothing but underwear. "Over there." "WHY are they over there?" Quatre looked up to him. "Well, I thought that we could cuddle a little." Quatre held a hand palm up before him and formed another ball of Ki in it, a brow raised, his old personality manifesting itself for a brief moment. Duo waved his hands in front of himself. "It was
a joke. Can't you take a joke? They were dirty and they smelled like
food so I figured you wouldn't want them in your bed. Just trying
to help. Oh, speaking of, Quatre let the weapon disperse and drank the tea quickly, letting it take the horrid taste from his mouth and warm him a little at once. "Arigato." He said and reached for the other, sipping the steaming hot liquid. "Better?" "Much. Thank you. I needed your help." Duo nodded. "Yes, well, what are friends for?" Quatre sipped his tea and closed his eyes. `Yaha. I'll bet I made him upset with my seemingly rude behavior when I left. I feel horrible, but I could not stay. Oh, Trowa. I wish things were not so complicated for you and me.' "Dai ja bu?" "Hekki." He sighed and sipped his tea again.
"I'm just hoping that Trowa was not too offended by the way I
ran away from him after he took the time to prepare what I suppose
was a good meal and set a romantic Duo seemed shocked by his language but said nothing of it. "He will be alright. Just make it up to him. Take him pubbing or something." Quatre nodded. "I suppose." He sipped his tea again and found that his cup was empty afterwards. `Damn.' "You need to hunt." Duo said and stood, going to Quatre's dresser and taking out an ensemble for him. "Come on, we can go together." He held the clothing out to him and Quatre accepted them. "Yosha. Arigato, Tomodatchi." "And then you are going to go to bed so that you can go to him first thing in the morning to do some serious ass kis_" "I get the point." Quatre took his hand from his friend's mouth and dressed himself quickly. Duo just shook his head with a smirk playing at his lips. * * * Quatre walked towards Trowa's house and breathed deeply,
holding a bouquet of flowers he had picked along the way. `Ok. How
about, "I am so sorry for my behavior last night, I ..."
No, that's not good enough. Suddenly he felt heavy sadness coming from within the house and ran up the steps and knocked on the door. It opened and tearful green eyes met his own. "T-Trowa!" Quatre's eyes widened. "Is... Are you alright?" Trowa nodded and wiped his tears away. "Yes. Sorry. You were not supposed to see this." Quatre embraced him carefully and gently pushed his lover back into the house. "What is wrong?" "Nothing." He shook his head, closing the door with a foot and sitting Trowa down on the couch, setting the flowers down on the empty shelf beside it. "Please tell me." Trowa looked down as he clasped his hands. "It's just, today is the last day I will see them. It just hit me this morning very hard is all." Quatre nodded in understanding and embraced him tightly, sitting by his side. "If you change your mind and go with them, Trowa, I will understand." Trowa shook his head. "I won't. I can't. As unhappy as I am now, I think I would be even more upset if I left you here. I would rather stay here with you, it is as simple as that. But that doesn't make things easier." Quatre nodded again and held Trowa with one arm, bringing up a hand and wiping the tears away gently. "I understand. What time do they leave?" "This afternoon." Trowa sobbed then and Quatre held him tightly, tears falling from his own eyes. He had never seen his lover like this, had hoped he never would have to, hating it when Trowa was upset. "Are you going to see them once more?" Trowa nodded and his breaths hitched here and there with his emotions. "Yes. I will see them and then watch them leave. It seems to be the right thing to do." Quatre nodded and stroked his hair. "Do you want me to go with you?" "Oui!" Trowa said quickly. "Please. I don't think that I can do it without you." He buried his head in his shoulder. Nodding once more, Quatre rocked back and forth, stroking Trowa's hair and rubbing his back, just trying to be there for him like he had asked. * * * Trowa watched as the crew walked away. Everyone was carrying as much as they could, like always. The elephants had the heaviest loads on their backs, pulling the animal cages behind them and the horses pulled cart after cart of props and equipment, like always. The camp was a ghost, dead and cold looking now that it was deserted. Again, all like always. But this time was not like always. It was the last time he would ever see it. He stood with his arms crossed, Quatre by his side, his body shaking with the weight of the situation, trying not to cry as he watched Katherine carry her burden on her back. She was looking back to him and waving every now and then, tears in her eyes. Lione roared, spooking the horses slightly and a few of the men yelled, laughing to one another. `Kathy...' Trowa took a few steps toward them and Kathy dropped her burden and turned and ran towards him. He did the same and they met and embraced. "I can't. I can't do it." He cried softly in her ear. She nodded, tears falling from her eyes. "I know how you feel. But if you leave with us now, you are going to regret it and be miserable. I don't want that for you." She kissed his cheek. "You have a man that loves you with everything he is. I know how happy he makes you. You've never been as happy as now, after you met him, I have seen it in your eyes. And, while I do not like him, I can recognize what he does for you. He can offer you the life you want. Don't throw it away. Don't chose a life path based on sentimental value." He nodded as he realized that that was what he was doing. "When you make a choice like this, you must be thinking of your future with it and not your past." She stood on her toes and kissed his brow. "I'll always love you, Brother. But I will never forgive you if you throw away what you have here to do something that will make you unhappy the rest of your life." She released him and stepped back. "Go to him. You will hate yourself forever if you don't." "Sinon, Soeur..." "Au revoir, Frère." She smiled to him as tears fell from her eyes. She looked past him to Quatre and he turned his head and did the same. Quatre had tears in his eyes, watching them from far away. He seemed to think that Trowa had made his choice and he was leaving. Turning to him, he walked back to him and Quatre's eyes widened. "T... Trowa?" He asked softly as he looked up to him and Trowa took his hands in his. "I've already made my choice, Quatre." He wiped away his lover's tears. Turning and holding Quatre around the waist, he watched Katherine nod and walk back to the group that was getting farther and farther away. At last, he could not see any of them anymore and he fell to his knees, shaking, tears falling from his eyes. Quatre knelt with him, tears falling from his as well. Trowa buried his head in his chest, clutching at his shirt. "Trowa?" "I just need to stay here for a while. If you don't mind." Trowa said and sobbed into the silk. * Quatre nodded and cradled him in his arms. "Alright."
He kissed his hair and rocked back and forth like he had that morning,
making a sound low in his throat that sounded like a heartbeat. He
rubbed Trowa's back Trowa shook his head. "It's alright. It is worth it to be with you." Quatre held him tighter at that. "I am glad." He let Trowa cry himself into a calm as the sun set on the horizon. * * * Quatre watched Trowa sleep and wondered if there was anything he would be able to do in the morning to make his lover feel better. Trowa had had two bottles of wine all unto himself before
Quatre had managed to coax him away from the bar and walk him home.
He had said some things that Quatre hoped he did not remember the
next morning as he would feel bad for saying them. At one point, he
had run into the bushes and thrown up and Quatre had carried him home
from there, bringing him into the house, undressing him and laying
him on his bed. `He will most likely be unwell in the morning.' He thought
as he kissed his hair. `What is it that Duo told me to do?' He tried
to recall Duo's remedy for a hangover that he had used when he had
been on the street. Tucking the blanket around his lover's form, he kissed his brow and headed out to find a few things he needed. * * * ~~~~~ "Mama! Papa!" Trowa ran towards his parents. The two were faced away from him, staring off into the distance. He ran through the grass of the field, smiling as tears fell from his eyes. "I found you! I did it!" He stopped when he stood behind them and looked up to them, waiting for them to turn around. "Mama? Pa... Papa?" He reached up and tugged on his mother's dress carefully with small, Twelve-year-old hands. "Where did you go? I was looking for you." His mother turned around and looked down at him with a blank _expression. His father did the same. Tears came to his eyes as he looked up to them. "Where did you go? I was scared." He sniffled as he wiped the tears away with balled hands. His mother crouched before him and stared at him. "We left." He stared at her. "Que?" His father crouched as well and looked into his eyes. "We left you." He said with a flat tone. "We didn't want you anymore." He began to cry and his mother and father stood and looked down at him. "Why?" They merely turned and walked away slowly. He watched them go. Eventually, they disappeared behind a hill and he fell to his knees as he cried, covering his eyes with his hands. ~~~~~ Trowa awoke to the dim light of morning coming in through his window. He winced at his headache and closed his eyes, burying his head under the pillow. He recalled his dream and groaned. `Merde. I haven't dreamt that in a long time. Why now? ...Because, for the second time, my family just walked away from me.' His headache pounded against his skull. "Uhg... Quatre?" He asked groggily. He got no reply. Taking the pillow away from his face, he looked about for his blonde lover and found him to be missing. `What did we do last night?' He vaguely recalled the bar after the circus had left. He remembered Quatre asking him to stop drinking and had agreed, walking back to his house with him, but not without... `Insulting him. I called him a... Oh, merde. Drinking when I am upset is not a good idea.' He held a hand over his eyes. `He's probably at his house, too angry with me to stay the night.' He suddenly heard a crash and yelling in the other room and jumped to his feet, running into the kitchen, from where the sound had come. He froze as he saw what was going on. Quatre was in the kitchen, wearing the apron over his
clothes, a pot over the fire and a bowl and spoon on the counter.
He was cleaning up another broken bowl and spilled water from the
floor and cursing under Suddenly the pot over the flame began to bubble over
and he yelled and dashed for it, moving with incredible speed, lifting
it and setting it down on a folded towel on the table before returning
to cleaning the "Quatre?" The blonde froze and looked up to him. He smiled sheepishly. "Oh. Bonjour. I didn't know you were awake. Comment allez vous?" Trowa shook his head and winced. "Like I was hit by a train." He said and leaned on the wall with weakness and dizziness, his eyes closing for a moment. Warm hands righted him and he opened his eyes to see Quatre look into his own and feel his brow. "You're sick. I guess you have more than a hangover. You need to lay down." He led him back to bed and pulled the blanket back for him. Trowa crawled onto the mattress and allowed Quatre to drape the blanket on him. "What are you doing?" "Well, I guessed that you would be sick so I decided to try to make some chicken soup for you." Trowa shook his head. "No, I mean, what are you doing HERE?" He looked up to him. Quatre obviously did not know what to say. "After last night..." Trowa sighed. "I'm just surprised you're here is all. I thought that you would be angry with me." Quatre shook his head and looked down. "No. I know you were drunk. And I wasn't going to let you be sick alone." "Quatre... What I said... I didn't mean it." The blonde gestured to the other room. "Um. I'll go finish up in there and then bring you your soup." "Quatre_" "It's alright, Trowa." Quatre smiled wryly. "I'll be right back." He turned and headed into the other room. Trowa closed his eyes. `Merde. I hurt him. I have to
fix this. I didn't mean it and I won't let something so stupid form
a rift between us.' He recalled the look Quatre had had in his eyes
when Trowa had called him He heard footsteps then and opened his eyes, pulling himself to a sitting position. Having discarded the apron, Quatre walked in with a
bowl of steaming soup in one hand, a spoon in the other and a dry
towel over his elbow, watching the bowl carefully to ensure he did
not spill it. Reaching the Trowa took them and looked at the bowl as Quatre walked out. It was a rich broth with carrots, white noodles and chicken and he looked back to his lover who returned with a glass of water and sat at the foot of the bed. Quatre looked at him. "Um. I don't know how good that is. I've never made soup before." Trowa took a spoonful and blew on it before tasting it. It was a little strong, but it was good. "It's fine." He said with a nod. "Merci beaucoup." Quatre smiled brightly. "Je vous en prie." Uncomfortable silence settled over them and Trowa ate half of the soup as he thought about what he was going to say. At last, he set his bowl down and Quatre handed him the water, which he drank quickly. Setting the empty glass down on the floor, he gazed at Quatre. Quatre gazed back at him and they remained that way for long moments before saying each other's names at the same time. "Go on." Trowa said when Quatre shook his head and gestured for him to speak first. Quatre looked around the room a little uncomfortably
before speaking. "Trowa, I just want you to know that... I really
don't care about what you said. I would be very petty to be angry
with you for something said Trowa shook his head. "That doesn't make it alright. I am so sorry, Quatre. I didn't mean to... I didn't mean any of it. I shouldn't have gotten drunk in the first place and then I shouldn't have said that. It's just... Sometimes it's so hard for me to tell with you." He sighed and looked out the window. "I just... Sometimes you seem like..." "A `demon'?" Quatre asked softly and Trowa looked over to him. His head was bent at an angle so his hair hid his eyes and his mouth was set in a line. "No." Trowa said. "And yes. There are times when you seem like a fallen angel." He winced at his word choice. "You're a mystery to me." Quatre nodded slightly but did not raise his head. "You smile all the time. But it's like you don't mean it. Like you only do it to make others happy. And then there are times when I can't recognize you. I mean, sometimes, I'll look into your eyes and...you're not there. It's like someone else is looking back at me. Someone who's name I don't yet know. And he is very different from you. Cold. It's like you are never just you. Like you are someone else that you are hiding behind yourself. A `demon with an angel's face'." He said and shook his head at himself. "I never meant to say that to you. I'm a fool." Quatre shook his head and shrugged. "It's alright. You were bleeding. Everything you knew had just left you and I was the reason for it. You were hurt and overly defensive. ...It is said that offense is the best defense." Trowa nodded as he realized that that was most likely the reason he had called Quatre the name. His lover raised his eyes to him. "But that is not always true when the enemy is your friend." Trowa understood what he was saying and nodded again as tears came to his eyes. `He was an easy target and I needed to lash out. But, if I keep doing it, I won't have him anymore.' "I'm so sorry I hurt you." Quatre shook his head again and crawled toward him, moving the dish to the floor and sitting next to him. "Trowa. I care not. Such a small thing cannot hurt me. I love you. I can forgive a drunken slur of speech." He smiled and Trowa took his hand in his, kissing Quatre's hair. "I love you, too." He looked into his eyes and saw Quatre and only Quatre staring back. "My angel." Quatre kissed him chastely before very gently pushing him back to the bed. "Well, now that we have that out of the way, you need to get some more rest. You still have a fever and, if you don't get better soon, you'll have to put up with me mothering you every minute until you do." Trowa chuckled and winced at his headache. "Oui, oui." He smiled to himself as Quatre tucked the blanket around him, kissing the tip of his nose before gathering the breakfast items and carrying them into the other room. "Mon ange." He closed his eyes as his headache once again made itself known with a sharp pain and swore to never drink so much again, as long as he lived. * * * Trowa walked to Quatre's house to see the blonde grooming
a brown horse he had never seen before out in front. "Quatre!"
He called to him and the blonde turned to see him, grinning excitedly
and leading the horse Quatre shook his head and he stopped when they were close. "A man who lives near here just came by with him. He belonged to his son who, sadly, just died in battle, and he has no need of another horse. I did him a favor a while back so he gave him to me." He rubbed between the horse's eyes gently. Trowa examined the beast. The horse was bay colored, a rich brown body with black hooves, tail and mane, and he was a good size. "What are you going to do with him?" He asked as he let the horse smell his hand. Quatre gently took his hand in his and placed the lead in it. Trowa looked at his hand and then at Quatre. "... Are you sure about this?" Quatre nodded with a grin. "I was thinking that we could keep him here while we built a fence on your land to keep him. He's shoed so you can take him to town on the roads when you have to. The man also gave me the tack for him. Unless, you do not want a horse?" "I do." Trowa said and pet the animal's mane. The horse lowered his head and touched noses with Trowa before moving to his shoulder and giving him a light push. "He likes you, it seems." Quatre smiled brightly.
"Much more than me. I had just gotten him to calm when you arrived.
Before, he was very wild." He pet his neck gently. "I already
checked his hooves and teeth. Trowa smiled and walked to the horse's side, jumping up and pulling himself to straddle him. Quatre took the lead from his hand and tied the end to the other side of the bridle, bringing it over the horse's head and handing it back to him. Trowa squeezed the horse's flanks gently with his heels and smiled as the beast walked. "He does have a good gate. Much better than Wufei's." He sped the horse to a trot and circled around Quatre. At last, he came to a halt before his lover and grinned. "He's perfect." Quatre grinned back. "I was hoping you'd agree." He studied the horse. "What will you name him?" "Name him?" "Oui. I always give a horse a name. Duo and Wufei have named theirs as well. Duo's is Midnight, Wufei's is Nataku, and mine is Sadik." "Sadik?" Trowa asked with a raised brow. "It is 'Friend' in Arabic." Quatre said. "I have named many horses that. Usually, it gives them a good temper." Trowa smoothed his horse's mane. "How many have you had?" Quatre seemed to think quickly. "Four. Three of them I named." "Oh." Trowa thought about a name for his horse as he continued to smooth the course black hair on the back of his neck. "How about `Cheval'?" Quatre looked like he was trying not to laugh. "You are going to name your horse `Horse'?" "Why not? You named YOURS `Friend'." Quatre shook his head. "True enough. But answer this. It was you who named Lione, no?" Trowa glared slightly and Quatre laughed. "I'm sorry. That is funny." He said as he covered his lips as he laughed a little harder. Smirking and shaking his head, Trowa dismounted and brought the lead over the horse's head, holding it in one hand. Quatre calmed and shook his head. "Let's put him in the pasture. We can build the fence on your land whenever you choose." Trowa nodded and they lead the horse to the fence, opening the gate and setting him lose. Quatre draped the halter on the top of the post by the gate, looping the lead and draping it on the post as well so it did not touch the ground. Cheval ran to the center and the other three horses watched him from far away as he stopped and looked to them. Sadik stepped forward, walking to him slowly, and the two met and touched noses briefly before staring at each other. "Well, isn't that funny." Trowa said in awe and Quatre laughed beside him. * "Indeed." He turned to Trowa. "So what are you doing here so early, anyway? I thought we were to go out later." Trowa grinned to him. "I couldn't wait. I have something to tell you." "You're pregnant." He joked and Trowa laughed. "How did you guess? No, seriously. Do you want to know or not?" Quatre smiled brightly. "Oui." "I found a job." Trowa said excitedly. "It's in town and it pays well." Quatre grinned. "Magnifique! I'm happy for you." He embraced him and froze. After a moment, he smelled Trowa's clothes. `I smell blood. Fresh blood. Under his clothes. I can smell it on his skin. It's all over him!' He nuzzled his collar and pulled Trowa's shirt down, licking the skin there and moaning with his lover as he did so. `He washed, but I can still taste it.' "...Um, Trowa? What is this job?" He looked up to him. Trowa smiled down at him with a slightly glazed look to his eyes. "I work in a butcher shop." `That explains it. Kuso. This is going to make things much harder.' Quatre shook his head and returned to his lover's neck, giving it another swipe with his tongue and Trowa moaned again, his head falling back. He blushed when he realized the other way in which that thought was true. What he was doing was not only arousing Trowa, but himself as well, partly due to that fact. "Trowa..." "Oui?" "Care to go back to your place?" * Though he was confused as to why Quatre had suddenly changed from happy to aroused, Trowa did not object. He had been sick for two days until that morning and he wanted Quatre to touch him and kiss him the way he did when they made love, craving it with an intensity that could only come from time without. He nodded as best he could. "Ou... Oui." Taking his hand, Quatre ran towards Trowa's house, pulling him along with him. * * *
See? Twisted sense of humor. Speaking of which, out of curiosity, did anyone catch the joke in Kamisa's name? Er, not so much a joke as lack of imagination on my part to think up a normal one. ~_~' Ok, Trowa's dream is explained later. Quatre's real name is learned later. Basically, everything is later. ~_~' I know, I know, I suck. Oh, I couldn't help tormenting Q just a little with the cooking in the apron and making a fuck up of the situation. ^_^ The mental image Bob gave me was SO *CUTE*! I had to write it. Of course, Bob wanted the apron to be pink and frilly, but I can't see Trowa buying that for himself, so... And a few people asked why vamps in my fics make such
a huge deal out of having to eat food. The only way I could get the
message across to them was by asking if they would want to eat a dead
rat. It's going to Well, the next chapter is where things start to build towards the end. Leave it to me to take 5 chapters and an epilogue to end a fic. (shakes head)
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