Untitled
Part 6
by Blue
Violet
Trowa went into the music room. Empty. Quatre wasn't there yet. "Maybe
he had something important to do and is running late," he thought.
The tall brunnette opened the door to one of the shelves which kept various
types of music instruments. He took out a flute. It was all polished
and shiny - he could see his reflection on it.
Suddenly, the door to the music room flew open and there was a loud thud.
Trowa turned around and saw Quatre lying on a heap on the carpeted
floor. He strode towards the fallen boy and grabbed his hand.
Trowa felt tiny jolts of electricity coursing through his body as soon
as his fingertips touched Quatre's. Trowa thought he was imagining
things but he could swear that he could see a thin sliver line that
somehow connected him to Quatre. Nah, he must have been imagining it.
Quatre also felt jolts of electricity coursing through his body when
Trowa grabbed his hand. He felt his face blushing red hot. How embarrasing
this was. First he was late and then he had tripped and fell on the
floor. And now Trowa was holding his hand and probably thinking what a total
doofus he was.
"Anou, Trowa...?" he asked meekly. Trowa was still standing there,
holding his hand. Trowa snapped back to attention. He was too engrossed
studying the blondes beautiful face that he had forgotten to help
Quatre to his feet.
"Aa, gomen," he said and hoisted Quatre back to his feet gently. Quatre
stared at his hand. Trowa was still holding it. Trowa realized that
he was still holding Quatre's hand and let go of it quickly, as if it
were a hot coal. Quatre felt a bit dissapointed.
He had liked the feel of Trowa holding his hand. It made him feel warm
all over.
There was an awkward silence. "Uh, I think I'll go get my violin," said
Quatre, trying to break the silence. He had only walked a few steps
when he tripped again. Trowa grabbed the blonde before he could hit
the ground but ended up tripping himself and fell onto his back along
with the blonde on top of him.
It seemed as if time was frozen for a very long time. Quatre was lying
on top of Trowa's body, Trowa's arms still encircling his small waist.
Quatre blushed. His face was only inches away from Trowa's face. They're
lips were so close, they could have been kissing.
"I wish I could kiss those beautiful lips of his," thought Quatre with
a raging desire burning inside of him. He stared into the depths of
Trowa's emerald green eyes and felt as if he were drowning in it.
But of course he didn't dare do that and slowly, got off of Trowa. He
extended a hand to the other boy to help him up. Trowa took the offered
hand without hesitation and Quatre pulled him back to his feet.
There was an awkward silence again. Neither of them not knowing what to
do or say. Finally Quatre spoke up, "Why don't we start playing some
music?", as he reached for his violin. Trowa nodded and in an instant,
they were both playing their musical instruments.
The music that they played ranged from classical music, ballads, and even
music which they improvised on the spot. But mainly, it seemed as if
they played sad melodies - the ones that people listen to soothe
their feelings when they feel heartbroken. Their playing complemented
each others. They were able to play fluently as a team and therefore
were able to make beautiful music together.
After quite some time, the two boys were too tired to continue their
playing and took a short break.
"Trowa?"
"Hn."
"Why do you seem so sad today?" asked Quatre, remembering his mission
which was to find out what was wrong with Trowa.
"Whoever said that I'm sad?" Trowa asked back.
"Well, if you're not sad then you must be mad at me cos you've been
trying to avoid me, ne?" said Quatre softly, his eyes downcast. "But
I think that somehow you're sad from the way you played your flute -
you didn't play it as lively as you always do..."
Trowa took a deep breath. "Why does he always feel concerned for others?"
he thought. "It would be much easier for me if he would just leave me
and my problems alone - because nobody can ever solve my problems."
"Please Trowa, tell me what's the matter with you," begged Quatre,
seeing that the other boy wasn't about to volunteer any information.
"I'm your bestfriend."
"I wish you were more than that..." thought Trowa sadly.
Quatre just stood there waiting for Trowa to say something. Finally
Trowa took a deep breath and said, "Quatre, do you have someone you
are in love with?"
The blonde felt surprised when Trowa suddenly asked a question like this.
Trowa alsmost never asked personal questions like that before. But if course
he didn't say anything about it and answered Trowa's question truthfully.
"Yes. There is someone I'm in love with," said Quatre, as he looked at
his shoes with sudden fascination. In reality he was trying to hide
his blushing face from Trowa.
When Quatre said those very words, Trowa felt as if his heart was
crumbling. He thought he heard the sound of glass shattering but maybe
he was just imagining it. "Then it's true. Quatre's in love with Duo,"
he thought, feeling all hope drain away from his body. His angel... was
in love with another person. A person he thinks that will never be him.
"What about you, Trowa? Do you have anyone that you love?"
Trowa was a bit startled to hear Quatre questioning him what he had
asked the blonde. But he hid all that quite well behind the mask that he
always wore.
"Yes, there is someone... but he, uh, I mean that person is all ready
in love with somebody else," said Trowa, diverting his gaze towards the
opposite direction. "No matter how much I want that person, I know that
I will never be visible to that person's eyes - I will always remain
invisible and unloved."
"But you're not invisible to me... and definately not unloved," thought
Quatre, feeling an ache in his heart. "But I am to you. Because you have
no room in your heart for me."
"I'll help you to win that peron's heart," offered Quatre. Quatre knew
that he will never be the person Trowa loves but he still wanted his
bestfriend to be happy.
"No, you don't understand," said Trowa bitterly. "That person is all
ready committed to someone else. I would like to break those two
up - but I can't do that. I don't want to that person to be unhappy."
"I know exactly how you feel," whispered Quatre as Trowa left the room, leaving
him all alone.
"Hey Heero, can I borrow your maths book?" asked the braided pilot as he
walked into Heero's room. Heero was sitting by the desk, tapping away at his laptop.
As usual.
"What for?" asked Heero without even taking his eyes off his laptop.
"I wanna copy off your answers," said Duo simply. "Ohh. All that rotten math, I wish
that we didn't have to go to school."
"Why can't you go and figure out your own answers?" asked Heero. "Then you
don't have to copy my work."
"Cos it's much easier to copy your answers," answered Duo with a grin.
"Besides, doing all this homework is nothing but a waste of time. I'm not
gonna waste my precious seconds doing some boring stuff when I can do
something else that's fun."
"That's why you always do badly in your studies," said Heero with a snort.
Duo waited for Heero to say something else - but if course the other boy didn't.
Duo tried to stare at Heero for a long time, trying to get a reaction from him but the
only reaction he got was the sound of Heero's fingers tapping on the keyboard.
"Oi, Heero! How come you always ignore me, eh?" asked Duo as he flopped
onto Heero's bed.
"Because you're too noisy and you never give me the peace and quiet that
I need to do my work," said Heero in a tone that very well meant 'If you're
gonna bug me some more, I'm gonna kill ya'. "And because I love you but
you all ready have Quatre," he added silently. "I don't want to see your
cheerful face - it reminds me too much of the fact that I'm all alone."
Duo felt like he couldn't keep his true feelings bottled up any longer.
He threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. "Sheesh! Is that
your explanation?" he burst out. "Can't you see that I'm always trying to
get your attention? Can't you see that I'm doing that because I love you
and I want you to notice me?"
Heero froze for a second. "Nani?!" he asked in disbelief, wondering if
he heard that correctly and wondered some more when was the last time
he had cleaned out the insides of his ears. "But I thought that you were
in love with Quatre!"
Duo nearly choked at that. "Me? With Quatre?" he said, his eyes bulging.
"You must be kidding! I love Quatre - but not romantically. I love him
like a brother!"
Heero felt his heart lifting. Duo wasn't in love with Quatre!! He wanted
to jump for joy but he stopped to think again. Duo must be lying to him.
Yep. That must be so. Duo can never be trusted.
There was a pregnant pause and
Duo almost regretted saying what he had just said. Especially the part where
he told Heero that he loved him. But that wasn't gonna
stop him giving up anyway. Especially when he saw something interesting
in Heero's notebook. The American felt a grin growing on his face.
"For someone smart, you sure are pretty dense," teased Duo. The braided
pilot came closer towards Heero and whispered in his ear. "And I know
that you have a crush on me, too."
"How did you know?" asked Heero in surprise. Then he realized what he just
said. "Uh, I mean, whoever said that I have a crush on someone like you?"
Duo grinned at him. His grin was as wide as the Cheshire cat's from
'Alice in Wonderland'. "I saw my name scribbled all over in your maths
book." said Duo. "My name was like, practically scribbled on every page."
"So? That doesn't mean anything," protested Heero, his face getting
incredibly hot.
"So are you trying to tell me that you were just practising on how to
write my name right?" asked Duo sarcastically. "But then again, practise
makes perfect and I know how you never make spelling mistakes. Oh for
heaven's sake! Why don't you just tell me the truth? The evidence is right
here in your notebook."
Duo shoved the notebook in front of Heero's eyes and Heero thought that
he was gonna die from embarrasment. It was just like Duo had said. He
had written Duo's name over and over again on quite a few pages. And the
funny thing was he didn't even remember doing that.
"I do have feelings for him but I don't want him to know..."
thought Heero. "I'm supposed to have no feelings - I'm the Perfect Soldier."
All other thoughts flew out of his mind as Duo suddenly leaned close and
kissed him on the lips. Softly at first and then with growing passion.
Heero felt himself losing in to the kiss as he kissed back with
equal intensity.
The pair broke their kiss from the lack of air. Duo gazed at Heero and whispered,
"Ai shiteru, Heero." Heero felt touched. Nobody had ever told him that.
"Ai shiteru... Duo," he whispered as the two kissed again.
"Maybe I don't have to be a Perfect Soldier anymore," he thought.
"My life is all ready perfect with Duo in it."
Looks like Duo has all ready gotten what he wanted - Heero. And it's the
same with Heero. But what about Trowa and Quatre? Will they ever get
together? And how about Wufei? What kind of schemes will he cook up next?
Stay tuned for Part 7. Note: If you think this story's gonna end soon,
you're dead wrong. This fic is still far from being finished!!!
Question to self: Why do I keep writing stories that seems to get more
boring with each sentence? This is what I think. No, that is what I
always think. I bet you think that this part is sorta getting
stale, too, ne? I am always wondering why so many people like Untitled
so much. Hmmm... why is that? I think maybe minna-san is just trying to
cheer me up by saying that they like it. Or maybe minna-san just feels
pity for me, so they say that they like this fic. Anyhow, please send
me any ideas or suggestions or whatever you want - so I can finish the
next part real quick. You know where to send 'em. Send your feedback to
me at blue_violet@gundamwing.org.
Jaa!!!
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