Aaa... this turned out to be longer than what i expected. and took longer time than what I alloted myself for... and just to mind you, this is twice as long as the first part.
Disclaimer notices: I don't own GW, I don't own money, I don't own even the computer I used... I don't own English language, and I don't own the alphabet...Don't sue me please, coz me thinks I am going to be sued by my uni sometimes soon, for not paying tuition fee (hey, I am not supposed to pay tuition fees anyway!!! uni nowadays, can't keep accounts right!)
Oh yah, this might turn out to be longer than the first one... Also thank you to all who had given me help and ideas and keep me going!
And, I still had contempt on people throwing flames, coz, for today the seventh fire alarm had just went off, and I am going crazy, deaf, and self-muttering... Flame me next time when I missed the dorm's fire alarm, but for now C&Cs will have to do...
Arigatou!
Either than that, enjoy yourself and tell me what you think.
Loss of Innocence by JejeFish
Zechs' Off-Duty Days 2
Heero opened the door to his apartment which he shared with four other gundam pilots. His small circle of friends. He stood at the doorway, frozen. Then after a few seconds he closed it slowly and silently. Not that he cared that he'll surprise his friends, nor that he cared of destroying the silence of the room. He's just to dazed and needed to think over a few things.
/Sleeping with an enemy, Heero... how very amusing.../
His personal rants were stopped short by a sharp sigh that came from the direction of the balcony. The sigh itself is soft, but in the dead silence it is quite audible.
Heero paced the length of the room to the balcony and stepped into it. Trowa was there, slightly leaning with his back to the railing.
His brilliant eyes were closed and his face was tilted upwards, facing the blue sky, the sun fell down on alabaster face. Heero inhaled. He looked more closely into the beautiful face of the youth, noting some lines creased the brows.
Trowa was always so serious, even in his musings and quiet time alone. Like someone who had a terrible secret that needed to be guarded with life itself. But then again, he must have. Like Heero, most of the pilots do have some secret or another. And he is not about to pry into anything.
The silence passed for a few more minutes, until suddenly Trowa lowered his head and opened his eyes. "Heero?" the voice was coarse and soft.
"Aa... Trowa, what are you doing here? alone?"
Trowa shifted slightly and flipped himself to sit on the balcony railing. "Oh, the others went out for some air." The others meaning Duo, Quatre, and Wufei. Odd... usually Trowa follows Quatre like a shadow.
Heero hesitated a bit, then asked, "You're not with them... why?"
The figure just sat there silently, his view flew across the sky, looking very far beyond... Heero wondered what for. Then again he couldn't ask could he?
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking that I needed some time alone, thats all."
Heero nodded and moved closer to the other boy, placing his two hands on the railing and leaned back, hanging in the air, with his hands supporting him, feeling the caress of the wind on his face and bare throat.
/Zechs.../ Wait a second, where does that thought come from.
His face must be very red, as he felt his face burn, and the fact that Trowa was staring at him, confused. His blush went several shades deeper, something he never knew he could, then coughed himself into reality. He tried to open a discussion, and partly trying to avoid his tryst being exposed.
"So..." he mused. "Some time alone?"
Trowa understood that Heero is by no means going to talk over why the 'Perfect Soldier' blushed so deep he thought Heero could burst out anytime. Instead he nodded. "Yeah."
"Anything that I could help?" His question was rewarded with a sidelong glance from the pilot from L3. Heero almost kicked himself down the apartment, no need to bother going out from the door, he could just flung himself from the balcony. If Quatre can't do the soothing job, then how could he. He's by far as reserved as the HeavyArms pilot.
"Aa... don't trouble yourself, I am fine." but his eyes betrayed everything, let alone his troubled face.
"No you are not!" Heero snapped.
Trowa looked at the pilot beside him and sighed. "Fine... but I just need to be left alone. I need to sort out a few feelings."
Heero looked at the other boy intently. "Sometimes your silence is VERY annoying. You can't solve all the problems in the world yourself. That is JUST absurd!"
The other boy just looked at the obviously crossed Heero. Heero gave up. "Aaa... well I don't think you need useless lectures now do you? at least not from me."
Heero turned away and started walking inside, until he stopped. He turned back and had his eyes leveled with the other boy who was still stunned with the outburst. "We'll just have to wait for Quatre to come back from whereever he and the others went... he always seem to have a way with helping you out."
Heero could feel that the HeavyArms pilot relaxed a bit against the railing and giving out a sigh. Heero sighed inwardly and walked to the bathroom.
/Have to shrug off these scents before Duo comes back.../
Heero turned the knob, half opening the door, when he heard a fleeting sigh coming from the balcony. He rolled his eyes and shouted, as he closed the bathroom door behind him. "And for heaven's sake, get a life!" No response.
He suddenly stopped at his tracks as he realised what he said, and as his nose caught the fleeting scent on his body. /Life.../
/Zechs.../
Heero flipped the door hurriedly, and half ran to the balcony.
***
Trowa blinked at himself as he stood in front of a richly carved entrance gate of something that can be remotely said as an artefact of the Orient. The gilded dragons, the heavy scene of scattered peonies... He couldn't just placed why he's here.
All that he remembered was Heero, half running from the bathroom, as if that young pilot had just received a mind blowing revelation, shoved him out into the streets and told him to go to this place. And there he was... standing, gaping, a perfect mimic of a stupid, surprised goldfish, at least he himself thought about that.
He sighed as he stepped inside. He's there anyway, might as well see what's there. Wasting time, but still... what else could he do to 'get a life' and wait for Quartre.
A few steps took him into a completely different world, he felt himself being pulled into a time warp and thrown into the past. He felt as if he was in the Orient that only existed in picture story books of Orient Mythologies.
As he inhaled the various exotic fragrance that wrapped themselves around him, he vaguely heard the rush of water from the other end of the large garden of exotic plants. Thoughtless, he traced his way there, following his keen sense and perception.
He came to a small brook that meandered the garden, and gasped.
He couldn't believe what his eyes were whispering to him, creating such pictures in him.
A slender figure, with his back facing the shocked pilot, his platinum blond hair fell freely over the slightly tanned alabaster skin, trickling with beads of water which slides from the soft hair and satin skin. Each movement graceful and captivating, sending lazy torrents of water to the brook's edge. The warm sun teased the perfect body, the wind played and entangled itself in the softness of the platinum mass.
A slender hand raked into those long hair, in a painfully slow motion, while the other splashed cool water on the bare skin, slightly brushing skin over skin.
Trowa shuddered, and made an involuntary noise. The figure snapped in a crisp motion, beautiful head turned around in shock.
Trowa gasped an held his breath, as he witnessed the depth of the deep crystal clear eyes.
***
Heero had left when he woke up the second time. Zechs turned and laid on his back, his body perfectly bare, with only a white sheet covering him. The rays of the sun danced quietly in the room, as he pondered what had just happened.
He felt someone approaching, he lifted his head slightly, and saw the figure of a man approaching. "Andrew..."
The man kneeled beside him and smiled, the face creased slightly in what Zechs knew was an attempt of withering self-control. "How... was it?" the man asked. Words carefully paced and accented.
"It's been more amusing than I thought it would be. This isn't that bad, afterall..." Zechs chuckled innocently, knowing only a little that the soft chuckle almost sent the ensign into total loss of self control.
"That's because this is *the* best brothel, best ever that could have existed."
Zechs smiled, Andrew choked on his breath.
The officer moved and propped his head on one hand, the sheet that covered him slid from the body it clung vainly as the soft roll of muscles bids its move. Andrew gasped softly, trying to conceal the fire in his body and the need in his being.
Zechs blinked at the awkward gestures of his subordinate, his eyes searched questioningly. Andrew swallowerd /better make this fast before you lose your sanity completely/ the ensign mused.
"Errr... the brothel master said that you could use the brook at the back of the compound to wash, if you want..."
"Ah yes..." Zechs whispered, too spent and too amused to speak out loud.
"Aaa.. so see you sometimes soon then..." the ensign hurriedly dismissed himself, with Zechs' stare boring into the soldier's back. Andrew obviously missed the sensual sigh that carelessly left the perfect lips of the officer, or Andrew would have froze immediately in his steps.
A few moments later Zechs was undressed in the cool brook in a warm
afternoon...
with a handsome boy's eyes ravishing his body.
***
Trowa had this uneasy feeling in himself. The man in front of him.., He seemed quite familiar, but then he couldn't place who. This uneasy feeling wasn't only about that. But also the desperation, the lust that he felt. But could it be lust? He thought he was well guarded against that. Even the constant companionship with Quatre, an angel in his own right could not even spark this kind of urgency inside him.
He snapped back into reality when he realised that he was still staring at the surprisingly beautiful person in front of him. Beautiful would be an understatement... but Trowa felt he had just lost his way of thought.
And he blushed when he realised that the man was staring back at him.
***
Zechs just can't believe what he saw. And the biting reality is that he did remotely knew who this person is, at least he could do a wild guess and still get it right.
/I could bet my whole life and sanity that he's one of Heero Yuy's friend, whoever that may be.../
Zechs looked deep and long into the dreamy eyes of his watcher... He was too familiar to those type of looks that he could swear he had grown indifferent to that. He admitted silently that at the very first time he received that sort of look, he was thrown into confusion. But then it has been very long ago, maybe when he was still very young... he couldn't place it now. Still he remembered how annoyed or plain disturbed when he received those looks.
But not anymore. Years of enduring lust from almost every named species had seeped into him and be part of his life. Even then, with Treize, with Heero... was it only lust?Was he only a one night stand? Or was he something more? He could never be sure of what people think about him... Hell, he couldn't even be sure with himself.
He halted his train of thought as he felt the boy was still staring at him and he is completely undressed.
He disappeared under water...
***
Trowa blinked. A man staring intently into his? Boring deep into his soul's mind? Or was it just his feeling? Why did he have this thought that this man, this... unknown, breathtaking, impossibly astounding man seemed to dig deep into him. Why did he feel so exposed? He stared, involuntarily.
His eyes grew wider when he felt the man studying him, not directly, but straight into his eyes. He tried to look away, but he just can't. Slowly, Trowa felt a tinge of irritation. Who is this man?! Why can't he tore his gaze from this man?!
Why am I here in the first place?
His mind played the questions over and over again, at the same time heightened his passion, such unknown and alien passion... something he had never known before.
Lost in his own musing, Trowa didn't realise the man disappeared underwater.
***
Zechs reappeared at a considerable safe distance away from the young boy. Obviously the boy hadn't noticed he was gone, dipped into the cool waters and swam across, dried himself and throw some decent covering on his body.
The boy was busy with his own thought. Something in Zech's mind told him that this boy is a bit complicated to read through.
Treize had been hard too... workaholic, and a bit of everything.
Noin, a bit too readable, the obsession over him is a bit too
obvious.
Heero...
and then this boy.
The boy hadn't recovered from his silent musing yet, giving Zechs enough time to study the young boy, something that Zechs prided himself for. His judgement over people seldom missed.
He saw a hint of seriousness, behind the overly visual delusion the boy is under. He saw a bit of loss in the boy's self, he saw a bit of need. Very little did things were revealed to him. Somewhat alike to Heero, but as Heero is a walking sleeping volcano, this is a bit of a walking block of iceberg.
Then Zechs saw the boy moved a slightest bit, seemingly to realise that the object of awe wasn't in the water anymore, wasn't staring back at him anymore. And Zechs could swear there is a flash of disappointment in those eyes, well, eye... he couldn't see the other one, the one under the obscenely long bangs that curved snugly over the other eye.
Not the kind of disappointment that he often saw when he turned down requests from random people who wanted him for a night stand, but more of a disappointment of a person who just thought he might get someone to notice.
Like a child who's lost.
Then again this boy is merely in his young teenage life, he could bet. True, the boy looked 'older', looked collected, looked serious, but Zechs knew better. Zechs somehow felt he knew about the underlying want of the boy. He just knew. It felt like his own feeling.
***
Trowa mused quietly inside himself. He knew the man had only the slightest idea what he was thinking inside, but for a fleeting moment, the man did know it wasn't passion, or lust or anything near that he was thinking about. For that moment, he thought, as the man read through his mind, he could actually found someone to share things with.
Maybe this is selfish of him, wanting someone he didn't even know, wanting a perfect stranger to understand him... But he felt the man shared the same feeling, even if it would only be half of what he was feeling right now...
Trowa dazed. What made him think that the man would listen to his ranting? Would listen to his musing, would listen through his problem? And most importantly, what made him think the man might share the same feeling of need and uncertainty as he did...
Maybe those crystal clear eyes... maybe the exchange of wide eyed wonder between them... or maybe its pure craving of unadulterated need. Maybe its the aura of subtlety from the man,
maybe this,
maybe that...
He'll just have to ask, Trowa decided.
But when he lifted his eyes, the man was gone.
The waters were still, the brook empty.
He was completely alone.
Again...
***
Trowa sighed in a dejected mood. /Great, you scared him...get a life/
/Get a life/
/Get a life/
those words repeated itself in his mind. /But how? I scared the hell out of everyone./
Then he shrieked a desperate scream and collapsed on the ground he had been standing on. The tall grasses tickled his body as he rocked violently.
/Why must I be different? What have I done wrong?/
Then suddenly he felt strong arms enveloping him, curtains of sweet smelling platinum hair draped over him, as if shielding him from the world that mocks him... and those hands...
so warm...
Trowa melted into those arms...
***
Zechs stood in silence, watching the young man turned from lost, to
bewildered to hysterical.
He flinched as the young boy screamed in desperation, and fell into a small round ball onto the soft ground. For a moment Zechs debated whether to leave the boy alone and have his own quiet time, or go over and comfort the boy. The pacifist in him won.
He strode softly towards the boy, trying to make as little noise as possible. He then carefully collected the sobbing boy into his arms, his chin rested on the boys head and pulled the boy as near as he can to his body. Then he waited, as he whispered softly.
He felt the boy tensed for a few seconds, as if being surprised of the feat, then again maybe the boy is, and then, after a few moments,
succumbed into the warm touch.
***
Trowa could hear the soft coo-ing of the man, a light, silvery voice that couldn't have been human own. But then again, the nearness of the body, the sweet scent from the body, the soft throat exposed to him in such a close proximity, his eyes so close to the bare flesh, so close it made him giddy...
He felt this sudden urge to.... to what? He couldn't name the feeling, he couldn't name what he was going to do.... what was this feeling... it's new to him.
/Don't think to much/he heard something that he could recall remotely as a voice from within him. /Let your heart guide the way./
Then, at an awkward manner, his hands slid from between the two bodies, his, and the man, and snaked to the broad back of the stranger. And it stayed there... unmoving...
But the sensation is horrifying. His cheeks, pressed to the man's bare throat, his hands resting only a satin away from the soft ebony skin of the man's back... It is enough to send tingles of unknown desire in him. He had never touched anyone like this...
Haven't been touched like this...
Not by anyone...
at all...
Such warm, tender feeling that he felt, such feeling of security and belonging.
A feeling not unlike to that of a ship harbouring after million years of far away voyages.
He came home...
***
Zechs could feel the young boy pressed closer to him, and he could vaguely feel the innocent nuzzle from the young one. Then he felt a hesitant touch snaked on his back, sending the satin over his skin rolled and touched his skin in a sensual way.
/Cut it off, Zechs. He's just a lost kid./
A needy one too...
He stroked the soft brown hair, slowly, carefully, as if a sharp move would break the boy, like porceleine hitting the ground and shattered into pieces.
Would break like him, losing his family...
Then a final snuggle from the small body, a final innocent sigh...
Before the hands on his back...
Made their first bold move, and Zechs tightened, like a strung violin
string.
***
Trowa felt, as he snuggled closer, that the man could feel his pain in his chest. Could feel the loneliness inside of him. Then he felt a slow caress in his hair. Something that remotely reminded him of love. Something that he remembered could chase loneliness away... Not in sounds, but in gestures.
He leaned to the touches, while on the same time, pressing his body closer to the sweet scented one. He felt his heart beating faster, as the scent of manhood, of maturity, of love enveloped him with such great care. He felt himself melting in a rate, alarming as he could
not rein it...
The emotions came in great torrents, of passion, of lust, of longing, that he could never thought he had.
But then again...
No one ever touched him
This way
Here
and
There...
His hands at the man's back moved, to his alarm, at their own accord. Sending innocently enticing touches that he himself found arousing...
Then the man froze.
Time froze.
Life froze.
Threathening to shatter.
As he looked up, scared that the man would brush him off, because of his behaviour.
"Go...gomen..." he stuttered. "pardon..."
***
Zechs looked down into the deep crystal orbs of the boy, with a questioning look... Not that he was angry or annoyed...
Surprised, maybe...
Such a gesture, from a boy...
A stranger...
He was surprised, of course... This boy, full of calculation, could actually believe him to the point of passion? Can this boy, innocent in his way and touches, could want...
No, it couldn't be.
Until...
"Go...Gomen..." he heard the boy said, "Pardon..."
"If it didn't bother you..."
Zechs lifted an eyebrow, elegantly, and the boy sucked the air sharply.
"If it didn't bother you... may I?"
***
Trowa summoned all his wits to let out a string of hope. a hope for a search of the name to this unknown feeling.
A feeling that creates pleasure to the point of pain, in him. A feeling that he could not name. And this man could help him find it. He knew... But only if he had the strength to ask.
"If it didn't bother you..." he mouthed. The man looked intently into his eyes. Then an elegant eyebrow shot up in query.
Trowa felt himself inhaled sharply. /Surely such a man can't be mortal./
"If it didn't bother you... May I?"
He couldn't continue, because he lost words. He know not a word to follow. Instead he showed his heart in his gestures.
***
Zechs felt his heart stopped beating as the young boy traced a finger on his spine, up and down, in searching touches. So...
Zechs took the two arms, and circled his own long fingers around the small wrists. He brought the palms of the hands close to his lips, and with his blue eyes level to the crystal orbs of the young man he touched it softly, brushing his kisses over the knuckles and fingers.
He could feel the young boy shiver.
***
Trowa looked into the eyes of the angel in front of him, holding his hands and bringing it up to the full lips.
Trowa shuddered as the man's mouth touched his hands, razed slowly on the knuckles and fingers...
He half closed his eyes in ecstacy, something he know not about. Something new to him.. then he heard, the answer to his question.
"If.." he heard the crystal clear voice of the angel, "If you want, let me..."
Trowa could say nothing, but nod.
***
They laid there on the soft ground surrounded by tall grasses and flowers. The wind blew mixtures of peony petals, cherry blossoms and myriad of scents. Trowa flat on his back studied the man who was looming on top of him.
They are both undressed, Trowa blushed. And the man, hair hanging like a curtain around him, as he lowered his face down to Trowa's own. A serene smile on that beautiful face.
"I wouldn't want to do this to you, child, if you are not sure..."The slender finger traced the jawline, sending shivers up the young pilot's spine. "I wouldn't want to be hell for you..."
Trowa collected his will to speak out, "No... I wanted this... please..."
The slender finger travelled even downwards slowly, along the jawline, across the lips, down the chin, throat, the crook, chest...
everywhere...
Trowa felt tears welling in his eyes. He's confused.
/Isn't this what I want? Why am I crying?/
Zechs lowered himself, so he seemed to shield the boy completely from the world. "Cry, child... There is nothing wrong with it..."
Whispers of sweet words...
Whispers of touches...
And tears trickled down.
Zechs touched the young boy at the chin and made those watery eyes look at him. "Tell me... If I can be of help..."
His hand created idle circle around the boy's right nipple, the other traced the salty path on the pale face, and he rained kisses on the soft pliant mouth.
Trowa looped his hands tightly around the man, as if afraid that the man would disappear. He burrowed his head inside the beautiful crook of the neck...
The scent of heaven...
The angel from heaven...
On earth...
"I am just lonely..." he admitted truthfully.
Zechs looked up and eyed the heavy lidded crystal orbs... "Don't you have friends?"
"I... I don't know.." Trowa looked the other way, feeling he couldn't bring himself up to look at the beautiful man.
Zechs kept his quiet and let his hands roam...
Trowa shuddered as the hands travelled onto his abdomen. "You don't know?"
That voice... like a song...
Angel... lover...
/Now wait a second, Trowa... where does that come from?/ Trowa mused suddenly. Instead of delving himself into his thoughts he said, "I don't know... I just feel.. oh well, I have friends, those who cared for me... But there is still an empty hollow inside me."
Zechs didn't say anything but continued his ministration. He felt that it was best to stay quiet that time... best to be quiet.
"I..." the young pilot started again, as the young hand moved across Zechs body... imitating every move that Zechs had done.
Hands over chests...
Lean legs over lean legs...
Lips over lips...
their body moved at the same rhythm... joined in the soft orchestration of the wind... the natural scent of love...
Like a mother...
Like a brother...
Like a lover...
Zechs mused silently as he passed his hands carelessly over the crotch of the younger man. He felt the boy gripped his shoulderblades
tightly that it hurts.
"I've never..." Trowa mused.
Zechs lifted his right hand and traced lazy lines over the jawbone of the younger one. "I know... I am not blind not to know..."
A passing silent, as they froze in the painful lock they let themselves in. "Will you let me?" Zechs hesitated.
The boy couldn't say anything, but that was enough for Zechs... he knew, he understand.
"Don't worry, child, I'll be careful... I'd hate to hurt you..."
Trowa could only sigh. "I believe you."
***
Trowa shut his eyes tightly, as he held on to the older man's fingers. Then hesitantly he brought it down to his crotch. "It hurts here... so much..."
Softly, Zechs released his fingers and stroked the shaft slowly. "It hurts here?"
"Yes... tell me, what is of this feeling..."
Zechs smiled and he didn't say anyhthing. Instead he touched it there, and he touched it here. at perfect timings as the hands of another touched him childishly in random places.
/Pain/
/Pleasure/
/Lust/
/Love/
/That is what you feel, child.../
/Too young to know... but eventually you will/
Neither say any words else than silent sighs, gasps and moans. None other sounds, except the rustle of the grass and leaves through the wind, punctuated the exchange of pleasure of the two beings.
Zechs placed himself in between of the younger's two legs, a bit hesitant at the younger man's tantrum. It wasn't exactly tantrums... but, then...
Trowa gave out a little moan, and Zechs leaned closer and whispered into the ears of the boy. "This might hurt you know..."
But a sharp shake of the head told Zechs to go on. "Then tell me, when it hurts..."
***
Trowa couldn't understand why such pleasure must come with such pain. He felt as if he had been taken apart into two. He clung tightly onto the older man, as if he was the last strand of life...
/Life.../
/"Get a life!" He heard Heero/
/he heard himself/
/Life/
Trowa felt this sharp pain in his head as he tried to think deeply. So he gave in. Concentrating at the new feeling that surfaced at the other man's idle thrust.
Concentrating on the crook of the neck that he rested his head on.
Concentrating on the pebble like nipple that he played with.
Concentrating on the pulse that he felt under his tongue as he grazed the beautifully carved neck of the older man...
Concentrating on every intricate beauty that the man possessed.
Concentrating...
so he won't lose his new found friend...
so he won't lose his new found lover...
and...
he moaned barely audible, for both of them to hear,
as he felt a sudden release
and lightness...
as he pressed himself more tightly to the hard, lean man,
as he swore he could hear the sensual ripple of the muscles under his body...
as he could hear the slow gasps that came out from the lips of his
lover...
Trowa found release...
/Get a life, Trowa!/
he sighed.
/I already have. I found it at last, Heero.../
/Here... with him... he is life itself/
And as the older one touched his lips with a soft thumb and moved slowly,
as the older one gently released himself,
he clung to the neck of the man
inhaling every fragrance of the life he just had,
Loss of innocence...
not that it mattered.
He found life...
And a light kiss passed between them before he tumbled into drowsy sleep.
***
Zechs awaken as the sun began to set. He felt the rustle of fabric against his skin.
He could barely remember the young boy that had sparked his self searching.
As he remembered, the boy... who needed a friend, a family,
just like him
the boy tasted the sweetness of innocence...
tasted every bit like what he was... very familiar
he languidly traced a finger across his own body, tracing the aftermath of passion, tracing the feeling of the small childish body
against him...
a circle around the nipple,
the small bite there... on his throbbing pulse...
and the sweet sensation as he entered the boy...
the moan, the groan, the gasps...
Then it dawned to him,
there's no one else left but him,
the boy had left...
/damn you/ he muttered, as a slow crystal tear rolled off onto his delicate cheek, still flushed after the tryst he had.
/why can't once i woke up with someone...
anyone...
beside me?/
and the soft rustle of the leaves against the wind
the fragrance of the garden
lull him to sleep
with a tight knot in his chest.
***
Trowa walked to the direction of the sunset... his steps lighter than he could even think of...
there is something in him that changed forever...
everything around him seemed very different. The skies are brighter,
the birds' songs are sweeter,
the wind brought happiness, not sadness like they used to,
the flowers more beautiful,
questions seem to vanish,
he is not alone now,
he is with friends,
with a family...
and all of these,
because he had met Life...
face to face.
~owari!
and tbc, to third part (Zechs and Quatre!)
before I move on to writing, any ideas for that???
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