June 13, 2000
Type: shonen-ai (mostly 3+2 - some 1+2 some 4+2 some
5+2)(some OOCness)
Rating: PG-13(ish)(for now)
Trowa headed down the hall, his target was locked and he would be damned if he was detured from his mission. The door was in sight. He looked around to see if anyone was nearby, only to hear the click of a door shutting. Heero's to judge by the direction the sound came from.
Objective 1: Reach Target's Room
Objective complete
Objective 2: Infiltration
In progress
Trowa pushed the door open just enough to let his slim form slip in. /Soon.../ he thought as he made his way to the bed, /Soon I will no longer have to content myself with mearly looking.../
He gazed donw at the lithe boy laying tangled in the sheets. The sheets were pushed down to about his waist and his long, graceful legs shown in a tantalizing patern. The boy's hair had come lose from it's braid and some of the tresses fell in a chestnut waterfall off the side of the bed.
Trowa stood in awe of the beauty before him. Duo was fey in more than one sense of the word, which made him all the more beautiful and enticing. Yes, Quatre held similar beauty, but in that cute, innocent sort of way that was not to be spoiled or tainted. Trowa knew what Duo'd been through, he could see it in the boy's eyes sometimes. They were alike in that aspect, both of them ruined yet somehow this beauty was not spoiled or soured by it. Maybe that's one reason he was drawn to the open, kind, trusting, truthful, albeit talkitive, American.
/They say fimiliarity breeds contempt. Not always true. Sometimes it's the common bond that binds the soul to another... And, too, don't they say that opposites attract?/ Trowa thought as he gazed in wonderment as the dreaming boy smiled, his featured highlighted in the moonlight.
The boy before him, although smiling, was not the Duo Maxwell, with the manic grin, he knew. No this was a creature of another world. Some lone, lost forest or water nymph, perhaps. Maybe one of the beings that rode the moonbeams to Earth...
Absently Trowa noted that it was quite late and there was a new mission tomorrow, With reluctance, he silently bid his beloved farwell, resisting the urge to kiss the boy, and made his departure.
As he slowly made his way back to his designated room, he noted a silent figure up and about.
"Quatre...?" Trowa said, "What are you doing out so late?"
"I could ask you the same," came the cheerful reply, "Just needed a walk..."
Trowa noted that the blonde's cheeks gained a fair amount of red to them when he spoke this, but decided the boy'd probably had a dream (AN: *cough cough*) or something and decided to walk it off.
"Goodnight, Quatre..." Trowa said entering his room.
"Oyasumi nasai, Trowa..." Quatre said, walking on down the hall.
TBC
End Part Two
Next: It's Quatre's turn... Who will get the boy? Who will win his heart? <evil grin>
AN: The things about the many definitions of 'Fey'...
Fey /fa/ adj. strange; otherworldly; whimsical (OE
{Old English}: doomed to die)
Fay /fa/ n. A fairy; elf. (OF {Old French}: fae,
faie)(F {French}: fée)
Fay /fa/ n. (Archaic) Faith. (OF: fei {see FAITH})
The spellings are interchangable... just thought I'd let you know what I was meaning... <smiles>
(:./willow/res2)
