16-Jan-2001
Hiyas!! It seems like It's been a long time since I posted... this is a new fic snippet, and I'm sending a teasing Interlude I wrote for Separate Selves, that goes after part 12... as always, my fics are at Tyr's site, and C&C is very much wanted, but please send it to johnston_parkridge@yahoo.com
AU, yaoi, don't own the G-boys, etc etc...
"Trowa! Manager wants to see you in his office!"
Trowa Barton glanced slowly up from where he was crouched by the lion's cage, and nodded, once. His single visible eye betrayed the slightest glimpse of curiosity, as he gracefully got to his feet and turned, in one smooth movement.
Why would the Manager want to see him? The Bloom-Barton throwing act was going well; in fact, the entire circus was steadily growing and improving. After the Mariemaia Incident, peace had finally been assured, and people had wanted to celebrate. The circus was an ideal place; attendance had doubled, and doubled again, and continued steady for months. The circus had enough profit to buy some new equipment, and hire several new workers. Interviews were going on that very day, in fact.
Coming up to the manager's tent, he paused. It wasn't possible to knock on canvas effectively. Instead he merely pulled the flap open ever so slightly and said, "You wanted to see me," his tone supplicant and questioning.
"Ah, Trowa, come in," the manager nodded, waving him to enter. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of another person, probably an applicant for a job, standing motionless in the shadows. He ignored the figure, his eyes shadowed by his sweep of light brown hair. The Manager continued speaking.
"Trowa, one of the new prospects used you as a reference on his application form. You know him?" Trowa followed the jerk of the man's hand in the direction of the other figure, who stepped forward slightly. His emerald eyes moved upward, to the face, and he was shocked to see familiar, intense cobalt blue eyes staring back at him.
Heero! Looking almost exactly as he had when they'd last met; green tanktop, faded jeans, his hair still eternally mussed and beautiful. Still achingly perfect. Memories flooded his mind; he couldn't stop them.
<Bare golden skin, slick with sweat, pressed against him; blue eyes fierce but filled with longing, tenderness, he was drowning in their depths; every breath is a flash of heat against the pale skin of his collarbone... He smells like gunpowder and metal... but he tastes like heaven...>
Trowa nodded slowly, swallowing to wet his suddenly dry throat, to force words from lips gone numb with shock and tingling with the ghostly memory of kisses.
"Yes... I know him..."
End teaser
Heh heh heh heh heh! Eeeevil me!!! *giggle* This snippet actually came out of a dream I had this morning, where Relena was still stalking Heero, and Duo also had a crush, but Heero only had eyes for Trowa... and the feeling was mutual!
(:./madcat/runoff)
