Trowa arrived and after getting settled in his hotel room immediately began his search. Starting with the clinic. He began to show around a photo of Quatre. Nobody seemed to reckonize him though. It seemed as though it was a waste of time as he stared at the photo when a nurse finally looked at the photo for a long time. “Do you know him?” he asked hopefully.

“Oh yes sorry. I had to take a closer look to be sure.”

“Why is that?”

“Well it’s just he’s dressed differently and I’ve never seen him smile before.”

“Never? how long have you known him?” he couldn’t believe it Quatre was such a happy person.

“He has worked here about a year and a half.”

Trowa walked the streets hoping to find him. He couldn’t believe it. Quatre had worked there for that long and she hadn’t seen him smile. His smile could warm anyone’s heart. He felt that he was missing something but unsure of what. Why would he come here?

As Trowa continued to walk a man jumped out at him and shoved him against a the wall. He pulled out a knife and hit him knocking Trowa to the ground. The man stood over him and was about to hit him again when someone punched him first in the chest then in the face. He picked up Trowa and carried him away.

Trowa began to wake up with an excrutiating headache. He was on a coach. A figure appraoched him he immediately knew who it was . “Quatre?” he held a cup of tea out to him. Trowa accepted it and thanked him. Trowa couldn’t help but stare Quatre backed away and sat in a chair across from him.

“You should be more careful. Around here it’s dangeous.” Quatre stated.

“Quatre where have you been?”

“Here.”

“Why?”

“It’s home.”

“You don’t belong here. You should be where it’s safe with your family. Your friends have been worried about you.”

Quatre looked at him with disbelief in his eyes. Why had Trowa come here?

“Have you been well? Trowa.”

“Yes. Don’t change the subject what happened to you? Is this because of me?”

“Formed quite a high opinion of yourself I see. Not everything in my life revolves around you Trowa.”

He sounded so cold why? What has happened to my angel. He’d never seen Quatre so distant before he’s barely talking why does this seem familuar.

“what happened?”

“why do you suddenly care now you never did before.” ***Flashback****

“I don’t Love you.”

***End Flashback***

Those words replayed in his mind he had to mentally shake himself out of it. He didn’t want to be dragged back there again. He needed to move on.

“Quatre I know your hiding from me. Stop it this isn’t you.”

“How the hell would you know. Every time we got close you pulled away from me. I was always there for you threw your pain. We would be holding eachother one minute and the next you would be backing away from me. WHY ARE YOU HERE? Why don’t you just go back to werever it is you came from. You don’t have to worry about me I’m happy here.”

“You’re doing what I used to do you’re lying to yourself. Don’t make my mistake. Don’t become me.”

“i’m my own person.”

“The Quatre I knew would never run away.”

“I didn’t run away. I ran to something. I can’t explain it.”

“Please try.”

“What for what’s the point.”

Trowa rose to his feet and immediately felt dizzy he began to fall forward. Quatre ran to him and caught him. He touched his face soothingly. He gently sat him back down. He was so gentle and kind this was the Quatre he remembered maybe he wasn’t as lost as he made himself out to be.

“Take a easy. Your still hurt just rest for a while.” Trowa did as he was told.

He watched Quatre as he began to clean up his place. He seemed as though he was doing it to avoid him. “Just so you know I didn’t come here to get away from you Trowa. I just needed to think.”

“Tell me.” Quatre turned away he couldn't bare to look at Trowa as he told him this.

“I killed one of my sisters.”

To be continued....