Quatre

He looks at the window. His lithe fingers touching the window now clouded with the rain drops. He heaved a sigh & closes his eyes. He bit his lips & closes his eyes. He leaned his head on the window. He was always like this when it is raining. All of his pain, suffering & sadness falls down like the downpour the pours over the entire L4 colony. It was a ritual.....practically a tradition.

Trowa was on a mission. & he worried greatly over his taciturn friend. He misses him greatly. He was the only one left in the safe house. Each of the pilot have their own mission.

A thought passes through his mind. 'What if Trowa was captured?!' He gasped. 'Oh I hope not.' He tired to entertain himself back while with some cooking & house cleaning. A leisure he rarely experience. Being rich, he cannot afford to do menial domesticated works. Like cleaning or cooking. Being a pilot grants him all the privilege.

He smiled & tried to count the raindrops falling on the once arid land. Suppose he could watch some television or tune up his Gundam. But he never enjoyed any of them. This day he feels more sullen yet more on the normal side.

Sigh, what he enjoy doing in his free time is to think of the lanky pilot with sharp earth bangs & emerald eyes. He could never lie to himself about his feeling about the pilot of Heavyarms. Despite how it opposes his culture & religion, no matter how his father will despise him once he have known he had fallen in love with another man. & it feels like betraying himself.

'I'm not so sure anymore.'

But then he couldn't stop from thinking about Trowa. Daydreaming about Trowa kissing him. He blushed. He dreamed about Trowa declaring his love for him. He giggled. 'What is wrong with me?' He feels awkward laughing at nothing. 'It is not good for the health to be alone.' He admonished himself. 'I wonder how Heero & Trowa could stand it.' He blew a bang from his eyes. & support his head in the couch.

Quatre could feel himself getting drowsier & drowsier by the minute. He yawned. "I should go back to my room & sle.." but before he was entitled to finish his sentence, he fell into dreamland.

Trowa

He fumbled his keys inside his pockets. He insert the keys. This is his problem with their safe houses. Since they are abandoned & old they are so archivist.

He turned the knob & he examined the whole place noticing that the room was neater & it was dimmer. Probably because of the drizzle & the new thicker drapes. He shrug off his sodden coat & hang it. 'Well another mission accomplished.' He felt his stomach craving for food. He entered the living room. & saw a crumpled figure lying over the couch his head hidden by his lax hands & his body facing the window. Rays of sunlight highlighted the frail frame.

Once he remember to breathe, he smiled fondly. his hunger forgotten. His steps were light & he sit besides the boy.

His fingers touch the golden silk. His breathing even with the fain exhalation. Quatre seems to yield in his chance as he leaned his head closer to Trowa.

He was afraid to touch Quatre. He is afraid to hurt & sully him. Because Quatre's innocence is very fragile. He never wants to shatter that. He was afraid of rejection that Quatre won't be his friend anymore. He sighed. & that is what he fears the most; to lose Quatre.

He could never think of Quatre being married. His heart is filled with jealousy & pain. He wish he could kiss Quatre & make Quatre his. All he dream about is to be with Quartet for the rest of his life.

Quatre faced him now. & he placed a light kiss on his cheeks. Trowa's heart almost jumped though his face was impassive as ever. When Quatre scrunched up & his brows knitted. Then he smiled.

Trowa breathed a relief. he relaxed once again. 'All I want is to make you happy.' He guide his fingers to Quatre's face.

"Mmmmmmmm Trowa."

Trowa was shocked no, ecstatic. Quatre dreams of him. He smiled fondly. "I love you." He whispered.

Quatre

Quatre opened his cerulean eyes. His eyes still layered with sleep. he rub it sleepily & yawned cutely.

"Mmmmmmm." he opened his eyes & found emerald eyes staring back at him. "Trowa?" He asked tentatively. Trowa smiled & brush his golden hair. Quatre yelped & immediately pull back. e bowed his head down, blushing. He didn't see the passing hurt in Trowa's eyes.

"Ano....uhhhmmmmm.." He didn't know what to say.

Trowa hold his hand & squeeze it warmly. Quatre look up. "I should have wake you with a kiss." Quatre's eyes widen. Trowa flicked back a stray hair out of Quatre's eyes. He rubbed his knuckles on Quatre's cheek.

'What have I decided?' Trowa asked himself. 'No matter what I love him.....I'm sorry but I have to be selfish.

"Trowa uhhhhhhh.... you're back." he babbled. He hoped this is not a dream. His heart is pounding madly to his chest.

"It's not." Quatre blushed. Trowa read his thoughts.......how? Is that an extension of my Uchuu no Kokoro?

Trowa kissed Quatre chastely on his lips. Then pulled back awaiting for a reaction. Quatre's chin trembled. 'I shouldn't hope, he is playing with me.' Trowa caressed his lips, making Quatre shiver.

He bridged the gap between them. "I'm sorry Quatre......" Trowa took a deep breath. Quatre's hopes fell. "...I can't help it I love you...I loved you ever since I saw you my little angel. & if you don't feel the same it's ok. His hands fell.

'No!!' he shouted inwardly to Trowa.

"Love me?" he asked unsurely. Trowa looked him in the eyes. Now full with tenderness. "Yes little one, from the first time we met." Quatre, touch the lanky boy's face. his fingers trembling. Trowa looked at him full of hope in his eyes. Trowa enclosed Quatre's hands with his own. He rubbed his cheeks tenderly. "Yes, Little One; I love you."

Quatre couldn't believe his ears. 'Is Trowa making fun of him? No. Trowa is not like that, he wouldn't do anything that malevolent.' "Tr-trowa?" His voice sounds so small & unsure, he hated it.

Trowa once again felt his whole world shatter. he can feel through Quatre's voice the disappointment & resentment upon hearing his declaration of love. "I-it's ok Quatre if you don't feel the same......I-I guess you must hate me now.....I understand." He couldn't stand seeing Quatre's pained eyes. He finally stood up & was going to leave the safe house suddenly everything feels so dark. He didn't have the spirit to keep fighting. 'I'm sorry my angel.'

'Trowa?....Trowa loves me!!' He look up & saw Trowa's retreating back. "No!!" He shouted. He rushed & hug Trowa's back. He paused. "I love you too. Please...Please don't leave me. I love you Trowa I do I do I love you." Quatre is crying madly now soaking Trowa's usual green turtle neck.

Trowa closed his eyes. 'Quatre.' He faced the blonde boy. He lift his chin. He couldn't bear seeing Quatre's tears. "Please no more tears." He caress Quatre's chin & kiss him softly on the lips feelin Quatre sob. "I will never ever leave you." & he put his arms around him. Hugging the smaller boy tight. His cheeks rubbing through the sturdy chest of Trowa. "I love you."

Quatre look back at him & smiled. Trowa wiped his tears. "I-I love you too." They just look in each others eyes relishing the feel of being close to each other. Time stood still for them. 'Finally you are mine & no one in this universe will, take you away from me. This I promise.'

"I'm sorry I bothered your sleeping angel. I was too engrossed on watching you." Trowa smiled. "It's ok Trowa." he rubbed his cheek through the green fabric.

Trowa hauled Quatre up. Lifting the petite boy up. Quatre instinctively put his arms around Trowa's neck. "I guess, you should continue sleeping in the bed." Trowa smiled at Quatre.

Quatre look away & blushed. "uuuhhhhhhh...." Trowa laughed & opened their room.