Return to Triste Fanfiction
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�Like I said before, it�s not much.� Heero sounded almost apologetic as he
ushered Trowa into the small apartment. Trowa looked around him, his impassive
stare taking in the tiny living room, the even tinier kitchen.
�It�ll do,� was all he said. He set his bags down on the floor and shrugged
out of his coat, hanging it up on the rack before staring at Heero expectantly.
�I�ll take the sofa.�
Heero frowned at that. �I�ll take the sofa,� he said firmly. �You can have the
bed.�
They stared at each other for a moment, neither one willing to back down just
yet. Finally, Trowa said, �The bed looks big enough. We�ll share.� And with
that, he turned and headed into the kitchen. Heero blinked, taken aback
slightly, but he followed the taller boy, watching as Trowa investigated the
contents of the cupboards.
�We�ll need to get some more groceries in tomorrow,� he announced, peering
into one of the cupboards. His expression brightened a little when he saw a
packet of pasta near the back, but his face fell when he saw the expiry date.
Shaking his head, he placed it on the counter top as he continued his search for
anything that was edible and in date.
�We could always order take out you know,� Heero said. �That�s what most
people do when they don�t have anything to cook, right?�
�So I�ve heard,� Trowa murmured, moving over to the refrigerator and opening
the door. The cupboards had been pretty bare themselves, but the refrigerator
was totally empty. Maybe that was a good thing though, Trowa thought to himself.
It didn�t look as though anyone had been here in a while so it was probably a
good thing that the fridge was as empty as it was. He looked up at Heero from
where he was crouched and raised an eyebrow. �I vote for take out.�
Heero nodded and walked off into the living room. �Any preferences?� he
called.
�Whatever you want is fine,� Trowa replied.
By the time their food had arrived, Trowa had almost finished cleaning out the
kitchen. The food that looked safe to eat had been placed away neatly while the
remainder had been left out for the trash.
Heero was amused by Trowa�s orderliness, but kept quiet and let him do his
job. Trowa wordlessly brought in plates and cutlery, setting them down on the
table. �Pizza?� he asked, quirking one eyebrow.
�It was the only place that was open at this time,� Heero told him. Trowa
merely shrugged and together, they ate their meal in silence. Heero was startled
when he heard Trowa speak his name. He looked up to see what it was that Trowa
wanted and then he froze when the taller boy leaned forward and swiped his thumb
over his lower lip.
�You had some tomato sauce on your lip,� Trowa said casually, going back to
eating his own food. Heero continued to stare at Trowa, watching him eat. He
realised he�d been staring an awful lot lately, but thankfully, Trowa didn�t
seem offended. �Heero, eat your meal before it gets cold,� Trowa murmured, not
even looking up. Heero frowned. How did he do that? How did he always seem to
know when he was being stared at?
Nevertheless, he did as Trowa suggested, hurriedly finishing off the rest of
his meal. Food for Heero was for nourishment rather than for pleasure. As long
as it was edible, then it would suffice. He knew from personal experience that
Trowa liked to cook though. Heero suddenly found himself wondering what else
Trowa liked to do for fun.
�Trowa, you�re a musician, right?�
�I try to be,� Trowa replied, getting up to clear away their things.
�Quatre mentioned it one time,� Heero added. �I�ve never heard you play
though.�
He took off after Trowa and entered the kitchen, leaning against the counter
as he watched the taller boy begin washing their plates. �What *do* you play?�
Heero asked curiously.
�The flute,� Trowa told him, handing him one of the plates. Heero took it and
dried it, placing it away on one of the shelves.
�Would you play for me?�
�I would if I had a flute to play.� Trowa passed him another plate.
�You don�t have your own flute?�
Trowa shook his head in response, waiting until Heero had finished drying the
plate and put it away before handing over a couple of the knives they had used
earlier. �It�s getting late. We should get some sleep.� He accepted the towel
from Heero and dried his hands.
�I�ll make the bed,� Heero told him, not waiting for a response before heading
off into the bedroom. He shook out a couple of sheets and laid them out on the
bed, surveying them critically for a moment and then smoothing out the creases.
Trowa liked things neat. Heero knew he would never complain about anything as
trivial as untidy sheets, but he made sure they were neat anyway.
Heero frowned when he realised that there was only one pillow. He added
bedding to the mental list of things to buy in the morning along with food.
Stripping down to his boxer shorts, he waited for Trowa to finish up in the
bathroom.
It wasn�t much longer when the other boy came into the bedroom. Heero noticed
that he smelled like soap and toothpaste. Before he even knew what he was doing,
Heero had turned towards Trowa and leaned up on his tiptoes, touching his lips
to Trowa�s. He tasted like toothpaste too, Heero soon discovered.
Trowa�s hands came to settle gently on Heero�s shoulders, not pulling him
closer, but not moving away either. Heero�s hands rested at Trowa�s waist,
feeling the warmth of his skin through the sweater he still wore.
He broke the kiss finally and stared up at Trowa to try and gauge his
reaction. Trowa was smiling down at him, his expression softening in a way that
Heero had only ever seen once before and that look had been directed at Quatre.
To have Trowa looking at him in that way made him feel heady and he tightened
his grip on the taller boy�s waist.
Trowa moved a hand from Heero�s shoulder to the side of his face, cupping his
cheek gently. Heero turned his head slightly, nuzzling Trowa�s palm. Curious, he
darted his tongue out over Trowa�s skin. Just as Trowa�s mouth had tasted like
toothpaste, his hand tasted like the soap he had used to wash himself with.
Trowa leaned down a little and kissed the top of Heero�s head before pulling
away. �Go wash up, then come to bed,� he said softly. Heero nodded, feeling cold
now that he�d lost the closeness of their bodies and he hurried into the
bathroom.
When he returned, Trowa was already in the bed, sitting so that his back was
propped up against the headboard. Heero hit the light switch on the wall,
waiting a couple of seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dark before making his
way over to the bed. Trowa held the sheets back for him, waiting until Heero was
settled and then threw the blankets over them both.
They lay there side by side in silence. Heero listened to the steady sound of
Trowa�s breathing and wondered what he was thinking. He remembered Trowa�s
earlier words when he admitted that he didn�t have an instrument of his own.
Heero wondered how much it would cost to buy a flute for Trowa. He wanted to ask
the taller boy to see if he knew, but then decided against it. He wanted it to
be a surprise.
Heero had never given anybody a gift before, but if he were to give one to
anybody, it would be Trowa. Being around Trowa like this was opening him up to
new experiences. Just as he�d never bought anyone a gift before, he�d never
kissed anyone before, never had anyone read to him before.
In the past, Heero would have dismissed such things as foolish and frivolous,
but now...things had changed. He had changed. Now that he no longer had to
fight, he wasn�t sure he had anything left to live for, didn�t think he had any
purpose left in life.
Suddenly, Heero felt cold. He inched closer to Trowa and rested his head on
the taller boy�s chest. Trowa sighed and wrapped an arm around Heero�s
shoulders. Like the kiss earlier, Heero hadn�t needed to ask for permission,
he�d just done it. For some reason, it felt natural for him to be kissing Trowa,
for them to be lying together like this. It felt right.
He listened to the sound of Trowa�s heartbeat, letting it lull him into sleep
and for the first time in months, Heero�s dreams were peaceful.