The Prince and the Two-faced Clown: Part 3

All I can say is read the parts from before so you know what's going on. Warnings? Characters not mine. Story is. Trowa's the prince. Quatre's the clown. But if you didn't know that you have to go to the parts before.

"........" talking *........* action italics thinking [.........] translation
<<<............>>> dream sequence or flashback.

ps. there's a special part in there for *Kelley* Love ya! ^_^

<<< Thunder shook the ground. Dark clouds gathered, blocking out the setting sun. White light charged down from the sky, hitting a tree and splitting it in two. A few drops of rain, then a heavy down pour. The sound of heavy breathing could be heard as a little boy's feet pounded on the ground. Dirt covered hands wiped the water from his eyes. Another round of roaring thunder sent the boy cowering on the ground, covering his ears. But as the thunder died down, a more horrible sound filled the air. Wails of pain and despair. The little boy picked himself up off the ground and continued running.

Around the boy are bodies of the dead. Some had swords sticking out from them, while others were impaled by various spears. The little boy looked down to see that his feet were bare. The ground was stained red with the blood of the fallen. More screams filled the air accompanied by the winnie of horses.>>>

Blonde hair whipped back and forth as the figure on the bed tossed and turned. Sweat covered the figure's body, soaking the expensive white silk sheets.

<<< Blue eyes peered up at the face of an old women. She smiled warmly at the child. Her face was soiled by dirt and dry blood. A wrinkled hand moved to brush soft blond strands from the boys face. Her smile dissappeared and was replaced by an agonizing cry before she slumped over the little boy, covering him with her body.>>>

Strong hands gripped the silk sheets, threating to rip the material. The figure tossed more violently, whimpering as he continued to toss and turn.

<<< The old woman's mouth moved but no sound came out. She lifted the little boy slightly, putting him into large, stong arms. The old lady smiled one last time, then her body went slack and her face fell into the mud. The little boy cried out and reached towards the old lady but the arms held him back. Tears filled those beautiful blue eyes. The little boy looked up at the person who was carrying him. A large man with a strange haircut looked down at him. There were tears in the large man's eyes too. Next, the large man is running across the body laden field. The screams of pain and anguish never ceasing.>>>

The sun had risen and is shining brightly in the sky. Birds chirped joyously as they flew freely in the sky. Prince Trowa walked down the hall with a slight smile on his face. All the workers in the castle stared stunned as he walked by but after shaking themselves, greeted the prince merrily. Dressed in his royal robes, Trowa stopped infront of a large door. Out of habit, he straightened his clothes, then rapped twice on the wooden surface. Nothing. He knocked again. Still nothing. Trowa narrowed his eyes in annoyance. He knocked again. When all he got was the same response, the prince let out a deep breath, and pushed the door open. He peered around the room. Everything seemed in order. Then he looked towards the bed. Trowa found what he was looking for but not exactly in the shape he had expected. Quatre was tossing and turning, throwing the sheets off the bed. The prince placed his hands on his hips, quite annoyed that his guest was such a restless sleeper. Stroling over he picked up a pillow that had been thrown on the ground and replaced it on the bed.

"Oi. It's morning. Time to wake up."

Quatre didn't respond. He continued twisting about on the bed. Trowa let out a very unprincely grunt, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Reaching down, he brushed those long blond bangs away from Quatre's face. Only then did he realize that Quatre was completely drenched by his own perspiration. Trowa's eye widened in surprise. He shook the figure a bit, trying to wake him from the nightmare, but it was no use. Quatre's breathing was ragged and every now and then, let out a soft whimper.

<<< The little boy is now flying through the air. He lands on his arm with a sickening crunch. Still the boy gets up and turns to look behind him. The large man was now surrounded by five knights on horses. Each had a spear in hand. The man yelled something at the little boy, then the spears came down. One impailed him after the other until he resembled a porcupine. The knights then turned to the boy. He froze for a moment, then started to run.>>>

The prince had gotten a face cloth and is currently wiping the sweat off of Quatre's brow. It didn't seem to soothe the clown+dancer one bit. A look of worry etched Trowa's features as he rinsed out the towel in cold water, then continued wiping the sweat off Quatre's body.

<<<The little blonde boy held a bloody scrimitar in his hands. His legs are cut and he is sitting in a pool of blood. A white horse road up to the boy. The rider had on a large red cloak, with fuzzy white trim. His armour shone like new. The man looked down at the boy with piercing green eyes. The man's mouth moved but the sound is drowned out by various screams coming from all around. The man unsheathed his sword, pointed it at the boy's chest, then..........>>>

Quatre's eyes flashed open as he let out an ear piercing scream. Sitting up, he huddled himself into a small ball, hands covering his chest and shaking. Trowa had been totally shocked by the scream and barely kept himself from falling off the bed. Depositing the face cloth in the pan, he placed a supportive hand on Quatre's shoulder. The blonde turned to face him with unseeing eyes. Before he knew what hit him, Trowa found himself wrapping his arms protectively around the boy. Finding comfort in his warmth Quatre moved closer, encircling the prince's neck with his own arms. Trowa could tell that the blonde was fighting back tears and so, tightened his embrace.

They stayed in that position until Quatre's breathing slowed down. Trowa marvelled at how the sun's rays seemed to bounce off Quatre's hair and skin, making it seem like he was glowing. A gentle breeze came in through the patio, blowing that stylish bang away from the prince's face. He felt oddly at peace, and wanted the moment to last forever. But of course, all good things must come to an end.

Quatre shifted to look at the face of his quiet supporter. Blinking twice, the blurry vision slowly cleared to reveal emerald green eyes. His supporter smiled faintly at him, but Quatre didn't see. His mind reeled as his own eyes grew wide as saucers. With surprising strength, he pushed the prince away causing him to fall very comically backwards, feet sticking in the air. Quatre drew back away from that edge of the bed as if some monster would emerge from it. Again, his breathing turned ragged and laboured.

The sound of shuffling from the floor, then a hand pressed down on the bed, pulling the rest of the body up. Trowa's face peeked out from the edge. He rubbed the back of his head, wincing as he encountered a bump. He glared at Quatre.

"A very good morning to you too."

The sound of Trowa's voice seemed to snap Quatre out of whatever daze he was in. He shook his head a few times to clear it, then looked the prince over. Nodding as if satisfied with what he saw, he let out a deep breath.

Quatre: "It's just you."

Trowa: "Who did you think it was."

Quatre: "Not you." *looks away*

Trowa: "........"

Quatre: "......"

The clown/dancer looked about the room. It was furnished with a large walk-in closet on his right, a dresser straight ahead, and a patio on his left. The bed he was sleeping in was enormous to say the least, with a canopy over top and translucent fabric hanging from it. All the sheets were made from the finest silks. The pillows stuffed with feathers and dawn. Finally, Quatre's eyes came to settle on the prince again.

Quatre: "Where am I?"

Trowa: "In a guestroom."

Quatre: "In?"

Trowa: "A castle."

Quatre: "Why?"

Trowa: "Because I brought you here."

Quatre: "For?"

Trowa: "Rest."

The conversation didn't seem to please the clown/dancer one bit for he crossed his arms over his chest and let out a deep breath.

Quatre: "Do you have a daily word limit or something?"

Trowa: "No."

Quatre: "........."

Trowa:   "........."

Quatres: *pulls legs up and hugs his knees*     "Gomen ne."         [sorry]

Trowa: "For what?"

Quatre: "Pushing you on the floor."

Trowa: *chuckles*     "That was unexpected."       *slight smile*

Quatre: *smiles*     "That looks nice on you. You know, you're never fully dressed without a smile."

Trowa:   "......."      *smiles wider*

Quatre: "Do you work here?"

Trowa: "Huh?"     *eye's widen*

Quatre: "Is it okay for you to bring me here?"

Trowa: "......"    He has no idea does he?

Quatre: "Hello?"     *waves hand infront of T's face*

Trowa: "It's fine."

Quatre: "Hmmm? You have nice masters. Valcon never appreciates strays. He'll probably just feed them to the lions and tigers."

Trowa:   *eyes narrow*     "Valcon is the ring master correct?"

Quatre: "Yes. I have to get back soon. Or else Lydia and Shiva will get in trouble."   *moves to get off bed*

Trowa: *holds out hand, stopping Q*    "No need to worry. Their presence has been requested."

Quatre: "Requested? We don't do requests. No matter how rich your master is."

Throwing the sheet covering his body to the side, Quatre noticed for the first time that he wasn't wearing his regular clothes, nor his costume. Instead, he had on a large dress shirt that was so big on him, it went all the way down to his thighs.

Quatre: "Um.....where are my clothes? And what am I wearing?"      *looks at T suspiciously*

Trowa: "Your dance costume was burned beyond repair. The tailor is making an identical one as we speak. As for what you have on now, that is one of my shirts."

Quatre: "It's a pretty big shirt."     *stands up and looks over himself*

Trowa:   *also stands*    "On you it does."

Quatre: "That better not be a short joke."      *glares playfully*

Trowa: *whips towel at Q's head*    "Here. Go take a shower. Someone will bring you some pants."

Quatre stretches, reaching his arms out to the sky. This action of course, causes his shirt to hike up a few good inches. It was very close, but just no quite enough to reveal anything. Leaning his head back, Quatre noticed the boy with the strange bangs turning funny shades of red. His eyes lit up with mischief when he saw that the boy hadn't stopped staring. Skilled in the art of movement, Quatre danced a few feet further, then struck a.....well the only word for it would be a sexy pose. The boy with wierd bangs turned even redder when Quatre gave him a playful wink.

Quatre:   *still posing*   "Enjoying the view?"

Trowa: *turns cherry red*      "........"        *clears his throat*

Quatre: *starts laughing*    "You look so cute!"       *starts dancing using the towel for a scarf*

Trowa: *tries to hide his smile*     "You're going to catch a cold."

Quatre:   "Says who?"

Trowa: "........"     *places hands on hips*

Quatre: "Ne. We never introduced ourselves yet."

Trowa: "........"        I don't want you to know.

Quatre: "Well?"

Trowa: "........"      How would you act around me if you found out I was the prince?

Quatre: *stops twirling*    "Guess I'll have to start. I'm Quatre Raberba Winner. Leader of the Moonlight Dancers, and balloon artiste."     *bows dramatically*    "Pleased to make your aquantance."

Trowa: "....."      Should I tell him?

Quatre:   "And you are?"

Trowa: "......"       Should I not?

Quatre: "Ano.."

Trowa: "What's a balloon artiste?"

Quatre: "What? I was just joking. I'm one of those clowns that make balloon animals for little kids. That kind of thing. But. Back on topic.   Name."     *points at T*

Trowa: (muttering)    "You didn't say the magic word."

Quatre: "Now."

Trowa: "If I tell you, you're going to change."

Quatre: "I think the correct phrase is, 'If I tell you, I'm going to have to kill you.' "

Trowa: "I like it like this."

Quatre: "And people say I'm difficult. Che! What's so special about your name? It's not like I'm going to cast a spell on you. I told you mine. I don't do that often."

Trowa: "....."      *shakes head*    "Alright. Promise you'll act the same way."

Quatre: "Depends if you turn out to be the spawn of Satan."

Trowa:   *laughs*     "Actually, my name is......"

*knock knock*

Servant: "The bath water is ready."

Quatre: *places hands on hips*      "I'm still waiting."

Trowa: *pushes Q towards the door*     "We'll talk more when you're cleaned up. And put on some pants."    *pulls down Q's shirt*

Quatre: *giggles*   "Are you sure you want me to?"    *slowly lifts up end of shirt*     *gets hit in the face by a pillow*     "Okay okay. I was just joking. Hn!"

Trowa watched as Quatre followed the servant out of the room. Heaving a deep sigh, he settled down on the bed. Then layed back with a smile on his face.

The peaceful moment was broken when Trowa noticed some moment out of the corner of his eye. He sat up on the bed and turned to face the intrusion. No gust of wind, no sparkles. A billow of black and white cloth just appeared. The black and white ensomble spread rapidly until the fabric flicked, then revealed two dark figures.

Duo: "Oi. Somebody's happy! Is it going to rain?"

Heero: "No. Weather reports said today would be sunny with 0% chance of rain."

Duo: "Hn. That was a joke you know."

Heero: "I know."

Duo: "No more cotten candy for you."

Heero: "!"    *opens and shuts mouth*

Trowa: "Is something the matter?"

Duo: "What? No. We just came to check on you. You've been in here for a while. Didn't know if clown-boy tried to kill you or not. ha ha......ha...."      *elbows H*

Heero: "So how is everything your highness?"

Trowa: "Well."

Duo: "Well?"

Trowa: "Well. Good. Fine. Take your pick."

Duo:   *hangs head in defeat*    "Somebody save me from these single-worded simpultans."

*pang*    "JYO!"     [morning]

A very agitated Wufei was tugged into the room by his over hyper wife Meiran. Wufei seemed to be in the middle of battling a headache.

Meiran: "So princy-boy. Did you get clown-turned-dancing-girl to appologize yet?"

Wufei: *hand on forehead*     "Nataku...."

Trowa:   "No."

Meiran: "No? Why not? He blatantly disrespected your majesty and his court."

Wufei: (under his breath)   "Technically you're disrespecting the prince yourself..."

Meiran: (harsh tone)     "What did you say?"

Wufei: "Nothing."

Meiran: "Good."

Trowa/Duo/Heero: *sweatdrop*          "......."

Meiran: "So when are you going to get that arogant....boy to appologize?"

Duo: "He looks like he's about the same age as us."

Trowa: "I don't need him to appologize."

Meiran: "Yeah right. He looks like he's no more than 15."

Duo: "No he doesn't!"

Meiran: "Yes he does. Just look at that face!"

Duo: "It's called a baby-face and...."

Duo/Meiran: "What? You don't?"

Wufei: "Sometimes I wonder if we're in the same time zone."

Heero: *nod nod*   "......."

Duo/Meiran:    *hisses at their respective partners*     "Then why did you bring him here?"

Trowa:   "......"     Why did I bring him here?

Somewhere else in the castle, Quatre was pretty much being treated the same way the Little Mermaid was. He played with the bath bubbles while some large, motherly-looking like maids poured water over his head.

Maid 1: "Just look at the poor dear. He's all skin and bones."

Maid 2: "We'll fix that right up and get some meat into you."

Quatre: *scrunches down* "eh.....heh heh...."

Maid 3: "Look at that hair! It's so shiny and beautiful!"

Maid 1: "Oh yes. Very nice. Better than my daughter's even."

Maid 2: "You must tell us what you do with it dear." *takes Q's arm and starts scrubbing*

Quatre: "...Um....I don't do anything to it really...."

Maid 1: "Really? Oh you are so lucky! It's so soft. I'm sure a nice red bow would look lovely in it."

Quatre: "Woah woah woah. Red bow? I don't think so!"

Maid 3: "Come now. I'm sure it would look really nice."

"NOOOOOOOO!"

Lots of splashing and many many towels later, Quatre was dry and dressed.

The maids had tried to put ribbons into his hair and stick him in a dress worthy of a princess but Quatre was a fighter, and he had, literally, faught them off. So instead, he wore Trowa's shirt from before, and a pair of tight black pants. Some stylish boots finished the combo. The maids were dissappointed that they couldn't stick him in the cinderella dress, but were pretty impressed by the end results.

Maid 2: "Oooooh. Look at him."   *spins Q around*

Maid 1: "He looks very....dashing."

Maid 3: "Almost as good as the prince himself."

Quatre: "Who?"

Maid 1: "Yes. I'm sure the prince will be very impressed."

Quatre: "Who is this prince fella? Is that some sort of musical nick name?"

Maid 2: "Why no of course not dearest. The prince is the prince. The prince of this kindom! Why how long have you lived in L3?"

Quatre: "I'm not from around here. I just came on a tour."

Maid 3: "A tour? What kind of tour?"

Quatre: "I travel with the circus. I'm a dancer mostly."

Maid 1: "A dancer? So are you here to perform for the prince?"

Quatre: "Um.....no. I don't think so. Some boy with weird hair brought me in because I was....hurt last night during a performance. Yes that's it. So....that's why I'm here."

Maid 2: "Weird hair? I don't know any servants with wierd hair. Do you?"

Maid 3: "No."

Maid 1: *shakes head*     "Uh-uh."

Maids: "What did he look like."

Quatre: *swallows hard*    "Uh.....about yeh tall..."   *signals using hands*     "....somewhat muscular build... wierd hair....covers half his face.....emerald green....."

Maids: "WHY THAT'S THE PRINCE!!"

Quatre: *jumps*    "Who..wha....where.....huh?"

*knock knock*

Servant: "Parden me. But his royal highness is waiting for master Quatre."

Quatre: "Master? Who are you calling master? And what's does his 'royal highness' want with me?"

Servant: "Sir?"

Quatre: "I've never even seen this 'prince' guy. What does he want?"

Servant: *looks at maids who shrug*    "Um....his royal highness is Prince Trowa. His majesty was with you in the guestroom earlier....."

Quatre: "THAT!?"    "IS THE PRINCE!?"    "HA! You're joking with me right?"

Servant: "Um.....no...sir. His majesty is waiting."

Quatre: *shakes his head in disbelief*      "Well I'm sure he is."

The servant led the way down a series of hallways which Quatre memorized easily. He didn't like to get lost. Especially when he didn't know the intentions of his host. Soon, they stood before a giant door that needed two people to open it. Inside was another large corridor, which eventually led to a dining hall. Trowa, was already seated at the head of the table with Heero, Duo, Wufei, and Meiran on either side of the long table. The first seat on the left was empty and the servant steered Quatre towards it. Trowa gave the servant a curt nod as Quatre sat down and looked about nervously. But that nervousness seemed to dissappear suddenly when Quatre's eyes went hard. Puzzled, Trowa looked back and forth between the blond and his companions.

Trowa: "Is something wrong?"

Quatre: "......"

Duo: "Hey. Maybe he's hungry. You haven't eaten anything yet right?"    *snaps fingers*

Almost immediately a servant came out with a plate of omlets and ham, plus baskets of various breads. The servant placed the plate infront of Quatre and the bread up near the front of the table. A glass of OJ was then placed infront of Quatre and the pitcher near the middle of the table.

Trowa: "Please. Help yourself."

Quatre:   *takes a sip of OJ*    "....."

Meiran: "My. He's quiet today. What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Wufei: "Nataku."

Meiran: "Hm!"      *turns away*

Quatre: *turns to look at T*    "......."

Trowa:   *swallows whatever he was eating*     "Something wrong?"

Quatre: "Why didn't you answer my question earlier?"

Trowa: "About?"

Quatre: "Who you are."

Trowa: "You would have found out."

Quatre: "Why can't you tell me yourself?"

Trowa: "I didn't want to at the time."

Quatre: "Why?"

Trowa: "You ask that question alot."

Quatre: "Because you make me ask it."

Trowa: "I've already said."

Quatre: "Say it again."

Trowa: *wipes off mouth*     "I didn't want you to act differently."

Quatre: "Because?"

Trowa: "I like you to act like yourself."

Quatre: "Why would I act differently?"

Trowa: "Because I'm the prince."

Quatre: "Should I be impressed?"

Silence.

Everyone within earshot stopped to look at the blond boy. Not only had he gotten Trowa to speak for the last 5 minutes, he was being rude to his majesty.

Meiran: "Teme!"

Trowa:   *holds hand up for silence*    "No. Let him speak."

Quatre:   *swirls OJ in it's glass like wine*    "I think we need to have a little chat. In private. If you will. Your majesty."

He had puncuated the last word with a tone of distain. And Trowa didn't miss it. The two got up from the long table and made their way to the gardens outside. They walked silently for a good 15 minutes. Trowa was leading the way, and finally stopped when they reached a large fountain. Quatre hopped up onto the edge and pranced around. Trowa with his usual blank face, watched him. After another extended silence, Quatre finally stopped moving, turned on his tippy toes, and faced the quiet prince.

Quatre: "What do you want from me?"

Trowa: "I never asked for anything."

Quatre:   "Which is what bothers me. Why did you bring me here?"

Trowa: "Because......I...."       *sighs*        "I don't know. But I didn't want to leave you there."

Quatre: "Leave me where? At the circus?"

Trowa: "Yes."

Quatre: "Why not? There's nothing wrong with it."

Trowa: "They were hurting you."     *takes a step forward*

Quatre: "So what?   It's always been like this."

Trowa: "Don't you want it to stop?"    *stands directly infront of Q*

Quatre looked down into those emerald green orbs. They were so clear and bright. Not like the other eyes he had looked into before, but he was no fool. The same look that Trowa earliar described as complete and utter disobedience crossed Quatre's eyes once more. Only it wasn't disobedience, it was more along the lines of arrogance.    Then he started to laugh hysterically.

Now Trowa was confused. Heck he was dumb stuck. He didn't think he had said anything funny, yet this blond boy was cracking up before him. Quatre spared a glance at Trowa's face and let loose another round of uncontrolled laughter. About another 15 minutes later, the blond finally settled down and wiped the tears from his eyes.

Quatre: "You should see the look on your face."

Trowa: "Did I say something strange?"

Quatre: "......"     *looks somewhat sad*      "No. Not strange at all."   *jumps into the fountain*    "Actually. What you said is very regular. Quite popular infact."     *kicks water at T*

Trowa:   *blocks with his hand*     "What do you mean?"

Quatre:   *uses hands to splash water*    "Tell me. What were you going to say afterwards?"

Trowa: "After what?"

Quatre: "If I said I didn't want to be hurt anymore."

Trowa: "I....."     *looks down*      "I don't know."

Quatre: "Then why did you ask? If there was no way for you to stop it, why bother?"   *flings water at T, trying to soak him*

Trowa: "You.......You could stay here."

Quatre: "Where is here?"

Trowa: "In the castle..with me."

Quatre: "You'd have to buy me off the circus."

Trowa: "Doesn't matter."

Quatre: "I won't leave without Lydia and Shiva."

Trowa: "I have lots of money."

Quatre: "What would you do with me afterwards?"

Trowa: "......watch you dance?"

Quatre: *laughs*    "That's a first. And where would I be dancing?"

Trowa: "In the royal hall? What kind of questions are these?"

Quatre: *reaches out and pulls T's face close*    "You don't get it do you. You're not the first person to do this. And not the first prince either."

Trowa: "Excuse me?"

Quatre: *strokes T's cheek*    "Alot of people have tried to....hm...shall we say....buy me. I'm very expensive for one thing. Valcon wouldn't let me go if you pried my away with a crow bar. Usually, they give up when I say they have to buy Lydia and Shiva too. Buying me is expensive enough already, more would be overwhelming. But then, there is the odd prince, princess, and even some old advisors that offer to buy me and anyone I wish. Kind of flattering, but disgusting at the same time."

Trowa:   *takes hold of Q's hand*    "Why is it disgusting? They're only trying to take you away from the abuse. You deserve better."

Quatre: "Better?   Ha. What's your idea of better. Live the rest of my days dancing and working with my favourite animals? Or living out the rest of my life as a whore for my 'new master' and whoever he or she, pleases? I'd take the first one thank you very much."      *twists free of T's grasp*

Trowa: *eyes wide*     "A...wh..o....."

Quatre: *smirks*    "Aww. You're such an innocent little prince aren't you? Usually when I ask the prince, 'where will I be dancing' the reply would be 'on the bed with me.'.   Puh! Can anything be lower than that? In case you didn't notice, I don't have much respect for princes your highness."

Trowa: "I'm different from them. I wasn't thinking that when I brought you here."

Quatre: "Well obviously. You're more ignorant than an old grandmother."

Trowa: "........."

Quatre: "Alright my innocent little prince. So what plans do you have for me now? You're not buying me, so I won't be here for long."

Trowa: "My sister is getting married soon. You will be performing at the ball for her guests."

Quatre: "Oooooh. So this is a present for your sister."    *pats T's shoulder*     "Don't worry. I'll put on a great show for her. I see you were impressed by my skills ne? I saw you at the last performance."

Trowa: "Very captivating."

Quatre: "Yosh. Very well then. I will see you at the ball I suppose. It's been nice meeting you."    *hops out of the fountain*

Trowa: "Where are you going?"

Quatre:   "Back to the circus of course. I can't stay here. Might get too comfortable. Have to stay use to the bare neccessities."    *smiles*

Trowa: "You don't have to."

Quatre: "Heh?"

Trowa: "You can still stay. For as long as you like. Even if I do 'buy' you, I'm not going to own you. Much less ask for anything in return. Especially not in those realms."

Quatre: "You can't be serious."

Trowa: "I'm different from all those 'princes' you met before."

Quatre: "Oh really."

Trowa:   "I don't like the way that Valcon treats you. There's nothing more than that. You don't seem to enjoy your time there either."

Quatre: "How would you know!?"

Trowa: "The look in your eyes."

Quatre: "Then what do you want?"

Trowa: "For you to stay."

Quatre: "Here with you?"

Trowa: "Yes."

Quatre: "Why."

Trowa: "Because I like you. You make me feel......something."

Quatre: "And?"

Trowa: "I want us to be friends."

Quatre burst out laughing once again. But this time, the look on the prince's face didn't change. He looked dead serious. The look was enough to stop Quatre's hysterics.

Quatre: "What if I don't want to be your friend?"

Trowa: "I will try to win you over."

Quatre:   *eyes widen*   Does he even know what he's saying? Or implying?    "You sound like a love sick puppy."

Trowa: "......"    *thinks for a moment*     (monotone)    "I think I am."

Quatre: *chuckles*     "......."    He's really strange. But.....not that bad a person.....     "Alright. I'll give you a chance. But I'm hard to win over."

Trowa:   "I have confidence in myself."

Quatre: "Really?"

Trowa: "Yes."

Quatre couldn't help but smile at the bluntness and honesty. The prince kept nothing back. And for some strange reason, Quatre felt an odd tug in his heart. But it wasn't painful. Instead, it made him feel lighter and filled with warmth. My hansome prince. Just this once, I'll open my heart. Maybe, just maybe you'll find the real me in there somewhere. I'll be waiting for you.....to come rescue me.

Again, Quatre reached up to take the prince's face into his hands. Slowly, he stood up on the tips of his toes, and brushed a soft kiss across of Trowa's lips.

"Good luck."

The two gazed into each other's eyes, then made their way towards the castle. Both were completely oblivious to the dark shadow that dissappeared into the bushes.

~End Part 3~

Yosha! Will Trowa win Quatre over? What's with that strange shadow? Could it be one of Quatre's admirerers? Or is it one of Trowa's? What did Quatre mean by rescue? Stay tuned for the next exciting (or boring) episode of the Prince and the Two-faced Clown! ^_^ Same Hikaru place. Same Hikaru channel.

Cost of admission to the next episode, is comments from everyone who reads this. Expected number? At least 20. (sings) Come on baby show me love.

Gotta stop watching tv. ~_~0

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