Spoilers:       In 'Song of the Wind and Trees is the storie of two boys in an all boy's academy.
                    Gilbert, who is in love with his ruthless guardian who hurts him for pleasure, and has
                    grown accostumed to getting what he wants through the seduction of the other students.
                    and his roommate, Surge. Surge is the orphined child of a gypsy and noble man who
                    wants very badly to see past Gilbert's anger and seduction. at the end of the anime,
                    Gilbert's guardian, Augustus, had rejected him by letter and hurt him very very baddly
                    and Surge agreed to sleep in his bed, but nothing more, to allow his roommate some
                    comfort. The anime is based in memories and never says what happens to Gilbert
                    though it makes it appear he dies beneath his guardian's carrage. I dislike the thought,
                    so here is my take on the ending, and a new beginning.

Archive:        Sure, you know the drill, just tell me and link to me ne?

C&C is most welcome especially when I'm writing of a series for the first time.

<Part 1>
 

    Gilbert blinked in the darkness and listened a moment. Birds were singing. Morning. He frowned, a tear coming to his bright blue eyes. Augu would not be with him this Christmas. Would not take him home. He had abandoned him this holiday to the cold school walls. But he wasn't cold now. Why was he so warm? Surge wouldn't let anyone else in their room all night so. . . Surge!

    He shot up and away from the sleeping boy with the gypsy eyes. Surge saw him cry! Had held him as he wore himself out trying to hold it in. Surge who had not asked for his body. Surge who protected him from everyone including himself.

    The large brown eyes flickered and opened slowly and Gilbert sat carefully on his own bed, still naked. Watching. What would happen now? What would he want in return for his silence?

    "Gilbert." He smiled and ran one tapered hand through his deep brown lochs, "Do you feel better now?"

    "You can't tell anyone."

    Those eyes widened in shock, "Of course I won't! You're my roommate! What happens in here stays in here. I swear. Now, are you alright? What happened?"

    "Nothing."

    "You were crying. I've never seen you cry before."

    "What do you know?"

    "Nothing, that's why I asked."

    "I am fine." Gilbert stood and strode gracefully to the closet dressing in the same slow and seductive manner that he undressed and then moved to the door.

    "Gilbert."

    He stopped but didn't turn.

    "If you need to talk. . . I am good at listening."

    The blond nodded and escaped from the worry and concern in those large eyes. Why should he trust anyone. Everyone wanted something from him but his Augu. Why should Surge be any different? He wasn't. He couldn't be.
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    Surge watched Gilbert leaved and frowned slightly. Why had his roommate been so distraught? It was obvious something had happened, someone had hurt him. Everyone else was gone home for the winter though so who. . . If Surge ever found out who had caused the hopeless look in Gil's eyes they would regret it dearly. Gilbert may have been a sadistic, whoring brat, but no one deserved such a hopeless look. And he'd been getting better! He had!

    The dark boy didn't know if he was trying to convince others or himself of that but he despiritly wanted Gilbert to know someone cared about him. The blond boy obviously had forgotten what true friendship was.

    Beyond that, beyond any of the gypsy noble man's expectation, Gilbert had become a part of his life! When he'd learned of his good grades and his piano lessons, when anything good happened Gilbert was the first person he told. A friend and not a friend. Something in between the two that was driving Surge insane and making him smile all at once. //What is this I feel for him? Not pity, surely not desire. . . I do not understand this at all.//

    He had never given up on a good mystery though.

<Part 2>
 

    Gilbert walked through the deserted halls like a shadow. Blough had not come back after the night before. After he'd begged for the pain to take away the agony of Augu's desertion. The older boy had been afraid of him more than for him. Afraid he was insane. Maybe he was. Who else but the insane would ask for pain to stop pain?

    The halls all looked the same, soon he was lost in the endless doors and stairs and he fought back his despair as he went deeper into a section of the school he'd never seen before. He was searching now, for something, anything to forget the look of helpless sorrow in Surge's eyes, and the harsh script of his Augu saying he would not see him.

    //What did I do wrong? Why does my Augu hate me? Have I not been faithful? Haven't I given him all I have and haven't, all I am? Haven't I twisted my soul until it hurts every moment of my life just to please him? Why does my Auguste hate me?!//

    A phantom sound made him stop and listen. A slight musical chiming that came from an open door down the hall. The only open door he'd seen so far. Walking quietly to it he held his hair back from his eyes and peeked inside.

    The music, the hauntingly sad music came from the hands of his roommate. One of the causes for his pain. The dark haired gypsy child was seated straight backed on the piano chair, his hands flying over the ivory keys. But it wasn't his hands that kept the blond's attention. It was his face. Those full lips were slightly parted and moist, his eyes fluctuating between shut and slightly opened but never seeing passed the music. He was panting, breathing hard, swaying with the music like it was touching him with phantom hands! He looked like some invisible creature was making love to him. Like he was in complete exctacy.

    //Is this how he feels alive? Is this the reason he doesn't need touch like I do?//

    The piece ended and Surge sat there a moment longer, breathing harshly, just trying to come down from the musical high he had been on. Gilbert was walking forward before he realized that he had moved.

    Those large, chocolate brown eyes opened and turned to him and the lush lips smiled. "Gilbert."  Surge stood and walked over to him, "How are you feeling?"

    "Better." He answered warily.

    "You can come in if you want. It isn't a private room, you have a right to be here the same as I do."

    "You're big on right and wrong aren't you? Your sterile black and white. Don't you care about anything else?"

    Surge looked shocked by the outburst. Good. He should be. "I didn't realize you thought that."

    "Well?!"

    "The reason I care so much about right and wrong is because I care about people being hurt." He sat down and looked up with those eyes and Gilbert wanted to scream. No one should be so kind. Not to him! Life was not a kind thing!

    "Gilbert?"

    "And did you let me sleep beside you because it was just? Let me kiss you because it was the just thing to do?"

    The gypsy noble boy blushed and lowered his eyes.

    "Tell me."

    "I did those things because I wanted to. I know I shouldn't have wanted them but I did, I do. And I knew that by telling you this I am giving you just what you've tried for but I can't see you sad. You are a good person Gilbert. I wish you could see it."

    Gilbert turned to the piano, unwilling to look at those pleading eyes any longer. "I didn't know you played."

    Surge sighed and accepted the change of conversation, "My father taught me when I was very young. Now professor Lushe is going to teach me."

    "That's why you were being applauded, in town when Blough and I road passed.

    He blushed again and smiled, "When I saw the piano there. . . I hadn't played in so long I didn't even realise that I was in public until it was over."

    "Could anyone learn?"

    The look in those eyes was like watching the sun rise. "Would you like me to teach you?"

    "You looked . . . pleased."

    "To play pleases me."

    "Like my kiss did?"

    Again a blush rose in those pale cheeks, "It's a different kind of pleasure."

    Gilbert studied the boy a moment longer and then nodded, "Teach me."

    "That means I'll have to give you orders."

    "I will allow that for the lessons only."

    "And you can't skip them for. . . what you skip classes for."

    "And you will teach me to play?"

    "Yes."

    "I accept."

    Surge smiled and Gilbert found himself smiling back, and only later did he realise that through the whole incident he had not once thought of Auguste. At first he felt horrible for it but then. . . maybe . . . maybe he was all right with that.
 
 

~tbc~