"Yes, Trowa?"
"... Are you coming for dinner?"

Trowa and everyone else has been waiting for half an hour for Quatre. It was unlike him to be late for supper.

The door opened slowly.
"Trowa.... I.. don't feel so good..."
Quatre looked pale than ever. Trowa placed his hand on his forehead.
"Your temperature is fine... You want me to bring you some medicine?"
Quatre smiled and shook his head. He grabbed Trowa's hand on his forehead and pulled him in.
"All I need is you."

Quatre hugged Trowa tightly, closed the door behind him and locked it. He guided him to his bed and pushed him. Trowa stumbled on the bed. He started to get up but Quatre came on top of him, giving him shower of kisses. Trowa was surprised of Quatre's aggressiveness, but didn't resist.

"..Quatre... Everyone is waiting..."
Quatre kept kissing him. He opened up Trowa's shirt and started kissing Trowa's chest.

"Qua..?!"
"Shhh.. They can wait... But as for me..."
Quatre slowly crept up to Trowa's face.
"I want you right now."

Although Trowa was confused of Quatre's odd behavior, he settled on the bed. He'd never argue with Quatre, because he knew Quatre would never oppose him.
While Quatre kissed every inch of his face, Trowa stroked Quatre's soft blond hair. He didn't know why Quatre's was acting like this, but he didn't really care. He stared at the ceiling.

After a while, Trowa closed his eyes realizing he had only slept 2 hours the night before. He had to perform with Catherine in the circus.
He pictured the last night's performance and was satisfied of how successful it was. He was rarely satisfied with himself, but last night was special. Even Catherine praised him.
"Trowa! That was great ne?! I can tell someone has been practicing."
Trowa smiled and looked at the cheering audience. He saw Duo standing up, waving at him. Quatre sat beside him, clapping... but he noticed Quatre didn't look all that happy. He looked as if he was... upset?
Trowa wondered if Quatre began to feel sick from that moment.

"?!"
He was about to fall asleep when suddenly, he felt Quatre's cold hands on his neck. And it was getting tighter.
"Quatr..?"
Trowa gasped and tried to grab Quatre's wrists, but he realized they were bound with ropes which were tied on the bed frame. Trowa looked at Quatre's face.

"Relax, Trowa... It'll be over soon.."
Quatre smiled and squeezed harder. Trowa started to struggle. He twisted his hips, tried to kick Quatre off, but it was no use. He started to see black spots around him and closed his eyes.

"Why are you doing this?"

"We'll always be together, Trowa. You, me, and the others. Just wait. I'll bring them with me. And then..."
Quatre giggled as if he read Trowa's mind. His hands were squeezing harder and harder, and Trowa's face was getting pale, gasping desperately for air.

"We'll always be together... forever.."

Quatre kissed Trowa deeply on the mouth, which was the only source of air Trowa received. Trowa shook his head violently, wishing this was all a dream.

"Why, Quatre? I thought you..."

Trowa pictured Quatre and his angelic smile. The time when Quatre cried for him. The time when Quatre laughed with him.

The time when Quatre made love with him.

Quatre taught him how to be loved, and how to love back.

His angel.

Trowa's struggles became weak and opened his eyes. He saw Quatre's aquamarine eyes reflecting his dying face.
Quatre was smiling, but it wasn't that same smile... Quatre's eyes didn't have any warmth, passion, or kindness.

To Trowa, it was like looking at a perfect stranger.

"..You're.. not Quatre!..."

Sweat started to flow from Quatre's forehead. Quatre grinned. He looked like the devil himself.

"I love you, Trowa."

Trowa's body stopped moving.





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"Man, I don't know about you guys, but I'm eating!!"
Duo took his fork and started to eat.

Heero sighed and looked at Wufei, who just shrugged. They couldn't blame Duo because they have been waiting for more than 20 minutes now. They grabbed their forks.

"Trowa!!"

Quatre stumbled in the dining room, out of breath.
"Quatre?!"
Duo dropped his fork and ran to the exhausted boy. The other two followed.

"Quatre, what happened?!"
Duo cradled him in his arms and wiped the boy's sweat off his face.

"..Trowa.. It's Trowa!.."
Quatre embraced Duo's waist and started to weep. Duo looked at the other two, seeking for help. Heero knelt down beside Quatre.
"Quatre. We wont know what happened if you keep crying."

Quatre nodded and slowly lifted his head from Duo's chest.

"..Trowa.. is dead... I saw him... hanging... in his room..."