Part Eight

Quatre picked up some of the wild flowers at his feet, adding the small flowers to his little bouquet he had going.
"You don't have to worry, only little mule can use Lupus Escape!" Duo said as he rubbed his beloved truck with a wash cloth,"You know that river? It's impossible to cross for two hundred miles in either direction, and it only gets more dangerous and wild further down!"
Trowa flipped through the novel he had been given, noticing some very graphic scenes in some places. He couldn't help but wonder how, when, and where the little angel he was traveling with had learned it, and felt a bit disappointed that his angel could know such things.
The brunette suddenly flushed, realizing what he had just thought. *His* angel. Trowa wished he could teach the blond everything he wrote about, and more. He felt a pang in his heart when he realized as soon as they came to a town they would be separated.
"What ever happened to Solo?" Quatre asked as he picked another couple of flowers, the sun radiating off of his golden hair.
"Aye aye aye, big disappointment to family! Ran off to start his own gang if bandits, but didn't do too well. My family decided I should take over the business, much more reckless. He probably would've been hanging on Al Tenidor el diablo!" Duo smiled, pointing at the large, black tree with three branches coming up, making it appear to be a large, black fork.
"Al Tenidor el diablo?" Quatre repeated the word, raising and eyebrow at the way Trowa was staring at it. The brunette walked up to it and ran a hand over the trunk in awe.
"Shall we get you two a room?" the blond asked, and Trowa snatched his hand away, glaring at him.
"All right, let's get going!" the green eyed boy said cheerfully, pretending he didn't hear Quatre. He ushered the blond into the car, and jumped in himself.
"I'm sorry I can't take you all the way to Cartagena, I have a business to keep up. But I can take you to the nearest town," Duo got in too, turning on the ignition,"You can take a bus from there."
They started to drive away, Trowa's eyes focused on that black tree.
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"Out of all the things you could say, 'I lost him' is gonna get the most teeth knocked out of your mouth!" Dorothy growled, sitting down at a table near the edge of the boat.
"Look monkey eyebrows, if they're hiking through the jungle there's nothing I can do about it,"Hilde took a drag from her cigarette,"I am not Tarzan. I have car! I have been through every one horse shit hole town for a two hundred mile radius! You should've seen the river I had to traverse this morning! So don't give me any of your shit, you gutless wonder, you have been an embarrassment to our family for years. And one more thing Dorothy,"Hilde turned around, and blinked when she saw Quatre getting out of Shinigami with Trowa,"You are the luckiest Son of a Bitch to walk the planet. He's here!"
"He's there?!"
"Yeah, he's with some guy. How do I know? He likes guys, even though you don't monkey brows! He's coming over here, I better go!" Hilde hung up the phone and casually walked away, taking another drag from her cigarette. Quatre walked over to the phone and picked it up, depositing some change.
Trowa walked over to a hotel near them and over to the man working at the counter.
"Senior, buenos tardes..." Trowa used his poor Spanish to try and ask some questions.
"Yes, all of our rooms have baths," the man replied.
"Oh, you speak English too, that's great. Um, you wouldn't happen to have a Xerox machine would you?"
"Yeah, in the back."
"Can it take like map size pictures?"
"Yeah, complete."
Trowa nodded, and smiled. He booked a room and went over to where Quatre was talking, thinking of when he could get a hold of the map. Maybe he *could* go sailing around the world if he found 'El Corazon', and maybe he wouldn't be alone....
Trowa shook his head, and watched as Quatre talked.
"Yes, I'll do that," he said sadly, hanging up the phone. He looked over at Trowa and sighed.
"I talked to Iria, she's ok. They're going to let me take the bus in the morning."
"Oh that's great!" Trowa lied,"You're covered!"
"I don't know..she just...sounded so smug.." Quatre's fists clenched.
"Who?"
"That bitch who's got Iria."
"Well, of course she is! You're giving her what she wants, you're bringing her the map."
"Yeah.." Quatre looked down sadly, before reaching into his backpack. He pulled out a navy blue checkbook and held it out to Trowa,"Three hundred and seventy-five, that was the deal wasn't it?"
"Yeah," Trowa took it and tucked it into a pocket on his vest. The two stood there for a few minutes, not looking each other in the eye.
"Well, the least I could do is buy you dinner, it looks like there's going to be one hell of a party," the brunette offered, looking up. Quatre did too, and gave a brilliant smile that made Trowa feel weak.
"I'd like that."
"Well, then,"the green eyed boy put his arm around the blond's shoulders, and led him towards the hotel,"Why don't you wash up and I'll get us some new clothes. Room four."
Trowa handed him the key, and smiled.
"Four?" Quatre asked, and at Trowa's nod continued,"That's my lucky number."
As the blond walked off, Trowa sighed.
"Mine too."
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The festival was filled with bright lights, different rides, a band playing, a beautiful dance floor, and fireworks that were to go off later. The whole city was there, plus visitors.

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Quatre wrapped the towel loosely around his waist and opened the doors leading to the bedroom, to see a fresh, new outfit on the bed. The blond smiled before grabbing it and disappearing into the bathroom again.
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Trowa watched the people pass by him, dressed in costumes and dancing around. The whole town was buzzing with excitement, and he couldn't suppress the smile that formed at the sight of all the happy people.
The banged boy then saw an angel step out of the hotel they were staying at, and smile at him.
"Thankyou,"Quatre whispered, indicating the outfit Trowa had given him. The brunette walked over to the blond and held out his hand, which the angel took.
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