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Continued from the previous post

....“I know. Come on, back to bed you no good drunk.” Wufei snorted at Duo’s jest but nonetheless let Duo support him and guide him in his wine induced haze back to their bed.

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CHAPTER FOUR

Numb, that’s how Trowa felt as he wandered the dimly lit corridors alone. At first he’d been angry, furious that Wallingford would dare do something so atrocious. Then he felt cold, imagining what might had happened had Quatre stayed on board that ship, and then imagining the other gruesome things that could have happened to Quatre as he floated adrift in the sea. The myriad of what ifs and might haves plagued Trowa as he wandered directionless.

As a boy this feeling in his spirit would have seen tears in his eyes, tears that if seen by his father would have left Trowa chastised and beaten. Men didn’t cry, his father made sure Trowa learned how to keep these emotions buried, his face placid, his torment keen, his sorrow limitless.

Pain, sadness, joy, love, any emotion was to be felt in silence. He was a Marquis’ Son, he was a lord, he was a man, and men were strong, especially men of noble breeding, they were better than normal men and were not supposed to feel, and were never allowed to cry.

Trowa’s father would be proud of his son, not even his death made his son cry, Trowa swallowed everything like a bitter pill and walked.

Walked and walked and walked until sheer exhaustion would give him a few hours of restless sleep before facing another day. It was either walk or lay tossing in turning in bed and getting absolutely no sleep at all before dawn came and his duties had to be addressed.

He had let too much anger show earlier, by throwing his wine across the room. So without the father, Trowa chastised himself for letting his emotions slip out of control. He almost hurt Duo in the process and that was unacceptable behavior. He was better than that, or so he was supposed to be, he certainly didn’t feel any better than other men. He wasn’t supposed to feel better than others, he was supposed to know he was better than others.

Or so his father had taught him, and so he tried to believe. All Trowa did know was wrestling with his emotions and his duties was exhausting, and just for one night - he’d like to actually sleep.

Trowa was watching his feet as he paced down the hall and was startled when only the sound of his footfalls on stone was broken by a soft voice.

“Torowa. Follow Quatre please.” Clad in only his sheet, standing in the doorway to his chambers stood a concerned looking Quatre, just staring compassionately at Trowa.

“It’s alright Quatre, go back to bed.”

“No. Come with Quatre.” Quatre said in what sounded like an order holding out his hand, obviously for Trowa to take. Bewildered Trowa took his hand. “Good, now come.” Quatre said pulling lightly and bringing Trowa into his chambers, shutting the door quietly behind them.

He led Trowa over to the low sofa by the dying fire and gently urged Trowa to sit.

“Quatre…I…” Trowa began to speak only to have Quatre lay his fingers on Trowa’s lips.

“No. No speak, only listen. Vow no talk until listen all Quatre try say.” Quatre said reaching down to pulls off Trowa’s boots. Trowa nodded his consent.

Once Trowa’s boots were off, Quatre set them aside then stood. “You sit here on floor. Front of Quatre. Take off shirt.” Too perplexed to argue, Trowa did as instructed and he felt Quatre sit behind him, two soft and warm hands began to knead the muscles of his neck and shoulders.

“Close eyes and listen. I feel much sad in Torowa. Much bad things, you feel fault. I know, can feel you bad long time. It how you say, gift Quatre have. I feel many thing, not all can say, I no word to say to make Torowa understand. But I know little thing some time. I know you feel hurt inside. No…” Trowa had tried to respond in denial and as he tensed to turn to face Quatre his muscles were seized in a tight pinch of admonishment.

“I say no you talk. I no done talk. You sit, feel good touch from Quatre hand to make rest and listen Quatre talk.”

Trowa turned back around and stayed silent.

“I tell you story. How Quatre people live. All thing have purpose happen. Bad thing happen, make one sad. Good thing happen, make one joy. Joy or Sad must be wash away to make clean for new sad or new joy. If no clean, man can no feel all he need feel. To make tear in eye is make clean. It is wash soul. If no wash, soul become dirty, get heavy, get dark, make hard carry, make pain, make no more joy, make no more sad, only pain, only nothing.” Quatre said quietly as he ran his hands into Trowa’s hair tipping his head back. Trowa’s eyes were shut, he was listening as Trowa’s fingers found his temples and began slow circular movements.

“All things happen for purpose. Bad thing happen, Quatre take from home. I Pray, I wash with many tear. Good thing happen, I come be finded by Torowa. Prayer heard, prayer answer, I wash joy with tear. Bad thing happen, must tell long time friend-brother sad things, tell him how Quatre been hurt. Make friend sad, make both sad. Make tear and wash, Good thing happen, new friend save Quatre, show Quatre great wonder room of water in house, make Quatre happy have new friend. Bad Thing, new friend sad, feel angry and bad for Quatre. Make Quatre sad see New Friend Torowa hurt. I feel hurt deep, more before make new friend Torowa sad, Many bad things before Quatre in Torowa. Sad things no ever make clean. Torowa soul dirty, heavy on Torowa, hard bear, make pain, no wash, must wash with tear Torowa. Look me.”

Trowa opened his eyes and looked straight into endless depths of sea-foam blue, they were so close and they took over his entire range of vision. They were misty with tears, filled with affection and concern and Trowa was lost. They captured him with a merciful caress and dove with rapid speed straight into his heart. Trowa took a deep shuddering breath as he felt a sudden overwhelming freedom. Like hands had taken his heart and began rubbing life into it, just like the hands resting on his cheeks, holding his face still, forcing Trowa to look into Quatre’s eyes.

Here was a man proven to hold courage beyond measure, faith that was unshakeable, compassion without conditions, and now wisdom beyond his years. This was a real man, the man Trowa wanted to be, wanted to emulate, wanted to believe.

Trowa took a leap of faith and let go, not afraid to fall for the first time.

Anguish began to pour from his soul as the floodgates of his emotions broke free. He cried for Quatre, he expelled his anger, he sobbed his frustration, he set free his troubles, and let his past losses be mourned.

Trowa felt an all encompassing warmth surround him as Quatre slid to the floor behind him, wrapping his slender and pale arms about him urging and letting Trowa’s face turn into his chest. Gentle hands stroked and soothed and did not cast judgment, did not hush and did not scold. They only encouraged silently and softly in lazy patterned passes of fingers against flesh. No words were spoken because none were needed. The only sounds in the room were those of Trowa’s sobs that grew quieter and softer the longer he purged his pent up emotions. Tears that had been long overdue to be released.

He felt exhausted as the last few tears trickled down his sodden cheeks, and he sniffed and snuffled his sinuses suddenly full to capacity and needing to be emptied. Only then did Quatre allow words to be spoken as Trowa sat up to scrub his eyes. “I need a…”

Quatre handed him his discarded shirt. “All have, you no need now wear. Use, wash away, then throw away, wash later.”

Trowa chuckled and took the shirt and blew his nose. Quatre was right, and it would wash.

“Now, follow Quatre again.” Quatre said still clutching the sheet about him as he stood and offered his hand to Trowa.

“Where?” Trowa asked as he accepted Quatre’s hand and let Quatre lead him across the room.

“Only here. Trowa sleep now. Much tired, much rest need.” Quatre said pulling back the cover and gesturing for Trowa to lay down.

Trowa no longer questioned Quatre, and crawled into bed.

Quatre crawled in beside him. “Lay on front.”

Trowa turned onto his stomach, obedient.

Those warm fingers returned and gripped tired muscles. “Sleep, feel rest pleasure from Quatre hands.”

They felt absolutely wonderful and Trowa fell into a peaceful, dreamless and liberating sleep in a matter of moments. The day, and indeed his whole life had finally caught up with Trowa in one fell swoop. And the intense exhaustion was unrelenting as it claimed it’s victim and forced him to sleep.

Quatre smiled as Trowa’s breathing deepened and sleep was certain. “You much better now. Not as should be yet, still need Quatre. Quatre vow always help Torowa when need.” Quatre said softly into Trowa’s hair as he curled up beside him to find his own slumber for the remainder of the night.

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Not sure about this section at all. I must chew on it a bit I think.

Honest opinions would be greatly appreciated.
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