12-5-2001

Author/Alias: Sphynx (luna_the_sphynx@sadistic.co.uk OR swords_r_us@lethal-weapon.co.uk)
Title/Part Number: Two Hearts: Part One
Catagory/Warnings: Songfic, ANGST, shounen ai, slight possible OOC
Comments/Disclaimers: THEY ARE'T MINE *sobs into her arms* I love them, but I can't claim them, just the story, please don't steal it. The song is by Sam Hensley, wonderful person, it's not mine either.
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Two Hearts

Part 1: Two Friends

[You've always made me laugh, when I was down,
You always knew how to make, a smile from frown,
but now you're going away.
and now you're going away.]

Trowa had been staying there for a week or so. He and Quatre had become fast friends, quickly becoming close in the days they spent playing together on their instruments. Quatre had once remarked that when Trowa played, he told more about himself than any other time. But now it was time for Trowa to move on. He really hated to do it, but he had been taking advantage of Quatre's unending hospitality for too long now. Plus he was getting too close. Friendship was fine, but Trowa was starting to feel more towards Quatre. A lot more than he wanted to feel right now. It was a bit unsettling. He told Quatre that morning that he was leaving.

Quatre didn't want him to go, it tore his heart out. Had he done something wrong? He didn't think Trowa was leaving for no reason, but Trowa wouldn't give one. He appreciated Trowa as a friend, and he felt for Trowa something more than friendship. It would hurt to let him go. Everything that they had done stood out in his mind when Trowa told him he was leaving. They had had such a wonderful time. Quatre had learned so much about Trowa in their time together. Trowa was an amazing musician; he had the ability to make his thoughts known through the notes he played. Trowa was quiet, yes, but still, he couldn't hide his emotions from Quatre. They came out in the subtlest ways, but they were there for Quatre to see.

A thousand thoughts were running through Trowa's head. He didn't really want to go, Quatre made him happy, but he couldn't stay either. He was getting to be too vulnerable with Quatre around. Quatre was bringing out a side he hadn't known for years, and that was confusing him. Quatre made him feel wanted, something he hadn't known for a long time.

[And I can't, bear the clouds that you always pushed away,
you said smile don't worry, I'll be back again some day
And now you've left me be, but do you
know just what you've meant to me.]

Trowa made his preparations to go. He packed the clothes he had and called his sister to let her know he was coming. Catherine was thrilled to hear form him, and she was insistent that he stay with her. She let him know that he could work with the circus when he got there. What he didn't mention to his sister was why he was leaving and she knew better than to ask.

Now all Trowa had to do was say goodbye. It was the hardest thing to do, but still, no emotion showed on his face. Quatre cried, just a little though. It hurt to know that Trowa really was leaving. There was the possibility they would never see each other again, and the parting meant more to each because of the feelings they could not share.

[Never have I called and you weren't there,
Always giving me love, you showed me care,
but now you're going away.
and now you're going away.]

Little did they know what they were to lose when Trowa left, but the loss was apparent the next day. Quatre instinctively went to look for Trowa when he woke up, only to remember that he had left. When he realized this, he thought there would never be a time when they could share music again.

*******

Trowa went back to the circus. He knew the chances of seeing Quatre again were few, but still, he missed the sound of Quatre's voice in the morning. He never knew how much he had liked to hear Quatre in the morning waking him up, but now he missed it. The pain was horrendous; he didn't know what to do about it, either.

Catherine knew something was wrong with her brother. He didn't talk much, but that wasn't new. It was the look in his eyes at night before bed, and the way his flute was carefully put away as if it evoked memories too painful for him to bear. But still, she refrained from asking why he had left Quatre. Then his performance was starting to be affected. Finally she asked. He wouldn't answer.

*******

Quatre couldn't stand it anymore. The pain was consuming his soul, eating it away from the inside out. But he wouldn't call Trowa, no matter how much it hurt. Iria noticed, as did Rashid. They wondered why Quatre would cry early in the morning and late at night. Iria, as his sister, was the one who asked him what was wrong. At first the pain was to great for him to tell her, but he did answer her queries as to whether it was because Trowa had left. She hated seeing her brother in so much pain, but she could do nothing.

[And I can't, bear the clouds that you always pushed away,
you said smile don't worry, I'll be back again some day,
And now you've left me be, but do you
know just what you've meant to me.]