Angel's Son ~ Part Six It was a bright and beautifully sunny morning. Fredrick and Quatre awoke in each other's arms, kissing one last time before climbing out of their loving embrace. After a small while, the two were fully dressed, Quatre in the outfit that Fredrick had known for so long. Even though he did not have the outfit when he arrived in the world, Quatre managed to find bits and pieces of his favorite wardrobe scattered around the local area. Fredrick was dressed in a loose-fitting green shirt, draping along his white cargo pants. The two sat down on the same couch as they contemplated what would take place for the rest of the day. After hugging themselves for a long time, Fredrick finally spoke. "Quatre, there's something that I've ignored for so long..." "What's that, Fredrick?" "Well, I've never heard you play that violin of yours..." Quatre brightened up, but soon frowned. "Ok, but I don't have one." "Don't worry, my sister has one." Fredrick went up and got the small black case, handing it to Quatre gently. Quatre opened the case, and brought out the shining violin, which represented so much for Quatre. It was the instrument he was known most for playing, and Fredrick wanted to listen to how he played, only expecting good things. Quatre picked up the bow. "Ok, here it goes..." He took the bow and placed it on the tight strings that bound the instrument, lightly brushing his bow against the strings, producing a light sound as Quatre began the song. The piece he selected was mournful at first, diced with periods of malice as it picked up into a song of turbidity, tossing back and forth, Quatre's head swinging as he felt the music flowing from the violin. Fredrick watched in awe over the song, and over his love. He was beautiful, every part of him, including the soul that allowed the song to fly. Quatre placed his soul into the song, indeed, every stroke with his bow another feeling that he had experienced throughout his turbulent life. The song then burst into one of joy, sweetly swaying his body to the music, giving Fredrick his heart in music, expertly drawing the song to a close with long, strong strokes. Silently, Quatre, placed the violin back in its case, closing it, wiping sweat from his forehead and sighed contently. Fredrick applauded...a lone clap heard within a deep silence. He wrapped his arms around Quatre and kissed him, returning the love that Quatre had given to him. Quatre blushed, finally releasing the kiss. "Thank you, thank you." He bowed in front of Fredrick. "No, thank you, Quatre. It was beautiful, just as you are..." The two sat down once again, thinking of new things to do for the rest of the long day that lay before them.