*Warnings: Umm... sap sap sap? Errmm.. how about, "A Day in the Life of 3+4?" *shudders* Okok! *waves hands a la chibi* Yes, um, well, this is the sequel to a fic I wrote some time ago! The other fic is called Definate Hope and well-ers... this is the sequel! *nods*
Riiiighty! Warnings, yeah, ok! Sap, yaoi, shounen ai, did I mention sap? 3+4.
E-mail ya'll comments to DeslyDuo@hotmail.com!
By the way! This fic is dedicated to Jay-chan! ^.^v This one's fer yer dear muse of mine! Since ya asked for something more outta my other fic! *walks off*
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Trowa walked by a room and paused as he recognized a familiar piano shining in the light by a large window. He looked from one side and then, he looked at the other. He quietly stepped into the room and quietly marveled at the musical designs that subtlely decorated the room from one side to the other.
He paused at the piano and laid a hand on side of the piano's outside. He gingerly moved his hand around, to feel the smooth black paint and wood that was painstakingly put together to create such a beautiful instrument.
No wonder the room seemed familiar. This was where he made his confession to Quatre, the love of his life. The piano, the large windows and the decorative musical objects.
He had often stood in the shadows in a part of the room, watching Quatre play to his heart's content and one day, saw him break into tears that compelled him to comfort the blond boy. At the same time, he gave his love to him as well and Quatre returned the feelings.
Now the war was over and he was granted full 24/7 access to the mansion, courtesy of Quatre. How often had he wandered down these halls and felt so happy? He was always amazed that after all they went through together, Quatre still loved him regardless.
He settled down on the plush black piano seat that sat in front of the piano. He brushed his fingers over the black and white keys, hearing their sounds and smiling at the unique sounds he created. He didn't know how to play, but that didn't mattered, he was playing something his lover touched and he was happy by that thought.
He suddenly felt a small hand fall on his right shoulder and turned to see Quatre.
"Hey, stranger," greeted Quatre with a loving smile and hugged him, as he intertwined his fingers with Trowa's.
"Hey, you," Trowa responded and returned the hug enthusiastically.
"What are doing here? Remembering our first kiss together?" Quatre sat next to him on the plush piano bench and blushed faintly at the memory.
Trowa smiled and pointed at the piano. "Just playing random notes..."
Quatre grinned. "Oh, really? Want me to teach you to play?"
"Umm... ok.. if it's not much trouble for you an-"
"It's not much trouble! It's not a problem!" Quatre grinned at him again. "Here," he demonstrated with his hands on the piano. "You place your hands here and...."
Two hours later....
A giggle could be heard after a couple notes played a familiar melody.
"See, Trowa? It's not that bad!" Quatre played an accompanying melody to Trowa's 'Three Blind Mice'.
Trowa made a slightly dismayed face as he hesitated over the white piano keys. He re-played 'Three Blind Mice' and made an awkward smile at Quatre. "Thanks for helping me..." he replied quietly.
Quatre smiled and grasped Trowa's hands. "You're welcome!" His stomach rumbled and blushed. "Err... Trowa? I'm hungry, could we go to the kitchen...?" he motioned towards the door out and pointed at this stomach at the same time.
Trowa smiled and they both walked out into the hallway while Trowa cast one last glance at the piano room.
"Don't worry, Trowa," Quatre murmured to him as they walked away. "We'll go back to play some more..."
They entered a bustling kitchen, pies and cakes were baking while meats of all kinds were roasting in the open fire pits in a gigantic brick fireplace. Butlers, servants and maids dashed about, keeping careful eyes around the big area, adjusting this or fixing that little mixture of food.
A maid by the name of Ara approached the young couple carrying two plates each full of fresh roasted ham with a cherry sauce on top of the slices, mashed potatoes with gravy spilling onto it, shelled green peas with butter and some cornbread on the side.
"Are you hungry? Quatre-san? Trowa-san?" questioned Ara with a grin.
"Yes!" Quatre happily complied to her question while Trowa nodded furiously, as he tried not to drool at the beautiful platters of food.
"Here, I knew you guys were hungry so take these plates and grab some apple juice by the door over there," pointed out Ara as she gave each plate to each guy. "I have dessert baking so if you're still hungry, feel free to come back or else I'll have to hand feed you guys! I'm making my apple pie!"
Quatre grinned and with Trowa in the tow, they walked out onto a small porch, overlooking the back gardens of the Winner Estate. The smell attracted several red robins and blue jays from the trees. Quatre and Trowa took the liberty of taking pieces of their dinner and shared them with the hungry birds.
Thirty minutes later, the young couple trooped back into the kitchen for Ara'a legendary apple pie. Ara sent them away with each a large hunk of her apple pie with whip cream topping the slices and a ripe cherry.
They stood out onto the porch again to find the sun setting against the pale blue sky. Quatre gently leaned against Trowa's lean frame as they silently gazed at the bright array of colors that danced against the late afternoon sky. The aroma of the pie drifted into the air as they ate the fresh pastries with relish.
Quatre yawned after finishing off his slice and blinked sleepily at Trowa.
"Trowa? The sun already went down and I'm- *yawn* sleepy...." Quatre sleepily stretched his arms and dozed against his lover.
Trowa smiled and carried the blonde boy inside of the mansion, taking care not to wake him up. He undressed him and put his pajamas on him. He helped him into bed and put his own pajamas on as well. Quatre wrapped his arms around his waist and cuddled against him like a teddy bear.
And so they went to sleep, dreaming of pianos and the apple pies.
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%~Owari~%
Yeah? You like? No? Yes? Something?!!!! Sequel is ok? I'll take that as a yes!
Quatre: *nods* It's sweet.
Trowa: *nods along* Hai...
Desly: *does a chibi pose* HAAAAAII!
Quatre: E-mail comments to...
Trowa: Dess-chan at Desly@hotmail.com!
Quatre & Trowa: *hollers* THIS FIC IS FER YA JAY-CHAN!
Jay: *sweatdrops* I can hear you fine... -.-()
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