Embrace the Evolution
*Warnings: Ok, when I heard this song, I was thinking about the lyrics and it hit me like a lightning bolt. This is a fucking PERFECT song for a Quatre and Trowa fic! *whips out a victory sign* All righty then! This is a song fic and remember, I wrote this in less than a week! *wow!* Yeah, I know! It's so weird, but so damn cool!
Ok, eh, the song is In My Pocket sung by Mandy Moore. This fic has shounen ai content, a bit on the romance side, yaoi, watch out for falling unpredictable bits of unbearably sugery sap, bits of angst, eventual 3+4, 1+2.
Remember, please e-mail comments/suggestions/flames/etc to DeslyDuo@hotmail.com! Arigatou! *bows reverently and winks* ^.~v
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Quatre darted among the milling crowds after the New Year's Eve Bash in the L4 colony. He had invited everyone; Heero, Duo, Wufei, Catherine, his family members, the Maganacs, Rashid, Sally, Noin, all the Preventer officers he knew and of course, Trowa. Everyone was at his mansion, celebrating with wine in one hand and screaming out shouts of joy.
He saw Duo tug on Heero's hand to go get some more punch on the other side of the elegantly decorated ballroom. His mouth formed words he didn't quite get and Heero smiled. Duo gingerly led him to the other side of the vast room with a happy grin.
The dj mixer turned his microphone on and smirked at everyone while letting out a big "Hello everyone down there! I've had enough of all this fancy waltzing, yeeeeoowwwwww!!!! How about something to get those hips moving, eh??"
The crowd below him raised a loud cheer and he clicked on a song that would really move those hips.
~Among the many muted faces
You try to find me in the spaces
You're drawn to my song (Ohh)
You only move to keep from sinking~
Trowa stood on the upper balcony overlooking the ballroom with fruit punch in one hand and his other hand touched the railing beneath it as he observed the crowd below. He was wearing casual black slacks, black dress shoes and black socks. On the top, he wore a black tank top and over it was an unbuttoned black short sleeved shirt.
The war was finally over, it was a while, but it was over. No more fighting, but now what? 'Should I go back to Catherine?' he thought feverishly, taking a sip from his fruit punch. He decided to walk around the balcony and slowly swayed his hips to the addictive music.
~You close your eyes as if you're thinking
Afraid all along
That in my eyes you’re so revealing
You’ll find what you’re needing~
Quatre shielded his eyes against the glare of the sparkling chandeliers that dotted themselves around the ceiling of the room. He walked around, searching for a certain someone. A certain tall brown haired person in complete black attire. He accidentally bumped into Duo, who just happened to be with Heero.
"Hey, Quatre! Awesome party, pal!" Duo winked at him and leaned an arm on Heero's right shoulder.
Heero noticed the slightly troubled look Quatre held. "Are you looking for, Trowa?" he politely asked.
Quatre jumped, but quickly recovered. "Hai, Heero. Do you happen to know where he is?"
Heero pointed at a black figure up on the balcony, with his eyes closed off to the world.
"Arigatou, Heero. Ja ne, Duo," he quickly sputtered and ran off to the stairs while his two friends smirked at each other in unison.
~Nothing but pennies in my pocket
Nothing but faith to keep me warm
But, baby, then I’d be broke without it
Tell me, how much for your love~
Trowa felt himself lose to the rhymic poundings of the exotic song that echoed throughout the room. He put his punch down and closed his eyes to enjoy the moment. The party, the celebrations and he was with friends, this was the life, right? To Trowa, life meant much more...
Behind his closed eyelids, he saw a smiling Quatre and he smiled too, even though he wasn't there with him. What did he have to give to Quatre in return for being his friend? He found himself in love with Quatre. He had nothing, but his heart to give to him. Would it be enough to get the blondie to come to him?
He surmised some more about Quatre while a pair of aqua eyes stared at him from across the balcony.
~Slip my heart in your back pocket
All that I got to keep you warm
So baby don't leave me here without it
Tell me how much for your love~
Quatre stared across the high balcony and sighed inwardly. His Uchuu no Kokoro twitched painfully in his chest and it led him to Trowa. Was he sad about something? Quatre felt bad and his stomach knotted together as he continued to stress.
He tugged at the navy blue silk ribbon that served as a tie for his outfit and adjusted his pale khakis pants in irritation. They were a little long, but nothing Quatre couldn't handle. He wore a handsome matching khakis jacket and a dark shirt underneath.
He continued to observe Trowa with a concerned face as the crowd below chattered happily.
~Hoping the melody will leave you
You walk to where I might not see you
Reach out to the wind
Looking to catch it for a minute~
Trowa opened his eyes and searched for Quatre in the crowd below. He came up with nothing and with a disappointed face, he turned his back to the party and went through the small door that led out to the upper private balconies outside.
A strong gust of wind flew by Trowa as he stepped out of the brightly lit room and into the darkness of the night. The only way of recognizing anything was by the light of the moon that sparkled brightly, as if to party along with the rest of the people.
"Quatre..." he whispered softly as he left his hands to dangle aimlessly over the stone railing of the balcony.
~But just to hold it not be in it
I’ve been where you’ve been
Cause some how I’m so afraid
The love will reveal what you’re made of~
Quatre blinked once and then, he was gone. He looked left and right to find him, but there was no trace. 'Perhaps he went to join the others downstairs?' he thought and scanned the room for the one known as Trowa. But he found nothing...
He looked up and across the high balcony to see if he came back from wherever he came from. Nope. He sighed unhappily and thought about him some more. 'Those green eyes, those gems, they're so captivating, yet, I sense something... am I missing something?' he questioned himself.
'You're missing the part of your heart that frees your soul to a significant other...' the other part of him answered him back with sincerity. He took another look around and walked over to where Trowa last stood.
~Nothing but pennies in my pocket
Nothing but faith to keep me warm
But, baby, then I’d be broke without it
Tell me, how much for your love~
'Why would Quatre love me, much less like me?' pondered Trowa. He peered down at the small pond below him. The moonlight danced daintily on the pond as rare species of fish swam to and fro, as if to dance along with the dashing melody of the music.
'But I love him so much; I've even caught him looking at me at different intervals... but does it mean he likes me? No, he wouldn't want me, would he? I'm so tainted with so many thing, but he's perfect, like an angel. His smile is like the sun, it warms my heart over with something I've never felt before...' Trowa surmised some more.
Trowa made a helpless face and frowned at his reflection at the pond. 'I want him so bad... what do I have to do in order to get him?' His heart lurched and he winced.
~Slip my heart in your back pocket
All that I got to keep you warm
So baby don't leave me here without it
Tell me how much for your love~
Quatre steadily walked around the top balcony and reached where Trowa last stood in record time. His Uchuu no Kokoro felt pain more evidently. His eyes traced the area like an inspector. 'Where did Trowa go?' His eyes strayed over some tall blue curtains that was billowed out from a slightly opened balcony door.
'So that's where he went...' Quatre smiled. 'Should I step out with him? Maybe it's a good time to tell him how I feel... what if he rejects me?' he thought unhappily. 'But his heart is in so much pain, I can feel it in my Uchuu no Kokoro. I don't want to give him a sudden heart attack with a declaration that I love him...'
He peered behind the curtains to find a slender figure, gazing downwards. He placed a hand over his heart and felt it flutter desperately. He made a fateful decision. He would confront him.
He quietly stepped out onto the little patio and into the night.
~Nothing but pennies in my pocket
Nothing but faith to keep me warm
But, baby, then I’d be broke without it
Tell me, how much for your love~
Trowa sensed someone joining him on the small balcony. He tensed up and turned around to find Quatre staring at him with a worried look.
"Oh, hi Quatre," he said with a relieved voice.
Quatre smiled at him and Trowa felt himself melt into a puddle. "I was looking for you," he stated carefully. "My Uchuu no Kokoro sensed that you were, perhaps sad? I want to help you, if you don't mind?"
Trowa stared at him with a surprised face. 'Yeah, I'm sad about something Quatre, but I'm too afraid to say it...' he thought and replied with something different. He turned his back to him and spoke out loud.
"How would a person go about to receive your love?" he questioned.
~Slip my heart in your back pocket
All that I got to keep you warm
So baby don't leave me here without it
Tell me how much for your love~
Quatre looked at him in shock. 'How would a person go about to receive my love?' He felt confused, he wanted to help him, but did Trowa imply that he wanted him? Liked him? Loved him? Anything?!?
"Um..." he hesitated. "My love has no price on it," he stated as a matter of factly. "Why?" he questioned.
~How much for your love?~
Trowa turned around to face Quatre again.
He quietly repeated the song's phrase.
"How much for your love?"
~Cause somehow I’m so afraid the love will reveal what you’re made of~
Quatre stood rooted to his spot with his mouth opened.
Trowa repeated the song again.
"Cause somehow I'm so afraid the love will reveal what you're made of..." he whispered shakily, his hair flew around his face by the wind.
~Nothing but pennies in my pocket
Nothing but faith to keep me warm
But, baby, then I’d be broke without it
Tell me, how much for your love~
Quatre tried to speak, but he couldn't. He was stunned, he was shakened, but he was relieved that Trowa loved him. How could he tell him he loved him back?
"I-I-I-I..." Quatre started, but he couldn't finish what he was wanting to say.
He heard him step forward until he was facing him. Trowa cautiously lifted his right hand and tilted Quatre's face to look at him in the eye. Emerald met aqua with a lust filled gaze.
Trowa bent down to quietly voice in himself in Quatre's ear.
"Nothing but pennies in my pocket, nothing but faith to keep me warm. But baby then I'd be broke without it. Tell me, how much for your love?"
Quatre felt his eyes water up. Trowa didn't have to pay him for his love! No! Never!
~Slip my heart in your back pocket
All that I got to keep you warm
So baby don't leave me here without it
Tell me how much for your love~
Trowa stepped back expectantly. Quatre's eyes watered and spilled over onto his face. Quatre rubbed his eyes irritatingly and smiled at him.
"Trowa," Quatre stepped forward towards him. "You don't need to pay me for my love. Love can't be bought, but I can say that I..." he looked up at him, eye to eye. "I can say that I love you."
Trowa moved his gaze to look at Quatre. Quatre had taken off his khakis jacket earlier on and had tied it around his waist. The wind blew his hair astray and the moonlight shone atop his lean shoulders, revealing a short sleeved shirt that clung to his figure.
Trowa tentatively leaned over and Quatre met him halfway in an awkward, but hungry kiss. When they broke for air, both of their lips pulsed and were sore.
~Nothing but pennies in my pocket
Nothing but faith to keep me warm
But, baby, then I’d be broke without it
Tell me, how much for your love~
Trowa offered his arm to Quatre.
"Shall we join the party?" he murmured as he held up an arm for Quatre to hold.
"Sure," Quatre replied with a happy grin and grasped his arm. They stepped into the upper balcony and were temporarily blinded with the bright lights. A giant disco ball descended down in the middle of the room for the countdown into the New Year.
They slipped down the stairs and joined Duo and Heero by a planted tropical plant.
"Hey!" Duo called. "Look what the disco ball dragged in! Ooh!" Duo softly nudged Quatre on the side. "You guys an 'item' now, ne?" he winked at him while he held Heero's hand.
Quatre blushed and his hold on Trowa was tighter. "H-ha-hai, Duo," he smiled and blushed some more.
The dj calmly turned his mic on and shouted down to the crowd. "Heeeeey! Ya'll ready for the New Year???" A crowd below him cheered and some even whistled loudly. "Ok! Count with me people! 20! 19! 18! 17! 16! 15!
~Slip my heart in your back pocket
All that I got to keep you warm
So baby don't leave me here without it
Tell me how much for your love~
Trowa turned to face Quatre who was clinging to him. He smiled at the kawaii antic. He was so adorable when he blushed like that.
"Quatre?" he slowly nudged him.
In the backround were filled joy filled voices that chanted with the dj. "10! 9! 8! 7! 6!"
"Hmm?" Quatre raised his head towards his voice. "Hai, Trowa?"
"5! 4! 3! 2! 1!"
"Ai shiteru, Quatre," and kissed him.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!" the crowd roared and Duo shouted along.
"Ehh, Hee-chan? How come YOU didn't kiss me at the stroke of midnight?" Duo pouted.
Heero smirked and silenced him with a kiss.
Trowa and Quatre were already too occupied to do anything else.
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=!Owari!=
*sniff* Ok... that was.. soo... *choke, sob* SAPPPPPPPPPY! *whips tears away from eyes*
Everyone: *cooing* Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Duo: *grins* Hell yeah! Score one for the Q-man!
Heero: C'mon, I'm hungry and it's not food either... *drags Duo away*
Duo: Be my guest! *big grin*
Desly: *holds head* I've got a pounding headache from listening to that song when I wrote this up! Itaaaiiii...!!!
Quatre: Arigatou, Dess-chan!
Desly: *makes a bewildered face* Eh?
Quatre: For such a wonderful fanfic! *hugs Trowa*
Desly: *blinks* Ano... itai... ano... *turns chibi* Dou itashimashite, Quatre!
Trowa: *nods* Arigatou...
Desly: *conks out into the world of genki-ness on a nearby sofa, still in chibi form* ...kawaii... yaoi...
Trowa: Please e-mail Dess-chan, she likes feedback.
Quatre: E-mail her at DeslyDuo@hotmail.com... *makes big chibi eyes* ONEGAI????
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