"We mustn't fight! -Quatre Raberba Winner
It took me quite a few minutes before I fully comprehended what Trente had just announced. Not only did he want to go with me, but he didn't really give me a say in the whole matter. His parents looked just as surprised as I did, but soon after Duo got this impetuous grin on his face that seemed to suggest nothing more than mischief. As such he was known for, I'm sure. Even in knowing him only a couple days I'd come to realize that Duo was all about mischief, and mischief was all about Duo. Hilde, on the other hand, looked like she had just seen an adorable kitten playing with a piece of string.
"Awwww...."
My cheeks could not have gotten redder, so I cleaned up the plate and quickly left the room, muttering something about having to go to the bathroom. Upon reaching my destination, I shut the door, a bit louder than meaning, and plopped down on the toilet seat, contemplating what had just happened. Trente must have thought I was mad, for a moment later there was a quiet knock on the door, my name called softly.
"Yes, Trente?"
I heard him sigh, although, in relief or to calm himself down, I wasn't sure. "Are you alright?"
I smiled, and got up to answer his call. "Yes." I opened the door, looking straight at him, and stepped into the hallway, my back to the bathroom. He immediately seemed very interested in his feet, at which I chuckled, noting his nervousness. "Are you?" I asked, leaning into his gaze and bringing it up to my face and not the carpet. He nodded, and for once I wasn't the one who was speechless. I decided to break the silence, as I knew it was making us both uneasy, with, "I'm glad you want to come with me, but are you sure you want to?"
A fire leapt to his eyes I never thought him capable of as he answered sternly with, "Of course I want to go with you. I would never give up this chance, no matter what." The abruptness of which he replied surprised me, as well as the determination and heart put into what he said, only making me
happier.
"I'm sorry I left so quickly." was all I managed to say, heart racing and palms sweating as I thought of what the future would bring, now that Trente was my partner and companion for the quest my father had sent me on. Looking away from his soft eyes, I breathed deeply, controlling my blood pressure
and slowing my heart rate, knowing I would have problems later if I didn't. He saw this, and moved to be in front of me again, gazing into my eyes and causing all previous focus to be lost in his stare.
"Don't worry about it. Did Heero teach you to do that?"
My eyes widened as I realized he knew I was lowering my heart rate voluntarily, and I bit my bottom lip, looking at his knees. `Damn. He even has sexy legs!' Remembering to answer, I nodded. "Yes, Father taught me to lower my blood pressure and heart rate when I was very young, as he was taught to do. He would hook me up to a heart monitor and tell me to lower it to a number, and if I didn't do it pretty quickly, I would get punished with more exercises or more running. I learn quickly, thankfully."
Trente, lifting my chin, smiled, eyes twinkling as he thought of this. "Why do you need to lower your heart rate? Is it...faster than normal...at the moment?"
I must have seemed a deer in front of headlights, for he laughed at my expression, and the steamy instant between us was lost momentarily. I forced a giggle in spite of myself, and for a second, it seemed we were the only ones in the world left, which I enjoyed immensely. This lasted for what seemed an eternity as I stared at him, and he stared back, but, unfortunately, our gaze was broken by none other than Duo, the braided wonder.
"Whatcha guys doin'?" Then, to Trente, "Are you really going with her?" His son nodded, still looking at me and seeming to be ignorant of his father's presence.
"Sarah, will you come with me?" I nodded and allowed myself to be taken off by Trente's hand at my elbow, not even acknowledging Duo, who stood at the end of the hall, eyebrow raised and mouth open as he saw us scamper off. Trente pulled me through the house to his room, where he opened the door,
blushed at the slight mess, and gestured for me to sit on the bed. I did as he wanted, noting the bounciness of the mattress, and watched, smirk across my cheeks, as he raced around, picking up clothing and straightening his room quickly, wanting to make a good impression. As he shoved clothing in the closet and shut it, leaning against it and sighing heavily, I let out a previously suppressed laugh, much to his surprise. "What?" he asked, sitting down heavily next to me.
I shook my head, grinning broadly. "Nothing." I answered innocently. He smirked now, and turned to face me, sitting cross-legged on his bed.
"Sarah..." he whispered, taking one of my hands in his own. I felt my cheeks redden as he stared at me, drinking in all of my features, and tried looking away, afraid that if I looked into his eyes, I might do something rash. Counting in my head, I lowered my heart rate successfully, much to my surprise, despite my anxiety and nervousness.
Getting up the might to look at him head on, I did, and found myself lost in his endless pools of ice blue eyes, just as I thought I would be. Scooting myself closer rather indiscreetly, I grasped his other hand, and, just as quietly, replied. "Trente..."
"I..." But before he could finish his sentence, I did the rash thing I was afraid I would do if I stared back into his eyes. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips on his, closing my eyes as I experienced my first kiss. Reveling in the taste and the fiery sensation that swept through my body, I timidly wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing to deepen the kiss. He sensed this, and responded accordingly, much to my surprise and instant pleasure. A moment later, we broke off, eyes closed as we hovered near each other's
faces, then I leaned back, licking my lips in satisfaction. My first kiss...
"Oh my Kami...your dad is gonna kill me."
I chuckled lightly at this, then realized Trente was completely and utterly correct. My father would kill him. He would drag him off by his sexy braid and first chop it off, then pull out his gun and shoot him. Right in the head, knowing Father. I couldn't let this happen...I liked him too much. My father, I decided at that point, was not allowed to kill my boyfriends...
If there ever were any after Trente, that is. Just one problem...we weren't officially an `item,' seeing as how no one made it official. I waited, eyebrows raised expectantly, for this declaration, but only received a fear-filled silence from the boy, who sat with his eyes wide, mouth agape, and a terrified expression on his face. Sighing, I decided I must take matters into my own hands...
"Trente?" The boy didn't look up, but sat in the same catatonic trance he had been since our perfectly wonderful kiss ended. I rolled my eyes. `How can anyone be that afraid of my father? He hasn't even met him!' "Trente? Hello?" I shook his shoulder, and his head snapped up, seeming as if I had just woken him up.
"Sarah?"
"You can't be that afraid of him. He's just my father. He's the nicest, sweetest, funniest guy I know..." I smiled fondly at him. "Other than you."
Trente still had the look of a deer caught in headlights, but he forced a smile. How I loved that smile... "Although, the fact that you haven't really met any other guys besides your uncle, Wufei, my father and myself doesn't seem to help that compliment, but thank you, anyway. Now, when are we
leaving?"
I rolled my eyes. He was still convinced that he was coming with me...
I decided I had to prove him wrong.
~*~
Finally, after telling him intricate details of how I...I mean, we, planned to leave, I left his room, receiving one more last kiss (not as long as the first, unfortunately), and headed to my own, downstairs. I packed my things, what little I had, and set my alarm so that he would think I was still there in the morning...at least, until he noticed that I hadn't left my room for quite some time, or came down to get me. I sat down, grabbing a book from the shelves against the wall, and set a second alarm, one for 11:00pm, and started reading. A few hours later, finishing the story, I watched the clock. Ten fifty-nine. One minute, and I would be leaving. Making a sweep of my room with my eyes one last time, I put the book back, and waited next to the clock for the alarm. Beep, beep, be--whack!
Checking all the locks on the windows, I crawled up into the ventilation shaft in the ceiling of my room, but not before turning off my light and making a form with my pillows that would look like a body in case someone decided to sneak in during the night. There was just one problem with that. I wished I could be there when that someone decided to sneak in, it would make for a rather interesting and, knowing that someone a bit too well, pleasurable experience. Unfortunately, I had a mission to accomplish. And nothing...or, rather, no one, gets in the way of my missions.
Going over the floor plan in my mind, I headed towards the living room, certain that if I could make it there I was home free. Checking to see that I had my keys with me, I removed a grate above me and peeked my head out, grinning as I realized my calculations to be correct. I was in the living room. Pulling myself out noiselessly, I carefully replaced the grate for the air conditioning and tiptoed out, shutting the door silently behind me.
Now, this was the hard part. I had to start my car quietly enough to not cause any suspicion inside, especially from Trente, who had a window on the front of the house. I opened the door gently, paranoid that he had heard the sound, then convinced myself he hadn't, and it was only really loud to me because of the empty street, and the fact I was trying to be quiet. Jumping in, I stuck the key in the ignition and waited for any signs from the house.
None.
Good.
I turned the key slightly, still watching his window for a light of some sort, and then pushed it all the way, feeling the motor jump to action beneath me. I shifted it to reverse and pulled down the driveway, smiling as I thought of the hospitality Duo and Hilde had shown me. Leaving their small neighborhood, I headed for the highway, going over the plans Hilde had given me earlier for reaching Trowa's house. His was going to be quite a drive, looking over the map and reading the directions showed me.
I drove all night, then pulled over at a gas station for some breakfast at about 6:00am, locking the doors. When I returned ten minutes later, I placed the donut in the seat next to me and the coffee in the cup holder and started the car, only to find that someone had stowed away and was trying to confiscate my donut from their seat in the back!
I did the only thing I could think of doing. I pulled my gun, screamed like a banshee, and turned around, pointing the barrel straight between the unknown donut-stealer's eyes, which widened immensely and seemed to glow ice blue in the misty morning hours. Looking over the confection attacker, I sighed, putting my gun away, but still my surprise was evident.
"Trente?!" `How could I have not noticed him sitting in the back of my car for so long? I mean, come on, it's been at least seven hours since I got in here...' My thoughts were interrupted by his deep voice asking me a question, but because I wasn't paying attention, I had to ask him to repeat himself.
"So, can I have your donut?" he inquired with his sparkling smile.
I sighed again. `Just like his father.' "Fine, Trente, go ahead." Watching him grin like the cat who got the canary, I remembered that I still hadn't found out why he was in my car. So, I decided to ask. His eyebrows flew up at my question, and he seemed surprised that I had wanted to know what he was doing there.
He smirked and finally answered, after inhaling my donut. "Well, I told you I was going with you. I also told you that I wouldn't miss this chance for the world. So, here I am!"
I nodded, pursing my lips. "What about those plans I told you? Didn't you--"
"You think I would believe that you were actually going to leave that late in the morning to go to Trowa’s? I know how long it takes to get there, and it’s not trip around the block. And, furthermore, I know that your father prefers to be alone, and seeing as how Mom and Dad say you are exactly like your father, I came to the conclusion that you would rather travel alone than with a hunk like me. Which hurts, really, but at least I thought of that before you left. Oh, good plan though, it had me going for a bit, Sar." All I could do was quirk an eyebrow at his mock arrogance, then turn around and put the key in the ignition. "Sar?"
I turned around and stared at him like he was insane, and he noticed this, mouth going slightly agape and eyes widening as he started to ask me why I was looking at him like that. I cut him off, though, with an exasperated sigh and, "Are you going to make me look like a chauffeur or are you going to come up and sit next to me?" Trente narrowed his eyes, smile hovering about his lips as he stared back at me.
"Well...I think I'll come up and sit next to you, but only because I like the view in front better than in back." He grinned devilishly, eyes lighting up as he saw my mock hurt face, and hopped out of the car, walking leisurely up to the passenger side seat. I rolled my eyes.
`This is certainly going to make my trip more interesting...at least more interesting than it already is...'
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