Disclaimer: Miracle belongs to Vertical Horizon and the characters belong to Sunrise thingy.. neither are mine. It’s so sad!! I should follow Nai-imoutochan’s advice and kidnap them. -_-;;;
~ You never really know...
Quatre stood near a large window, eyes closed and his violin tucked under his chin. The sunlight filtered in through the glass plains and played upon his flaxen hair. His small dusky pink lips were curled into a small smile as he gracefully pulled the bow across the glossy wood instrument. It emitted a lovely tune by Strauss. The melody flowed through the silent air and out of the sunlit room.
The tall teen leaned against the wall just outside of the door. His eyes were closed and his thin lips were pressed into a tight line. His reddish-brown hair swept over one of his eyes hiding it from vision. He listened intently to the melody then moved to enter the room. He gazed at the small golden haired boy before his vision. He then walked over to the window and pressed a hand on the smooth glass. After staring out over the horizon he turned to look at Quatre with brilliant emerald eyes.
Quatre opened one eye as he felt Trowa walked into the room. His smile broadened and the aqua colored eye sparkled brightly before closing once more. He then began to play even more beautifully, putting his heart into the melody that escaped the elegant stringed instrument.
Trowa noticed the change and closed his eyes, absorbing the gentle tune.
~ What it is... not until it goes...
The music stopped suddenly and Trowa’s eyes flew open. He hadn’t realized just how much he had enjoyed the slow medley of sound until now. He then faced Quatre to see a pair of bright azure eyes looking at him. Quatre stood quietly and looked very nervous. He smiled shyly at him the violin hanging from his hand on one side and the bow in the other. The blonde’s smile was radiant even still.
“Did it sound ok Trowa?” Quatre looked upon the tall, thin boy hopefully.
Trowa nodded slowly then turned to look out the window once more. He loved the warmth he felt around Quatre, but he didn’t want to accept it. There were too many things in his life that hurt like the edge of an extremely sharp knife. //Love and friendship hurt. //
Quatre’s mouth fell open slightly then he sighed. The light in the azure eyes faded and he walked out of the room dropping the violin carelessly onto a chair as he left.
The door closing softly caused Trowa to turn back to face it. His jade eyes widened slightly. The warmth was now gone. “Quatre...” The mask fell momentarily and his face contorted into an expression of pain and loss. “Come back...” The soft whisper was then lost into the silence of the sun filled room.
~ And if it comes again... it’s a miracle...
Quatre’s eyes filled with tears, but not one fell. // You’re being silly. // He breathed in deeply then leaned against the wall. Slowly his body slid to the floor and he gathered his knees to his chest. //So he’s not interested. It’s nothing to cry about... // He blinked slowly determined not to cry, then he felt a soft whisper tickle the back of his senses. Like a small child crying out, asking not to be left alone. The blonde head shook slightly to rid the feeling. // Right? //
Trowa walked slowly over to the violin and ran a finger down the glossy finish. The instrument was still warm where Quatre had placed it against his body. Trowa smiled slightly then quietly gathered it up and placed it in the case with it’s bow. He knew how much Quatre loved it and music. Closing the case he sighed heavily.
Quatre rose and stood before the door to the room he had just left thinking. //Hey... I can always use the excuse that I need to put up my violin. // He smiled then rubbed his eyes. He opened the door then walked in to see Trowa closing the case to the violin. Quatre’s eyes widened then his features fell into a soft smile.
Trowa smiled to himself as he felt Quatre walk back in. Warmth followed Quatre wherever he went. // It’s like magic... // Trowa turned and his eyes widened as his gaze locked upon the beautiful smile on the Arabian boy’s pale, smooth face.
~ But what you miss is love...
Quatre walked over to the tall pilot and grabbed his hand gently. Trowa jumped slightly. “Trowa... will you come with me somewhere?” Quatre’s azure eyes pleaded with the sparkling jade without flinching.
Trowa was stunned. He didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was being pulled into the pools of aquamarine. “I will...” The green eyes widened, surprised by his own voice.
The smile widened even further as Quatre pulled Trowa out of the room gently and out of the safe house. Quatre hummed the soft classical tune as he walked and Trowa’s eyes never left the shining blonde hair. Quatre felt his gaze and felt a jolt of energy. As they walked Quatre felt a mix of fear, pain, and hope within the tall pilot. //I wonder what he’s so afraid to tell me... //
Trowa began to quiver inside violently. His insides knotted up and he felt nauseated. He wanted to be with Quatre so badly, but he was scared. His past haunted him so persistently. // I want to love him... //
~ In everything below and up above...
Quatre winced at the feelings he was receiving from the HeavyArms pilot, but tried his best to ignore. Soon he stopped and smiled as he turned to face Trowa again. Trowa stared blankly back at him then gazed about them at their surroundings. They were standing next to a small fountain in a park near the safe house. It was pretty much deserted and they were the only two within its bounds.
Trowa looked back at Quatre quietly. The soft breeze ruffled the golden hair and the sun filtered through the trees shining down upon him, making him look angelic. “Quatre...” his voice came out a harsh whisper as he stared mesmerized by the pale angel before him. He then noticed the violin case that he hadn’t seen Quatre pick up.
Quatre winked at him as he set the case on a bench and opened it, pulling out the glossy instrument once more. He placed it under his chin and stood in a graceful stance, poising the bow over the instrument. “What shall I play for you Trowa?” the azure eyes sparkled at the other boy, filled with warmth and love.
~ And could he bring it all... a miracle...
Trowa looked at the blonde figure before him in shock. “Mozart...” His voice was slightly choked and amazed. “Quatre... why did we come here?”
Quatre smiled softly at him. “I come here often because it’s so beautiful and peaceful. It helps me think. And my music sounds better here as well.” he winked then moved the bow over the instrument softly, strumming a Mozart piece. The music flowed from the frail Arabian like a soft brook through a beautiful forest. The song wrapped about the two of them and Quatre fell into it, closing his bright aqua eyes.
The emerald eyes fell closed and the melody calmed all the mixed feelings within him. //I’ve never been this much at peace before... // He sighed softly then opened his eyes to stare at the blonde musician. //I think I love you... // He stood then walked over to the sweet angelic Arabian. He stepped behind him quietly. //I’m going to give you my all... // He slipped his arms about the small dainty waist then he laid his head upon the slender shoulder. //I’m ready to give love a try... // The music filled his head and warmth enclosed him. //If you’ll have me... //
Quatre’s aqua eyes flickered open and looked at the arms about his waist. He smiled then slowed the tune slightly, making it softer. “Trowa... I love you...”
Trowa opened his eyes then looked into the aqua eyes. He nodded then opened his mouth to respond only to have his lips captured in a kiss by the small Arabian. The music slowly faded and Trowa fell into the warm lips.
~ Is there a trace... inside his face... of a lonely miracle...
Quatre pulls back slowly. His smile is soft and loving, unlike anything Trowa had ever seen. His eyes widened as Quatre began to pick up the tune again while leaning back against him gently. “I’ll go as slow as you need me to Trowa-kun.”
Trowa studied the blonde then moved closer to his ear. “I love you too...” his voice was barely even a whisper as his warm breath flowed over the pale skin. Quatre shivered slightly at the feel then turned his head slightly to smile into the jaded eyes.
“I’ll take care of you... I promise...”
~ And so you wait... and lie awake... for a lonely miracle...
Trowa pulled Quatre closer and breathed in his faint scent. //He’s so beautiful... // He kisses the soft neck still drinking in the soft notes of the blonde’s song.
The Arabian sighed to himself. //This is like a dream come true... // He felt the warmth in Trowa’s soul and smiled broadly. //No one will ever hurt you again Trowa. I promise you that on my life. // Slowly the song faded away and the violin left it’s spot to hang at his side as he turned around to face the green-eyed pilot.
He smiled down at Quatre then leaned down to take his lips in a soft, loving kiss. He pulled the slender boy as close as possible and wrapped his arms about him. “Don’t ever leave me... Please...”
Quatre kissed the other boy’s forehead and smiled. “I’ll stay with you always. I promise...”
~owari~
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