Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Porcelain Doll ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

The room was dimly lit. Quatre sat quietly at the edge of the silken covered bed. The sented candles gave the room a wonderous smell of vanilla. He clutched his jacket close around his body as if scared or shy.

Another soon entered the room. His upper body was strong and his looks were utterly gorgeous. His eyes shone a pale blue and his hair was cut short. He was dressed only in a pair of black jeans. He walked over to Quatre and sat down beside him."Hm..." He placed a hand gently on Quatre's shoulder."It's not to cold in here is it?"

Quatre shook his head and sighed to himself."No,no.." He slipped the jacket off gently revealing smoth, pale, flawless, porcelain skin.

"You're beautiful..." The man muttered running his hand through Quatres blonde hair. Quatre shuddered slightly and turned his head away from the man. He frowned."Is something wrong?"

Quatre took a deep breath and shook his head."No, everything's fine...I'm sorry."

"That's ok..." He replied."Anyways..." The man smiled and began to place kisses gently on Quatre's cheek and collar bone.

Quatre frowned and let his mind go blank so to try and forget the horrid situation.

But no matter what these thoughts, feelings, and pain would always be in his mind. It was like a horrible nightmare had come true and will not end no matter what is done.

****

Trowa placed his suitcase down on his bed and opened it. It was getting late and his Catherine would be home soon. He looked around the room and sighed."Good to be home..." He muttered.

Everything was how he left it when he went off to University. He missed home like any other person would.

He found himself looking through his old high school belonging's. He pulled out his yearbook and moved to his bed. Things were fun back then. He then heard the slam of the front door taking him out of his thoughts.

"Cathy must be home."He muttered placing the book down, then lifted himself off the bed and walked out of the room.

Making his way down the hall and to the kitchen he saw Catherine placing her car keys down on the table with a long tired sigh. She was also cursing slightly under her breath.

"Bad day?" Trowa asked her making her jump slightly. He laughed as she turned and glared slightly at him.

"Don't scare me like that!" she exclaimed placing her hands on her hips."And yes I've had a very bad day. The cafe was so busy tonight. I can't believe I lasted that long there. It's like hell. I can't believe that two girls called in sick today. Flu must be going around... great." She took her jacket off and placed it down on the coat rack.

Trowa grinned slightly."Oh, Cathy, cheer up. You survived." Trowa leaned back against the kitchen counter and watched his sister make some hot chocolate.

She rose an eyebrow and looked at him sternly."You try working in a cafe for 12 hours. You never get a moments peace."She then took the steaming cup to the table and sat down at a chair."I'd really like to see you do it."

Trowa laughed."Catherine, I'm joking. I'm joking. Calm down." Trowa got himself some hot chocolate and sat at the table as well.

"Hm... Hey, Trowa. I just remembered something."She almost muttered after taking a sip of her drink.

Trowa looked up."Hm? What?"

"Um, well ... a girl that I work with saw you leave with a young boy earlier. I was just wondering why?" She sighed and leaned her elbows on the table.

Trowa figited slightly."Oh, yea... well, It wasn't what you think really. I was looking for someone to hang out with. Since you were going to be working longer... I just asked if he wanted to hang out for a bit."

Catherin nodded a bit."Ohh, ok I see. He's always in the cafe in the mornings. A real sweetie too. He always seems to brighten my mornings." She leaned a hand to her cheek.

"Oh....uh....y...yea?" Trowa shifted in his chair."Didn't you notice anything...uh...different about him? I never even expected to hear something like that from him."

She blinked."...What do you mean? I don't see anything wrong with him...What do you mean by different?"

"Uhh, well... nevermind. Ok?" Trowa got up and left the room.

Catherine stood up from her chair."Trowa, hey, wait!" She rushed to Trowa's room, where he had just went."What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Trowa turned to her."Not really." He shrugged."When i invited him over here. He said and did something a little off."

"Off? What do you mean by that?!" She stared at Trowa with a funny look."Your not making much sense."

"He's a prostitute."

"Oh my... are you serious? What did you say to him?" Catherine bit her lower lip a bit.

"Well, I kinda just told him to leave."Trowa answered

"Trowa! That was rude!"Catherine frowned and crossed her arms."You didn't have to tell him to leave, you could of just told him thats not what you wanted from him."

Trowa sighed and didn't know what to say in reply. Catherine was mad. He just shook his head."Nevermind, ok?" He lay down on his bed and placed both his hands behind his head. He heard Catherine leave the room, and closed his eyes as she did and soon fell asleep.

****

Spinning. Quatre's mind was spinning with many thoughts. Anger, Pity, Death. All so confusing all so horrible. Well what else did he have left to think?

The clock ticked quietly as he heard the other man's rhytmic breath. He couldn't sleep. Not after this. The whole world just seemed to be teasing him. Taunting all his desicions making things worse. Alot of it was true. So many people and yet so much hate. Nobody cared for one another for how they were. It was all so strange. He glanced out the open window and peered at the night sky. Such peace and tranquility. He began to get lost into the sea of stars letting all his thoughts melt. Yet he knew in reality things like this can not be so easily forgotten.

He then felt the need to think back to when he was young. When he was with his family. His father was a strict man, so full of rules and order. Most of his sisters were grown up and out of the house but there was three that were still in the house to finish school. They were always joking around with each other and having fun. But that was without their father around. With him around it was always how he wanted it. Quiet and respectable.

And to think, this was not so long ago...

But then the memory of leaving his home returned to his thoughts, so vivid and clear like it had just happened.

His sister had dropped a plate in the kitchen accidentally and his father exploded into rage, yelling at her and sending her to her room after grounding her for a week. Quatre then couldn't take it anymore he just began to scream and yell into a fit of rage and left then and there. His father was too mad to go after him or stop him.

The night seemed to pass by quickly, yet Quatre slept little. He felt so awkward in this place, and after what he had done, this was the forth time he had done this and still felt utterly horrid.

As the morning began to rise, he suddenly thought of that guy... Trowa.

He felt the man's arm cross over his body slowly. Quatre's body stiffened and began to move out of the bed.

"Mm... where are you going?" The man asked in a low mutter. He shifted sleepily and sat up.

"...I have to go.. I promised to...meet someone." He lied.

"Oh...hm, well, I'll give you my number, maybe we can meet up later? How about it?"

Quatre stared at him for awhile and nodded slowly."..S...sure...."

The man passed him his number. "My name is Vance, and your name is...?" He placed a hand on Quatre's cheek.

"Quatre." He said turning his head slightly away from Vance. He then got up taking the paper from his hand and put it in his pocket. "...Thanks."

"Oh and...uh, here." He smiled and handed Quatre some money."Hope you come back again."

Quatre smiled slightly."Yea.." He shoved the money in his coat pocket and walked quickly out of the house. He shuddered slightly and began to walk down the street."I... never want to do that again." He then felt a warm tear fall down his cheek and quickly rubbed it away. "I... I can't cry. I have to be strong. I can't give up..." He just kept walking.

Soon finding himself at that same cafe....