Title: Let Go
Author: Atarashii (kitsune_atarashii@hotmail.com)
Rating: G; Sap, Minor Angst
Pairing: 3+4

Disclaimer: Ttrowa and Quatre ain't mine.

Warning: ...

Rambling: Another (weird) fic, written in Trowa's POV. Have fun reading.


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Let Go (One-Shot)

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He's haviing another one.

As I've been doing for the past few nights, I take him into my arms, brushing aside his silken bangs. His trembling stops, and inwardly I breathe a sigh of relief.

I hate to see him suffer.

As I lean back against the wall, I run my hand through his hair, reveling in the way they feel. No matter how hard I try to get him to open up to me, he refuses to. He's as stubborn as I used to be when our positions were reversed.

Light colored eyelashes flutter, and I'm tranfixed by his gaze. The blue of them soften, and he gives me one of his smiles which manages to make me melt. Soon enough, though, its turns down into a frown as he pulls out of my embrace, silently moving over to his side of the bed.

"I'm sorry I woke you up." he whispers.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." I reply with a small smile, "But I wish you would tell me what's bothering you, Cat. I hate to see you like this."

My tone becomes pleading, as I lock his eyes with a single look which conveys fear, pain, longing.

"I..." he turns away, shoulders slumping. "I don't want you to leave me if I told you, Trowa."

Startled, I crawl over to him, taking him into my arms once more. Turning his head and burying it in my chest, he cries, while I rub his back, trying to soothe him. "I would never leave you, little one," I murmur, resting my head on the top of his.

"I..." another choked sob. "I tried to get away, really I did. But...I couldn't in time. T-This man...h-he..."

I freeze, tensing at the words I'm sure I am going to hear. I lift my head, gently lifting his chin until I can see his face. Bright blue eyes, sparkling with tears shed and unshed. Kissing his forehead, I assure him, "It wasn't your fault, Quatre." My arms tighten around his waist.

"I wasn't r-raped, Trowa. It's just...he touched me, even though I tried to get away!" he smiles sadly, "I killed him, Trowa."

I blink, repeating his words in my head.

"It wasn't my job to do so. The war's over, and I killed an innocent." Eyes darkening, his fingers lightly brush aside my bangs, "I'm not 'pure' or 'innocent' anymore. My hands are dirty now, Trowa."[1]

Swallowing, I shake my head, "People are forced to do things they regret later. You were threatened, so you took action. Put it to rest, Cat. That's the only way he'll stop haunting your dreams, your life. Leave him be."

Tilting his head, my lover nods his head slowly. "I will, Trowa. For us, I will."


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[1] I've been watching the Talisman eppys of Sailormoon too many times lately. -_-; You need to see it to figure out just how this line ties in with the series. It's a Haruka line though. ^_____^

...I don't get this one either. Had too much Pepsi when I wrote it, I think. o_O;;;