I had to suppress the urge to giggle -- the way he phrased it, it sounded like we were announcing our marriage plans, or a new baby, or something. There was not a trace of humor in Trowa's voice, though, and when Heero looked up and scanned his face -- and moved his eyes over to search mine -- there was a barely concealed suspicion in his demeanor. "Nani?" he growled.
Trowa looked at me, raising one eyebrow slightly, but I just looked back at him beseechingly. So soon after my vision, I wasn't strong enough to get it out, and Trowa saw that in my face and let out a soft sigh. He folded his hands on the tabletop, met Heero's piercing blue gaze steadily, and said, "We believe we may have some proof that Duo is still alive."
Heero's hands stilled on the keypad, and a moment of dreadful silence descended. I had shut off my Spaceheart as tightly as I knew how, but I didn't have the slightest trouble reading the flash of emotion hidden in the subtle widening of those blue eyes. Something too dark to be rage, too cold to be hate -- it wasn't a pretty feeling, and to tell the truth I wasn't entirely sure it could be called human. But not a sliver of hope, not even an instant of doubt.
"Uso." He shoved himself out of the chair, hands pushing the notepad flat against the desk. "He is dead. Do not lie to me."
"Not a lie," I blurted out, backing up Trowa with all the sincerity I could muster. The despairing finality of his words burned like acid, eating away at my resolve. "Heero, do you think I would lie to you about --"
"You are lying," he rasped, his hands trembling slightly where they gripped the tabletop, "or you are mistaken. Either way you waste my time." He unclenched his fingers from the table with an effort, and jerked around to face the door. "Never speak of this again," he snarled over his shoulder. He did not spare a glance at either of us as he tore from the room.
"Quatre?" Once again, Trowa's voice drew me out of my stunned stillness, and I focused on him with some difficulty. "Are you all right?" Worried green eyes studied me from beneath his bangs, and I gladly reached out and took the offered hand. It wasn't enough, and after a moment I gave into the temptation to crawl into his embrace.
"I'm fine, Trowa," I replied quietly, giving some reassurance I wasn't sure I felt. The hug felt nice, chasing away the lingering traces of Heero's devastation. "I just... looked too closely."
"What did you see, Little One?" he asked quietly, offering his presence and support, something I badly needed right then.
Re: Torn 1
Date: 2006-02-21 11:06 am (UTC)Trowa looked at me, raising one eyebrow slightly, but I just looked back at him beseechingly. So soon after my vision, I wasn't strong enough to get it out, and Trowa saw that in my face and let out a soft sigh. He folded his hands on the tabletop, met Heero's piercing blue gaze steadily, and said, "We believe we may have some proof that Duo is still alive."
Heero's hands stilled on the keypad, and a moment of dreadful silence descended. I had shut off my Spaceheart as tightly as I knew how, but I didn't have the slightest trouble reading the flash of emotion hidden in the subtle widening of those blue eyes. Something too dark to be rage, too cold to be hate -- it wasn't a pretty feeling, and to tell the truth I wasn't entirely sure it could be called human. But not a sliver of hope, not even an instant of doubt.
"Uso." He shoved himself out of the chair, hands pushing the notepad flat against the desk. "He is dead. Do not lie to me."
"Not a lie," I blurted out, backing up Trowa with all the sincerity I could muster. The despairing finality of his words burned like acid, eating away at my resolve. "Heero, do you think I would lie to you about --"
"You are lying," he rasped, his hands trembling slightly where they gripped the tabletop, "or you are mistaken. Either way you waste my time." He unclenched his fingers from the table with an effort, and jerked around to face the door. "Never speak of this again," he snarled over his shoulder. He did not spare a glance at either of us as he tore from the room.
"Quatre?" Once again, Trowa's voice drew me out of my stunned stillness, and I focused on him with some difficulty. "Are you all right?" Worried green eyes studied me from beneath his bangs, and I gladly reached out and took the offered hand. It wasn't enough, and after a moment I gave into the temptation to crawl into his embrace.
"I'm fine, Trowa," I replied quietly, giving some reassurance I wasn't sure I felt. The hug felt nice, chasing away the lingering traces of Heero's devastation. "I just... looked too closely."
"What did you see, Little One?" he asked quietly, offering his presence and support, something I badly needed right then.