Theme: Seven Deadly Sins – Wrath
Rating: NC17 overall
Summary: About decisions, right and wrong, and the path they build.
Thanks a lot to Anne for the beta.
Quatre has two jobs. He teaches in a local music school in the afternoon and then plays in the bar at night. I watch him teach a little girl how to play the violin. She's just starting and the sound the instrument makes is no better than the cries of a wet cat, but he's patient, correcting her posture and the position of her fingers before he tells her to try again.
We didn't talk about us again after this morning. He talked about his students, the band, New York, but didn't ask me any more questions. I let him because I still don't know what he wants me to say.
The girl's violin screeches again. I watch Quatre demonstrate, his fingers flowing naturally over the strings. I don't understand. What does he want? What am I doing wrong, and why won't he show me?
I'm quiet when we leave the school and silent while we eat a simple meal in a diner. We are walking to the bar when he stops, in the middle of the sidewalk. "You are angry." He leans on the wall of a gray building and crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for me to say something.
"I don't understand you!" My voice isn't loud but it's not as controlled as usual. "I came here for you. I made a mistake before but I'm here now, I'm ready to work things out but you… I don't understand what you want from me."
"I told you I want you."
"Would you stop being so cryptic!?" This time my voice is loud. "You say you want me, and here I am, giving myself to you, then why won't you take me?"
He doesn't say anything so I continue. "Is this pay back? Are you angry because I turned you down then, and giving me a taste of what I did?"
He pushes away from the wall. "You hurt me, Trowa. I won't lie; I did think of making you feel what I felt, but instead, I left." He walks closer to me. "You were the thing holding my life together then, and when you said no, I understood that it couldn't be all about you." His lips curl slightly. "I had to find myself." He looks around and the smile grows. "I did. And now I can really give myself to you." The rain starts falling and a drop lands on his cheek, looking like a tear. "What I've been asking you, Trowa, is if you can do the same. I love you but I don't want you to become an extension of me. I don't want to change you."
The rain is falling faster, my hair is getting wet but I can't move. "You love me," I whisper.
He smiles. "Of course I do."
I grab his hand. "Come on. You are going to be late." And start running.