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Trowa's Introduction to the RP

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Jul. 22nd, 2004 | 03:47 pm
posted by: driftingdoll in slow_as_hell

Finally finished it, even though it took me over a month. Maybe it's because I spent my time playing the RP, rather than writing the intro. Oh, well. At least it's here now!

================Trowa's Introduction================

Tuesday, August 17, 197 A.C.

Earth, Somewhere, The Circus

“You’re going to be late,” she said as she leaned against the door frame. He gave her a nod and a small smile, then resumed his slow procession through the trailer. For such a short distance, he was taking an awfully long time, but he wanted to remember it just the way it was. He wanted to make memories to replace the things he was trying to forget.

There had to be something more than that—more than the fighting and the running and the hiding—but that was all he had known. The months after the Mariemaia incident had gone by in a whirl and his summer at the circus was hardly a basis for normality. Would going to school be something to look forward to? Would it give him something he could barely hope for? Even if he didn’t know what it was? He wasn’t sure, but it was worth trying.

“Trowa…” Her voice drew him out of his silent contemplations and he looked up, shouldering his duffle bag. “Let me drive you to the airport?”

He offered her a small smile, something he’d been doing more and more frequently, as he headed to the door. “If it’s not too much trouble…”

She shook her head, her auburn curls gleaming under the late summer sun. “Of course not,” she laughed lightly. “What kind of a sister would I be if I didn’t see you off?”

He smiled in a show of appreciation as he followed her to the old blue pick-up truck. He wasn’t sure what to say—they weren’t really siblings; or at least, they didn’t have the blood test to prove it. It was better like this, pretending they were without proof that they weren’t. And even though his official documents read Barton instead of Bloom, she still treated him like a little brother.

He loved her for that. And it was the best feeling in the world to be loved back, especially by someone who knew what he’d done and who he’d been. She didn’t understand and she couldn’t relate, but she loved him none the less.


“You’ll call? And write? Let me know if something—”

“I’ll be fine, Cathy,” he said as he hugged her, something he wasn’t quite comfortable with, but he knew it would make her feel better. He couldn’t leave without hugging her goodbye. “It’s just school. How hard can it be?”

She gave him a kiss on the cheek as she pulled away and he couldn’t help the blush that rose to his face as he stepped back awkwardly. She laughed as he looked around to see if anyone was watching. “Don’t be so self-conscious.”

He wanted to tell her it would put her in danger, that they could use her against him now that she’d been seen with him. But it wasn’t true any longer… There was no need to fear the enemy that wasn’t there. “I don’t mean to be…”

"I know you--- You'll change once you get used to it," she answered with a smile and turned back to the truck, reaching behind the seat to pull out a small gift bag. “Something for your trip,” she said as she handed him the bag. He started to peek inside and she squeezed the top closed. “Don’t open it till you get on the plane.”

He shook his head in amusement and didn’t try to look again.


He was glad when the seats next to him ended up empty, allowing him more space to spread out and relax on the airplane. He didn’t want someone looking over his shoulder—it was a soldier’s habit, one he would probably never give up.

Cathy’s gift was a pleasant surprise, one that warmed his heart in a way he never expected. For all she didn’t know about him, there was a certain amount she did and she used that to show how much she cared. She had enclosed a variety of his favorite sweets: Reese Pieces—he only ate the orange and yellow; Giant Chewy Sweet Tarts—he would suck on them long enough to make them soft like chewing gum, making his fingers sticky and his tongue turn colors; Strawberry Sparkle Tangy Taffy—he still liked it, even though it got caught in his hair once and he had to cut it out; Gummy Bears—he ate the heads off first; and last, but not least, and his favorite in the stash—A King Size Cadbury Milk Chocolate Bar. He’d learned in his prolonged stay at the circus that he had a bit of a sweet tooth, and that chocolate was his ultimate weakness. Of course, he had to limit himself; He wanted it to last as long as possible.

He opened the chocolate bar and broke off a piece, letting it melt in this mouth, his eyes closed as he savored the taste. He only ate chocolate when he was alone, or he was sure nobody was looking—he couldn’t help slipping into chocoholic bliss and he didn’t want anyone else to see him. Cathy had once referred to his Cadbury bars as orgasmic... Now, he couldn’t manage to eat chocolate in front of her without blushing.


Wednesday, August 18, 197 A.C.

Earth, Sanq, The School

Trowa stared up at the dormitory building as he stepped out of the car. This is where he'd be living? It looked like something out of the movies, not a place you would relocate an ex-terrorist to complete high school.

"What do you think?" a female voice asked as she walked around the car and stepped beside him.

"It's... big."

Lady resisted the urge to roll her eyes. There were times when Trowa could talk up a mean streak, but out in public, surrounded by the eyes and ears of the unknown, his vocabulary dropped down to nil. "It's Sanq's top boarding school. They can help you catch up on what you've missed in time to graduate with your peers."

Trowa gave a small nod and walked around to pop the trunk as Une continued on. "I know you'd prefer to be closer to your sister, but the circus moves around a lot and-- and it really would be better if you were in a stationary school, not doing correspondence courses as you move across the country. Besides, you'll get all sorts of new opportunities and..." And she continued on, trying to talk him into it, as if it was really his decision. He knew she didn't have control over the situation-- the government wanted him there and that was that. They couldn't track him if he was traveling with the circus.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the silence until she was standing in front of him, her hand resting lightly on his arm. "Trowa... It won't be forever--- Just till you graduate." She lightly played with the sleeve of his shirt as she spoke to him, looking far younger than she did during the wars. Today she wore her hair down, clothed in a white t-shirt and jeans-- the most casual he'd ever seen her. It was hard to believe she was only four years older than him... or three, since he didn't know his exact age to begin with. "Then you're free to go where you want, when you want... to choose your own career." She gave him a half smile as she turned to grab one of his bags out of the trunk. "It's not that bad."

He didn't want to argue. He'd learned to choose his battles wisely. In some ways, she was right; it could have been a lot worse. They could have treated him like the terrorist he was and locked him up. They could have released his identity to the public. Instead, they were just sending him to a boarding school with a strict curfew and a shrink he had to see once a week. Yes, there were other school rules, but there was nothing he couldn't handle or cheat his way out of. There were ways to get around any rule...

"You've got that look again."

Trowa raised an eyebrow as he picked up a duffle bag and his trunk.

Une nodded, picking up two more duffels and closing the trunk of the car. "It's the one you get when you're plotting," she said, leading the way towards the dorm entrance. "Just don't do anything that gets you kicked out of school."

There was nothing Trowa could do to stop his lips from curling into a small smirk. "So no making bombs in the bathtub?

Une gave a small laugh, echoing back as she opened the door. "That's why you're in a room with a shower. It'll keep you out of trouble."

Internally Trowa grinned, reckoning he could get into as much trouble in the shower as he could in a bathtub.


"You know, most high school students have more... stuff. You don't even have a TV."

Trowa looked around the room. Yes, it was sparse, but it wasn't empty and it looked much better than when he arrived. A few pictures sat on the desk, lined up in plastic frames. His laptop sat beside them. The built in shelves along the wall were almost empty, save from the books Trowa had accumulated since New Years. The walls were bare of posters or wall hangings, with the exception of Trowa's clown mask from his time at the circus. "I don't have lots of stuff," he told Une. "But it's fine. I'm sure I'll accumulate plenty over time. And there's a TV in the common room. I can use that, or I can run movies on my laptop."

Une shook her head fondly. Trowa would never be a normal high school student. She knew he wanted to try, and she was sure he'd blend in perfectly as any great infiltrator would. But he would never be like them--- there was something that made him unique, something more than the fact that he was one of five war heroes, even though that was part of it. She'd only barely gotten to know him over the past few months, between her trips to the circus and his trips to Sanq, but she knew from that little bit of time that she wanted to get to know him better. She'd made the right decision when signing on as his guardian.

The ESUN had almost had a fit over that issue--- Sally and she were far too young to be the guardians for a pair of teenage boys. Plus, they were very close in age, something the government frowned at. The only reason they had let it pass was because of the unusual circumstances surrounding the boys. Trowa and Wufei were obviously capable of taking care of themselves. They didn't need someone tucking them in at night; they just needed someone checking in with them from time to time.

"Well, I guess I should get going. I know you're a few days early, but you might want to knock on doors and see if anyone's in." Une grabbed a small gift bag off the floor beside her purse and set it on Trowa's desk. Her smile was almost shy, but definitely sincere. "For you. To add to your collection," she said, then stepped towards him as he stood. "Open it after I leave?"

"Sure..." He replied with a roll of his eyes. Do all women have a thing where I can't open gifts in their presence? He reached for the bag, determined to go ahead and open it, but then suddenly noticed how close she was to him. He moved to take a step back, but his calves his the back of the bed. "Is there somethi--" he started to ask, confused about her actions, and then caught sight of the wicked grin aimed at him. He didn't even have time to finish his question before she kissed him.

At first he didn't respond, too shocked by the action to do so, but once he realized what was happening, he shut his eyes and let instinct take over. The kiss was soft, and more experimental than passionate. She slowly teased his mouth and slid her tongue against his, guiding it back into her mouth. His arms wrapped around her waist and hers slid around his neck. It was far more than a friendly kiss and Trowa let it last as long as he could, just enjoying it for what it was. When he finally began to feel uncomfortable, he broke it off, embarrassed as Une looked him over with a knowing smirk.

"I'll be checking up on you," she laughed as she picked up her purse and her car keys. "Be good."

And then she was gone, leaving Trowa standing in the middle of his room, holding a gift bag in front of his groin with a goofy grin teasing the corners of his mouth.

Life may have gotten a little less dangerous, but it was still as exciting as ever. There were just different things to thrill him, this time around...

[PIC] The Trifaccia Mask - Une's gift to Trowa.

Comments {2}

Sophie Hatter

From: kodalai
Date: Jul. 22nd, 2004 08:51 pm (UTC)

Une and Cathy are both so sweet to Trowa. The bit with the box of candy really struck a chord -- it's the same thing my sister got me for my bithday. ^^; It's nice eating food that somebody gave to you... whether it's a mother or a sister or just a close friend.

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My shouta brings all the boys to the yard

From: windandwater
Date: Jul. 22nd, 2004 08:58 pm (UTC)

Very nice. Even got kissing. It's funny how everyone else's backstories are much better than Duo's rather extreme reaction.

... can't write more. Can't see.

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