Category: Fanfic

Silver “So what do the other keys do?” I glanced up at Trowa’s face briefly, then concentrated on the path in front of me. “Or do you know?” “Some.” He smiled back at me, fingers brushing the back of my hand from where they twined with mine. “The Ice key is fairly obvious. Gold can…

Diamond “So how did you know where I was?” I had to say the question louder than normal to make sure Trowa heard it through the closed bathroom door. Tugging off my soaked shirt, I added, “I didn’t leave a note or anything.” “Your friend, Duo, told me,” his voice answered, as I shimmeyed out…

Emerald It was impossible to sleep. I stared at the ceiling, once again going over the conversation I’d had with Trowa before we’d gone to bed. Every time I thought about it, my face burned. It was so humiliating! I’m not weak! I wanted to scream at him. I’ve taken care of myself since my…

Rowan “We’re not sleeping together, Duo.” “So you say.” My best friend had a huge grin on his face. “What’s the matter? Is he so good in bed that you don’t want to share, or what?” “Duo, I told you, he’s just staying here. He’s an old friend of mine.” I felt bad about lying,…

Ice “Well, this is the place.” I held the door open until Trowa was inside, then closed and locked it. “It’s not very big, but most people manage to have roommates, so I don’t think it should be a problem. I turned the second bedroom into a sort of library and music room, so there…

Gold “I must be out of my mind.” I pressed my hands against the side of the hill – more like a cliff face, if you ask me – and tried to keep making my slow, careful way along the path without tripping on unseen debris and taking a painfully quick trip back down the…

The Note I was writing out the English homework for our one-week break when the folded slip of paper dropped onto my textbook. Just like that. It wasn’t like a grade school type thing, where kids would whisper and giggle and slip notes to each other in order to get around their teacher’s no-talking rules.…

It was close to mid-afternoon. The dark-haired warrior glanced briefly up at the position of the sun. “He’s late,” the young man announced shortly. “The time frame he gave us,” his companion answered, almost coldly, “was an approximation. For all we know, he could be another week in getting here. Consider what he’s doing. Time…

“Got your suit on?” Trowa spread out his towel on the grass by the picnic tables, carelessly stripping off his shirt and pants and dropping them on top of it. He stuck the sun tan lotion in the pocket of his swim trunks. “Yup.” Quatre held out his arms, displaying the blue shorts and his…