disclaimer: don't own 'em, so don't sue. i haven't really got anything worth taking anyways.
trowa was desperate. his and quatre’s anniversary was coming up in a few days, and trowa wanted to make it special for his angel. quatre had given so much in their relationship, and trowa felt he hadn’t done nearly the same. he wanted the day to be perfect; one they would never forget.
but quatre already had so much, coming from such a wealthy family. what could he possibly find for his beloved?
as trowa stared into the large glass case in front of him, he grinned slightly. he knew exactly what.
“please trowa? just tell me where we’re going. i promise to still be surprised.” quatre tugged uselessly at the blindfold secured over his eyes. “this thing’s uncomfortable.”
ignoring his lover’s complaints, trowa smiled and continued driving. the arab would find out soon enough where they were headed. he would just have to be patient.
once they arrived, trowa opened quatre’s door and took his hand, carefully leading him inside. quatre followed obediently, complaining about the blindfold under his breath the entire time. “can’t i take it off yet?”
“in a minuet, koi.”
trowa gently pushed the smaller boy into a seat and untied the blindfold. quatre blinked, unused to the sudden brightness. “a concert hall?”
he was sitting in the front row of a large, high-class auditorium. the rest of the seats were empty, and the stage was completely bare.
“what’s going on, trowa? there’s no concert.”
trowa frowned slightly. “wait right here. i’ll be back in a minuet.” he turned and hurried out towards the lobby.
“matte! trowa!” quatre sighed and slumped back in his seat. some anniversary this was turning out to be. first trowa makes him promise not to plan anything, then drags him off to some deserted theater and leaves him sitting there by himself. even staying at home without any plans would have been better. at least they could’ve been together then.
after about ten minuets, trowa still hadn’t returned. just as quatre was deciding to go look for him, the lights all went out, leaving the blond alone in the darkness. he sat back down in his seat, a bit nervous and very confused. “trowa?”
there was no answer, but quatre thought he could hear the faintest strain of music coming from backstage. he listened harder, and slowly the sound grew. as it did so, a single spotlight began to illuminate the stage with its soft glow.
the music was beautiful. quatre could feel its sweet sound race through his body. it reached deep into his soul, and tugged at his heart. the notes felt as if they could physically wrap themselves around him in a warm, loving aura.
the small arab was startled out of his trance as a dark figure moved slowly across the stage towards the light. quatre gasped as trowa stepped into the bright circle, still playing the flowing melody on his flute.
emerald eyes smiled down at his lover as he played with everything he had. trowa poured out his soul to give quatre the perfect performance and the perfect song. anything and everything for quatre.
the blond was stunned. where had trowa found this piece? he‘d never heard anything better.
the silent boy slowly lowered the gleaming instrument, but quatre stayed transfixed. trowa reached out a hand, pulling him up onto the stage with him.
quatre finally found his voice. “t-trowa? what....where....how did....”
a gentle finger against his lips silenced him. “shh, little one. i have a present for you.” he disappeared backstage and quickly returned carrying a stand, music and quatre’s violin.
“nani....”
“shh. i told you - i have a present for you.” trowa smiled and handed quatre his violin. “did you like the song?”
the blond head nodded vigorously.
“i wrote it. i wrote it for you. for us.” he paused as that sunk in. quatre was left speechless again. “there’s a violin part. play with me?”
quatre blinked. “you-you did all this for me? got the concert hall free? wrote the music? set all this up? for me?”
“hai.” trowa glanced down and scuffed a shoe against the floor. “i know it’s not as expensive or fancy as what you could’ve done, but i—”
“oh no! it’s wonderful!” quatre flung himself into his koi’s arms, almost crushing the instruments in the process. “it’s far better than anything any money could buy. it’s like giving me your heart all over again, and i love it!”
trowa just buried his face in the blond hair and held tightly to his angel.
quatre glanced up and kissed trowa tenderly. “you said there was a violin part?”
“hai.” the taller boy released him and showed him the music he’d carefully written.
soon, the entire concert hall rang with the sweet harmonies of a flute and violin and the love they sang of.
~owari~