Music filled the hall, caressing the ears of the listeners, soothing nerves frazzled by stress and worries. The soft trills and crescendos of Bach emerged from a small violin held in the grasp of a beautiful young man. Eyes closed, he swayed slightly as he brought forth from his violin the music that his enraptured audience had come to hear. Although, admittedly, some had come not to heard the music but instead to gaze upon and admire the beauty of the young master musician.

One listener had come in order to remember, to relive the moments he had spent with the young musician. It had been over a year since he had laid eyes upon the blonde violinist. Seeing the blonde again, even from a distance, made him realize just how much he had missed him.

Trowa realized he should not have stayed away for so long; yet, he had needed that time in order to relax after the wars and to learn how to be 'normal'. The time had also allowed him to try to understand his feelings for the young man he was currently watching.

Seeing Quatre again, seeing and hearing him play with such skill and passion, confirmed for Trowa just how much he admired and indeed loved the young man. Trowa just hoped that Quatre would accept him back into his life. Trowa would be satisfied with just being friends with Quatre; so long as Trowa could be near him, he would be happy.

As Quatre's performance ended, Trowa quietly exited the building, wondering how he could meet up with Quatre. As Trowa walked away from the performance hall, he happened to look down a nearby side street and saw a very familiar man standing next to a black stretch limousine. Trowa realized that this might be the only opportunity that he would have for quite awhile to meet up with the heavily guarded Quatre. Decision made, Trowa turned down the side street and approached the man.

The man turned towards Trowa as he said, "Hello, Rashid."

"Mr. Barton!  What a pleasant surprise. I hope you have been well."

"Yes. And you?"

"Quite fine. I hope you will stay until Master Quatre appears, he will be very happy to see you."

Trowa felt his stomach flutter in response to the fact that, if Rashid was right, Quatre would be happy to see him. Trowa had been nervous about how Quatre would receive him, wondering if he might be angry or reject him because Trowa had disappeared for more than a year and had never contacted Quatre. But if Quatre would be glad to see him, then Trowa had some hope that he would be able to renew his friendship with the blond.

"That's what I had hoped to do, I would very much like to see Quatre," Trowa eventually said.

"Well, then, why don't you wait in the limo so we can surprise Master Quatre," Rashid said with a hint of a smile.

Trowa raised an eyebrow in response, greatly surprised that this seemingly somber man would suggest such a thing. Although, Trowa had to admit that he rather liked the idea. So he nodded to Rashid and got into the limo. Once inside he stumbled around the dark interior until he was seated facing the backend of the car. Making himself comfortable, Trowa settled down to wait for Quatre.

-I know it was rather short but it seemed like a good place to stop!

Part 2