"I swear," Cathrine has her hands on her hips, looking exasperated. "you 're impossible!" She shakes her head in disbelief. "how can you not be able to find anything for Quatre for Valentine's Day? You're supposed to get something for your boyfriend."
"I"ve been searching for days and found nothing." Trowa is starting to look just a little bit distressed. "I think he has everything ..."
"It's not the object, but the thought that counts Trowa." Cathrine walks over to the closet and pulls out Trowa's turtleneck and jeans before throwing them onto the bed. "Here."
"??"
Cathrine sighs. Sometimes, Trowa can be so slow. "I'm taking you out into the shopping center to get something for Quatre. Geez ... what would you do without me?"
"......"
"Getting something for Trowa?" Duo says cheerily as he accompanies a distressed Quatre to the mall. "Do you know what he likes?"
"I ... don't know...." Quatre shakes his head and run his fingers through his hair as a nervous gesture. "I mean, I wouldn't be here if I know what he wants!"
"Er ... right. Well uh," Duo thinks for a moment longer. "What about food? What does he like to eat?"
"Everything that's edible?" Quatre says hopefully. "but... he can't eat that much even if I buy him all the food in the world!"
Duo sweatbeads, he knows that Quatre do have the money to do just that, though he also doubts that it will be too good of an idea to buy Trowa truckful of food for Valentines' Day. "Man Quatre, I really feel sorry for you. Guess Trowa doesn't talk much huh?"
"He just doesn't have much things to say," Quatre says defensively. He doesn't like people criticizing his boyfriend. "Besides, Trowa is not demanding or greedy at all." He nods to himself.
"Well geez, if he never tells you what he likes, how the hell are you gonna get him anything?"
"That's why I asked you to come with me!" Quatre is getting more and more irritated by the moment. This shopping for Valentines' Day gift business is more stressful than managing the Winner household. "I thought you would know!"
"Sorry if I'm not omniscient!!" Duo retorts and looks to the side when he sees a pretty girl walking by the lingerie shop. "Hey Quatre! What about getting Trowa some sexy underwear?!"
Quatre turns bright red in an instance of a second. "Trowa doesn't wear lingerie!!!" He can't believe Duo can say such a thing.
"You mean he doesn't cross-dress?" Duo pretends to be shocked. "Just kidding Quatre. I wasn't talking about lingerie. I mean those briefs." Duo smirks as he tries to imagine Trowa's face if he ever opens such a present from Quatre.
"Uh ... I think I'll pass Duo, thanks anyway." Quatre mumbles under his breath, looking absolutely miserable.
"Awww ... it's all right Quatre," Duo pats the blond Preventer on the back. "Well, just get him something useful. Something that he's missing." Duo pauses in thought. "But then come to think of it...he is missing a lot of stuff huh? I mean material stuff." Duo starts to play with the end of his braid. "Especially those clothes. I mean, I would suppose that his turtleneck is originally black in color. I betcha he must’ve washed it many times already, so ... hey, that means he’s probably really lacking in clothes.
"I would get them all for him but ... but that won’t really mean anything," Quatre looks around him desperately, hoping that by some strange miracle his eyes will land on something that he can get for Trowa; and indeed, they do.
Trowa shakes his head again as Cathrine hands him a coat in suggestion for his gift for Quatre. "He probably won’t like that."
"This is harder than I thought..." Cathrine looks around some more and has no luck in finding anything else. "But you’ve got to get Quatre something. I guess when all fails, you’ll have to go back to the traditional way of candies and roses." Cathrine sits down on a bench, exhausted. "But that’s so boring. I mean, I know I wouldn’t want just candies and roses for Valentine’s Day."
"I have one hour to find Quatre a suitable gift before meeting him for dinner," Trowa says aloud to himself. He walks out of the store and ventures onto the next one. There’s got to be a gift that will suit Quatre, now if only Trowa can think of one before time is up. It’s a mission in its own way, except it is one done for the sake of love.
Quatre stares at the food in frustration. He is definitely not cut out to be a cook. The attempt to cook dinner has been a complete disaster. After endless times of trying, the blond Preventer finally succeeds in cooking the steak and lobsters. Then, ignoring the mess in the kitchen for now, he gingerly carries the plate out to the table but is stop short when he trips over himself on the way and sends one plate crashing onto the floor.
"Quatre you all right?" Trowa is home already! Quatre tries to hide the mess but discovers that he has left the kitchen door open.
"Er ... hi Trowa." Quatre gives an uneasy smile. "I’m sorry but I think I messed up our dinner..." he looks down sadly at the newly made mess.
"It’s all right Quatre," Trowa says with a smile. "I’m glad you’ve taken the time."
Quatre beams and gets up suddenly. He runs into the room and carries out with him a bag, not noticing how Trowa is trying very hard to hide a rather big and strange looking package behind him. "For you Trowa!" Quatre figures that he should just get the hard part over with right now. He hopes that Trowa likes the gift. If Trowa doesn’t like it, Quatre reasons with himself, he can always go back and return it.
Trowa carefully unwrap the paper and open the box. Inside is a nicely knitted dark blue colored sweater. It is made of the warmest material and along with the box is another box, a much smaller one. Trowa opens the smaller box carefully and it reviews a gold watch. Intricate designs covers the watch and on the back is an inscription: To My Beloved Trowa. It’s a simple phrase, some may even call it overused, but it means volume to Trowa. "Thank you," he says so softly that Quatre almost misses it. But the blond Preventer can see the thrill in Trowa’s eyes, and he knows that he has found Trowa the right gift.
"And now ... " Trowa sets down the box on the coffee table carefully before walking back to the door. He has left the package outside amidst the excitement. Quatre peers at him curiously but Trowa is doing too good of a job blocking the view. "I hope you like this. It’s a-" Trowa’s sentence is soon cut short by a yelp, followed by a bark. Quatre’s eyes widen.
Trowa smiles and set down the strange box in front of Quatre. It is actually a cage. Quatre unlatches the lock on the door and as soon as it opens, a puppy comes rushing out and pounces on him. "A puppy!!" Quatre holds up the dog lovingly. The puppy licks Quatre once on the cheek and barks in contentment. It has long ears that falls down the side of its head and it’s white body is covered in parts by patches of light brown color. "Trowa ... oh ... thank you... I’ve always wanted a puppy."
"I’m glad you like it." All those running around is worth it. "What are you going to name it?"
"I’m gonna call him Trowa!" Quatre smiles radiantly and Trowa smiles back in return, a little surprised by Quatre’s decision. "That way I can hear myself calling your name all the time."
Quatre puts down the puppy and leans forward to give an unprepared Trowa a kiss. "Happy Valentines Trowa," Quatre says before kissing Trowa again. The puppy looks from one master to the other in wonder and decides that for once it will not bark on such an occasion.