Sequel! Nyahaha! ^-^ This is a sequel to "The Same Boy You've Always Known," but you don't have to have read it to understand this. Really simple plot and all. This is shounen-ai, Trowa's POV. If you've read the other fic, you'll know who Trowa's looking for, if not, oh well! ^^;; And it's dedicated to both Angel Lightfoot and redroseprincess678, the former because she was the first person to ever request a sequel from me, and Red Rose for being so nice and actually getting where I was coming from. =^^= Please review!!!

Warnings : Shounen-ai, maybe a little language, and a little angsty-ness

"..." = Speech '...' = Thoughts ( - * - ) = Scene shift, like to a flashback or dream, or from a flashback or dream to the present. ^^;; I hope that made sense to you 'cause it confused me...

"As Long As You're There"

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It felt like something was missing. Something important from a long time ago.

I sighed, pacing around my room. My head was pounding from those thoughts. I couldn't place what felt so off. Nothing had changed recently, so why did I feel like something was gone? Something wasn't the same as it was before. Something was...gone.

Rubbing my temples, I shoved those thoughts away. 'I shouldn't give myself a headache before a performance,' I told myself, but I felt restless for some reason. I got up and paced around my trailer, looking through old folders and books and pictures.

When I picked up one older looking book, a picture fell out of it and fluttered to the floor. I blinked and grabbed it, looking at it carefully and smiling. It was a picture of Duo, Quatre, Hilde, and me.

'They look happy, as usual,' I thought, looking at Duo and Hilde. 'And Quatre looks content, too. It's been so long since I've seen any of the other Gundam pilots...' I sighed and looked over the picture one last time, and I realized how old it looks.

"When was this taken?" I muttered to myself, trying to think back. I cursed when nothing came to me accept another small headache.

I had amnesia once, or so everyone says. I remember most things, but some parts of my life are still blurry, especially from the earlier days of being involved in the war. It's a pain in the ass not being able to know where I've been, and I had a feeling that this picture was taken during one of those blank spots.

I flipped the picture over, looking for some clue. Written onn the back, in scratchey hand-writing, "Wasn't this fun? Thank you so much! Now it's my turn. Where do you want to go? Tell me, and let's run away together. I'll take you there."

I raised an eyebrow questioningly. I didn't recognize the hand-writing at all, but it all seemed very familiar, even though I couldn't place it. Nothing makes sense.

"A forgotten lover...?" I asked myself quietly. I stared at the photo one last time. Could it have been one of them? Quatre? Duo? Hilde? I can't believe I'd forget something like that.

I put the picture down just as someone rapped on my trailer door. Catherine called to me, telling me to get ready, the last show's starting. Good thing it was the last one. I was exhausted.

( - * - )

...let's run away together... I'll take you there...

I shuddered but quickly made that thought go away. The manager would've been angry if I botched the show, so I needed to focus so I didn't fall asleep or screw up.

I jumped from the high wire and fell through the air. I heard someone in the crowd shriek as I plummet downward, and a smirk crossed my lips briefly. Landing gracefully on the back of an elephant, I looked out at the crowd in the stands; I can't help but feel satisfied when someone becomes so terrified they scream. Creepy, hell yes, but I can't help it. It comes with being raised as a soldier.

As I scaned the rows of people, I felt something odd, like someone specifically staring at me, wanting my attention. I turned slightly and see Quatre and Duo sitting in the sea of people, both of them watching me. They smiled and waved, Duo laughing, when I acknowledged them.

The show ended, the people left, and I waited outside for my two friends. I couldn't help but smile fondly when they came out. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We just thought we'd come by and see you," Quatre replied, smiling in his friendly way. "It's been so long since we've all been together. We thought we should ask if you wanted to do anything tomorrow."

I nodded. "Okay."

Duo smiled. "Goodie! I say we hit the clubs and stuff! And food!" He grinned, but when I locked eyes with him, he seemed to shy away, and his eyes dimmed slightly. "Or whatever you guys wanna do is cool too. Just so long as we can hang out."

I nodded again. "Alright, what hotel are you guys staying in?" They told me the hotel and their room numbers. "I'll be over tomorrow morning, but I'm going to bed now."

"Aww! You're always so quick to leave us!" Duo pouted, teasing of course. He smirked when I apologized, but his eyes looked sad. "It's okay. Just as long as you're there tomorrow, I'll be fine."

Pain splintered through my head after he said that, like those words triggered something. I hid my pain until they were gone, and then I went to my trailer as quickly as I could, one hand on my forehead to try to ease it.

I flopped down onto my cot, not even wanting to attempt to change into night clothes. I drifted off quickly, my mind still nagging at me, and Duo's words...

Just as long as you're there tomorrw, I'll be fine...

( - * - )

I held him tightly in the darkness, kissing the back of his neck gently. He shuddered as my lips moved to his ear. I stopped and turned him over so that he was facing me, and I looked into his beautiful eyes.

"I'm sorry," I said cautiously. "I didn't mean to scare you while I was fighting."

He smiled at me and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his face to my bare chest. He stayed like that for a moment, silent, before replying, "It's okay. Just as long as you're there tomorrow, I'll be fine."

I felt some strange emotion run through me. Grief? No, this wasn't like that. Love?

...love...? I think so.

He then kissed me on my mouth. When he pulled away, there was a playfully devious glint in his eyes. "Now," he said, moving one hand into my hair. "Make it up to me by giving me the best sex ever!"

I smirked at his comical way of phrasing it, but I knew he was serious. I kissed him back, shifting us both so that I was stradled over him. He giggled helplessly as I stripped him of his shirt. I threw it across the room, saying, "You sound like a little school girl."

He blinked. "Is that good?" He sniggered, narrowing his eyes. "Does my Trowa have a thing for illegal love?"

I kissed him again. "Nope. It was just distracting so I thought I'd tell you."

He snorted. "Well fine then!" He tried to act mad but failed when I kissed him again. He closed his eyes as I kissed his neck, his fingers beginning to tangle and pull in my hair. His breath caught short when I bit him, more out of surprise than pain, and his face turned red. "Trowa..."

I moved back up, kissed him hard, my tongue sparring with his for dominance. I won, and my fingers slowly began removing his pants. I pulled away from him after a minute, both of us out of breath.

He looked up at me, his cheeks flushed. He stared into my eyes, and he gasped when I pushed myseslf into him, moaning my name again. His fingernails dug into my back, and he leaned forward to catch my lips in one more kiss.

I lowered my body a little, pressing him firmly to the bed. My lips were right beside his ear, and I whispered, "I promise I'll stay for you, Duo. Just for you."

( - * - )

My eyes fluttered open and roamed the darkness of my room. I blinked to focus them and sat up quickly. I turned to look at the photo of Quatre, Hilde, Duo, and me sitting on the small table beside my cot.

"Duo..." I breathed.

Everything seemed to come back to me as I looked at that photo.

I'd cried the first time I'd made love to him, not bawling, just quiet tears. It made sense that he seemed so timid around me sometimes, because I couldn't remember what we'd had. But now I did. I remembered the note on the back of the photo. He wanted me to run away with him, and I never got a chance to answer him. I remembered when I'd realized I'd loved him.

I swallowed hard. He's what was missing. I still loved him.

But...did he still love me...?

I was on my feet and out the door in an instant, pulling on a jacket as I shut my trailer door. I rushed to one of the motorcycles that were used in some acts. I hopped on the closest one, kick-started it, and was off, speeding toward the hotel.

Did he still love me? That's what I was going to find out.

( - * - )

All of that plays through my mind as I park the motorcycle rather sloppily in the lot. It's amazing how much one can discover about himself over such a small amount of time. Then again, I shouldn't have ever lost those memories in the first place.

I pray in my mind that things will go okay as I run past the night clerk and up the stairs to the second floor. Duo's in room 218, and I get there in less than a minute.

I bang on the door. "Duo! It's Trowa! Let me in!" I stop my pounding to listen, and I can hear his feet, without their normal guarded silence, patter across the floor.

The braided boy opens the door, rubbing his eye sleepily. "What is it, Trowa?" he yawns. "Do you have any idea what time it-"

I cut him off, catching his lips in a kiss. I close my eyes and hold him tightly, my hopes stronger than ever. I pull away.

Duo stares at me, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed. "Tro...Trowa..." he manages to whisper.

Putting one hand on his cheek, I gather my courage. "Duo, I remember everything now. I remember us, and I remember holding you. And..."

He stares at me, shaking. "What...?" His voice sounds shocked.

My mind rushes, but I focus on one thing and everything haults. "Yes...yes, Duo. I'll run away with you. Let's go to Paris."

Duo's eyes widen even more, something I thought might be impossible. He exhales raggedly and softly, and then the tears come. He throws himself at me, making us both fall to the floor, and he clings to me, burrying his face into my chest, sobbing.

I hug him tightly, feeling my own eyes start to water. "It's okay now, Duo. Everything's fine."

He sniffles and looks up at me, and then he smiles weakly. "You kept your promise, Trowa," he whispers.

"You're here...just for me."

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Alright, that's it. Man, this was hard to write! I mean, I couldn't very well do much as a mystery since it was a sequel to something where the pairing was already known, but at least I tried. I don't like it very much, but oh well. It coulda been worse. Hope you liked it! Thanks, minna-san, for reading, and please review! (And if you like 2x3x2, then The Same Boy You've Always Known is another one by me, and it's much better if you like sad stories and such! But please R&R anything of mine! ^^;; Thanks again!)