Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing in any way, shape, or form. That makes me cry. TT

A/N: Okie dokie! This would be my second fanfic on here (My first being Outside Heaven's Door). I'm hopefully going to be focused to write this as well, because I actually got people who liked OHD. So….here we go.

Chapter 1

Quatre watched the landscape roll by through the glass pane of his carriage window. They had docked the ship about an hour ago and soon would be arriving at the Barton mansion. This was turning out to be a most melancholic day. In fact it had been a rather unhappy month. His parents had decided to spring on him that he needed a mate if he was to inherit the Winner fortune.

The Winner's were a quite influential demon clan and Quatre, being the only boy to born, was the heir. When he had come of age for mating, his parents had gone out to seek the perfect female for him. To their dismay, though, their little blonde, blue eyed boy swung the other way. They had learned this the hard way when Quatre had publicly humiliated one princess who had been too clingy. Quaterina had then gone "guy shopping", which is to say she scanned over all the young, noble men and their pasts and traits. She had tried a few with her little boy, but he had turned down every single one. He began a list of rejections that would make a hermit proud of. Finally, as a last result, she had turned towards an old friend in the west. Well, he wasn't really a friend but more of an acquaintance. She had met Dekim Barton a long time ago, but they hadn't talked in ages. Upon sending him a request to talk, she had received an answering message informing that he had passed away. This saddened her, but the second part of the letter interested her. The person who had answered was apparently Dekim's adopted son, Trowa Barton. This intrigued her. She appealed to the Barton's small council, through another letter, to have Trowa and her son meet.

Needless to say, the council was more than pleased to do so. Trowa hadn't chosen a mate since Lord Dekim had died and they were getting quite annoyed with his waiting. They set up a place and date for the two to meet and confirmed it with Quaterina. However, when she broke the news to Quatre, he was less than appreciative.

Flashback

"What?!" Quatre's eyes widened considerably as he stared, dumbfounded, at his mother, "You can't honestly expect me to do this!" The blonde, in defiance, crossed his arms over his chest.

"Quatre, dear, please try to be open-"

"I don't want to be open minded! I don't even know him!"

"Well he sounds like a nice boy. Just give it a shot."

"I'm sick of being set up with men I don't know. They're all chauvinistic pigs. All they want is children. No time to care or nurture. There's absolutely no way I'm going through with this." Quaterina, by now, had had it.

"You will meet this boy and you will try, do you understand?" She said, a deadly tone to her voice. Quatre, seeing his mother's not-so-common anger, cringed and nodded quietly. Lady Quaterina was not easily angered, preferring to be mellow, but when she did get angry you were wise not to disagree. His mother righted herself and left the room with a turn of her heel. Quatre just curled up on his bed and stared out his window. He had a bad feeling about this.

End Flashback

So here he was, riding towards the mansion of another unknown suitor. They all were the same by now; nameless faces and horrible attitudes. They were either overly confident in their "wooing abilities", not confident enough, or completely perverted. He'd be lying if he didn't say that a few had groped him on several occasions. This Trowa Barton would probably be just as bad. No doubt, this would be the trip from hell.

Meanwhile, at the Barton mansion, Trowa was also staring out through a glass pane out towards the world outside. The mansion was in a very remote area because Dekim never liked to be around many people. There was a large forest surrounding it in the front and vast fields, which held crops and a sizeable herd of horses, behind it. There was a dirt road leading away from the mansion. That would be the road that would bring changes.

Not but a month ago, he was given some serious news. The council had apparently made arrangements to bring a possible mate for him. The boy was the heir to the Winner clan. The Winner clan was well known, wealthy, and not to mention just as or even more influential as his own clan. Well, what he called his clan. Dekim Barton had taken him in when he was quite young. The man had named him after his dead son and made him his heir. Everything had gone fine. That is until Dekim had fallen ill recently. Now he was gone and it was up to Trowa to perform his "duties". At least that's what the council said.

Flash back

"This is ridiculous," Trowa stated with a glare firmly in place.

"You have to understand that with Lord Dekim gone you are the next heir," said Marhon, the head councilman, "You must be able to perform your duties as the heir to the Barton name."

"My duties!? That's preposterous; all of this is!," Trowa composed himself before continuing, " I will not go off and mate with someone I have no clue about."

"You know who the boy is."

"That may be so, but I don't know him-"

"Exactly, that is why you will have until the next full moon, practically a month, to get to know him."

"Didn't I already tell you I'd have nothing to do with it! I will pick a mate on my own terms."

"We've given you options throughout your entire life to pick a mate, and this is your last chance. We, as the council, have the power to remove you because you are not a direct descendant of Dekim Barton. You must get the boy to mate with you before he is taken back home on the full moon, or else we will strip you of your title." Marhon's face was stern and his eyes glittered with anger. Trowa wasn't sure if they could do what they said, but he wasn't going to take chances. Lord Dekim had been kind to him and it would upset him to see Trowa give up so easily.

"Very well, you can have it your way." Trowa strode, irritated, out of the council room.

End Flashback

Suddenly a carriage came into view from the window. Trowa sighed in defeat as he slowly got up and began his trudge towards the main doors to meet his fate. He not only felt bad for himself, but also for the poor boy that had to be dragged into this as well.