LiCat:
I've read a book that was.......Kimo:
*GASP* you've read a 'BOOK' ??!!!!LiCat:
Hey....I read a lot...everyday....Kimo:
I know....I was just surprised that you read something that doesn't contain GW......LiCat:
er...actually I've decided to rewrite it into a GW fic.....Kimo:
dear God *sigh*Disclaimer:
The GW characters belongs to Sunrise, Bandai and some other lucky B******s.....This fic is based on Agatha Christie's 'The Mysterious Mr. Quin' so I'd say that the plot belongs to her.(even thou I've screwed it up a bit)...oh she owns a couple of the characters too....there is a lot of hers but a so few of the GW characters.....*sniff* so I don't own anything....just my muse.....and he is all you get if you sue.....and believe me you don't want him.......Kimo:
Hey I heard that..........Pairings:
Ah well actually non...yet...but you could say that this Act got small hints of 2+1+2....and Noin+Zech *G* later acts will have other...exiting pairings.....Warnings:
Uhm....OOC......shounen ai in later acts..... AUNote before we start:
The only GW chars in this first act is Heero, Duo, Zech & Noin.....I tried to fit in some others too but Kimo wouldn't let me......they will hopefully turn up in a later act........*G* there will be a drama with Trowa, Quatre and Dorothy *snicker* in Act.... *looks through her papers* in act 8...........THE MYSTERIOUS MR. MAXWELL
(*snicker* sorry this just sounds fun *giggle*)ACT 1 ~Enter stage left.
Part 1
It was new years eve. Some of the guests invited to Royston over the weekend was ensembled in the big hall. All the young guests had already gone to bed except Mr. Heero Yuy. He was a 20 years old tall and muscular, guy with a mop of messy dark brown hair. Growing up in a rich but dysfunctional family, with parents always discussing who's turn it was to take care of their offspring and then dumping him with the butler, left him with much money, a high status and a bad set of social skills.
All his short life he had, so to speak, been sitting on the bench in the first row watching different kinds of dramas about human nature flash before him. His part had always been the spectator. It wasn't until now that he had become more, should we say critically inclined to the dramas that was presented to him. He suddenly felt that he wanted more from life, he wanted to be a part of it.
Ever since he had arrived at Royston, the same afternoon, a strange feeling had urged him to be prepared, something interesting was about to happen. He had a nose for these things. So be sure that his prediction was correct, heck he is correct about most things.
The company in the hall wasn't big. It consisted of Tom Evesham their cheerful host and his spiritual, politically involved wife Lady Laura. Next was Sir Richard Conway, officer, globetrotter and hunter and then last was Mr. and Mrs. Marquise.
It was the Marquise's that interested Mr. Yuy. Zech Marquise was close to 30, white blonde and blue eyed, interested in sports, a good athlete, no imagination, a typical Englishman[1], nothing unusual about him, except maybe his long hair. But his wife, that was a different matter. She was Japanese, Mr. Yuy knew that. Marquise had been to Japan two years ago, meet her there, married her and then brought her to England. Anyway she didn't look at all like a Japanese lady Mr. Yuy thought.
He was studying her in on the sly, one question about her was bugging him. Why did Mrs. Marquise color her hair? No other man would probably notice, but Mr. Yuy did. He knew about things like that, our Mr. Yuy is a very observant person. It made him puzzled, many ladies would dye their hair blonde, but this was the first time he had meet one that colored her hair black.[2]
Something about her made him convinced that she was either very happy or very unhappy- but he didn't know what for certain and that teased his ego to no end. Then there was that strange influence she had on her husband.
He adores her, Mr. Yuy thought, but sometimes he is....well afraid of her! And that was really interesting, really interesting indeed. He was awoken from his meditations about the Marquise couple when a big clock started to strike.
"it's 12 o'clock" Evensham said. "New years day, Happy new year everyone. Actually that clock goes five minutes early. I don't understand why the youngsters didn't was to wait in the new year."
"I don't think for a minute that they have gone to bed." His wife said. "right now they are probably putting hairbrushes or anything like that in our beds, they think pranks like that are so fun. Not that I can understand why. We would not have been allowed to do such things when I was young. When I was young we stood in a ring holding hands and sang Auld Lang syne. 'Should auld acuantance be forgot'- I've always thought that those words are touching." She finally stopped. Evesham shrugged, feeling a little uneasy.
"oh stop it now, Laura" he muttered "Not here" He walked with long steps over the broad hall where they sat and lit another light.
"so foolish of me" Lady Laura said. "of course it reminds him of poor Mr. Capel. Dear isn't it to hot for you by the fireplace" Mrs. Marquise almost jumped out of her chair.
"Thanks I shall move it backwards a bit" from her new place in the shadows she said "Mr.....Capel?"
"yes, the former owner of this house. He shot himself, you see. Well dear Tom I'm not going to talk about it if you don't like it. It was a severe shock for Tom, he was here when it happened. And you too Sir Richard?"
"Yes, Lady Laura" An old clock in a corner started to rattle and groan, then it struck 12.
"Happy New year" Evensham said automatically. Lady Laura picked up her knitting with a determined movement.
"well, now we've seen the new year in" she stated with an eye on Mrs. Marquise. "or what do you say?"
Mrs. Marquise stood quickly.
"by all means, let's go to bed." She said with an indifferent voice.
she is very pale Mr. Yuy thought as he stood, lit her candle and handed it to her. She took it with some words of thanks and then went slowly up the stairs. Then he handed the hostess her candle and said goodnight to her.
"I really hope this becomes a really good new year." Lady Laura remarked. " but to me it accurs that the political situations developments is worryingly uncertain"
"I agree" Mr. Yuy said in his usual monotone voice.
"I really hope" Lady Laura said without changing her tone of voice "that it will be a dark haired man that first steps over the threshold on new years day. You know about that Mr. Yuy? You don't? that surprises me. To bring luck to the household there must be a dark haired man that first crosses the threshold. Dear me I really hope that the youngsters haven't put something horrible in my bed." Lady Laura shook her heard filled with bad premonitions and strode up the stairs. When the Ladies had disappeared the chairs where pulled closer to the flaming fireplace.
"say stop" Evesham said generously and held up the whisky carafe. When everyone had got their glass filled up after their liking the topic of conversation returned to the one that had been off limits earlier.
"Did you know Derek Capel, Yuy?" Conway asked.
"a bit"
"and you Marquise?"
"No I never meet him." He said that so violent and fending that the others looked up at him with surprise.
"I don't like it when Laura mentions it." Evesham said slowly. "its not fun being reminded that you live in a house where one of your friends shot himself. Poor Derek- we will never know why he did it."
"He is not the first and not the last one who shot himself without being able to tell why" Zech Marquise said in a harsh voice. He stood up and poured himself another glass of whiskey.
Something is definently not right with him Mr. Yuy said to himself. Something is really really wrong. I wish I know what it was.
"Heavens" Conway said. "did ya heard that. What a stormy night."
"a good night for ghosts" Mr. Marquise said with a laugh. " all the hells demons are up to play tonight"
"according to Lady Laura even the darkest one will bring us luck." Conway laughed.
The wind increased one more time to a terrifying shriek and when it died down three knocks was heard on the big thick outer door. Everyone jumped.
"Who in Gods name is out this time of night." Evesham exclaimed. Then they stared at each other.
"I'll open the door, the servants have already gone to bed." Evesham said and walked with resolute steps over to the door. He fumbled a bit with the heavy locks and then pulled it open. An ice cold puff of air came sweeping into the hall.
Framed by the doorway was a figure tall and slender. To Mr. Yuy's eyes it seemed like he, through some strange effect from the painted window over the door, was dressed in all the colors of the rainbow. When he took a step forward Mr. Yuy saw that it was a skinny man with black clothes and chestnut colored hair tied up in a long braid.
TBC--------
[1]= I know he probably(I don't have a clue but I think peacecraft sounds English) isn't English.....but Mr. Portal in the book was....and.....to heck with it, it's MY fic....he could be a 100 year old Swedish meatball if I wanted him to........
[2]= I know her hair is black.....the meatball theory applies here too.....
LiCat:
there...the first part of Act 1.....Kimo:
why just not write up the whole act and then give it to them?.....LiCat:
well.....I wanted to make a little cliffhanger.........Kimo:
oh? Where is the cliffhanger.....LiCat:
shut up.....you want a co-worker huh?Kimo:
yeah!!!!LiCat:
well I've hired two....meet Indigo & Aurora.......Indigo:
Yo!Aurora:
HelloLiCat:
now let's see Aurora will get the Romantic stuff....and Indigo you'll get action and stuff like that.....Kimo:
uhm....that leaves me with what???LiCat:
.....erm hmmmm you're their boss..........