/Desert Heat/
*-Hey! My name is Lauren and I'm a GW fic writer. I DO NOT OWN Gundam Wing or its characters. If you'd like to check out more stories with this pairing (4xOC), type 'Tsuiraku' into the search and click on 'Angel Tsuiraku'. Enjoy!-*
The desert stretched for miles and miles, the sun already high in the sky, and the temperature wrapped around him like the wool robes that incased his slender body. He was home, back to the northern Sahara, to the land of the ancient Berber tribe (*A/N: The Berbers were an ancient group of desert dwellers in the Sahara. They were light-skinned, with light hair and blue or green eyes. There name is the Latin equivalent of the word 'bark', because the Berbers spoke in Arabian and didn't understand any of the European languages. The name was said to have meant 'those who speak like dogs'. This IS historical fact).
He had discovered so much since the end of the Eve wars. He knew now that he had once had a mother, and wasn't some scientifically generated child molded for his father's purposes. He learned that he had inherited Berber blood from his mother, whom, like him, had very light skin and hair. He'd learned a lot about his comrades, the Maganac, also. They had all once been married, and most at one time had children. One of these 'Maganac babies' was a friend of his, in fact. Her name was Aisha. She was one of the only two left alive after the Maganac camp was attacked in A.C. 187.
The other survivor was Angel Tsuiraku Kurama. Once his best friend, now only a distant memory. He sighed and shook his head again, clearing it of melancholy thoughts. He was on his way to the Maganac camp at that very moment, traveling by way of camel.
The massive animal underneath Quatre shifted and he nudged her forward. She padded soundlessly through the sand at a relatively quick pace.
Though technically the desert was not his true home, Quatre liked to think of it as that. He'd always been torn between Earth and space, ever since his first visit to the planet five years ago. Now that he'd been granted a bit of vacation time, he took full advantage of it and traveled directly to the desert.
It was late afternoon when Quatre reached the camp. Large tents surrounded him as he dismounted, and one of the Maganac swiftly led the camel away. He smiled and looked around. This was the right way to get away from it all.
"Quatre-sama," called a voice, and he turned to see Rasid Kurama rush toward him. Rasid was the captain of the Maganac, and his most respected friend.
"Rasid!" he replied as the man slowed to a stop before him.
"So good to see you, Quatre-sama. We have much to show you!" The older man was beaming proudly, gesturing around the camp. Soon, most of the Maganac were swirling around him, getting a good look at the young man they hadn't seen in quite some time.
A smaller figure approached, cloaked in embroidered robes that covered her whole body. Over the veil that covered the nose and mouth were a pair of striking midnight blue eyes. Quatre looked deeper and saw the traces of silver.
"Quatre-sama," she said, bowing deeply. Quatre returned the bow and tried to meet her gaze once more. She wouldn't look up at him, however. She was too steeped in the traditions of their people.
"Do you remember Angel, Quatre-sama?" he asked. Quatre stepped back, blinking in surprise.
"A-Angel?" he repeated, gently reaching out to lift her chin. It was true, her eyes were the same. Even though a veil covered most of her face, he could tell a blush stained her cheeks. "Boo…"
"Kitty," she replied softly. Quatre was shaken to his very core. His Boo, swathed in silken robes and veils…all grown up…
It was becoming a very interesting vacation already.
*-Hey! My name is Lauren and I'm a GW fic writer. I DO NOT OWN Gundam Wing or its characters. If you'd like to check out more stories with this pairing (4xOC), type 'Tsuiraku' into the search and click on 'Angel Tsuiraku'. Enjoy!-*
The desert stretched for miles and miles, the sun already high in the sky, and the temperature wrapped around him like the wool robes that incased his slender body. He was home, back to the northern Sahara, to the land of the ancient Berber tribe (*A/N: The Berbers were an ancient group of desert dwellers in the Sahara. They were light-skinned, with light hair and blue or green eyes. There name is the Latin equivalent of the word 'bark', because the Berbers spoke in Arabian and didn't understand any of the European languages. The name was said to have meant 'those who speak like dogs'. This IS historical fact).
He had discovered so much since the end of the Eve wars. He knew now that he had once had a mother, and wasn't some scientifically generated child molded for his father's purposes. He learned that he had inherited Berber blood from his mother, whom, like him, had very light skin and hair. He'd learned a lot about his comrades, the Maganac, also. They had all once been married, and most at one time had children. One of these 'Maganac babies' was a friend of his, in fact. Her name was Aisha. She was one of the only two left alive after the Maganac camp was attacked in A.C. 187.
The other survivor was Angel Tsuiraku Kurama. Once his best friend, now only a distant memory. He sighed and shook his head again, clearing it of melancholy thoughts. He was on his way to the Maganac camp at that very moment, traveling by way of camel.
The massive animal underneath Quatre shifted and he nudged her forward. She padded soundlessly through the sand at a relatively quick pace.
Though technically the desert was not his true home, Quatre liked to think of it as that. He'd always been torn between Earth and space, ever since his first visit to the planet five years ago. Now that he'd been granted a bit of vacation time, he took full advantage of it and traveled directly to the desert.
It was late afternoon when Quatre reached the camp. Large tents surrounded him as he dismounted, and one of the Maganac swiftly led the camel away. He smiled and looked around. This was the right way to get away from it all.
"Quatre-sama," called a voice, and he turned to see Rasid Kurama rush toward him. Rasid was the captain of the Maganac, and his most respected friend.
"Rasid!" he replied as the man slowed to a stop before him.
"So good to see you, Quatre-sama. We have much to show you!" The older man was beaming proudly, gesturing around the camp. Soon, most of the Maganac were swirling around him, getting a good look at the young man they hadn't seen in quite some time.
A smaller figure approached, cloaked in embroidered robes that covered her whole body. Over the veil that covered the nose and mouth were a pair of striking midnight blue eyes. Quatre looked deeper and saw the traces of silver.
"Quatre-sama," she said, bowing deeply. Quatre returned the bow and tried to meet her gaze once more. She wouldn't look up at him, however. She was too steeped in the traditions of their people.
"Do you remember Angel, Quatre-sama?" he asked. Quatre stepped back, blinking in surprise.
"A-Angel?" he repeated, gently reaching out to lift her chin. It was true, her eyes were the same. Even though a veil covered most of her face, he could tell a blush stained her cheeks. "Boo…"
"Kitty," she replied softly. Quatre was shaken to his very core. His Boo, swathed in silken robes and veils…all grown up…
It was becoming a very interesting vacation already.