Standard disclaimer applies here. I do not own Quatre, Gundam wing, et al. Don't sue this is mearly a fanwork.
Glimmer
Quatre Raberba Winner sat desolately inside his bedroom within the Winner estate. The outward grounds were lovely. The best money could buy, as was everything within his life. His father would have no less then perfection.
Perfection for everything, even his children, Quatre thought angrily, After all he engineered us to be that way/i A few stray tears drifted down his nose. I have no worth except as a small pawn of the Winner family. No one has ever loved me and no one ever will. I don't even have a real mother.
Quatre lay down on his bed and cried mournfully. He was so alone all the time, even with in a house of 31 family members and 20 some odd servants.
"There is no point to anything anymore," he whispered to himself. Slowly he walked over to the his night table where he picked up a knife he had stolen from the kitchen. He willed himself to walk back to his bed and sat down.
Smiling he turned the knife over in his hand. It glinted shiny silver, and deadly. A little small but still as sharp as ever, it would do the job nicely.
Hesitantly he ran the small blade over his bare wrist touching it very lightly, not even hard enough to break the skin.
Look at me, I'm a freak. I'll never be normal and I'll never be happy.
Just as he was about to make the first cut a brilliant light began shimmering in front of him. From the cocoon of the light a small pale blond man stepped out.
"Who are you," Quatre demanded
"Why I'm you," the pale stranger responded. "In about five years." He smiled sheepishly.
"Why are you here," the Quatre with the knife demanded
"To stop you," Quatre from the future said. "I know you think life is hopeless but your wrong"
"How can you understand," Quatre demanded, "You have no idea what it feels like to be this different from everyone."
"What the fact that you're gay or the fact that you're a test tube baby?" Quatre stared at him in shock. "How do you know that," he asked
"I'm you," Quatre laughed "And I'm here to tell you that your wrong. People do care about you. Don't do what your planning because if you do then you'll never meet him."
"Him who," asked Quatre "Tell me."
"Oh just a fellow pilot," Quatre said sweetly. "You'll know when you get there." Quatre seeing that his future self wasn't going to tell him complied. The Quatre from the future took the small knife from his younger counterpart. "I'll keep that for now. You do have worth Quatre and someday you will realize it."
"As a bag of chemicals," Quatre said with less conviction then before.
"Don't start that," the other Quatre said "You know it's not true."
Quatre stared at him, before nodding slowly. "I guess so," he whispered halfheartedly.
"I have to go," the Quatre from the future said smiling. "Listen to what I said."
"I guess I have no choice," said Quatre smiling.
"That's good," said Quatre as he disappeared in the same burst that he appeared in.
The younger Quatre merely sat in shock before he passed out from sheer exhaustion. When he awoke, he was slightly changed. He supposed he could hold on, at least a little longer. After all he wanted to meet the mysterious other pilot someday.