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AN: Hi there. My muse decided to be very irresponsible by forcing me to write this at 3 am. The fact that he's nocturnal doesn't mean I am. About the story: This is just a short introduction. The next, longer chapter is almost finished.

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Introduction:

A tentative knock was all he could manage, it sounded loud, too loud in the dark and deserted hall. He stepped back, nervously fidgeting with the end of his long braid, waiting for the large oak doors to open. After what seemed like an eternity the dark brown, wooden doors swung open and he was greeted with the sight of what he could only guess was some sort of a study. The room, which was barely lit by some candles and the light from a small fire in the fireplace, seemed to contain an empty desk, several bookshelves full of books; their covers shimmering in the twilight, and a few, big, comfortable chairs in front of the fireplace.

"Come in", said a low voice.

Startled, he moved his hands from his braid and stepped slowly forward to the desk where the voice seemed to come from. Behind him the big oak doors closed. A quick, nervous glance in that direction, told him that no magic or ghosts were involved, as he had feared, but simply a blond young butler, who sent him a small smile in return.

"Step forward", ordered the same voice from before.

He could hear it clearly now, coming from the chair behind the desk. He walked forward until he was about a meter short from, what he could see now, was a Mahoney desk, old, but in good condition, with paperwork scattered among the surface. The chair behind the desk was also quite old with a very high backside, currently facing him, shielding the occupant from his prying eyes.

"Welcome".

It sent a shiver down his spine, hearing someone speak to him in such a cold, low tone. He wondered what the man looked like, since he could only see the back of the chair. Nothing was visible in the windows behind the desk. The curtains were still open, allowing the darkness of the night to invade the room.

His breathing was getting faster. 'Why was this man being such a coward and not facing him?!' Anger welled up in his chest. Whether the man would like it or not, face to face or face to back, he was going to give him some piece of his mind.

"I don't know how you forced my mother into agreeing with this, but you'll better release me now and let me go back at once. Or else you're going to pay for it. And I mean it!" The youth crossed his arms before his chest and gave the back of the chair and angry glare.

A humourless, low chuckle could be heard from the occupant in the chair. It made the braided youth even more furious.

"Let me go back at once, you bloody kidnapper!"

"I can't do that" was all he heard from the man in the chair. "My personal servant will guide you to your room."

Before he could protest he was dragged away by the blond servant he had noticed earlier and following said servant down the different corridors with the servant making occasionally remarks like; 'these are masters quarters, of limits of course, kitchen, dining room, ballroom, billiard chamber, library'. After climbing at least a dozen steps the blond servant finally announced: "These are your quarters", before opening the door and revealing a nice and expensive looking sitting chamber.

"Look," the blond said, while pointing at a pile of crests, "your luggage is already here. This is the sitting room and study. The bathroom is over here and the bedroom over there", the blond pointed to each door. When the youth just stared at him, the servant shot him a smile and said: "I'm Quatre Raberba Winner. Personal servant to the master of this house. The one who stood by the front door, waiting for you, is the butler Trowa Barton. Now you must be quite tired from your journey. It's also quite late already, so why don't you explore your rooms and wash up before you go to bed? Sleep as long as you like. I'll bring your breakfast to your room tomorrow morning." And with a smile and a "Goodnight", the blond servant left him alone with his thoughts and his fears.

He paced the room. He didn't understand why he was send here. He was angry at the man for forcing his mother to agree with this, but above all he was sad. It was the whole environment, this cold building, with a man with an even colder voice. It lacked warmth and it made him sad, unbelievable sad.

He went to do what the servant had told him to do; exploring the rooms. The sitting room and study where he currently stood, was as far as he could tell nice. A few comfortable looking chairs in front of a fireplace, a table with some chairs too, and surprisingly a piano. Whatever was going to happen, he could at lest play the piano.

The bathroom was huge, with a large white tub standing on for legs with predator bird claws at the end of them. The bath was still steaming hot. Probably filled just before he was brought to the room. He shed his travelling clothes and threw them in a corner, suddenly feeling very tired an jumped into the bath. The heat proved to be very soothing for his aching muscles and stiff back due to the long coach drive that day and the day before.

The youth yawned and was almost asleep when he noticed the now almost cold temperature of the bath. He wondered how he lost track of the time and became lost in thoughts. Slowly he raised from the tub, donned a fluffy bathrobe, before grapping a towel to tend to his hair. When he judged it dry enough, he braided it and moved to the bedroom.

Tired he slid under the covers of the Queen-sized bed, not bothering to put on any clothes. His fears an anger about his situation haunted him, but he didn't allow himself to cry about his circumstances.

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"Heero, I've brought the boy to his quarters."

"Quatre." Answered the low voice.

"Heero, why didn't you tell him the truth. Explained the situation to him, anything at all? He thinks you're some sort of kidnapper by now and will definitely hate you for it!" Said his blond servant. "Why?"

"Hate is no more than I deserve." Came the answer from the chair.

Quatre stepped closer, a empathic smile on his face. "You didn't show yourself to him. He must think you're some kind of freak."

A hollow laugh followed the servants words.

"But you can't hide forever!" Pressed Quatre. "You have to show yourself to him one day."

"In this form?! Not now, not ever!"

A flash of two red dots were visible in the reflection of the window, before Heero closed the curtains.

AN: Thanks for reading this. I'm very glad you did!