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and this is a 3xD pairing so, beware! Oh, and
I mention BOTH 4xD and 3xMidii...and I don't own
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The Unexpected by Chiriru ^_^
Chapter 1:
IT all started with him...
Whether I like to admit it or not, back in 195 I both
hated and loved the gundam pilots, in peticular, Quatre
Winner.
He was a lot like me, wealthy, with out a father, and
influencial. Unlike me, however, he loved peace. My
father was like him and I was...once. I am now. But
now was not then, is it? And even when I tried to kill
him he wouldn't back down. It was right then he won my
heart. For a year, I tried to fight it. I promised him
that I would change, for the better. I have and I did.
But I was bound and determind not to let him in. But
I always said that something inside the pilots made them
glorious. Perhaps in Heero it was his faith in Relena,
or in Duo it was his own history. WuFei definately fought for
"justice" and some under lying motive I never knew until
much later in my life. Trowa Barton was always a mystery.
But Quatre did what he felt was the best thing. He always
has. But I never knew how much that truthfulness would
hurt me in the end.
It was a love that I always had wanted. The warm blonde
millionare who loved me. He had turned my life around.
That is always how I will remember him, gallent, honorable,
sweet to a toothache, and wonderful in many *other* areas.
But, Quatre isn't my story. I could dwell on him from now
until eternity. But, like I said, he isn't whom I am going
to talk about.
The story really begins back...ooo...almost twenty years ago
in the year 197 AC, when I was a young girl of 17.
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Dorothy Catalonia was changing Romafeller Foundation, leading
them along the road of total pacifism, the ways of Relena Dorlian
and the gundam pilots.
She was just only 17, like her friend Relena and the pilots them
-selves. She was the youngest, the only other person near her
age in the Romafeller circles was Quatre R. Winner, the heir to
the Winner fortune and the pilot of the Sandrock Gundam, pilot
04.
It had been years since there "duel" on Libra. Both had gotten
up and went along there ways. Fate had away to bring the two
together, no matter what the sercumstances.
Over the years, well....the two years (but they felt like so
many more) they had come to see eye to eye on many a great
thing, more important their relationship.
Unknown to the outside world, and undetectable to most in the
Foundation, they were lovers. So completely in love, Dorothy
lost sight of reality -- one thing she had sworn she would never
do since her fathers death, or since Quatre had come into her life.
It was like a big secret, hidden safely in there hearts. It gave
them a sence of danger in a fairly safe world, the private
phone calls, the late night "study" sessions, sneeking off
to see each other when they *were* together. Which wasn't
enough for Dorothy.
But, that is how life goes. Quatre had to run his father's corporation
now. Dorothy had to run the Foundation that her grandpa used to
lead, or thought he did.
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One of these nights, of meeting in the dark, wound up at Dorothy's
own house. Not out of the ordinary. Waking up in each other's
arms was not unordinary either.
It had been cold and snow had fallen outside, but all she wanted
to do was snuggle further underneath her covers, closer to the
man she loved, and lay there forever.
But, she had meetings...and life had to go on, so she reluctantly
pulled herself from all the warmth in her own bed and got ready for
work.
"Leaving again, Dorothy?" Quatre asked from the bed, and she thought
she heard some slight contempt. But she ignored it.
"I have to, baby. Another stupid meeting. I'll be back as soon as
I can. We should be through by 11. Rele's even showing up...so
she'll help me move all the old coots along."
"I have to leave by 10:30. sorry" he replied, getting up himself.
"But you know how these things are."
"Yeah." she replied, more disheartened than before.
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The meeting was uninteresting...and she could only think about how
distant they where getting. They knew that they had to do their jobs
but...now...it felt like they where falling apart. He didn't really
seem affectionate, not even in bed. Something was wrong.
Relena said that she hadn't seen anything abnormal, but she would
talk to him if she wanted.
Dorothy seemed pleased.
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That was only in January. By April our love affair was over. Gone.
Ancient History. But little did I know then, what I know now.
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Dorothy had spent he like alone for almost two months, locking her
-self away in her lonely chambers. Hilde. He had gone off with Hilde
one of her best friends. How could he do that?
Easily. When Duo and Hilde desided to date others, Hilde went to him,
and eventually Cathrine went to Duo. Leaving her out in the cold.
She swore. She cursed. She damned him to infidelity. To hoped
he would rot his life away for hurting her so. But she didn't mean
it. How could she? She loved Hilde like a sister, and Quatre like
he was part of her soul...he *had been* Damn it! She thought that
had meant something!
But...it didn't.
So, she locked herself in her tower of stone, not to come out again.
With in a month of her self imposed solitary confinement, the Preventers
sent a man, to guard her, to protect her, from herself and others. They
couldn't have world leaders going off and killing themselves.
And what a shock it was to find Trowa Barton at her door one warm spring
day.
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Chapter 2:
I couldn't beleive it. I mean, Trowa? But..yet again. IT all started
with him. Funny...most of my memories start like that. First my own
father, my grandfather, Quatre, then Trowa. It is kind of funny looking
back on it. In Romafeller Relena's little group of peace minded women
(me, her, and Silvia Noventa) where called the "Independant Women" but
in actuallity our lives revolved around the men in our lives....
But, I digress. The fourth most imporant man in my life was standing on
my doorstep....
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Trowa Barton stood out side on the warm May morning. It wasn't the fact
that it was nice out that he was out, it was the fact that Dorothy
Catalonia refused to let him in.
Was he surprized? No. He knew that she probably wouldn't let him in if
she had a choice.
But she had no choice, and whether she liked it or not, he was going to help
her get through this.
So he desided to wait.
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Dorothy looked out her window again. He was *still* there! Why wouldn't
he just go away? She didn't want to see him, she didn't want to see
any one, especially the best friend of her her ex-lover. 'I mean, what do
they think I am? An idiot?'
But, what could she do? She had asked him to leave, and it was obvious he
wasn't going to do that. The Preventers definately had some nerve, Lady Une
would definately hear about this.
Dorothy opened the door, looking almost defeated. What was she supposed to
do? Even on Libra he had treated her like scum - there first and only real
encounter.
Trowa helped himself in, it was obvious she wasn't going to help. She knew
about this in advance, she knew his orders. And she knew that former Gundam
pilots didn't disobey their orders...well maybe Heero when it came to Relena,
but.... that really didn't count. They didn't disobey the *important* orders.
And he had desided that this was important.
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Rocky. That was our relationship. He trailed me, he followed me.. the first
two weeks were hell. I won't lie, I hated him, I hated my situtation, and
I hated Quatre for putting me in tht position. If he hadn't left, Trowa
wouldn't of been there. And right then, I just wanted Mr. Barton to leave.
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'Why wouldn't he just *go* away?' she thought. Mr. Trowa Barton had only
been there two days and he wouldn't move out, he wouldn't listen....
He was like a ghost, just hanging around.
He locked doors, hid knives, he had made it a point to wake her up, and see
her sleep, to make her eat, to take care of herself. And in only two days.
Needless to say, she didn't like it.
But as she was reflecting on these situtations, she snuggled down further into
her bed -- trying not to remember the last time she had really snuggled down
into it, and fell asleep.
She could almost hear him -- Quatre, that is. He was still with her, he never
left. He explained all her worries away. It was great..
~~
Trowa gently stepped into her bedroom. He prepared himself -- she usually yelled
or screamed or pushed...she definately wasn't a morning person.
She was gently sleeping, her long blonde hair sweeping down, off the matress,
bairly brushing the navy carpeting on her floor. A slight grin was on her
face and it looked as if she had been crying...
'Not again..' he thought. Whether he liked it or not, she was still in love
with Quatre, and her pain was held inside herself. Only the former couple,
Relena and him knew about the relationship -- and he wasn't even sure if
she knew that he knew.
Stepping through he clean room (which must have been the noises from last
night, he noted) he went to wake his ward up.
She looked almost frail, like she was flight straight up...but could fall
at any time...In reality, the moment her mind woke up she would crash.
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"Dorothy...Dorothy...you gotta wake up..." she heard a voice..Quatre...
A hand traced her cheek, with the barest of pressure...like she wasn't
even supposed to know that some one was that close..a shiver ran through
her. It was so gentle...so kind...so loving....but dreams can't last--
espcially when your brain starts to wake up...
Her voice trembled, the barest whisper.."Quatre...." and her voice broke
with a sob..."Your not him...are you?" the hope gone from her hoarse
voice.
"No." Trowa said quitely. "I'm not."
"Trowa!?!" Her voice raised, her eyes flying open, and her blood beginning
to boil.
"You need to get up. The meeting start in an hour." and then, the pilot
of Heavyarms, got up, and left.
"I *Hate* you Trowa!!!! Don't you come in to my room again!!!" Dorothy,
screamed, mad, embrassed, and guilty. Mad -- that she had been caught,
that she had chased him out, that he had the _gaul_ to show up in her
room. Embrassed that he had found out about her pain, about Quatre (now
what was he going to think about her?) and that his touch could make
her feel....different...special...loved... and guilty, that she couldn't
make any one care...
But, breakfast was going to start soon, so she hurried up got dressed, and
sat down in the dinning room, never meeting his eyes.
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Chiriru ^_^
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