~Authors notes~
Author
: Sheiakurei e-mail: sheiakurei@cs.comCategory
: AU, Gundam Wing, Paring: ?+4 (for now)Warning
: yaoi, shounen ai Rating: NC-17 (rated for future chapters that may contain lemon, angst and other such scenes)~An Angels Protection~
Chapter 1: Mission Accepted
"So basically you want me to baby sit him for you." The man was leaning against the wall, his face covered by the darkness of the night. He glanced up, watching the figure of the woman, attentively eyeing and listening to the her requests.
"No, not baby sit. I want a companion for my brother who can protect him secretly and be there until the inheritance is over." She shrugged thinking to herself if this was really the right man to offer this job to
"Quatre refuses to be guarded like some precious gem" Ireia continued.
" Though I guess its not his fault for feeling that way, but we need to make sure he isn't harmed at all, especially during this time." She glanced up at the figure of the young man, watching him as he stood there quietly and unmoved at all.
She began to have an enormous doubt into trusting this vague and shaded figure, but what could she do? //Wufei said he could be trusted.// Ireia thought. The word was given to her by the man of 'justice' and head of security for the Winner family. //He must be know what he's doing.//
Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly by the movement of the figure in front of her. She stirred from her thoughts and looked up at him... waiting whether he'd accept the job or not.
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The night was quiet, the chirping of crickets the only sound audible. A bright moon glowed above, its light illuminating the land beneath. Its beams cast a dim light over a darkened building, a few rays managing to spill into a room. Within that room, three figures are barely distinguished.
Two men were visibly sitting across a younger looking man, his face, passive. His eyes were devoid of emotion and feeling. He held a firm grip on the gun placed carefully on his lap, a similar hold on the briefcase by his right. He sat quietly, as so did the two men before him, the trio waiting for their next orders.
After a few minutes, the before said man began to grow impatient, the ability to sit still, now a chore. Grunting slightly at the other two, he closed his eyes. "I haven't got all day…" He said, his deep voice breaking the stillness of the room. He stood up, ready to leave.
"No! You can't go!"
"He's right. We have orders to keep you here until Lord Trieze arrives."
He, seemingly not as interested, simply walked towards the small frame of the door. Hands fixed on the cold steel knob as he slowly twisted it, heading out. The two soldiers looked at each other franticly. They had strict orders and who knows what would become of them if they disobeyed it.
The younger man paid no mind to their insistency, turning the handle. Feeling someone else moving the knob on the opposite side, he immediately let loose of his hold. Just as he did, the wooden door swung open…
A woman stood in silence for a moment. Layered, hazelnut hair fell down across her face as she tilted her head . The two soldiers from behind the younger boy straightened up quickly.
"Master Trieze is in his office. Sorry for the inconvenience. My name is Lady Une."
She spoke in a quiet and soft voice, her slim hands gesturing towards her left. "Please, right this way."
The boy simply answered her with a lifeless "hn", walking behind her as she lead them, the two soldiers following close by.
He glanced around at the interiors of the house. No, it was no ordinary house, but a mansion.
Lights brightly lit the hallways and an enormity of fresh roses in very elegant hand carved vases were everywhere. The chandeliers were draped with brilliant crystals that seemed to luster like diamonds and the curtains were of bright red in color as they hung against the windows.
The woman before him paused as they reached a huge door made out of brass and gold. Immediately the two soldiers from behind stepped up and grabbed a handle each of the door. Twisting both handles in sync, they pulled the door open and the woman in front of him took few steps and stood aside.
A man, who was probably in his late 20's or early 30's, sat behind his desk holding a rose in his hand as if playing with it. Lady Une bowed in respect to the man then slowly took her position on his right side.
"What do you want from me?" The boy said sternly as if he were the one who owned the place. Trieze chuckled as he gestured a hand to the seat in front of him.
"Impatient are we? Well, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting but I have a proposition for you. Do have a seat"
The boy stepped forward hesitantly and took a seat in front of Trieze. His eyes looked at the older man as if it could pierce through his very being with his stare. He looked around for a moment through the corner of his eyes, glancing at the hundreds of books that surrounded one corner and a red velvet curtain on the other. Shrugging, he turned his attention back to Trieze. All he could do was chuckle and smirk at the boy once again, seeing how irritated he is to be here.
"Well, I'll get to my point." He started, his face taking a serious toll as he pushed himself off his chair and laid the rose on the desk. He walked over to the right corner of the room and took hold of a cord that was connected to the velvet curtains. Pulling the rope down, the curtains flew to the corners of the room and revealed various portraits of people that were well known to the country.
The young man raised a brow as he looked at all the portraits attached to the wall.
"These people are of the highest authorities in the kingdom. They are known for their wealth, their power, and their reign over the land and other countries as well."
"So what?" The young man replied, listening attentively.
Trieze took one of his fencing sword from his side and pointed the tip of it to the portrait at his far left.
"This is Quatre Raberba Winner. The only male and heir to the Winner family assets. I want you to assassinate him. In exchange, I can give you anything you want."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Oh, but you see my boy, I'm sure that you will."
The man looked up at Trieze from his seat and raised a brow at him again in curiosity
"I said I can give you anything you want. Money, wealth, fame …and even… your memory." He grinned as he watched the younger man narrowed his eyes.
"How-"
"I know who you are. Aside from your reputation as the best assassin in the kingdom, you also lost your memory during a coma. You never knew who you were since then, did you?" He snickered, confident that the boy would accept his offer now.
"I can give you your memory back if you would help me get rid of the Winner family heir"
The stoic boy leaned against the chair and closed his eyes. His voice remained as calm, yet cold like the deadly killer that he was.
//…my.. memory..// he thought to himself quietly for a moment and decided weather or not to accept this offer. //..but why would they want to assassinate the winner heir…?//
"Money, power, land, everything.." Lady Une said, startling the boy slightly, but emotionless mask he wore never faltered. She smiled knowingly, as if she had read his mind.
She continued on, explaining the plan of gaining the heir's trust, then killing him as if it were a mere accident. If not that, they would just dispose of him and send a imposter Quatre Winner that would be under their control.
"Don't worry, boy," Trieze said, "I give you my word in handing back the memory you once had. All your files, data, and records are secretly hidden with me. Just do your work, and I'll give you what you want when it is over." He grinned as he look at the younger boy once more for his answer.
With no doubt, he accepted it.
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"I accept you offer."
Ireia smiled as she heard those words, not wanting to stay in this eerie environment any longer. They had discussed the matter of being Quatre's private bodyguard and the payment for this. She offered a fairly high price in return that no one could possibly turn down. Though, she did make one more request of the man.
"Be gentle. He will never admit about him being as fragile as he really looks, but he is. Being close or as his friend would be the best way for you to guard him."
The man just kept his eyes closed as she gave him advises on how to watch him. He hated it, but simply shrugged it off.
"Your name shall be placed in Yugata Academy where my brother studies. You'll be entering as a new student there. It's better this way." And with that said, Ireia placed the files and other notes the young man might need and went on her way back to the Winner Estate.
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The orange glow of the sun reflected against the water, causing the surface to shine an aurora of lights. Seagulls lunged towards it as they search for there breakfast. The cool air brushed along the land as it made the illusion of trees dancing in the air. Fresh scent of pine tress gave a sense of tranquility as tiny creatures crawled about the place.
It seemed like it was going to be a fine morning along the private seaside of the academy.
The bell rang loudly, students flooding the busy hallways. Second period had just ended, yet the expression on the students faces made it look like they had been there forever. The halls chorused with lively chatter and the continuous slamming of locker doors.
A braided boy hurried along towards his locker, shoving a couple of younger kids aside. He had that usual grin on his face that never seemed to disappear. Reaching his destination he gave his pale friend a wry smile.
"Hey Q! how's your morning coming?"
Glancing over at the familiar voice, Quatre saw the violet eyed kid throwing a couple of books in his locker as he took some out as well. He chuckled softly at how jaunty his friend was and returned a smile at him.
"Okay I guess."
They have known each other since Duo's father became the new accountancy of the Winner family. It was just last year that they had become great friends. They have spent a year together in this school and quite frankly enjoyed it.
The Academy excelled in academics ,sports and the arts as most of the students are. You could say it was once of the finest private schools in the colony. Though Quatre tried to lead a normal life like any person in the colony would, he was still respected by a lot. Though sometimes not for himself but for the family name.
Both the blonde hair boy and the violet eyed teen chattered and laughed quietly as they made there way to there next class.
"I'm glad we get to have chemistry together this year. Maybe I can get front row seats to your fire trick." Quatre teased as he laughed softly, making there way to room 104.
Duo simply grinned and made a playful and mischievous look on his face.
"Hey, Just because we're in school, doesn't mean we don't get to have a little fun around here."
"Well if you call burning the entire room to ashes, I guess not."
They both laughed and walked there way to class, getting just in time to there seats as the last bell rang.
See, last year Duo got his hands on a bunch of matches. He discovered that specific chemicals and fire didn't go good together and well.. One thing led to another.
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It has been several minutes since chemistry class started. Knocks were heard on the class room door which caused Mr. Revier to pause his lesson . He walked over towards the door as he took hold of the knob and twisted it. Stepping out of the room for a moment and shutting the door behind him, chatter became audible in the room.
Duo was seated in the very front row to the right as Mr. Revier assigned him to. He was quite a trouble maker, but everyone must admit, including instructors that he was a great and intelligent student.
Turning around, the braided boy caught the sight of his blonde haired friend and waved a hand at him. Quatre simply smiled as his desk was located at the last row on the back. There was around 20 people in there class. Most of them, as of the moment were throwing notes to each other across the room.
Glancing at his side, Quatre frowned a bit at the empty slot of chairs next to him. It used to be for Wufei who was in charge of security for the Winner family. They made him his personal bodyguard since his inheritance of the estate and all the belongings of his family would be given to him.
Quatre merely shrugged thinking to himself.
//Why did they have to keep me on such a tight watch. Well… they were just looking out for me. I guess I shouldn't have been so hard on all of them for worrying. I just don't really see any danger for them to get too worked up on// He sighed as he cleared his thoughts feeling a slight bump on his head.
It brought him back to the reality and glanced down seeing the piece of paper that hit his head. Picking it up, he shrugged and looked around from where it came form. He finally gave up as he found too much off them throwing paper around. It seemed like it was a 6th grade middle school class room with the way the students were acting.
Finally, the wooden door of the class room swung open as Mr. Revier came back in the room. Students sat up right as he entered. He gave his class a stern glare, as he made his way to his desk, two young boys following him.
The first boy that followed right behind Mr. Revier was slightly taller then him. He had a nice lean figure with light brown hair that covered a portion of his face, hiding one of his emerald eyes. His face was emotionless yet calm in its way, unlike the boy next to him.
He was slightly shorter by a few inches and lanky in build. His unruly brown hair was of a darker shade of brown, quite a contrast compared to the green eyed boy. Scanning the room, the students seemed to cower at the intense glare of those deep cobalt eyes.
"Class, we have two new students joining us this semester." Mr. Revier glanced over at the figures in front of the class. "Care to introduce yourself to the class?"
".Heero Yuy.. pleasure." The cobalt eyes scanned the room once again as it finally landed upon a desk right behind Quatre Winner. With his words, he proceeded towards it and took a seat.
Mr. Revier nodded and merely glanced over at the remaining boy in front. "And you?"
Closing his eyes, the green eyed young man simply walked towards an empty seat.
//I.. Guess not..// Mr. Revier thought and sighed.
Duo peered from the corner of his eyes at the new guy that sat right behind him. It's been empty for awhile now since a lot of the students in chemistry changed classes for this new semester.
Seeing there were no longer any interruption to his class, Mr. Revier continued with his lecture.
End of Chapter 1
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Things you can expect on upcoming chapter:
Dorm adjusting, field trip to a nice snowy area… and much more
~Authors Note~
^.^ okay.. I admit it's a little dragging. Sorry about it. I promise it'll get interesting in the next chapter (or at least I hope so). This is my first GW fic ever sooo… I just hope you like it so far! I'm not really an A student when it comes to writing. I'll be posting up the next chapter in a couple of days hopefully.
Special Thanks to SilentRain for proofreading my story and fixing any grammatical error I might have just waltz by on and giving me a better flow to moi story.
A little laughter for everyone! Bloopers updated below!
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~An Angels Protection~
Chapter 1: Mission Accepted
-In the making: Meeting Treize scene
A man, who was probably in his late 20's or early 30's, stood behind his desk, wearing a bright yellow chicken suit. Lady Une gawked at the man, her eyes nearly popping out her head.
"Is this some sort of a joke? It's a chicken!" the boy said, as Treize hopped about the room, gobbling like a turkey.
Une approached the man, whispering slightly. "Master Treize, not now. And turkey's don't gobble."
"Gobble, gobble? Gobble gobble gobble gobble! (Impatient are we? Well, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting but I have a proposition for you. Do have a seat.)"
-In the making: Two new students
"Class, we have two new students joining us this semester." Mr. Revier glanced over at the figures in front of the class. "Care to introduce yourself to the class?"
".Heero Yuy.. pleasure." The cobalt eyes scanned the room once again as it finally landed upon a desk right behind Quatre Winner. With his words, he proceeded towards it. Suddenly a foot appeared out of no where, unnoticed by Heero. He then came stumbling towards the ground, hitting it face first.
"Omae o korosu!" He sat up glaring at the braided boy who was acting his best to look innocent.
"What..what?! I didn't do it! Its not my fault my foot had a muscle spasm."
Mr. Revier glanced over at the remaining boy in front who started trembling, trying to hold back his laughter.
"Are you.. are you .. bwahahahahaha!" Finally loosing control he started to roll on the floor laughing.
Heero got up from the floor and lunged at Duo, who was now out of his chair tryign to avoid the enraged boy.
"Honestly!! I didn't do it! It was a muscle spasm!"
Sheia: CUUUUUTTTTT!!!! .