Spare A Thought For Quatre
The early morning sunlight shone through the open window, casting a patch of golden light on the carpet. The white curtains billowed slightly in a summer breeze that rushed in from outside into the large bedroom.
It wasn't the only thing that entered the room either. Quatre Winner stepped lightly from the white balcony and into the cool, darker room. His white blonde hair caught the sunlight and made his mop of hair look like a halo, framing his round, pale face. His bright blue eyes shone out, making him seem even more like an angel.
He wrapped his dressing gown closer around him as he sat on the edge of the double bed. Then he lifted his feet onto the bed and rolled over to face the slumbering person in the bed next to him.
He smiled fondly at the sleeping boy. He always looked so peaceful when he slept. Gently, so as not to wake the boy, Quatre put out his hand and stroked the boy's head lovingly. The boy slept on, but he looked so perfect to Quatre. His long hair cascaded down his back, for once freed from the usual braid that contained it. The hair was so long that it wrapped around the boy's waist and some dangled onto the floor as he lay in the bed.
The boy stirred slightly and for a second his eyes opened. A hint of chocolate brown flashed in his face before he shut his eyes again and rolled over, away from Quatre's light touch.
"Duo." Quatre whispered softly, stroking the boy's strong shoulder lightly. "It's time to get up."
"Leave me alone Mom!" Duo groaned, pulling the sheet around his hunched up body.
Quatre laughed casually but continued trying to wake Duo. "It's breakfast time." He added.
This phrase had a dramatic effect on Duo. He sat up quickly and blinked hard, taking in where he was. "Quatre?" He asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"I'm here." Quatre edged closer to Duo and draped his arms over his shoulders, resting his blonde head on Duo's tanned and strong shoulder. Duo put one arm back and stroked Quatre's head lovingly. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a log." Duo said, yawning widely. "I'd better get dressed."
Reluctantly Quatre let go off Duo and watched the boy get up and find some clothes. He moved around the room with such purpose in his step, the sun falling on his soft skin and illuminating every muscle prominent on the boy's chest. Quatre sighed, once again realising how lucky he was to be with Duo.
After a few moments Quatre too began to get ready. He slipped into the en- suite bathroom and jumped into a cold shower. He gasped as the icy water trickled down his spine. Little droplets collected in his hair and dripped onto the end of his nose. Climbing out of the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist and returned to the bedroom.
Duo passed him in the doorway. "You shouldn't walk around like that Quatre." Duo scolded, but a smile lurked on his face. "You might give me the wrong idea!" He winked and then locked himself in the bathroom. Quatre grinned openly as he got dressed and towel dried his hair.
Duo emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, his hair in a huge tangle, with several brushed sticking out of it. "Damn it!" He cursed. "I might just get my hair cut short like yours, it would be so much easier!"
"Don't do that!" Quatre cried, guiding Duo to the chair in front of the dressing table and forcing him to sit down. "I love your hair like this."
Duo moaned and groaned some more, but settled down when Quatre began gently combing his hair and braiding it deftly. Duo stood up when his hair was finally under control and gave Quatre a quick peck on the cheek in way of thanks.
"Breakfast!" Quatre announced. Together the two boys walked down the stairs of the Winner mansion and into the grand dining room. They sat down and were instantly served with piping hot coffee and a platter of delicious food. Quatre laughed as Duo ate shamelessly, without a care for maintaining his lean figure. Quatre nibbled on a slice of toast and flicked through the newspaper beside him.
"Oh no!" Quatre groaned suddenly, causing Duo to stop eating for a moment and look up.
"Whassa matta?" He asked, his mouth full of food. But Quatre was already jumping up and calling on one of his servants.
"I am so sorry Duo, but I have to go!" Quatre said breathlessly, grabbing the blazer jacket that his servant brought him and signalling that he wanted his phone. He put it on quickly as he made for the door. Duo followed him.
"Go?" He asked. "Where? Why? Can't I come?"
"I have to go to London, apparently there is a crisis going on at business headquarters there." Quatre explained. Duo knew that Quatre felt bound to take care of his father's company, especially after his father had died and left Quatre in charge of the family business. "And in answer to your last question, no you can't come!"
Duo looked down, his eyes filled with sorrow. "Again?" He asked. "You spend more time away from here on business than you do with me. Why can't I ever come along too?"
Quatre kissed him on the cheek and said, "Because your presence distracts me too much Duo." He dialled a number on his phone as he rushed down the front steps to where his car was waiting. "I'll see you when I get back!" He called, jumping into the car.
Duo watched as the car sped out of sight. Then he sighed and returned inside. He glanced at the newspaper article on the table that had caused all this. 'Winner Company in state of Disarray!' He read to himself. Angrily he tore up the paper and rushed up the stairs.
He leaned against the door to his bedroom and fought back tears. He hated it when this kind of thing happened. He would never tell Quatre this, but he hated living with him. It wasn't that he didn't like Quatre; he just didn't like the huge house and hundreds of servants who did whatever you wanted. Duo wanted to be independent, and Quatre would never allow this. He had so many servants that he scolded Duo for wanting to do something for him, saying that he paid other people to do their dirty work. It was the only disagreement the two ever had.
Making up his mind suddenly Duo reached under the King sized bed and pulled out a backpack. In a flurry he pulled out some clothes and stuffed them into the bag. Then he walked over to a picture on the wall and swung it back, revealing the door to a safe. He turned the knob on the front a few times and the door clicked open.
Duo reached inside and pulled out a wad of cash, he would pay Quatre back later. Then he found some paper and a pen and scribbled a note to Quatre. He gathered up his things, had one last look around the room where so many things had happened the night before. Then he crossed to the large balcony overlooking the side of the estate.
Duo threw his back down onto the ground several feet below. Then, as nimbly as a deer, he jumped down after it, landing neatly on his feet. Picking up the bag he made his way unspotted to the perimeter of the grounds. He found the hole in the fencing and climbed through it. He was gone before any of the servants could miss him.
He made his way quickly towards the main road, wiping a tear from his eye. He didn't like to think about what he was doing and how Quatre would react when he came back. But he knew in his heart that he couldn't stay at the Winner Mansion a second longer, especially without Quatre there too.
The early morning sunlight shone through the open window, casting a patch of golden light on the carpet. The white curtains billowed slightly in a summer breeze that rushed in from outside into the large bedroom.
It wasn't the only thing that entered the room either. Quatre Winner stepped lightly from the white balcony and into the cool, darker room. His white blonde hair caught the sunlight and made his mop of hair look like a halo, framing his round, pale face. His bright blue eyes shone out, making him seem even more like an angel.
He wrapped his dressing gown closer around him as he sat on the edge of the double bed. Then he lifted his feet onto the bed and rolled over to face the slumbering person in the bed next to him.
He smiled fondly at the sleeping boy. He always looked so peaceful when he slept. Gently, so as not to wake the boy, Quatre put out his hand and stroked the boy's head lovingly. The boy slept on, but he looked so perfect to Quatre. His long hair cascaded down his back, for once freed from the usual braid that contained it. The hair was so long that it wrapped around the boy's waist and some dangled onto the floor as he lay in the bed.
The boy stirred slightly and for a second his eyes opened. A hint of chocolate brown flashed in his face before he shut his eyes again and rolled over, away from Quatre's light touch.
"Duo." Quatre whispered softly, stroking the boy's strong shoulder lightly. "It's time to get up."
"Leave me alone Mom!" Duo groaned, pulling the sheet around his hunched up body.
Quatre laughed casually but continued trying to wake Duo. "It's breakfast time." He added.
This phrase had a dramatic effect on Duo. He sat up quickly and blinked hard, taking in where he was. "Quatre?" He asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"I'm here." Quatre edged closer to Duo and draped his arms over his shoulders, resting his blonde head on Duo's tanned and strong shoulder. Duo put one arm back and stroked Quatre's head lovingly. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a log." Duo said, yawning widely. "I'd better get dressed."
Reluctantly Quatre let go off Duo and watched the boy get up and find some clothes. He moved around the room with such purpose in his step, the sun falling on his soft skin and illuminating every muscle prominent on the boy's chest. Quatre sighed, once again realising how lucky he was to be with Duo.
After a few moments Quatre too began to get ready. He slipped into the en- suite bathroom and jumped into a cold shower. He gasped as the icy water trickled down his spine. Little droplets collected in his hair and dripped onto the end of his nose. Climbing out of the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist and returned to the bedroom.
Duo passed him in the doorway. "You shouldn't walk around like that Quatre." Duo scolded, but a smile lurked on his face. "You might give me the wrong idea!" He winked and then locked himself in the bathroom. Quatre grinned openly as he got dressed and towel dried his hair.
Duo emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, his hair in a huge tangle, with several brushed sticking out of it. "Damn it!" He cursed. "I might just get my hair cut short like yours, it would be so much easier!"
"Don't do that!" Quatre cried, guiding Duo to the chair in front of the dressing table and forcing him to sit down. "I love your hair like this."
Duo moaned and groaned some more, but settled down when Quatre began gently combing his hair and braiding it deftly. Duo stood up when his hair was finally under control and gave Quatre a quick peck on the cheek in way of thanks.
"Breakfast!" Quatre announced. Together the two boys walked down the stairs of the Winner mansion and into the grand dining room. They sat down and were instantly served with piping hot coffee and a platter of delicious food. Quatre laughed as Duo ate shamelessly, without a care for maintaining his lean figure. Quatre nibbled on a slice of toast and flicked through the newspaper beside him.
"Oh no!" Quatre groaned suddenly, causing Duo to stop eating for a moment and look up.
"Whassa matta?" He asked, his mouth full of food. But Quatre was already jumping up and calling on one of his servants.
"I am so sorry Duo, but I have to go!" Quatre said breathlessly, grabbing the blazer jacket that his servant brought him and signalling that he wanted his phone. He put it on quickly as he made for the door. Duo followed him.
"Go?" He asked. "Where? Why? Can't I come?"
"I have to go to London, apparently there is a crisis going on at business headquarters there." Quatre explained. Duo knew that Quatre felt bound to take care of his father's company, especially after his father had died and left Quatre in charge of the family business. "And in answer to your last question, no you can't come!"
Duo looked down, his eyes filled with sorrow. "Again?" He asked. "You spend more time away from here on business than you do with me. Why can't I ever come along too?"
Quatre kissed him on the cheek and said, "Because your presence distracts me too much Duo." He dialled a number on his phone as he rushed down the front steps to where his car was waiting. "I'll see you when I get back!" He called, jumping into the car.
Duo watched as the car sped out of sight. Then he sighed and returned inside. He glanced at the newspaper article on the table that had caused all this. 'Winner Company in state of Disarray!' He read to himself. Angrily he tore up the paper and rushed up the stairs.
He leaned against the door to his bedroom and fought back tears. He hated it when this kind of thing happened. He would never tell Quatre this, but he hated living with him. It wasn't that he didn't like Quatre; he just didn't like the huge house and hundreds of servants who did whatever you wanted. Duo wanted to be independent, and Quatre would never allow this. He had so many servants that he scolded Duo for wanting to do something for him, saying that he paid other people to do their dirty work. It was the only disagreement the two ever had.
Making up his mind suddenly Duo reached under the King sized bed and pulled out a backpack. In a flurry he pulled out some clothes and stuffed them into the bag. Then he walked over to a picture on the wall and swung it back, revealing the door to a safe. He turned the knob on the front a few times and the door clicked open.
Duo reached inside and pulled out a wad of cash, he would pay Quatre back later. Then he found some paper and a pen and scribbled a note to Quatre. He gathered up his things, had one last look around the room where so many things had happened the night before. Then he crossed to the large balcony overlooking the side of the estate.
Duo threw his back down onto the ground several feet below. Then, as nimbly as a deer, he jumped down after it, landing neatly on his feet. Picking up the bag he made his way unspotted to the perimeter of the grounds. He found the hole in the fencing and climbed through it. He was gone before any of the servants could miss him.
He made his way quickly towards the main road, wiping a tear from his eye. He didn't like to think about what he was doing and how Quatre would react when he came back. But he knew in his heart that he couldn't stay at the Winner Mansion a second longer, especially without Quatre there too.