Will Peace Reign

Forgotten Memories

Chapter 1 - Will Peace Reign?

By

Rylumin

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Their respected creators and/or companies own them.

Note: I am not following the Sailor Moon series. This is based in the Gundam Wing World.

One year has passed since the Gundam Pilots defeated Mariemaia Khushrenada and brought peace to both Earth and the colonies. After the final destruction of the Gundams, the Gundam pilots were free of their war bound lives and now lived according to their own desires.

The year is After Colony 198, and the Earth Sphere Unified Nation has been doing its best to keep the long awaited peace that now reigns throughout the world. All mobile suits have been destroyed, and thanks to the efforts of Vice Foreign Minister Relena Dorlian and the Preventers, the world has now become a safer and stable place. Or so they believe…

A champagne colored Austin Martin slowed to the gates of the large Winner Mansion on Colony L4. With a sigh of contentment, Quatre clicked the gate's remote to open. "Finally, I'm home," he said pulling into the driveway. "All of these peace conferences can sure keep a guy busy."

Quatre had created a new organizational branch to the Winner Company called Seeking Refuge, which annually donates a large sum of its proceedings to the Preventers as a show of support. He had finally finished his 3 month touring spree to other colonies in efforts to find out what more he could contribute in the name of his beloved peace, and now he had returned home for a long awaited rest.

'I can't wait to take a shower and get out of these stuffy clothes,' he thought. Unlocking the car's trunk, he removed his small suitcase. 'This place looks deserted. Maybe I shouldn't have given Rashid and the Maganac Corps an entire month off.'

A soft smile then appeared on Quatre's face. 'Well, they need it. They've done a lot for me, and knowing them, I'm sure they're taking a well-deserved break.' He thought starting towards the mansions giant mahogany doors.

The Arabian boy soon reached the doors and upon unlocking them, he retreated inside. Once within the confines of the mansion, Quatre flicked on the light switch for a better view. 'At least they left the mansion in one piece,' thought the blonde ex-pilot with a chuckle as he started upstairs.

After climbing the winding set of stairs, the blue eyed boy was set on taking that shower. He quickly walked down the impressively decorated hallway to his room, taking in the wine colored carpeting and mahogany embellished walls. How he had missed being home.

Placing his single suitcase on the floor in front his room, Quatre fumbled through his bundle of keys. 'I really need to get a master key made,' he thought. All of his fumbling caused the keys to slip from his hand and fall a few inches from the door.

The ex-pilot crouched down and began reaching for his keys, but stopped as a slight flicker of light caught his eyes. Focusing those tranquil blue eyes of his, he noticed that there was a thin string stretched from one side of the wall to the other.

"What's this?" Quatre observed. 'This is strange,' he thought. 'The only way to notice this is if the light reflects off of it at the right angle.' Following the string to the side of the wall next to his room's door, the blonde saw a needle tacked into the wall with the string looped through the needle's eye.

'It's a trip wire!' Quatre's eyes quickly scanned along the hallway's wall, angling them to see the reflection of the light from the string. His body froze as his gaze fell upon the trap. In plain sight, the ex-pilot saw it.

A machine gun was attached to the ceiling at the end of the hallway. The angle of the gun was aimed perfectly to shoot anyone that tripped the wire in the chest. 'What in the world? It's in plain view, and I didn't even notice it. If I had taken one step forward…' Quatre's thoughts were cut-off by the sound of growls coming from behind him.

Slowly, the blond turned around. 'Oh, no…' Staring at him were two Doberman Pinschers. Their eyes filled with blood lust, growling with every step closer.

Holding up his hands, Quatre tried to stay calm. "Okay… Down, boys," he gulped. With vicious barks, the two Dobermans sprinted toward Quatre.

Instinct took over as the blond ex-pilot swung around to make a run for it. 'The wire!' his mind screamed. Stopping himself before his foot stepped on the wire, the boy's blue eyes widened as he realized that one miscalculation was about to cost him.

The dogs leaped upon Quatre, knocking him to the ground with a hard thump. Luckily, his foot missed the wire, but the dogs got their target.

Adrenaline rushed through his body as it seemed that time had slowed. He could feel their hot breath over him, their mouth watering for the taste of blood.

Trying to get up, one of the dogs pinned him to the floor. Quatre could feel warm blood trickling down his chest as the dog's razor sharp teeth sunk into his right shoulder. "Ahhh!!" he screamed, filling the house with an echoing shriek of terror.

The scent of blood filled the air, and the other dog's blood lust grew stronger after getting a whiff of the squirming blond's alluring aroma. Lounging over Quatre, the second dog began to maul the immobilized ex-pilot.

Scratching, clawing, and biting, the dog assaulted Quatre, who was screaming at the vast amount of pain he was enduring. A sharp pain went up his back, like that of a cold blade running along tempered skin, causing him to arc his back.

'I have to get free!' Just then, his distressed blue eyes again caught the sight of the machine gun at the end of the hallway. 'That's it!' He was on the floor and out of the gun's range, but the dogs were not.

Knowing the wire was below his feet somewhere; Quatre began to kick furiously until he felt his foot jolt against the wire. The gun went off, shooting in Quatre's direction. The bullets missed him by a few inches, but met its mark by pierce the chest of the dog that was mauling him.

As the dog fell to its side dead, the other quickly released Quatre in confusion, giving him the ideal opportunity that was needed. Unbuckling his belt, sorrow filled the blue-eyed boy as he wrapped it around the dog's neck. "I'm sorry."

Pulling the belt together as hard as he could, the dog began suffocating to death by the ex-pilot. The sight was one that Quatre did not wish to behold, so he closed his eyes until the dog's struggle to get free ceased.

Opening his eyes and covered in blood, he slumped to the wall's side. "Why would someone try to kill me… The Gundams have been destroyed, and the world is at peace."

Stammering, he got up shaking. "Whoever did this probably set up more traps." Ripping a piece of his shirt, the blond quickly bandaged his shoulder as best as he could. "I need to get out of here," he said grabbing the bunch of keys.

The scent of blood was heavy as Quatre quickly stepped over the trip wire and headed for the stairs. Down the stairs, the wounded blond limped, his eyes scanning for any signs of traps in his haste.

Finally, he had reached the bottom. 'Almost there. I need to get to a hospital…'

As the pain continued, so did Quatre. Making his way to the living room, he heard a familiar sound.

A chill went through his body seeing a dog at each door exiting the room. 'Not again. If they get a hold of me this time, there won't be any escape.' Scanning the room quickly, the blue eyed boy saw his only way out. 'I'm no Heero, but here goes nothing.'

Mustering up the last of his strength, he took a deep breath and dashed towards one of the large glass windows. The dogs reacted just as quickly and burst into a sprint after the ex-pilot.

Resisting the pain he felt, Quatre slammed into the window; shattering the glass and falling a few feet to the ground. The dogs had stopped short of jumping and watched from the living room, seeing the blond's lifeless body lying on the shards of broken glass.

"Get up… Come on, move…" said Quatre as he opened his eyes. "Almost there… I can see the car…" Taking another deep breath, his blue eyes filled with determination. The car was no more than thirty feet away.

"Here I go!" Pushing himself off the ground, the blond ran like a madman towards the car. When the dogs saw their play toy could still move, they resumed the chase. Jumping from the window and racing after the mortally wounded boy.

Disarming the cars alarm with the beeper, Quatre plummeted inside and shut the door, locking it. He was safe, but for how long? Without thinking, he slipped the key into the ignition and turned it.

Another shot of adrenaline went through his body as the ex-pilot's blue eyes saw what he did. For a split second, time froze as thoughts raced through his mind. 'A bomb! I was inside long enough for a bomb to be planted! I became too relaxed! I should have check-' his thoughts were cut-off by the sound of the engine starting.

'Thank God. There's no bomb," he thought exhaling a deep breath. 'I need to get to a hospital, and I need to warn the guys.' Releasing the handbrake and shifting the gear to drive, Quatre winced as he felt something prick the back of his neck.

Rubbing his neck, the blond shook it off. With all the injuries he had taken, the blood-soaked pilot just wanted to get out of there.

The tires screeched as Quatre stepped on the gas. Passing the dogs and opening the gate with the remote, the bloody blond sped out of the mansion's ground. Once on the road, he decided to call Trowa as he was performing with the traveling circus on this colony for the week.

The crowd was roaring with applause at the clown with half a mask performing on the high wire. Flipping here and leaning fearlessly there, the clown was about to perform his grand finale.

Watching from behind the red curtain was Catherine Bloom, smiling at the way that performance always got the crowd's attention. Blinking, she heard the sound of a phone ringing.

"Isn't that Trowa's phone?" she wondered. Walking over to his costume bag, she saw it was Trowa's phone. 'Who would be calling Trowa? He hardly ever gets any calls,' she thought.

'Well, I doubt he'd mind me answering it. It may be important.' Flipping the phone open, Catherine answered the desperately ringing phone. "Hello? Trowa's phone. This is Catherine speaking."

Quatre heard the voice at the other end of the phone as he drove hastily towards the St. Mercy Hospital. "Catherine? This is Quatre, is Trowa there? It's an emergency."

"Quatre? Oh, hey! Trowa's about to finish up on stage. Would you like to leave a message?" said Catherine.

The road began to blur slightly, Quatre's body began to feel sluggish. "Uh… Catherine, please get Trowa… Hurry." A woozy feeling started taking over. 'What's happening…'

"Quatre?" Catherine called with a frown on her face. "Quatre?! Answer me!" Turning around, she almost ran into Trowa.

"Trowa!" she squeaked, giving him the phone. "It's Quatre! Something's wrong!"

"Wrong?" Trowa frowned, taking the phone. "Quatre, where are you?" asked the green eyed performer.

The blond faintly heard a familiar voice. "Trowa… Going to Mercy… Hospital… Attacked…" Slowly, Quatre's voice faded. He was losing a lot of blood.

"Quatre! Answer me, Quatre!" Trowa yelled into to the phone, hoping for a response. Instead, he heard a loud screech and a deafening crash. "Damn it," he mumbled as the phone went dead.

A short distance from the Winner's mansion, a figure cloaked in all black watched everything unfold. Stepping out of the shadows, he took one last look at the elegantly designed mansion.

In his right hand, he held a small detonator. "And peace reigns no more." Pressing the trigger, the Winner's mansion began to explode. With every room bursting into flames, explosions began destroying every part of the once glorious mansion. The thick smoke rising into the artificial night sky as it rose from a mass of nothing.

Author's Note: This is my first Gundam Wing/Sailor Moon Crossover fanfic. Poor Quatre. I hope he's okay. (Not even the author knows what will happen next). We will just have to see what happens in the next chapter. Please Review