Hello 3xD lovers! And possible lawyers out there looking to try and sue some forgetful kid that forgets a disclaimer, WELL GUESS WHAT? YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET ME! *laughs insanely *
Disclaimers: Okay well I don't own Gundam Wing, (sticks tongue out at the evil lawyer)
Now that I'm done being childish (not really) I can continue. To all you 3xD lovers are you in for a treat, this is * drum roll * A 3xD fic (well duh) but anyway um *faints *
Prologue
Like always ~indicates thought~
past
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A.C. 202
~Finally,~ Dorothy thought stepping out of her mansion for the last time, ~It's all done.~ She picked up her two bags and handed them to the cab driver waiting for her. With one last glance at the life she was leaving behind Dorothy entered the cab and allowed the driver to whisk her away..
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The ride was long, still she needed the time to think, she silently thanked and re-thanked her only two friends in the world. Relena Dorlain Peacecraft. Quatre Rebba Winner. The two that had gone to such lengths to help her start over. After years of politics. Years of being the 'New and Improved' Romefeller Repetitive, she gave up. Romefeller nothing what it was, its remains consisted of herself and a few withered old men just days from their death beds. All the new politicians were becoming part of the Universal Congress, and that, was something Dorothy had no wish to get involved in. No she was going to escape.
That was what she was doing now, a year and a half after her resolution to leave her position. It took her that long for a few things had to be dealt with first. As in people. Two people to be exact, her only friends. Relena was easy to apologize to. She first listened to Dorothy's explanation about her apology before accepting it. Besides, after all those damned wars ended, they became friends. Quatre was different, he'd forgive anybody for anything. She couldn't face that.
But she did, sucking up all her courage, (as her beloved father would say) she marched into his office. Looked him in the eye and said 'I'm sorry.' Plain as that. But Quatre was silent. And they sat like that for awhile, staring into the eyes of the other until she finished her sentence, 'about everything.'
He blinked then stared at her again, before saying with as much voice as he could, 'apology accepted.' She turned to leave very much satisfied with his answer but he called out to her, 'why'd you come to ask for something you already had?'
Dorothy smiled to herself as she continued to make her way out of his massive office, 'Because, you can give a starving man a fish, but that doesn't mean he'll eat it.' As he hand graced the doorknob she turned one last time, 'Now, I'm still starving, but I'm a little less picky.'
Quatre was inwardly rejoicing. He'd forgiven her before that day, at least times, but she never asked for it, ad never treasured it. Now he could finally call her his friend, his family.
One week after her reconciliation with Quatre she asked a favor of both of her friends. It was because of their strenuous efforts that she was riding in the cab on her way to personal freedom. Relena, had called upon a personal friend of hers, who just happened to be judge. That was Dorothy was able to have her name changed, so forth and so on in private and none of the media was informed. Thanks to Quatre having some kind of charity auction were thousands upon thousands of beautiful items from the Winner's family collection, and a few favors to the media, Dorothy's retirement from Romefeller was practically unnoticed. And lastly Relena managed to sneak all but a small sum of money out of Dorothy's bank account and to many charities, most anti-war and children's organizations.
Now all that was left from her past were a few personal mementos, stored graciously in one of the rooms in Relena's mansion and a few hundred credits in a new bank account (under her new alias). The two bags of clothing, and necessities were what she carried with her. She was on her way to a new life. And it was very ironic about how childlike it was. She was running away to join the circus.