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Chapter One:
A.C. 200
It was the night of Relena's twentieth birthday and the party was in full swing. Heero took a sip of the slightly bitter champagne and winced, for the nth time that night wondering why he had come to the party. Relena's invitation should have been torn up and thrown back in her face, he mused sardonically, like the last time she had wanted him to come over. He watched as Duo flirted with some of the air headed girls, Relena's close friends, he assumed, and made them giggle like a pack of hyenas. Heero's friend joined in their high, feminine giggles with his low, masculine ones, his meter long brown braid swinging back and forth with every movement. Shaking his head, Heero flicked his gaze away and met his Prussian blue eyes with a pair of glittering blue eyes. The ocean blue eyes were framed with dark, thick, luxuriant lashes, making them seem bigger then they really were. Heero stared into them, surrendering to them.
Quatre was enjoying himself immensely, flirting with Relena's charming friends, drinking some of the tastefully expensive wine, eating the delicious hors d'oeuvres and talking with Trowa, his best friend whom he hadn't seen in ages! Nursing a flute of champagne, he looked around for Duo, Wufei, and Heero, whom he had seen at the beginning of the party, but was so caught up in the festivities, had not Heero since. Quatre could envision Heero, hiding in a corner somewhere, muttering curses under his breath. Duo was in plain sight, teasing four or five of Relena's inner crowd, but Heero was no where in sight. Quatre viewed a breathtaking woman staring intensely and intently at someone. The woman was pale, quite so in the dim lights of the ball room, with slightly wavy dark blond hair, and passionate blue eyes. She had a beautifully curved body. The curves accentuated her petite waist, with shapely legs that were shown off by a short flowing pale blue dress.
"Who is she looking at?" Quatre wondered, 'And who is she?' mentally following the line of her eyes, Quatre saw that she was lock-eyed with Heero. Not thinking, Quatre cheerfully walked over and tapped Heero on the shoulder, knocking him out of his trance.
"Hello Heero!" Quatre laughed cheerfully. Heero glared at him, then looked back to see the woman being tapped on the shoulder by a man who was wearing an expensively tailored tuxedo. 'Who is she?' He wondered to himself. He was brought out of his thoughts by a tapping on his shoulder.
"Hello Quatre," Heero said evenly, "What do you want?"
Quatre grinned at Heero's unhappy, negative attitude. "Do I have to want something? I just wanted to talk to you."
Heero glared. "About what?"
"How about that woman you were just ogling?"
Heero turned around swiftly, making his drink slosh in the glass, and glared at Quatre, using his eyes to the full force. "I. Was. Not. Ogling." He said, spitting every word like ice at his fellow ex-gundam pilot, hoping that the meaning of them would, at least, sink in.
Quatre remained happily unaware that Heero was steaming with repressed emotion. "Sure you were. So anyway, do you know her?" Quatre's voice was warm and bubbly, the normal way that it was.
"No I don't know her."
"So go talk to her."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Heero, that's not a reason."
"Yes it is, Quatre."
Quatre finally gave up. He then decided to go talk to the mystery girl himself. "Fine. If you need me, I'll be talking to her." He grinned at Heero and walked towards the blonde bombshell.
Author's Note: I'm sorry it's so short but I wanted to lead into chapter two and that was the best place to cut off and start chapter two! Please read and review!! Lu