Disclaimer: I own none of these characters not even Trio Maxwell. Except
myself n.n (Chelsea Winner) any way I need suggestions for this series and
if you want you can make a Gundam kid character and just ask me to place
them in the story. Kay? And it switches from people's points of view.
Enjoy! P.S. This is just the prologue. If you like it I'll continue for ya.
n-n
----No one's point of view-----
Quatre awoke, alone again. He looked out his window into the garden. The sound of songbirds filled his ears. Small droplets fell from a yellow rose bush. Quatre loved this rose bush. As if it was his soul. What was odd was that on a yellow rose bush there was an orange one. Perhaps it didn't get enough sunlight? He sighed and stared at it for a while slipping from under the covers of his warm bed. Quatre knew that the orange rose meant something. But what?
------Quatre's point of view------
After an hour of readying myself for the day most of which was a delicious breakfast. I opened the door to the outside. The sky seemed somewhat, yellowish. I liked mornings. I felt like walking into town. No clue why, I just did. I smiled for a moment. The morning was crisp and early. I took a deep breath then trotted down the steps into town. It was lively that morning but it wasn't the usual 'Hi Mr. Winner! How ya doin' Mr. Winner!' it was 'did you hear Mr. Winner? Did you see Mr. Winner?' I stopped and stared an apartment building had collapsed. It was the one Duo and his adopted daughter Trio lived in. I ran towards the building Duo and Trio were okay. The stood infront of the ruin and looked at it for a while. What caught my eye was a crying little girl on the other side of the street. I slowly approached her and knelt down before her. She had reddish hair and wore bluish purple denim over alls over a yellow T-shirt with a green frog on it. Her hair was clipped back with yellow hair clips. I frowned "Is there something wrong?" I asked slightly confused. The girl lifted her head and sniffed whipping a tear from her eye. "Where are your parents? Are you lost?" I questioned and conjured up a small smile. The girl whimpered pointing behind me. I turned shocked. Two corpses were being put into an ambulance. I was speechless for a moment then turned back to her "What's your name?" The girl's bottom lip quivered "Ch-Chelsea." She whimpered it silently. I nodded and held out my hand "I'm Quatre Raberba Winner."
----No one's point of view-----
Quatre awoke, alone again. He looked out his window into the garden. The sound of songbirds filled his ears. Small droplets fell from a yellow rose bush. Quatre loved this rose bush. As if it was his soul. What was odd was that on a yellow rose bush there was an orange one. Perhaps it didn't get enough sunlight? He sighed and stared at it for a while slipping from under the covers of his warm bed. Quatre knew that the orange rose meant something. But what?
------Quatre's point of view------
After an hour of readying myself for the day most of which was a delicious breakfast. I opened the door to the outside. The sky seemed somewhat, yellowish. I liked mornings. I felt like walking into town. No clue why, I just did. I smiled for a moment. The morning was crisp and early. I took a deep breath then trotted down the steps into town. It was lively that morning but it wasn't the usual 'Hi Mr. Winner! How ya doin' Mr. Winner!' it was 'did you hear Mr. Winner? Did you see Mr. Winner?' I stopped and stared an apartment building had collapsed. It was the one Duo and his adopted daughter Trio lived in. I ran towards the building Duo and Trio were okay. The stood infront of the ruin and looked at it for a while. What caught my eye was a crying little girl on the other side of the street. I slowly approached her and knelt down before her. She had reddish hair and wore bluish purple denim over alls over a yellow T-shirt with a green frog on it. Her hair was clipped back with yellow hair clips. I frowned "Is there something wrong?" I asked slightly confused. The girl lifted her head and sniffed whipping a tear from her eye. "Where are your parents? Are you lost?" I questioned and conjured up a small smile. The girl whimpered pointing behind me. I turned shocked. Two corpses were being put into an ambulance. I was speechless for a moment then turned back to her "What's your name?" The girl's bottom lip quivered "Ch-Chelsea." She whimpered it silently. I nodded and held out my hand "I'm Quatre Raberba Winner."
