How You Remind Me: Prologue

By Chash

Oh god… I thought I had left this behind.  Evidently not.  ^___^ I do love Tro and Quat.  This might come out slowly… I'm very busy. 

            Quatre Logan was watching television.  He liked television as a rule, particularly old television.  He liked it when there were happy people with simple lives, ones whose main problems were easy things, like tests and school and little insignificant problems.  He hated the news.  He also hated war movies.  More than anything, he hated the war that had just ended, even though he hadn't known anyone in it.  He hated it because he was sure there had been boys in it just like him, boys his age who had fought and died.  He hated war movies and particularly the new movies that were coming out now about the Gundam War.  And there were a lot of movies coming out about the Gundam War.  Out of curiosity that he could not explain, he had read an article about the obsession with Gundam War movies. 

"It's the mystery," a director interviewed in the article had explained.  "No one knows who the pilots of the Gundams were, so there's infinite scope for heroes to be created, especially nearing the second anniversary of the end of the war.  That's instant publicity.  If the real pilots emerged, it would probably actually reduce the number of films being made.  For example, one new film coming out sets the pilots as five incestuous lesbian sisters from the traditionally pacifist Winner family.  Of course, they don't admit that it's the Winner family; they call them the Winters or something.  Really, though, any family made up of twenty-nine pacifist sisters and one dead pacifist brother is obviously a mirror of the Winners."

The article had continued, but Quatre had not been able to bear reading it.  He hated hearing about the Winner family.  He always felt sorry for that single son whose name he could never quite remember though he was sure he had read it a thousand times.  He shook his head and went back to the TV.  He was watching When Harry Met Sally… and thanking some god above that he had no sisters of his own to tease him for watching chick flicks (though sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night and swear he did).  It was almost over.  He'd seen it many times before, but it was hazy in his mind.

"I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible," Billy Crystal explained, topping off an amazing speech.

Quatre considered the words.  He'd never had a girlfriend in his life, but somehow the words sounded familiar.  He'd never been in love, but he felt as if he had once felt that way.  As if he had once run down to the tent with the lions in it and flung open the flap and longed to confess love just like that but he hadn't had the words and he had never done that.  He didn't know where it had come from, but it was not him.  He was Quatre Logan and had never been anywhere near a lion and never been in love. 

He wondered, idly, as the movie ended, what that Winner boy's name was and if the circus would ever come to town.

tbc, I suppose.  Feedback, please, it will make me write this and bring me joy while I die in my classes.