Social Status
Prologue
Noin waved her hands for Milliardo to notice her. When he finally snapped out of his trance, she took a deep breath. "Are you sure this is the right thing to do for Relena?" She asked.
Milliardo smiled. "Of course! An arranged marriage is just what my sister needs,"
"I don't know Milliardo. I don't think that girl needs any complications in her life," Noin answered.
"Don't you remember how we fell in love right after we met? And our marriage was arranged!" Milliardo said as he wrapped his arms around Noin.
Noin turned to face him. "Not all romances will turn out like ours did, Milliardo."
Milliardo took this chance to kiss her. When he lifted his lips, "You worry too much…" He said.
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A beautiful violin sound wafted through the Winner's mansion.
"Our dear Quatre is all grown up," Mrs. Winner said as she walked over to her husband and massaged his shoulders even though she didn't need to.
"Yes, and he's at the suitable age to marry," Mr. Winner replied.
"Twenty 'is' a suitable age," She answered.
"Well, he should be thinking about finding a wife. You and I won't live forever and someone needs to take over the family business when you and I are gone," He said.
"Then we must find one of social status," Mrs. Winner commented.
"But we is at our level? Not to be bragging but we are the richest family in the world." Mr. Winner said.
"No, dear, you're wrong. We are one of the richest. The other richest family is…" She corrected him.
"The Peacecrafts." Mr. Winner finished.
"Yes, the Peacecrafts. We do our business with them, we're both the most influential families on Earth and the colonies, and we both preach total pacifism." Mrs. Winner said.
Mr. Winner's eyes lightened up. "And the Milliardo Peacecraft, the owner of the whole company, has a little sister! She's twenty also! A perfect match for our Quatre!"
Mrs. Winner nodded her head.
The phone rang.
Mr. Winner and Mrs. Winner shared a glance.
"Wonder who that could be…" Mrs. Winner said as Mr. Winner picked up the phone.
"Hello, this is Milliardo Peacecraft, my wife and I have a proposal…" Came the voice form the other line.
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Quatre pulled the last note on his violin, letting the sound gracefully fly through his music room. In there were thousands of musical instruments, each that he was advanced at. He shot up his head when he heard some laughing coming from his parents' office. His curiosity got the best of him as he put down his violin and walked over to the office. The door was wide open. Quatre stood there as he started to grin at the sight before him. His dad was twirling a very ecstatic mother around in his arms as they both laughed. He cleared his throat, which caught the attention of the two people. "Why mother, father, what brought you this joy?"
Mr. Winner put on a secretive smile. "You'll see my son, you'll see." He simply answered.
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Relena perspired as she stumbled over a few violin measures in her song.
"Relena dear, you must feel the music," Her French violin teacher said.
Relena nodded her head in disappointment. "I'm very sorry Madame Florell, it's just that I don't do well playing in front of people, no offense to you or anything."
Madame Florell's eyebrow's knotted in concern. "You must have what we would call stage fright,"
"I am sorry to disappoint you Madame, I will try harder next time." Relena answered.
Madame Florell gave her a warm smile. "I know you will my child, there's absolutely no reason for you to be sorry! Now chin up and smile!"
Relena smiled.
"Good!" Madame F. checked her watch. "Well Miss Relena, seems like I stayed longer then intended. Practice this piece and no matter what, you will overcome your fear! As for me, I must be leaving. A bientot!" She said as she walked out the door.
"A bientot, Madame Florell!" Relena said as she waved good-bye. 'French teachers in Japan are hard to come by, I'm glad I got her.'
"Relena," A voice from behind said.
"Yes?" She asked as she turned around. There, Milliardo and Noin were. Standing while the maids helped them put their coats on.
"We're going to go meet a business associate so we won't be back for dinner. Is that alright with you?" Milliardo asked.
"Yes of course!" Relena replied.
Noin gave her a kiss on each cheek. "Don't get into too much trouble!" She joked.
Relena grinned. "I won't! Can I ask Hilde to come over?"
"Sure!" Milliardo said.
"Bye honey!" Noin called out before getting into the limo.
"Bye sis!" Milliardo yelled before he got into the limo. (BLACK MIND YOU!)
"Bye and have a great time!" Relena called out waving good-bye. She watched until the limo was out of sight. She closed the door and walked to the music room. She closed all the doors and looked around making sure no one was watching. Then she walked over to her case, picked up the instrument, and started playing the same song except this time, she didn't mess up.
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It was a French restaurant. Known for it's excellent service, status, and food. It was called Chez Lisa, named after the ever so famous Mona Lisa.
"And Monsieur, do you have a reservation?" The seater asked.
"Um, of course we do, we're probably under Winners and Peacecrafts." Mrs. Winner replied.
The seater quickly looked down at the book. "Ahh! Of course! Right this way Madame Winner et Monsieur Winner.
"Thank you," Mr. Winner said as they sat down.
The seater bowed and went back to his post. (AN: Hey, I don't know what it's called so for now, it's a post!)
"Well, they should be arriving here soon," Mr. Winner commented as he looked at the menu.
"Oh, I'm so excited!" Mrs. Winner said with a big grin.
Mr. Winner clasped her hand with his and smiled.
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"Noin, I want to ask you something," Milliardo asked.
"Yes?" Noin answered.
"If you don't want to go through with this, I won't take you through it, Relena is as much of a sister to me as she is to you,"
Noin sighed and faced Milliardo taking his face into her hands. "I believe that whatever you do is right and I want to follow you through this all,"
Milliardo smiled and kissed Noin.
"We're here Master Milliardo and Mistress Noin." The driver said as he held the door open.
"Thank you Peygen," Milliardo said as he got out and helped Noin out.
"You're welcome," Peygen answered as he shut the door behind them.
Noin and Milliardo walked up to the seating post.
"Your reservations?" The seating man asked.
"Winners and Peacecrafts," Milliardo answered.
"Right this way," The seater led them to the table where Mr. Winner and Mrs. Winner was sitting.
"Oh Noin! Milliardo! How nice to see you again!" Mrs. Winner said as she hugged both of them.
"So, you guys avoided the press huh?" Mr. Winner said grinning.
"Yes, they are following us around less and less these days thank goodness," Noin said. They all sat down.
"What would you like?" The waiter asked coming up to the table.
Noin and Milliardo quickly looked over their menus while the Winners were ordering.
"And you?" The waiter asked turning to them.
"Um..." Noin said before giving her order.
Milliardo ordered his right after she gave hers. He then faced the Winners. "Now down to business..." He began.
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A violin and piano player played flawlessly on their piece.
"I don't get it Relena. How can you play a piece in front of me when Madame Florell says you have stage fright?" The girl at the piano asked as her hands glided across the piano skillfully.
"I don't know...I think it's because I feel more comfortable around you," Relena answered.
The girl chuckled "I'll take that as a compliment!"
"You should!" Relena joked.
"And you're so modest!" The girl said back. Her name was Hilde Schbeiker. She was Relena's best friend since they were little. Her family wasn't as rich as Relena's or as well-known, but they were rich and they were well-known. Relena could outbeat Hilde in any sorts of arts and maybe some sports, but Hilde could outbeat her in computers and more sports. Hilde had dropped by after Relena called since her brother was gonna be out.
~*Knock! Knock!*~ Someone at the door pounded.
"Come in," Relena said putting down her instrument.
"Miss Relena and Miss Hilde, dinner is ready," A maid said.
"Thank you, we'll be right there," Relena answered.
The maid bowed and closed the doors.
Hilde closed the top over the keys. "I was getting hungry!"
Relena laughed. "Let's go! I'm starving also!"
Hilde suddenly put on a stiff face and pinched her lips. Her posture was stiff and straight. "Shall we?" She said with her elbow out and her lips still pinched.
Relena giggled. Then she went into the same posture as Hilde. "We shall." They doubled over laughing as they walked out the door elbow to elbow.
Okay! ^_^ I thought that would be a good ending! ^_^ For those of you who are thinking Relena and Hilde are Yuri or shoujo ai, they aren't! ^_^ Just really good friends! Remember! This is an alternate universe! Anything goes if the author says so! ^_~ I love fanfic powers! *grins* C&C (Comments & Complaints) are accepted! ^_^ Chapter One will be coming soon once I get off my butt and start working on it! Ja ne minna! (Translation: Good bye everyone!)
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