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Hostage Taking
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Prologue
Trowa Barton rolled his shoulders subtly, trying to work out the kinks without looking like he was fidgeting. He lifted his wine glass and the waiter came over quickly to refill it. Emerald green eyes met amethyst for a moment before the waiter nodded and moved away.
He then glanced around his surroundings, observing all the women in their elegant gowns and the men in their stylish tuxedos, and yawned. This was definitely not his thing.
The waiter from earlier was now in the opposite side of the large room, pouring wine into the glass of a dark-haired young man. He watched them exchange meaningful looks before the taller of the two glanced his way and nodded. He returned the gesture and rose from his seat. From the corner of his eye, he saw another dark-haired man do the same but his attention was focused on the young blonde making his way out into the gardens.
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Oblivious to the eyes charting his every move, Quatre Winner smiled pleasantly at his Father's guests, his handsome face beaming, as he walked toward the open door and out into his mansion's lush gardens. He quietly slipped to the side and away from the noise of the party, thankful that he had finally gotten away.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he plopped himself on a stone bench and looked up at the sky. The infinite sea of darkness sparkled with a million stars and if he looked hard enough, which he did, his aquamarine eyes narrowing, he could make out which were planets, stars or colonies.
"Beautiful." He whispered, smiling.
Suddenly, he heard the snap of a twig come from behind him and he whirled around to find that he was not alone. Before he could see who the newcomer was, a strong hand holding a rough bit of cloth clamped over his mouth and he smelled something foul before falling unconscious in the arms of his attacker.
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"Is he out yet?" Duo asked impatiently, still holding the blonde's limp form.
Trowa stepped up and checked the boy before answering. "He is. Set him down. Wufie should be here shortly."
The American nodded and carefully laid the boy the stone bench. "Well, that was easy." He grinned at his comrade who just stared back indifferently. Duo was just about to say something else when a barely audible voice whispered from the small gadget lodged in his ear.
"They're ready." He said. "Come on."
The taller boy nodded, quickly gathering the unconscious blonde in his arms and following after his braided friend. After a few minutes walk, they spotted a truck parked in the shadows and the two boys silently climbed aboard.
"Mission accomplished!" Duo cheered, plunking himself on the passenger's seat and giving his Japanese lover a quick peck on the lips.
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Author's notes: Man, this was short! Hang around for the next chapters…if I ever get around to making any, that is.