WRD1

Water Running Deep
one

It was a sunny, warm day that started with a big, bright sunrise and the rushing of waves to the shore. Quatre was on leave, taking a lengthy, month long vacation to his favored Middle Eastern mansion on earth. He'd changed a lot in the years that came to pass after the wars, when he'd given up his role as the strategic leader of the Gundams, and picked up the cloth that he had been cut from. To be the president of Winner Corporations, putting the shattered remains of his father's life's work back together in outer space. The rebuilding process of the destroyed La Grange point four that had been mutilated by Quatre himself, under great influence of the ominous Zero System, was well under way now.
And so he was back on earth, spending lazy days in his sprawling mansion, remembering the past in ways he never thought he would. Strangely fulfilled that he'd learned to use the Zero System, overcoming so many shortcomings and failures that could make someone go clinically insane. And did, for a short time. His sisters, still out in about in their respective locations along the La Grange colonies and satellites, were all supportive in their own ways.
Still lounging with his favored Stradivarius violin on occasion, Quatre was amazingly resilient. Taller, handsome, stunningly (bishounen) gorgeous. Rashid and the other Maguanacs were, on the other hand, still burly and outlandishly vulgar, doing their work in outer space. And over the past years, Quatre had found himself becoming lonely. Not friendless, mind you, but emotionally worn out. Like there was something he needed, something he had to look for, just out of reach.
But on this day, this cheery April fourth, with the breeze dancing over the shoreline, flamingoes perched all along the bay. He sat, on this particular morning, out on the balcony. Drinking tea and indulging his vacation time alone. The shore, hissing, blew a nice, cool wind onto his face, dashing his hair across his eyes. The sting of salt in the air, crisp and full, was invigorating. Down by the waves there was an unnatural splashing of water.