Title: Duel, Prologue, Open Wound

Summary: Well I'm back again, more romance stories!! =) =) Well! You know me! This is just how I have to be. =) This time I have been captivated by the relationship between Quatre and Dorothy. =) This story takes place before Performance. I plan to do this with all my little G-boys.. =P

Don't forget, Endless Waltz took place a year after the series. Everyone is 17 years old in this one. In Performance everyone is 18, meaning that everyone is about 21 when Quatre and Dorothy get married. (I don't consider it a spoiler to this story because it has nothing to do with it and I didn't even focus on it, and I won't. =P I'll just do some things to help people understand Performance more. *Three more couples to go..*)

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After Colony 197, takes place before Performance

Never thought you'd miss the enemy
Keep your blood flowing
I'll stain it with my own hands

Quatre sipped his tea, looking out the Arabian Winner Mansion. Earth. He looked across from him eyeing the seat that Duo sat in almost three years ago. Lonely. But he guessed it was nice for a change, his little retreat.

I'm forcing myself to find you in hidden things
Although I know you aren't there doesn't mean a thing

No sun showed its rays today, either that or too much had. Sand swirled around the mansion in clouds of inanimate locusts, biting and gritting their teeth at life. The Desert Prince smiled at the suppressed beauty; defensive and strong but it could be blocked by a single wall.

Never thought I'd miss the enemy
I keep my blood flowing
You'll stain it with your own hands

Sip. The Desert Prince struggled, positioning himself. Once again, the beauty of the sandstorm had captivated his mind, pulling him into silent excitement. Blindly, as love usually is, the Boy's hand swiftly touched his soft spot.

I'll always be sure to keep a part of me with you
A secret wrapped around your collar
A lock worn around your heart
One you'll forget and find again

He gasped, breathing in deeply; memories blinding him once more. Mobile Dolls. Guns. Fencing. Dorothy. Kind. Trowa. Leave me. Gritting his teeth, he looked behind him into the past. "Stop it Quatre, take a hold of yourself." The Desert Prince sighed as he took control of himself once again. Kind and gentle.

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Dorothy had had enough. It had been almost three years already and she had not slept a single night. She still hadn't won against the nightmares. Exiting her plane she glanced at her surroundings, clenching her fists as they passed. "There is no escaping this time Mr. Quatre Raberba Winner."

Deadly but gracefully, she walked up towards the mansion. Step by step through the sandstorm. It hurt, but it didn't hurt enough. The Rose wasn't weak or strong, but bounded by an eternal trust bestowed into her mind. The eternal battle she had fought for three years would end today.

Baby, some say opposites attract
Others warn our lonely hearts
But in the end, my footsteps still lead to you

Still walking, the Velvet Rose opened the front door, welcoming herself and brushing off any excess sand. She ripped off her long leather coat; it was a Street Rat style look. Black was now her favorite color.

I keep asking for them to take me to you
But I guess I'll just have to get there myself

"Excuse me Miss but is there something you need?" A man rushed to her side from the neighboring hallway, ready to assist her.

I need Quatre. "I need." The Velvet Rose stopped her train of thought, breathing in; catching herself. You kind weakling. Recollected once again, she spoke, command echoing the walls of her voice. "I need to talk to Quatre Raberba Winner."

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A/N: DAMNIT! IF YOU READ PERFORMANCE PLEASE HELP ME HERE!!! (Did I get the time right!? Hahaha.) Anyways, sorry about that. Hope you like, next one will be coming up soon. =) =) Please REVIEW! =) =) =) =) Thanks for reading! Expect an email if you review by the way. n_n'