Beautiful Disaster

Note: Note: Most of this story was written in 2007, I merely updated grammar and some lines that didn't fit the smoothest. 'Course, I am not an editor or anything like that....

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's charactors, and so on. Same goes for Kelly Clarkson and her songs, etc. And any of the words that may be copyrighted or owned someway by anyone else. I make no profit off of this, unless you consider smiles and reviews profit.

Rating: T (because I don't want to underrate something)

Summary: Quatre escapes from his friends

Warning!!!: shonen ai, 4/6, Quatre/Zechs, mention of 2/3 and 1/5. Basically I write nothing past kisses and hugs. Also this story is OOC and has nothing to do with the actual story line. MILD Zechs spoiler.

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Chapter 2: "... More heaven than a heart could hold."

There was only one way to escape, and that was to sneak out, in the night or early morning while everyone was sleeping. But there was still two days to wait, and knowing that he would be leaving was going to be hard. Still, Quatre knew that he couldn't show any signs that he would be going anywhere, he would have to act as if nothing was going to happen.

Quatre walked into the kitchen for breakfast. It was only Thursday morning, and his anxiety was still building up to an unbelievable amount. The blond teen felt like a bottle of soda pop that was on an old wooden roller coaster. With a smile Quatre sat down at the table with his four friends. Trowa set a plate of waffles, already with syrup and butter coating the tops, in front of the light-haired teen. Quatre thanked him, and set to work filling a glass with apple juice.

"It's odd that we're eating waffles." Duo commented, tapping his fork on his plate.

"Why's that?" Quatre asked, trying to be part of the conversation, as usual.

"Well, I'm having a hard time eating them." Duo pouted.

"Duo, it's food! How are you having a hard time eating it!" Wufei exclaimed, trying not to spit anything from his previous bite. "Are you sick?"

"It makes me think I'm eating... Wufei!" Duo exclaimed back, keeping an entirely serious face.

Trowa turned his head to the braided brunette beside him. "They look nothing like him, and they are not made out of him or anything, so why is that?"

Duo lowered his head to where his chin touched his collarbone. "Well... You'll laugh if I tell you."

"Out with it man! I don't really like people comparing me to waffles!" Wufei nearly shouted, he was getting a bit agitated at Duo's reluctance to speak, they usually couldn't shut him up.

"Okay... Well, they have the same name." Duo finally said after a momentary pause.

"What!? What the heck are you talking about!?" Wufei snapped, clearly losing whatever calm he had.

"Wuffles!" Duo blurted out with a laugh.

"I'm... GRRRR!!" Wufei tried to say in return, but couldn't quite come out with it. "I'm NOT 'Wuffles'!!!"

Duo laughed at the failed argument, then took a big bite of his waffles. Heero smirked at Wufei, who was still caught up on the new nic-name.

"Troffles." Duo said, after swallowing. "That's just wrong."

"What are you talking about now Duo?" Trowa inquired.

"Troffles... I was thinking that Trowa would be Troffles, but, Wuffles came back to mind!" Duo pouted, and got in return another angry glare.

Quatre smiled at his friends normal banter. It would be so hard to leave them. But, it was about time that he took something from life that he could profit from, that he could enjoy. Quatre always wanted to travel with the one he would one day fall in love with. He was merely six years old when he thought this, and had no idea that his lifelong dream would actually come to be.

Breakfast had passed in it's normal way, and Quatre tried his best to help with dishes, but Trowa said that he had everything under control, and that it didn't need more than one person to load a dishwasher. So, as always, Quatre returned to his bedroom and sat at his desk. Maybe with Zechs, Quatre would be of use, would be able to help with dishes, cooking... Unless they constantly ate at restaurants. Not that it was that bad anyway, not to have to cook or clean dishes.

Thoughts of leaving made Quatre smile, and remove his photo album just to look at Zechs. His heart lifted, and he knew he could leave. Maybe leaving like this was better than staying without much. Quatre wanted change, and that wasn't going to happen here, so he wanted the first escape. Zechs had given him that escape, and Quatre was happy that it was him in the end.

Quatre pulled out his diary, and spent a few hours writing his feelings and hopes for the future he will have with Zechs... Milliardo.

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Quatre stepped into the kitchen to see if he could do anything to help with lunch, only to find Trowa and Duo already preparing something while chatting about where they were planning to go latter tonight. Not wanting to interrupt, Quatre left the kitchen and went to find something else to do. When nothing was found, the sad blond exited to the outside world for a long, mind clearing walk.

Dear friends, I know that when you read this, you will know that I am already gone. I must ask you to not worry, even though I know you will. I am leaving to travel the world with the one that I love deeply, I trust them deeply, and I know that you would never approve of them. I'm sorry that I had to leave like this, but I couldn't stand to face you before I said goodbye. And I know that you will all fair well in life, you do so well at taking care of yourselves. I am doing this for me, and I wish that I could contact you sooner than I might be able to, but under circumstances it might be a while before you hear from me. Take care.

Sincerely, Quatre Raberba Winner

PS: Please don't come looking for me, I will contact you as soon as I can. Goodbye, my friends.

Trowa folded the letter and set it back down onto Quatre's bedroom desk.

"He must have left earlier this morning, before anyone else woke up." Duo grumbled, folding his arms over his chest with a heavy sigh.

"No duh, captain obvious." Wufei snapped. Then turned to Trowa, "So what should we do? Do we go and look, or stay out of it until he contacts us? And who the heck is he going with?! He couldn't at least tell us that!"

Heero wrapped his arms around Wufei's shoulder from behind. "Calm down. We have to find him, it could be a trap." He said as he rested his chin on Wufei's right shoulder.

"That's right, despite what Quatre thinks... This person could be dangerous, we have to find him." Trowa agreed, his ever serious expression showing worry in it's depths.

"But, what if he already left Japan? Then what do we do, I mean, how far away could he be by now?" Duo asked, shaking his head with confusion, and uncertainty. "I know we have to try something! But where do we start?"

"In Japan, the airports, private and public." Trowa answered. "If he already left, Duo, he could be already be halfway around the world... We should check records, even for boats."

"It would only be logical to leave through the boating docks or airports around here." Heero said, "But there is still a possibility that they decided to take a tour around Japan first."

"Let's get started." Wufei said, trying his best to sound hopeful.

Quatre wrapped his arms around Zechs' forearm, and pulled it close to his heart. The two walked through an airport, waiting for their plane to arrive. The airplane that spelled Quatre's freedom in the world, it was so close he could smell it.

"Quatre, my love?" Zechs stopped, and turned to look directly at the smaller ash-blond. "Once you are eighteen, you will be mine forever."

Quatre's heart nearly stopped beating because of how many beats it skipped. "M-Milliardo..." Quatre's voice came out small and quiet, he wondered if Zechs had heard him at all.

"But... If you don't really want to do this, then you can turn back right now, and I will come for you in two years." Zechs watched Quatre intensely.

After fighting the urge to look back at the exit, Quatre decided on his answer. "I want to be with you Milliardo, I want to go with you where ever you go. I have to admit that I will miss my friends, but they don't need me here, they do just fine on their own." Quatre smiled, "All I ever wanted was to be with you, be needed by you... I want to stay by your side." The small blond smiled on, but also fought to keep tears from falling down his face. "I... I already promised my friends that I would contact them as soon as I could, and I told them that it might be a long while before then..."

"It could very well be a year or two." Zechs said with the same intensity as before.

"If you're not trying to convince me to stay, then you don't have to say anything about it. I want to go with you... All I want is you!" Quatre pushed himself into Zechs' arms and kissed him to emphasize his words. Once Quatre took a small step back, Zechs looked into his eyes.

"So it's settled then." He gave a small smile, that Quatre took full of love. The smaller blond blushed and tried to regain his breath after having it caught up with all of the intensity.

"Thank you...Milliardo." Quatre said before placing a small kiss on the other's lips.

"We had better get to our place then, we don't want to miss our plane." Zechs turned and began walking again, with Quatre at his side holding on to his hand as if it were the only thing keeping him alive.

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A/N: This took so long to write... I guess I had writer's block and couldn't think of anything to put down... Thanks to hearing Kelly Clarkson's song "Beautiful Disaster" I was able to think of someway to end this chapter. I'm so glad I was listening to music ^.^ aren't you happy for me too? You know you can't read this if I have writer's block and can't think of anything... Now I'm rambling! ARG! I need to stop that, I just have to... 6.6 how's about you leave some words for me to work with, ne? ^.~ You can help get the next chapter on a roll! Yeah! BINGO! BOOYA! KABAM! KABOOM! KERSPAT! KERWHAM! KERWHAP! KER-hhhss!(note: that is a pathetic hissing sound)... I'm out.

Care to leave a piece of your mind? Comment: Utter fluff!! I like it! Keep up with the cutesy wootsy stuff and you'll be fine in this story, at least for the characters' relationships. It doesn't mean to withhold the action! Airship fights, Gundam battles, BLOOD!!! GORE!!! WAHHHH!!! Ok, no more kureji Feesha. JA!!

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Note: Everything before these last little dashes was written in '07, including the "A/N" above. Again, the commenter up there is my sis. Thanks for reading, please review, I hope to get two on this one, but even if there is only one person who likes this story I will post the next (previously written) chapter! Not that you don't like it if you so choose not to post.... But I do like hearing from you ^.^