Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
Everyone has to Exist!
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
That was what greeted Quatre's computer screen after a couple hours of fruitless searching.
Currently, the blond was in a rare moment in which he had some free time. He had chosen to spend this time looking up information on Janus Xavien, a person he believed to be an old friend of his father's.
Despite checking all the mainframes and data centers on the Internet, not one single piece of data could be shown despite his efforts.
It was as if the man didn't exist…
Which was impossible. It was absurd! He had the man's high school photo in his father's high school yearbook! He existed, he had to. If he was dead, then why hadn't there been any information on that?
There was something strange going on.
Of course, that wasn't the only thing going on. Relena Peacecraft and Dorothy Catalonia had been kidnapped by an unknown terrorist group. Duo Maxwell had also gone missing. Quatre wondered if the disappearances had anything in common.
But why kidnap Duo? He was a Gundam pilot, but he was a strong-willed man that refused to take orders from anybody. From what little Quatre knew of his past, which wasn't much, Duo had no real value to anybody other than being a Gundam pilot. And if being a pilot was enough to get kidnapped…
Those little rats will regret the very day they were born!
Quatre clutched at his chest, his hands just above where his heart was. Ever since he had been young, he could always feel emotions strongly. Never were they powerful enough to affect him unless Heero was involved with them. However, lately, he had been getting these sudden pangs, pangs that always came with a voice, one that he had forgotten so long ago… Was his heart trying to tell him something?
He shook his head and took steady breaths until he was calm and feeling better. It was probably nothing he should be concerned about.
Security had been heightened around the Winner heir. But what would that do against an enemy wanting his skills, if not his life?
He needed to break that train of thought and concentrate back at the matter at hand. Janus Xavien… Who was he really? What was his relationship with his father? Why was there no data whatsoever on him?
Sighing, Quatre closed down his computer and began the process of closing up his office. There would be more time to ponder this problem but for right now, he needed to get some rest.
If you ever get tired of your old man's bullshit, call me.
There it was again. Maybe he should go see a doctor or something. This was really starting to worry him.
The family business still needed him and he wasn't about to let it all go down. Whatever fate had in store for him, well, all he could do was wait for it to throw it at him.
He hoped that he would be able to take whatever troubles may come his way.
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Marke Wainridge was a man who had seen many changes in his life. He had seen war, peace, tyranny, revolution, rebellion, and so much more. He of all people knew how influential politics could be, how something as small as a wrong word to the wrong person could result in the death of thousands, if not millions of lives.
So, the moment he had heard of Relena's abduction, he had to find some place to sit down and quickly. He buried his face into his hands, a face that was wrinkled and no longer smooth as it was only just a few years ago. He was nearly bald because of all the stress he had face back then. He had been a member of the Romafellor Foundation and had been against Oz since the moment it took over the Earth Sphere. Throughout all that time, he had worked to try and bring about some form of peace and to stop all the fighting that had plagued this era so horribly.
When he had first set his eyes on Relena Darlain, no Peacecraft, during that party held in Moscow, he had felt the embers of hope stirred in his heart. He felt it in his bones that this girl was destined for more and that in and of itself had been a large reason while he had stood in Lady Une's way after the Peacecraft girl had failed to assassinate the Oz officer.
When he had seen Relena as the puppet Queen of the World that Duke Dermail had attempted to use her for, he did his best to undermine Dermail's power and prestige in the Foundation while elevating Relena's true position. It had worked for a time until White Fang emerged under the command of Milliardo Peacecraft and the late Trieze Khushrenada ousted Relena from her postion, reclaiming his command over the Earth.
But that was all in the past. Marke Wainridge could see that if the ideals of his old friend Peacecraft were to survive, he would have to reenter the political realm once more and try to prevent all of Relena's hard work from becoming naught. He and his generation had done so much damage already.
He would not allow all those lives that had been sacrificed for this all too fragile peace be wasted.
He would be damned if he didn't do his part to save humanity one last time.
