Hey guys! I'm going to be gone this weekend so I'm posting this a little early. I wanted to clear things up for some of my reviewers. One, Quatre is NOT going to get together with our little bunny, okay? In the anime they were just too alike for me to see them in an intimate relationship, it would be like incest. I mean, the blond hair, blue eyes, innocent outlook on the world; they're practically identical! Also, I am not going to write yaoi relationships. I have no real problem with them, it's just not really my thing. I am going to write Quatre and Trowa as good friends, always together. You may read more into that if you wish, or you may not. That way no one is offended and if my parents check my computer I am not dead and grounded. ^^;; Now, on with the story!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will.
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"Soooo, Q-man, what makes this mansion so much better than the others? Huh, huh?" Duo was on a sugar over-load, having just eaten all the chocolate he could lay hands on. They were on their way to yet * another * of the Winner family estates. After the war had ended the former Gundam pilots had decided to take a * long * vacation. At the moment they were touring Quatre's homes. They had gone to several so far, but Quatre seemed especially excited about going to this one.
Answering Duo's question, Quatre replied enthusiastically, "My sisters are coming! I haven't seen the whole family since before the wars. I'm looking forward to seeing them, and their children!" He really did miss his sisters, even though they had tried to do some weeeiiiirrrdd stuff to him over the years. Duo, not satisfied by this answer, started grilling Quatre to find hidden reasons. Surely he wouldn't be that happy just to see a bunch of * girls *, would he?
In the background Wufei was getting annoyed, though that wasn't unusual. Damn Maxwell! Stupid questions, doesn't he ever shut up? He's as bad as any onna! Wait, didn't Winner say something . . . " hey, Quatre, didn't you say something about your sisters trying to dress you up as a girl? Will they try that on us?" he asked nervously. The whole plane went quiet. Fighting was one thing, but dresses? * shudder * Even Hiiro stopped typing, turning to look at the blond boy. The plane was eerily silent without the constant clacking of his computer keyboard.
"Eh, yes, they did try, but they quit a while ago," was the only reply from the intensely blushing Arabian. The craft shook with the sigh of relief from the former pilots as the threat was negated. Unless his sisters had thought up some new torture mechanism they were safe from harm.* Nothing * was worse than being made to look like a girl, * nothing *. Duo may have joked about it occasionally, with his hair, but he wasn't serious. As the others went back to their previous activities, Duo thought of something. Although Quatre had answered Wufei's question, a thought was been wriggling at the back of his mind and it had some questions.
"Say Quatre, I'd like to know something. Since you weren't able to stop your sisters from dressing you up, why did they stop?" Quatre seemed relieved that this wasn't another embarrassing question. He could wrap-up the questions easily with the answer to this one. This talk of dresses was bringing back painful memories. He replied tiredly, "My youngest sister moved in. They transferred all attention to her. The clothes fit her better and she didn't try to escape." Duo thought this over. There was something missing here, but he need to figure out just what . . . "So that would be the twenty-ninth sister?" Quatre chuckled a little. "No, the thirtieth. She's actually adopted. I found her during one of my trips to earth and brought her home. She apparently had been attcked and injured very badly.She can't talk anymore.."
The others were confused. Wufei voiced a question all the pilots were thinking, though in his own unique way. "Why can the weak onna not talk?" "Someone tried to cut her troat and almost suceeded." He thought for a moment, looking down at his hands, "The doctors said that she * might * be able to talk one day, but they aren't sure because of the extensive damage done to her vocal chords. She also lost her memory in the attack. The doctors said she probably blocked it out because it was so upsetting."
The boys listened, and though they had seen a lot in the war, were still a little shaken. They had fought so hard for the peace and here was yet * another * example of an innocent person they had not been able to save from the hostile reality of war.
Quatre, seeing their reactions were leaning towards pity, decided to warn them before they arrived. It really would be bad if Bunny took an immediate disliking to them because they had been misinformed. Leaning back in his seat, he spoke. "Don't feel sorry for her." Seeing the others shocked looks at his callousness made him chuckle. "No, really, Bunny will tear me limb from limb if she thinks that I got you to feel sorry for her. She's rather * touchy * about being thought of as an object of pity. In fact, if I remember correctly, the last person to say they felt sorry for her found sharp objects in their bed, along with toads, for several weeks. It was rather funny." Still lost in his memories, Quatre missed the looks the other pilots exchanged. One of Quatre's sisters, dangerous? Yeah, right. Quatre was probably exaggerating things for his little sister.
"So, how old is this sister Quatre?" Trowa finally asked. Anything that was a part of Quatre's life he wanted to know about. This sister sounded important to the blond pilot, so he wanted to know more. "Well, since she doesn't really remember we had to guess her age, so we're not sure. The recent guess is that she's 16 years old. Really, from her size she looks about ten, and a small ten at that. But she's developed enough physically that it's impossible she's that age. The doctors say she's grown as much as she probably will, so she's stuck at 4ft '9in . for the rest of her life." This startled the others. She was that small?
"She must be a * very * weak onna to be that small." Said Wufei. Quatre chuckled. "*You* be the one to tell her that, Wufei. I'm sure she'll appreciate it." Still chuckling, Quatre sat back in his seat, oblivious to the stares of the other young men. * Quatre * was pitting his sister against Wufei, if only in thought? What next, the moon fall from the sky? Everyone settled back and waited to reach their destination, ready to meet this girl whom Quatre thought so highly of.
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will.
____After The End Of The War________
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"Soooo, Q-man, what makes this mansion so much better than the others? Huh, huh?" Duo was on a sugar over-load, having just eaten all the chocolate he could lay hands on. They were on their way to yet * another * of the Winner family estates. After the war had ended the former Gundam pilots had decided to take a * long * vacation. At the moment they were touring Quatre's homes. They had gone to several so far, but Quatre seemed especially excited about going to this one.
Answering Duo's question, Quatre replied enthusiastically, "My sisters are coming! I haven't seen the whole family since before the wars. I'm looking forward to seeing them, and their children!" He really did miss his sisters, even though they had tried to do some weeeiiiirrrdd stuff to him over the years. Duo, not satisfied by this answer, started grilling Quatre to find hidden reasons. Surely he wouldn't be that happy just to see a bunch of * girls *, would he?
In the background Wufei was getting annoyed, though that wasn't unusual. Damn Maxwell! Stupid questions, doesn't he ever shut up? He's as bad as any onna! Wait, didn't Winner say something . . . " hey, Quatre, didn't you say something about your sisters trying to dress you up as a girl? Will they try that on us?" he asked nervously. The whole plane went quiet. Fighting was one thing, but dresses? * shudder * Even Hiiro stopped typing, turning to look at the blond boy. The plane was eerily silent without the constant clacking of his computer keyboard.
"Eh, yes, they did try, but they quit a while ago," was the only reply from the intensely blushing Arabian. The craft shook with the sigh of relief from the former pilots as the threat was negated. Unless his sisters had thought up some new torture mechanism they were safe from harm.* Nothing * was worse than being made to look like a girl, * nothing *. Duo may have joked about it occasionally, with his hair, but he wasn't serious. As the others went back to their previous activities, Duo thought of something. Although Quatre had answered Wufei's question, a thought was been wriggling at the back of his mind and it had some questions.
"Say Quatre, I'd like to know something. Since you weren't able to stop your sisters from dressing you up, why did they stop?" Quatre seemed relieved that this wasn't another embarrassing question. He could wrap-up the questions easily with the answer to this one. This talk of dresses was bringing back painful memories. He replied tiredly, "My youngest sister moved in. They transferred all attention to her. The clothes fit her better and she didn't try to escape." Duo thought this over. There was something missing here, but he need to figure out just what . . . "So that would be the twenty-ninth sister?" Quatre chuckled a little. "No, the thirtieth. She's actually adopted. I found her during one of my trips to earth and brought her home. She apparently had been attcked and injured very badly.She can't talk anymore.."
The others were confused. Wufei voiced a question all the pilots were thinking, though in his own unique way. "Why can the weak onna not talk?" "Someone tried to cut her troat and almost suceeded." He thought for a moment, looking down at his hands, "The doctors said that she * might * be able to talk one day, but they aren't sure because of the extensive damage done to her vocal chords. She also lost her memory in the attack. The doctors said she probably blocked it out because it was so upsetting."
The boys listened, and though they had seen a lot in the war, were still a little shaken. They had fought so hard for the peace and here was yet * another * example of an innocent person they had not been able to save from the hostile reality of war.
Quatre, seeing their reactions were leaning towards pity, decided to warn them before they arrived. It really would be bad if Bunny took an immediate disliking to them because they had been misinformed. Leaning back in his seat, he spoke. "Don't feel sorry for her." Seeing the others shocked looks at his callousness made him chuckle. "No, really, Bunny will tear me limb from limb if she thinks that I got you to feel sorry for her. She's rather * touchy * about being thought of as an object of pity. In fact, if I remember correctly, the last person to say they felt sorry for her found sharp objects in their bed, along with toads, for several weeks. It was rather funny." Still lost in his memories, Quatre missed the looks the other pilots exchanged. One of Quatre's sisters, dangerous? Yeah, right. Quatre was probably exaggerating things for his little sister.
"So, how old is this sister Quatre?" Trowa finally asked. Anything that was a part of Quatre's life he wanted to know about. This sister sounded important to the blond pilot, so he wanted to know more. "Well, since she doesn't really remember we had to guess her age, so we're not sure. The recent guess is that she's 16 years old. Really, from her size she looks about ten, and a small ten at that. But she's developed enough physically that it's impossible she's that age. The doctors say she's grown as much as she probably will, so she's stuck at 4ft '9in . for the rest of her life." This startled the others. She was that small?
"She must be a * very * weak onna to be that small." Said Wufei. Quatre chuckled. "*You* be the one to tell her that, Wufei. I'm sure she'll appreciate it." Still chuckling, Quatre sat back in his seat, oblivious to the stares of the other young men. * Quatre * was pitting his sister against Wufei, if only in thought? What next, the moon fall from the sky? Everyone settled back and waited to reach their destination, ready to meet this girl whom Quatre thought so highly of.