Quatre

Quatre's Whisper
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By: Shadow@ngel
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A Vampire Princess Miyu/ Gundam Wing Crossover
Note: You don't have to know a lot about Vampire Princess Miyu to get into the story. Everything will be explained along the way. Plz read and review.
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It was a cold night. Cold, but beautiful.

The wind told me a tale I thought I heard in some past life. Not really. Just a figure of speech. I'm into poetry. Just about everything you think a rich boy is into, I am. I'm a rich boy, I'll admit, but just about now, its not all its cracked up to be. Don't think I'm spoiled. I'm not spoiled at all. In fact, people say I act so naïve and kind that it almost seems like I'm poor. It's very ironic.

Well, you probably don't really care, but my name's Quatre. Quatre Raberba Winner, in case you want the specifics. I'm about fifteen and I've been told many, many times I have beautiful eyes. I've even heard someone say they could get lost in them.

And I believed them. It just may be true.

Before, I had always thought that my eyes were just innocent. Yes, innocent. Duo had said it many times. And Hilde had as well. Except once she looked at me differently. Just once. She looked at me with fear. I had been having mood swings that month, and I hadn't known why. Just about then, my mood swings had come around again, except I wasn't feeling anything. I had just been stoic. Like Trowa and Heero had been. The stoic that just felt so cold that it wrapped around you and held you in place. It was the kind that was a feeling of calm, anger, sadness and just about every feeling you could experience. I guess I must have been going through a phase then, but I haven't forgotten it. 'A forgotten past is doomed to be repeated.' So I remembered. I never forgot it. And it hasn't repeated since, thank goodness.

Well, if I'll move on- I've got blonde hair and I'm still pretty short. My father's dead, sad to say. Both my parents are. My father died for the colonies, my sister died for me, and my mother died giving birth. It's not a good past. My uncle took me in and that's why I'm here today.

And I can play the violin like you've never heard anyone play. Sometimes, I can close my eyes and I can feel the chords flowing through my fingers flooding into the instrument. Soon, it becomes a steady flow, and I can't stop. Sometimes I'll play so long, so hard, so fast that my fingers would begin to get blisters from just holding the bow, and sometimes even begin to bleed.

Its in my blood now, you could say.

When people look at me, the first thing they see is my eyes. When they see my face, the ONLY thing they see is my eyes. I looked in the mirror and I finally got what they were saying. My eyes shined. Like a candle in the darkness of night.

Like that night I was walking alone, with a cloak tightly strung around my shoulders for warmth. I pulled them around me tighter.

The wind began to blow just a little bit harder. I was passing through a temple, and again, I felt eyes watching me. I paid the feeling no heed, because I had been having that feeling all my life. Since I was an infant, or at least I think so, I had been having those feelings of paranoia. Though it had been significantly strong that moment, I still ignored it. I figured it was just my imagination playing with me. Running away with me.

I listened to the sounds of my footsteps against the cement. The pavement was a small path that led to a temple. I stopped and looked over the white building. It was small, but I had guessed it would do. I needed shelter for the night. I couldn't be wandering around. Who knew what was lurking in the shadows.

You see, I had just returned from a trip, and it was too late for me to catch a cab. Besides. I didn't have that much money left. I'd have to take up a job again. It was getting harder and harder to fight the war. Especially when your financial funds were caput.

I paused as something wrapped around my neck. They were arms. Small arms. Like a child's arms.

"W-wh…" My voice suddenly just gave out. I could feel my heart begin to beat at a rapid pace, and my breathing stopped. I felt faint. I was also just about ready to keel over.

"Pretty eyes…" A voice whispered. (My eyes?) I thought.The arms wrapped tighter around me, and I felt a cheek rub up against mine. "Such pretty eyes." I felt a hand rise up and cover my mouth.

I hadn't known what had held me, but whatever it was I couldn't move. It was probably my own fear. I was terrified, so much that I couldn't move. My eyes wandered from the temple in front of me, to the arms that held me captive. I followed the arms up to shoulders, and the shoulders up to a face where golden eyes stared right back at me.

It was a little girl…

"I like your lips too. So pretty," she whispered. She slid around me so that she was now in front of me. My cloak slipped from my fingers and fell to the ground.

Then, I found her lips on mine. I was taken back when I suddenly felt her tongue slide into my mouth…

My eyes went wide and I felt my hand begin to shake. (…Oh god…. oh god… oh.godohgod..) I kept repeating in my mind. I kept telling myself that it was only a child.

But there was something wrong with her. So wrong...

She pulled back only to find her cheek against my neck this time. I could feel her delicate movements as her lips touched my ears.

"Where did you get your eyes?" she said. "They are human but not…"

"Who are you?" I asked. "What are you talking ab-." I felt myself slump to the ground and onto my cloak. I briefly saw her face again before a soft lullaby of whispers sung me to sleep.