Author's notes:
Wow! Thank you for the sudden
and positive feed back. I really
appreciate it. To Hiashi, I definitely
see some shonen-ai in my future works.
And to Sylver, I'm so glad you got the subtle perverted humor; there
will be more treats in that department soon.
I hadn't planned on working on this so soon, but since y'all want more,
here it is. By the way, the tarot card
reading in this section is accurate, granted I planned it out, but hey it's a
plot device; in other words, the cards do mean what I say they do (it's a
twisted hobby my friends and I have).
Disclaimer: I forgot
this last time, but I don't own Gundam Wing, or anything for that matter. I'm a minor, and I live in Virginia, so all
of my stuff really doesn't belong to me (its my parents'), but I digress….
Dorothy
sipped her tea delicately while she watched Quatre shuffle the tarot
cards. The cards were larger than a
normal playing deck and took some getting used to. Therefore, she smirked as the angelic blond sitting on the floor
opposite her knit his brows, as if willing the cards not to slip out of his
hands. She laughed out-right when he
said, "I can pilot a Gundam, play the violin and piano, and fence, but I can't
shuffle cards?!"
"Don't
worry about that, Master Quatre. Just
concentrate on what you want the cards to address," she said soothingly,
although not without an obvious tone of amusement. Her kindness only served to distract him further, and he looked
up to lock eyes with her. Even Dorothy,
in all her infinite calmness, had not anticipated this, and was equally as
taken into the gaze as Quatre. She
quickly regained her composure and smirked at him, asking, "can I have the
cards now, please?"
Quatre
nodded numbly and gave her the cards.
He finally returned to reality with the first crisp snap of a card being
placed on the coffee table between them.
"The Fool," Dorothy began, "represents you current situation. You're wondering, somewhat aimlessly. Lost and naïf, but happy and hopeful. How very you, Master Quatre."
Quatre
smiled weakly, considering his life and saw how very right she was. "Ha!
The Queen of Cups represents the nature of upcoming events and/or
obstacles. She is a fair woman, the
perfect spouse and a good mother. Why,
Master Quatre, it looks as though love is headed your way…especially since the
best that can be hoped for is the Sun, which represents marriage. Now, let's see if we can't figure something
out about this mystery woman by looking at your past. The distant past is represented by the Tower, the card of
destruction. Well, it's fairly obvious
that the war is affecting your life these days. The Hermit reversed is the recent past and that means fear or
unreasoned caution. Now, what could
that mean?" She asked, genuinely
perplexed, staring intently at the cards.
Quatre
looked at the top of her head and blushed.
'How does she know I'm afraid?
Is this all about her? What am I
talking about?! I'm so confused!'
Dorothy
looked up to see a strange glint in Quatre's eyes. "Does any of this make sense to you? Honestly, I'm a bit confused.
How disappointing. I'm usually
so good at this. Moving on, the sphere
of upcoming event falls under the seven of Cups. Natural forces." She
smirked cheekily and looked up at Quatre with just her eyes. Of course, the young Arab turned a furious
shade of red. "The Page of Rods, that's
you. It means you are a faithful man
and lover. Your influence on others is
the Queen of Rods. You make a woman
loving and honorable, most interesting.
Your inner hopes are represented by the two of Cups. You want love and passion. My, my, not as innocent as you seem, eh?"
By this
time, Quatre was incredibly uncomfortable and had not stopped blushing since
the seven of Cups. He impatiently
awaited the next and final card with baited breath. He found no relief as Dorothy's pristine white hands turned over
the card that was to represent the final outcome in this reading. With triumph in her voice, Dorothy
announced, "The Lovers: love,
attraction, overcoming obstacles.
You're going to win over some ice queen with your irresistible charms,
Master Quatre. May I offer my
congratulations. Well, let's go get
ready for eavesdropping. Dress nicely,
it is a high-brow place we're going to."
Quatre
stood and offered Dorothy his hand to help her off of the floor. She accepted his aid with a lovely
smile. Slowly Quatre recovered his
senses and was speaking intelligently by the time he and Dorothy reached the
door to the study. Soon, he was leading
her through the halls of the mansion laughing and joking. The two parted at the door to Dorothy's
guest room with promises to meet in a few minutes in the foyer.