1 Star's Gaze
Chapter One: Even a Small Butterfly Can Cross an Ocean
Kattie
Disclaimer: I will never own Gundam Wing. I have come to accept this as a fact. Sure I have. Suuuuuuuuuure. You believe me, right? ^.~
Note: This is a sequel to Bravest Eyes. If you wait a few chapters I'll put a note telling whether it can be read alone or not. I'll try really hard to let it be a read alone too!
Note: This fanfiction takes place before Winner-otou has died ^^. Hiiro is Heero- but since he's Japanese in ethnicity I thought I'd let him keep his original untranslated name. ^^ I got a lot of e-mails and reviews about this in the first fanfic so PLEASE don't ask me about it again. ^.^* I'll try to be nice but it just really rubs me the wrong way.
Contest: Okay, this one has a contest as well as the last one. Same contest. Give the anime that the title is from and the song's title. ^.^ If you get it for every chapter first you get a prize! Yay! looks innocently at Melara I promise I'll get your prize to you soon! Just had to write this first ^^* I know! I'll make it up to you!
Dedication: To the ever-so-patient Melara-chan! huggles Good job for winning the contest! Yay!
At the Winner Estate
Mr. Winner's eyes didn't leave Quatre's face. He had been watching his son all day, just waiting for something to happen. It didn't seem possible that this could actually be reality. His son was healthy and with him, for now. Mr. Winner didn't dare take his eyes away from Quatre. In the past, whenever there was happiness, it was taken away as quickly as possible.
Quatre was sleeping on the armchair, in front of the chessboard. They had played many games, but with his experience as a strategist for war, Quatre won every time. But Mr. Winner didn't mind. In fact, he was happy that Quatre had gained such skill that he could defeat his own father. It gave him more pride as Quatre's father.
Every time Quatre won, he had blushed with embarrassment and apologized, as if there was something wrong with him beating Mr. Winner.
"…I'm sorry, sir… checkmate." Quatre had said, looking at the ground.
That was another thing. After all this time, Quatre had begun calling his father "sir". Maybe it was because of their time apart, maybe it was because he respected his father, but either way, Mr. Winner despised it.
"You don't have to apologize for being better than me, Quatre," Mr. Winner frowned, "And you shouldn't call me "sir". I'm your father, not a business associate."
"Sorry, sir… father…" Quatre blushed a brighter red and smiled up at his father with his kind and loving eyes. "Do you want to play again?"
They must have played 20 games, taking their competition deep into the depths of the night. Finally, during their last game, when Mr. Winner had taken particularly long deciding on a move, Quatre had fallen asleep.
In his sleep, Quatre looked like a child again. The child that Mr. Winner had deprived of his time, who had loved him for it anyway. 'Never again,' Mr. Winner thought, putting a blanket over his son, 'I'll never put work before Quatre again.'
As easy as it seemed to repair mistakes made in the past, Mr. Winner knew that it would be impossible to gain back what he had lost from his own foolishness. Quatre was a Gundam pilot now; he had a responsibility to go back to that life. That dangerous position as a soldier. Where he could be hurt, just as badly as before.
Just the thought of Quatre being in pain again sent a chill down Mr. Winner's spine. He couldn't deal with Quatre being hurt again. It had torn him up before, but he'd managed to recover. Next time, Mr. Winner wouldn't be so lucky.
There was only one solution- one way for Quatre to be safe. 'He can't go back,' Mr. Winner realized, 'That's the only way for him to be safe.'
The more he thought about his idea, the more he understood how well it would work. It was a flawless plan. 'He can stay here. I can protect him here.' He would have limitless time to spend with his son, and Quatre would be safe.
But Quatre wouldn't agree to this plan. He would want to go back to pilot his Gundam. 'I can't let him go back,' Mr. Winner decided, 'It's for his own good… He'll be safe here.'
A smile came to his lips as he gazed at his son, knowing he would no longer risk being killed in the war. He wouldn't have to worry anymore. Nothing could hurt Quatre here.
'I'm sorry, Quatre. But I can't allow you to fight this futile battle anymore.'
End of Chapter
End Notes: Well? I know it's short- but it's supposed to be a prologue. I just didn't label it prologue because ff dot net automatically puts a one by it and it confused some people in the last fic ^^*
I didn't even take my whole week break ^^* I can't even keep promises I make to myself, can I? I hope you liked it. But if you hated it… please be nice about it ^__^* Hm… thinking about getting a beta reader. Anyone interested? (Has to be online a lot- so they can be quick to reply- I'm very impatient and I never edit because I'd like to have the chapters up ASAP!)
Please review! Reviews= Inspiration= Less work on my overworked muse= more chapters more quickly!
Muse: twitch twitch oh wait… I had almost a week off. ^__^ ready to work!
Chapter One: Even a Small Butterfly Can Cross an Ocean
Kattie
Disclaimer: I will never own Gundam Wing. I have come to accept this as a fact. Sure I have. Suuuuuuuuuure. You believe me, right? ^.~
Note: This is a sequel to Bravest Eyes. If you wait a few chapters I'll put a note telling whether it can be read alone or not. I'll try really hard to let it be a read alone too!
Note: This fanfiction takes place before Winner-otou has died ^^. Hiiro is Heero- but since he's Japanese in ethnicity I thought I'd let him keep his original untranslated name. ^^ I got a lot of e-mails and reviews about this in the first fanfic so PLEASE don't ask me about it again. ^.^* I'll try to be nice but it just really rubs me the wrong way.
Contest: Okay, this one has a contest as well as the last one. Same contest. Give the anime that the title is from and the song's title. ^.^ If you get it for every chapter first you get a prize! Yay! looks innocently at Melara I promise I'll get your prize to you soon! Just had to write this first ^^* I know! I'll make it up to you!
Dedication: To the ever-so-patient Melara-chan! huggles Good job for winning the contest! Yay!
At the Winner Estate
Mr. Winner's eyes didn't leave Quatre's face. He had been watching his son all day, just waiting for something to happen. It didn't seem possible that this could actually be reality. His son was healthy and with him, for now. Mr. Winner didn't dare take his eyes away from Quatre. In the past, whenever there was happiness, it was taken away as quickly as possible.
Quatre was sleeping on the armchair, in front of the chessboard. They had played many games, but with his experience as a strategist for war, Quatre won every time. But Mr. Winner didn't mind. In fact, he was happy that Quatre had gained such skill that he could defeat his own father. It gave him more pride as Quatre's father.
Every time Quatre won, he had blushed with embarrassment and apologized, as if there was something wrong with him beating Mr. Winner.
"…I'm sorry, sir… checkmate." Quatre had said, looking at the ground.
That was another thing. After all this time, Quatre had begun calling his father "sir". Maybe it was because of their time apart, maybe it was because he respected his father, but either way, Mr. Winner despised it.
"You don't have to apologize for being better than me, Quatre," Mr. Winner frowned, "And you shouldn't call me "sir". I'm your father, not a business associate."
"Sorry, sir… father…" Quatre blushed a brighter red and smiled up at his father with his kind and loving eyes. "Do you want to play again?"
They must have played 20 games, taking their competition deep into the depths of the night. Finally, during their last game, when Mr. Winner had taken particularly long deciding on a move, Quatre had fallen asleep.
In his sleep, Quatre looked like a child again. The child that Mr. Winner had deprived of his time, who had loved him for it anyway. 'Never again,' Mr. Winner thought, putting a blanket over his son, 'I'll never put work before Quatre again.'
As easy as it seemed to repair mistakes made in the past, Mr. Winner knew that it would be impossible to gain back what he had lost from his own foolishness. Quatre was a Gundam pilot now; he had a responsibility to go back to that life. That dangerous position as a soldier. Where he could be hurt, just as badly as before.
Just the thought of Quatre being in pain again sent a chill down Mr. Winner's spine. He couldn't deal with Quatre being hurt again. It had torn him up before, but he'd managed to recover. Next time, Mr. Winner wouldn't be so lucky.
There was only one solution- one way for Quatre to be safe. 'He can't go back,' Mr. Winner realized, 'That's the only way for him to be safe.'
The more he thought about his idea, the more he understood how well it would work. It was a flawless plan. 'He can stay here. I can protect him here.' He would have limitless time to spend with his son, and Quatre would be safe.
But Quatre wouldn't agree to this plan. He would want to go back to pilot his Gundam. 'I can't let him go back,' Mr. Winner decided, 'It's for his own good… He'll be safe here.'
A smile came to his lips as he gazed at his son, knowing he would no longer risk being killed in the war. He wouldn't have to worry anymore. Nothing could hurt Quatre here.
'I'm sorry, Quatre. But I can't allow you to fight this futile battle anymore.'
End of Chapter
End Notes: Well? I know it's short- but it's supposed to be a prologue. I just didn't label it prologue because ff dot net automatically puts a one by it and it confused some people in the last fic ^^*
I didn't even take my whole week break ^^* I can't even keep promises I make to myself, can I? I hope you liked it. But if you hated it… please be nice about it ^__^* Hm… thinking about getting a beta reader. Anyone interested? (Has to be online a lot- so they can be quick to reply- I'm very impatient and I never edit because I'd like to have the chapters up ASAP!)
Please review! Reviews= Inspiration= Less work on my overworked muse= more chapters more quickly!
Muse: twitch twitch oh wait… I had almost a week off. ^__^ ready to work!