Star's Gaze
Chapter 5: Love Repeats Itself Again and Again
Kattie
Disclaimer: Ahem! clears throat I will now attempt to brainwash you ^.^ Repeat after me:
Kattie: Kattie is the supreme ruler of the world!
You: Kattie is the supreme ruler of the world.
Kattie: She rules the universe!
You: She rules the universe.
Kattie: She owns EVERYTHING!
You: She owns everything.
Kattie: Even Gundam Wing!
You:… brainwashing power is gone You don't own Gundam Wing, I do!
Kattie: GAH! runs away It was worth a try.
I do not own Gundam Wing!
Note: Three weeks until the end of school (yay!) and so my evil teachers are pouring on the homework, tests, essays, projects, etc. I swear I'm going to die before it's all over! So please bear with me if I can't update very often for these next few weeks. huggles I apologize but I'm trying for a 4.0 so it requires a great deal of time!
Note: Everyone wants to know what disease Duo has. Do you really want to know? Do you? Really? Well… I'M NOT TELLING! BWAHAHAHHA! Gomen, but you'll just have to wait. (Unless you e-mail or IM me in which case I might just tell you) ^^* Don't you just love my iron resolve?
Contest: All of the songs in the contest are from anime. There's a clip of a song, could be dubbed or translated (or originally in English), used as a chapter title. You find what anime it's from and the song's title. For example (taken from Bravest Eyes) if a chapter was called "Beautiful and Sad is this Story I'll Tell" you would tell me that it was "Voices" (English Version) from "Macross Plus". Make sense? If not, tell me and I'll try to be clearer. If you're doing the contest you can IM or e-mail me for hints!
At the Winner Estate
The paperwork on Mr. Winner's desk had piled up high. Over the days the stack had grown larger and larger as he continued to ignore his work. Sitting at the desk, Mr. Winner stared straight at his paperwork, yet still he ignored it. In fact, he couldn't really even see the papers as he was lost in his many thoughts.
Even as there came a knock at the door, Mr. Winner's thoughts remained unbroken.
"Father?" Iria asked, stepping into the room.
"Iria, when did you get here?" Mr. Winner questioned, his thoughts finally reaching their conclusion with the interruption.
"A few hours ago. I needed to speak with Quatre first." She explained.
Scowling, Mr. Winner motioned for his daughter to sit in the seat directly across from him at the desk. As she sat, he continued their conversation. "What did you talk about?"
"Mostly how you were keeping him here against his will." Iria said, nonchalantly.
Mr. Winner sighed and looked her in the eyes. "You know perfectly well why I'm doing this."
"Of course I do," Iria replied, "Your plan works very well for what you wish to achieve."
"He'll be safe here." Mr. Winner explained.
"That's not entirely true." Iria argued. "Sure, he'll be safe from being a casualty of war, but he'll never be safe from himself. Haven't you noticed his attitude? You've caused him to become depressed! If anything happened to one of his friends and he found out about it, I don't think he'd let himself live much longer."
"Why are you saying?" Her father snapped, standing up from his chair.
"You can save him from other people but you'll never protect him from himself. If anything happens to one of those 4 boys he calls his friends then Quatre will lose his will to live. After that, he'd just waste away until finally he was lifeless enough to be called dead."
After a moment of silent pondering, Mr. Winner nodded in agreement. "That may be true, in which case I have three options. I can make it so he never learns of their conditions-"
"He'd know," Iria interrupted, "You really haven't noticed, father? Quatre's an empath."
"A what?" Mr. Winner questioned.
"He can feel other peoples' emotions." She explained.
"Are you serious?" Mr. Winner looked at her skeptically.
"I'm not asking you to believe me, I'm just telling you that he would know if any of them got injured or was killed."
"Alright then," Mr. Winner continued, "Then I'll just have to keep them here as well."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Elsewhere in the manor
Quatre limped throughout the length of the mansion, watching everything that happened. If Iria's talk with his father didn't go well, then Quatre would have to be ready to commence his second plan of escape. The only problem was, this one would be a great deal more difficult and dangerous.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Somewhere… not all that far away
Four young Gundam pilots stood in front of the city map at the shuttle port, determined to find what they were looking for. One of them held a stack of smaller maps in his hand and was looking angrily from one of them to the large map with an angry expression on his face. "The map says it's right here!" He exclaimed, pointing to a blank space on the large map.
"There's nothing there, Chang." Duo pointed out, being observant as always.
"There SHOULD be." Wufei snapped, looking at the smaller map again.
"Are you sure you aren't just imagining things?" Duo questioned.
"Be quiet, Maxwell. It's there." Wufei replied, with a deep glare fixed on his annoying friend.
"A cab driver would probably know." Trowa pointed out, silencing both of the feuding pilots.
Hiiro, who was far ahead of all of them, had already hailed a taxi. "Let's go." He called back to them.
As the three other pilots piled in the back, Hiiro spoke with the cab driver. "Winner Estate." He said, simply.
"Ah, long ways there. Not cheap." The driver explained, obviously trying to up the price considering where they were going.
"Fine." Hiiro replied, ignoring this only because getting to Quatre was his top priority.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Winner Estate
Iria sighed and made eye contact with her father. "That's not going to work. You can barely keep Quatre here, do you really think you can keep 5 pilots here against their will?"
"Well," Mr. Winner began, "My only other option is to keep Quatre here alone, letting him get more and more depressed. I can't let him get himself killed in the war."
"Why not?" Iria questioned.
"Iria!" Her father yelled, standing up so quickly he knocked his chair to the ground.
"Would you rather he died feeling he'd done what was right or die feeling useless and depressed?" Iria asked. "If he stays here he's going to die eventually, father. If you let him go live his own life there will still be a chance of him surviving!"
"Everyone dies eventually. I'd rather he died later than sooner." Mr. Winner explained.
"Don't you understand? He's wallowing in a sense of uselessness. Even if you leave him here there's nothing to keep him from killing himself. He's already depressed and angry. He'll try to escape again and again and when he runs out of ideas what do you think he's going to do? Just let you keep him here to live the life you chose for him?" Iria yelled, getting frustrated by her father's answers.
"That's enough, Iria!" He replied.
"No, it's not! Not if you don't understand! Somehow he loved you even when you weren't there for him as a child. Do you think he's going to continue loving you even as you take his life away from him completely? He's going to hate you!" She explained.
"Get out of my house!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Outside the door
Quatre stopped outside of his father's office when he heard raised voices.
"Get out of my house!" He heard Mr. Winner yell.
Iria was failing. She was his best chance of leaving this house and she was failing at convincing their father. It seemed like waking up from a nightmare and realizing that the reality was even worse.
Sitting himself outside the door, Quatre listened to the end of their discussion, hoping, despite his instincts telling him not to, that this might end in his favor.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Inside the room
"Don't you understand how much Quatre would love to hear those exact words spoken to him?" Iria asked.
"I don't care what Quatre wants, Iria. It doesn't matter because he apparently isn't old enough to know what he really wants!" Mr. Winner fumed.
"Don't make decisions for him! You know perfectly well he's more intelligent than both of us combined. Let him chose his own life!" Iria yelled, looking into her father's flame-filled eyes with her own still hopeful, but angry nonetheless, eyes.
"He lets his decisions be clouded by his compassion, sometimes rendering him a fool! Until he comes to his senses he isn't going anywhere with those heartless idiots he calls his friends! It's very clear to me their using him and Quatre doesn't notice because he's become naïve from his love of everyone!" Mr. Winner finished.
Iria stared at him for a moment in disgust. "Quatre was right. You are selfish."
"No, Iria. This is for his own good. He'll thank me someday." Mr. Winner explained, his tone calming to a lower level.
"Sure. Once he's died of depression." Iria stood up to leave. "Call me when you've come to your senses. I hope poor Quatre can hold survive until then."
"He'll be fine." Mr. Winner replied, opening the door for her to leave.
As the door opened, Quatre was revealed crouching behind the door.
"Quatre?" Mr. Winner asked. "What are you doing? How long have you been there?"
Quatre looked at him with a tear-stained face. His eyes, however, were no longer filled with tears, but rather rage. For a few moments he just stared at his father, looking deep into his eyes as if searching for some kind of answer.
Then he stood up and embraced Iria. "Thanks for trying." Quatre said simply. He smiled slightly at his sister before walking away.
Mr. Winner stared after him in horror. "What just happened?" He asked.
"Well, father," Iria explained, "It seems he has staring you already."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Outside of the mansion
Duo stared up at the enormous manor in awe. It was even larger in person than it had looked in the pictures. There were countless rooms and windows. Men stood guard everywhere, wearing dark blue uniforms.
The man controlling the mechanical gate watched them curiously. "No loitering, please." He said in a businesslike tone.
"We've come to see Mr. Winner." Hiiro replied.
"Do you have an appointment?" The guard asked, obviously not believing that these four young men could possibly have any business with his master.
"No." Hiiro answered calmly.
"I'm sorry, but if you don't have an appointment, I can't let you in." The guard explained, smiling slightly in a silent mock.
"Really?" Hiiro questioned. In less than a second he had his gun through the bars and to the guard's head. "Are you going to let us in now?"
"Y-yes, sir!" The guard stuttered. "Right away."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
End of chapter
End Notes: I have no clue how long this is considering I'm on a different version of Microsoft Word and it uses different views. I hope it's long ^^* Hope you enjoyed it! Please review! Reviews= inspiration= quicker chapters! Sorry if I don't update for a while! Please forgive poor busy Kattie! huggles
Ja ne!
Chapter 5: Love Repeats Itself Again and Again
Kattie
Disclaimer: Ahem! clears throat I will now attempt to brainwash you ^.^ Repeat after me:
Kattie: Kattie is the supreme ruler of the world!
You: Kattie is the supreme ruler of the world.
Kattie: She rules the universe!
You: She rules the universe.
Kattie: She owns EVERYTHING!
You: She owns everything.
Kattie: Even Gundam Wing!
You:… brainwashing power is gone You don't own Gundam Wing, I do!
Kattie: GAH! runs away It was worth a try.
I do not own Gundam Wing!
Note: Three weeks until the end of school (yay!) and so my evil teachers are pouring on the homework, tests, essays, projects, etc. I swear I'm going to die before it's all over! So please bear with me if I can't update very often for these next few weeks. huggles I apologize but I'm trying for a 4.0 so it requires a great deal of time!
Note: Everyone wants to know what disease Duo has. Do you really want to know? Do you? Really? Well… I'M NOT TELLING! BWAHAHAHHA! Gomen, but you'll just have to wait. (Unless you e-mail or IM me in which case I might just tell you) ^^* Don't you just love my iron resolve?
Contest: All of the songs in the contest are from anime. There's a clip of a song, could be dubbed or translated (or originally in English), used as a chapter title. You find what anime it's from and the song's title. For example (taken from Bravest Eyes) if a chapter was called "Beautiful and Sad is this Story I'll Tell" you would tell me that it was "Voices" (English Version) from "Macross Plus". Make sense? If not, tell me and I'll try to be clearer. If you're doing the contest you can IM or e-mail me for hints!
At the Winner Estate
The paperwork on Mr. Winner's desk had piled up high. Over the days the stack had grown larger and larger as he continued to ignore his work. Sitting at the desk, Mr. Winner stared straight at his paperwork, yet still he ignored it. In fact, he couldn't really even see the papers as he was lost in his many thoughts.
Even as there came a knock at the door, Mr. Winner's thoughts remained unbroken.
"Father?" Iria asked, stepping into the room.
"Iria, when did you get here?" Mr. Winner questioned, his thoughts finally reaching their conclusion with the interruption.
"A few hours ago. I needed to speak with Quatre first." She explained.
Scowling, Mr. Winner motioned for his daughter to sit in the seat directly across from him at the desk. As she sat, he continued their conversation. "What did you talk about?"
"Mostly how you were keeping him here against his will." Iria said, nonchalantly.
Mr. Winner sighed and looked her in the eyes. "You know perfectly well why I'm doing this."
"Of course I do," Iria replied, "Your plan works very well for what you wish to achieve."
"He'll be safe here." Mr. Winner explained.
"That's not entirely true." Iria argued. "Sure, he'll be safe from being a casualty of war, but he'll never be safe from himself. Haven't you noticed his attitude? You've caused him to become depressed! If anything happened to one of his friends and he found out about it, I don't think he'd let himself live much longer."
"Why are you saying?" Her father snapped, standing up from his chair.
"You can save him from other people but you'll never protect him from himself. If anything happens to one of those 4 boys he calls his friends then Quatre will lose his will to live. After that, he'd just waste away until finally he was lifeless enough to be called dead."
After a moment of silent pondering, Mr. Winner nodded in agreement. "That may be true, in which case I have three options. I can make it so he never learns of their conditions-"
"He'd know," Iria interrupted, "You really haven't noticed, father? Quatre's an empath."
"A what?" Mr. Winner questioned.
"He can feel other peoples' emotions." She explained.
"Are you serious?" Mr. Winner looked at her skeptically.
"I'm not asking you to believe me, I'm just telling you that he would know if any of them got injured or was killed."
"Alright then," Mr. Winner continued, "Then I'll just have to keep them here as well."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Elsewhere in the manor
Quatre limped throughout the length of the mansion, watching everything that happened. If Iria's talk with his father didn't go well, then Quatre would have to be ready to commence his second plan of escape. The only problem was, this one would be a great deal more difficult and dangerous.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Somewhere… not all that far away
Four young Gundam pilots stood in front of the city map at the shuttle port, determined to find what they were looking for. One of them held a stack of smaller maps in his hand and was looking angrily from one of them to the large map with an angry expression on his face. "The map says it's right here!" He exclaimed, pointing to a blank space on the large map.
"There's nothing there, Chang." Duo pointed out, being observant as always.
"There SHOULD be." Wufei snapped, looking at the smaller map again.
"Are you sure you aren't just imagining things?" Duo questioned.
"Be quiet, Maxwell. It's there." Wufei replied, with a deep glare fixed on his annoying friend.
"A cab driver would probably know." Trowa pointed out, silencing both of the feuding pilots.
Hiiro, who was far ahead of all of them, had already hailed a taxi. "Let's go." He called back to them.
As the three other pilots piled in the back, Hiiro spoke with the cab driver. "Winner Estate." He said, simply.
"Ah, long ways there. Not cheap." The driver explained, obviously trying to up the price considering where they were going.
"Fine." Hiiro replied, ignoring this only because getting to Quatre was his top priority.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Winner Estate
Iria sighed and made eye contact with her father. "That's not going to work. You can barely keep Quatre here, do you really think you can keep 5 pilots here against their will?"
"Well," Mr. Winner began, "My only other option is to keep Quatre here alone, letting him get more and more depressed. I can't let him get himself killed in the war."
"Why not?" Iria questioned.
"Iria!" Her father yelled, standing up so quickly he knocked his chair to the ground.
"Would you rather he died feeling he'd done what was right or die feeling useless and depressed?" Iria asked. "If he stays here he's going to die eventually, father. If you let him go live his own life there will still be a chance of him surviving!"
"Everyone dies eventually. I'd rather he died later than sooner." Mr. Winner explained.
"Don't you understand? He's wallowing in a sense of uselessness. Even if you leave him here there's nothing to keep him from killing himself. He's already depressed and angry. He'll try to escape again and again and when he runs out of ideas what do you think he's going to do? Just let you keep him here to live the life you chose for him?" Iria yelled, getting frustrated by her father's answers.
"That's enough, Iria!" He replied.
"No, it's not! Not if you don't understand! Somehow he loved you even when you weren't there for him as a child. Do you think he's going to continue loving you even as you take his life away from him completely? He's going to hate you!" She explained.
"Get out of my house!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Outside the door
Quatre stopped outside of his father's office when he heard raised voices.
"Get out of my house!" He heard Mr. Winner yell.
Iria was failing. She was his best chance of leaving this house and she was failing at convincing their father. It seemed like waking up from a nightmare and realizing that the reality was even worse.
Sitting himself outside the door, Quatre listened to the end of their discussion, hoping, despite his instincts telling him not to, that this might end in his favor.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Inside the room
"Don't you understand how much Quatre would love to hear those exact words spoken to him?" Iria asked.
"I don't care what Quatre wants, Iria. It doesn't matter because he apparently isn't old enough to know what he really wants!" Mr. Winner fumed.
"Don't make decisions for him! You know perfectly well he's more intelligent than both of us combined. Let him chose his own life!" Iria yelled, looking into her father's flame-filled eyes with her own still hopeful, but angry nonetheless, eyes.
"He lets his decisions be clouded by his compassion, sometimes rendering him a fool! Until he comes to his senses he isn't going anywhere with those heartless idiots he calls his friends! It's very clear to me their using him and Quatre doesn't notice because he's become naïve from his love of everyone!" Mr. Winner finished.
Iria stared at him for a moment in disgust. "Quatre was right. You are selfish."
"No, Iria. This is for his own good. He'll thank me someday." Mr. Winner explained, his tone calming to a lower level.
"Sure. Once he's died of depression." Iria stood up to leave. "Call me when you've come to your senses. I hope poor Quatre can hold survive until then."
"He'll be fine." Mr. Winner replied, opening the door for her to leave.
As the door opened, Quatre was revealed crouching behind the door.
"Quatre?" Mr. Winner asked. "What are you doing? How long have you been there?"
Quatre looked at him with a tear-stained face. His eyes, however, were no longer filled with tears, but rather rage. For a few moments he just stared at his father, looking deep into his eyes as if searching for some kind of answer.
Then he stood up and embraced Iria. "Thanks for trying." Quatre said simply. He smiled slightly at his sister before walking away.
Mr. Winner stared after him in horror. "What just happened?" He asked.
"Well, father," Iria explained, "It seems he has staring you already."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Outside of the mansion
Duo stared up at the enormous manor in awe. It was even larger in person than it had looked in the pictures. There were countless rooms and windows. Men stood guard everywhere, wearing dark blue uniforms.
The man controlling the mechanical gate watched them curiously. "No loitering, please." He said in a businesslike tone.
"We've come to see Mr. Winner." Hiiro replied.
"Do you have an appointment?" The guard asked, obviously not believing that these four young men could possibly have any business with his master.
"No." Hiiro answered calmly.
"I'm sorry, but if you don't have an appointment, I can't let you in." The guard explained, smiling slightly in a silent mock.
"Really?" Hiiro questioned. In less than a second he had his gun through the bars and to the guard's head. "Are you going to let us in now?"
"Y-yes, sir!" The guard stuttered. "Right away."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
End of chapter
End Notes: I have no clue how long this is considering I'm on a different version of Microsoft Word and it uses different views. I hope it's long ^^* Hope you enjoyed it! Please review! Reviews= inspiration= quicker chapters! Sorry if I don't update for a while! Please forgive poor busy Kattie! huggles
Ja ne!