Standard disclaimers apply. Why do we even have to write them? Anyway, I know I really cast Quatre out of character in this chapter, but I'll do better next time. I needed an excuse for what I was going to do, and the sweet, shy Quatre just won't do. Enjoy. Please R&R. I never get anyone's opinion, and if I don't, how am I supposed to know what to write? Oh yeah, one last thing. I might change the rating if I decide to write lemons. But how am I supposed to know what to write when no one gives me their opinion?
The Dawn of A New Age – Part IV
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I support Miss Relena—don't I? The thought swept through Dorothy's head. She wasn't fooling anyone. All she wanted was an excuse to be near him. Ever since he'd shown up, speaking of his ideals and total pacifism, Dorothy couldn't get him out of her mind.
His name was Quatre Raberba Winner. Blond-haired, icy-blue-eyed, and polite as one could possibly be. But she couldn't possibly be with him, for while his ideas were totally peaceful, she loved war and violence.
Oh, what was happening to her?
She was going to have to confront him—and fast. This was nearing obsession. Good thing he wasn't like Heero Yuy—Quatre was going to be easy to find.
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She's so corrupt—why do I keep thinking about her? It's because I want to help her become a better person. Dorothy wasn't the only one making excuses. Quatre Raberba Winner, head of the Winner Corporation, couldn't seem to focus on his work. His mind kept drifting back to Dorothy Catalonia. Sure she loved bloodshed and war, but she was so damn cute. He really shouldn't even be thinking that at all. It just wasn't right. But Quatre couldn't help it. Goddammit, Dorothy, get out of my mind! But of course she wouldn't. Why would she?
He couldn't take it anymore. He was going to see Dorothy. Of course he kept tabs on her. Why wouldn't he?
Quatre was putting on his jacket when the door opened. And framed by the doorway was none other than…Dorothy.
"Get the fuck out of my head!" they both cried simultaneously.
"Quatre…you cursed…" Dorothy momentarily forgot her anger.
"And?" He apparently wasn't impressed with his own show of viciousness.
Dorothy snapped back to reality. "You know, Quatre, I just can't get you out of my head, and I'm really dying to know why."
"You're dying to know why? What about me? Do you think I've been able to think of anything else? All I can remotely concentrate is that being—you—Dorothy Catalonia." Quatre was clearly exasperated, and his obsession (though he wouldn't admit it) was clearly making him act unnaturally.
Realization crashed on Dorothy like a bomb, and she definitely wasn't happy with the results. "Oh my fuckin' God, Quatre, I love you. I can't believe this." She sank to the floor in defeat.
"You're right…" Apparently he couldn't believe it either.
"Oh Dorothy, isn't this great?" Her head snapped up.
"Great? You call this great?"
Quatre was baffled. "Of course. Do you think love is bad?"
"Of course I think love is bad! It goes against anything evil like war and chaos. I don't want to be in love!" she wailed.
Quatre sat down. He was clearly prepared to wait. How long, Dorothy didn't know. She wasn't sure she wanted to. All of a sudden, he picked up a remote and pressed a button. The door behind her locked.
"I hope you know what that means. I'm not letting anyone leave until you accept the facts. I love you and the feeling is mutual."
Dorothy began to splutter. "What?"
"You heard what I said—I'm not repeating myself." With that, he leaned back and prepared himself for a long wait. Fortunately, he had secured himself behind a glass wall. Quatre might be lovestruck, but he wasn't a fool. He also knew Dorothy had no weapons on her. Quatre was a rich man, of course, and concerned for his own safety.
Thus, he had secured himself for a long wait. And a long wait it was.
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She ranted, she raved, she threw herself at the glass in an attempt to break through. She sobbed, she screamed, she whispered for "mercy." This wasn't normal Dorothy. Normally, she was calm and composed. Love can definitely change that. Dorothy wouldn't accept the truth, but knew she would be trapped in Quatre's office until she did.
She couldn't be in love with him—she just couldn't. But it was happening, nonetheless. Why her?
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It took Dorothy three hours to finally come to her senses. She was starving, noticed her love for Quatre, and conceded defeat was the only way out.
"Fine. Quatre, you win. I love you. Does that make you happy, or do I have to do something else?"
"Say it like you mean it."
"Quatre, I love you." She sounded sincere enough.
He quirked an eyebrow, and pressed a button to lower the glass screen. "Come prove it then."
"Now, don't get to cocky…" Dorothy said hesitantly.
"I'm waiting for what's mine, and we both know it."
Even though she seemed reluctant, Dorothy quivered with anticipation, so she moved forward to kiss him. His lips looked so soft, so inviting. Typical Quatre. Instead of repelling her, he encouraged her, locking his hands around the back of her neck to pull Dorothy closer.
A voice buzzed on the intercom. "Sir, we have a problem. There seems to be tremors coming from the ground. This building may collapse at any moment! You must evacuate immediately!"
Quatre let loose a string of unintelligible curses. "C'mon, let's get out of here, Dorothy!"
They fled out of the immense building, and turned around just in time to see the structure give way. Quatre and Dorothy hadn't been able to run fast enough to escape the rubble. Quatre, recovering his kindness, covered Dorothy's body with his own just before the duo was buried under debris.