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Prologue 2- Kitty's Story
**AC 197- the pilots have been away during the new war, which began as the gundams were sent to be destroyed. The Gundam Pilots are doing a bit of peace keeping just to make sure the new year begins without a hitch. Kitty Anne Winner has become a politician, opposed to Relena Peacecraft's ways and methods. (this is before school days- i.e- The Endless Waltz)**
"Miss Winner!" Veinte Stockholm cried as he ran down the corridor. The girl continued to walk, her delicate heels clacking on the floor. He bronze hair bounced against her back. Veinte ran up to her and clutched her arm. She turned to face him and smiled prettily.
"Mr Stockholm! Why do you hurry so? I did not call for you." Veinte finally caught his breath.
"Miss Winner, I have a written response from Miss Relena to your last letter," he said, handing the white envelope over. Miss Winner grinned.
"Then I shall have to begin my next parliamentary speech. Thank you, Veinte." She began to walk again. Veinte pulled a letter out of his pocket and sighed. Miss Winner froze. She turned to face him, her young face full of worry. Her two braided buns on her head gave her an even more innocent look. She looked at the letter.
"Is that also for me?" she asked calmly. Veinte nodded.
"Yes, it is, Miss Winner, but it had no date, nor identifying marks, other than your name. We don't know if it's safe." Miss Winner held out her hand.
"Give it to me," she said sternly, "are you sure there were no identifying marks upon the letter?" Veinte frowned.
"There was a dot in one corner of the back, but that is all." Miss Winner pulled out a small magnifying lens and held it over the dot. The dot was actually three very ornate letters, QRW. Miss Winner gasped.
"Thank you, Mr Stockholm, but I must be on my way!" she jogged off down the corridor.
"Kitty!" he cried. She turned and looked at him.
"It is a personal letter, Mr Stockholm, now pry no further!" she ran off again. Veinte sighed and walked back to his office.
Kitty flung open her door and slammed it behind her. She locked it swiftly then slid down the back of it. She ripped open the letter and avidly began to read.
My Darling Kitten,
I apologise for the lateness of this letter, but I found this was the most appropriate time to write. It is all over. I am a free man once more. Wars can no longer plague me and I am free to do as I wish. All I wish for now is you safety and sanity, and I wish I could be with you. Unfortunately, I am still required, for just a short time more, and I have some unfinished business with a friend of mine. Ah yes, the friend of mine comment, I bet you are sick of it now. I regret ever leaving you, Kitty, but there was no conceivable way of me staying. I have to fight, because I can, and now, it is all over, I can return to my life and resume my position.
How are you feeling? How is your head? Have the scan results come back to you? When we meet again, I want to know all about it.
All my love
Quatre Raberba Winner
Kitty rested her head against the door and let the tears fall. Tears of anger, tears of hatred, tears of love and tears of longing.
"He's finally coming home."
Prologue 2- Kitty's Story
**AC 197- the pilots have been away during the new war, which began as the gundams were sent to be destroyed. The Gundam Pilots are doing a bit of peace keeping just to make sure the new year begins without a hitch. Kitty Anne Winner has become a politician, opposed to Relena Peacecraft's ways and methods. (this is before school days- i.e- The Endless Waltz)**
"Miss Winner!" Veinte Stockholm cried as he ran down the corridor. The girl continued to walk, her delicate heels clacking on the floor. He bronze hair bounced against her back. Veinte ran up to her and clutched her arm. She turned to face him and smiled prettily.
"Mr Stockholm! Why do you hurry so? I did not call for you." Veinte finally caught his breath.
"Miss Winner, I have a written response from Miss Relena to your last letter," he said, handing the white envelope over. Miss Winner grinned.
"Then I shall have to begin my next parliamentary speech. Thank you, Veinte." She began to walk again. Veinte pulled a letter out of his pocket and sighed. Miss Winner froze. She turned to face him, her young face full of worry. Her two braided buns on her head gave her an even more innocent look. She looked at the letter.
"Is that also for me?" she asked calmly. Veinte nodded.
"Yes, it is, Miss Winner, but it had no date, nor identifying marks, other than your name. We don't know if it's safe." Miss Winner held out her hand.
"Give it to me," she said sternly, "are you sure there were no identifying marks upon the letter?" Veinte frowned.
"There was a dot in one corner of the back, but that is all." Miss Winner pulled out a small magnifying lens and held it over the dot. The dot was actually three very ornate letters, QRW. Miss Winner gasped.
"Thank you, Mr Stockholm, but I must be on my way!" she jogged off down the corridor.
"Kitty!" he cried. She turned and looked at him.
"It is a personal letter, Mr Stockholm, now pry no further!" she ran off again. Veinte sighed and walked back to his office.
Kitty flung open her door and slammed it behind her. She locked it swiftly then slid down the back of it. She ripped open the letter and avidly began to read.
My Darling Kitten,
I apologise for the lateness of this letter, but I found this was the most appropriate time to write. It is all over. I am a free man once more. Wars can no longer plague me and I am free to do as I wish. All I wish for now is you safety and sanity, and I wish I could be with you. Unfortunately, I am still required, for just a short time more, and I have some unfinished business with a friend of mine. Ah yes, the friend of mine comment, I bet you are sick of it now. I regret ever leaving you, Kitty, but there was no conceivable way of me staying. I have to fight, because I can, and now, it is all over, I can return to my life and resume my position.
How are you feeling? How is your head? Have the scan results come back to you? When we meet again, I want to know all about it.
All my love
Quatre Raberba Winner
Kitty rested her head against the door and let the tears fall. Tears of anger, tears of hatred, tears of love and tears of longing.
"He's finally coming home."