B.G.: I'm baaaaaaaaaack! ^___^

Abbey: (sigh) here we go again.-_-

B.G.: What's that supposed to mean!?

Abbey: Nothing.

B.G.:OK! This is my third ever fan-fic, so it's a little bit better(at least I think it is...)

It's YOAI once again. If that bothers you, then please don't read. It's a Trowa x Quatre pairing and it's written from Trowa's perspective.

Ummmmmmmm.... What else...Oh yeah! I don't own Gundam Wing.(sob) T__T

**** Scene change, time passing, etc., etc.****

"Speaking"

Smoke Always Blows Toward A Pretty Woman

*****PROLOUGE

Quatre always tells me his favorite memory from childhood camping trips is that whenever his family had a fire going, the smoke almost always

seemed to blow toward his mom. Naturally, this frustrated her to no end. So, to placate his mom, Quatre's father would always say, "See Quatre? This

proves that smoke always blows toward a pretty woman." Whereupon Quatre would laugh as he watched his parents kiss.



Quatre says that at those times, he felt like all was right with the world and that nothing could break the bond of his parents' love.

... He always was a romantic.

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B.G.:And that's the prolouge! I know it the title is weird and right now the prolouge doesn't make much sense, but it will eventually! Hang in there,

the story gets better! I promise!

Abbey: Well, when you're at the bottom the only place you can go is up.

B.G.: XP you're mean!

Abbey: Liked it? Hated it? Review!!!