Profile of Celeste
Name: Celeste Selmba Asima Limba
Age: 17
Birthday: November 6
Description: Celeste is rather tall for her age, 6'1". She had long brown hair and deep brown eyes. She is called the princess because her seventeen brothers sort of spoil her at times. She is warm and gentle, though she hates people who stand in the way of her goals.
Story: Celeste was born on L4 colony and is the daughter of a life long friend of Quatre's father. From the time she was four, her arranged engagement to Quatre was not told to anyone, least of all her. She and Quatre used to be playmates until she was sent away to school on Earth in what was once France when she was six.
Part 3
Celeste Selmba Asima Limba
"You want me to convince Quatre that the arranged marriage is wrong?" Dorothy stared at Duo who was nodding in agreement. "This is going to be harder than I thought."
"Why?"
"Celeste is coming to school here next week," the blond looked down at Duo who was squirming.
"How do you know that?" the American ventured to ask.
"Simple, I work in the registration office, remember?"
Duo groaned and nodded, he walked into his class and saw Quatre perky as always talking about how cute his new nephew was. "Then of course my sister, Angel took me to meet-"
"Quatre! We need to talk!" Trowa grabbed his friend and pulled him into the hall. "I don't think you should be talking about your, you know what in front of everyone."
"Why?" Quatre beamed then went silent.
"Because people will think it is a gross, you're only sixteen and Celeste might be a good deal younger than you are."
"She's seventeen."
There was a look passed between them and it seemed that Quatre had to keep quiet. "It will be kind of hard since she's transferring from her school to this one. She said that it was best that before the you-know-what that we get to know each other better," the boy responded quietly.
**
For once in her life, Dorothy felt like she was backed into a corner, this time it wasn't to fight, but maybe a fight to win the attention of a person she respected. She watched Quatre walk into the art class. He sat down as a teacher began the lesson. "We are going to need models today, I have already put you in groups of twos so you will have to sketch your partner," the teacher nodded and announced who was going to be with whom. "Barton, Celina."
Trowa was holding his sketch pad and saw Mark Celina get up and they walked away. "Winner, Romafeller." Quatre looked up as Dorothy walked by and then grabbed his hand pulling him out into the school's courtyard. She had him sit down at one of the tables and started to sketch.
"I heard about your nephew, that is wonderful news. Duo told me something interesting though, something about an arranged marriage," Dorothy said off- handedly.
"It is great, maybe this arranged marriage will prove that I'm not gay," he smiled looking up at the sky.
"Quatre, don't you understand anything, this isn't good. You won't be graduating from high school if you get married," she said sharply.
"No, this arranged marriage happens after high school, father arranged it that I would be married to her when I turned nineteen."
"You don't even get a chance to choose who you fall in love with?" she blinked at him looking angry. "Don't you care about that?"
There was silence as she finished her sketch and it was his turn to draw her. "It is kind of fair, my mother was arranged to marry my father and they loved each other."
"It isn't fair to you, Quatre, Duo said this was arranged when you were three years old."
Quatre got up after the sketch and walked away, he looked really upset and from what Dorothy saw he might have been crying. She watched him as he left her in the courtyard, she latter saw Trowa walk by and saw that he was trying to comfort Quatre who was looking as though he had been shot.
**
The week came to a close and though it was announced by a limo with a girl who was really tall and rather pretty. Quatre was standing out to meet her and she seemed rather happy to see him.
No one suspected anything about it, thinking it was one of Quatre's many sisters coming to see him.
There was little anyone could do that weekend; Wufei was off with Sally testing new security measures. Duo had the weekend off after asking for about a month, Trowa was practicing his flute in the bedroom, and Heero was away with Relena some kind of mission he wasn't going to talk about.
Quatre made was scarce by spending time with Celeste; she wasn't such a bad person, kind of in shock that she was marrying someone younger than her. Her eyes were on his as he gave her the tour.
It was strange, they seemed well matched for each other, though she knew how to handle Wufei when he came back from duty.
**
There was a slight change in Quatre's attitude; he had become more interested in Celeste than he was in people. Heero and Trowa saw the change and were kind of worried, Trowa was more worried though.
"I can't believe Quatre quit the student council," Relena sat down at lunch and looked over at Celeste and Quatre who were talking in the back of the room. "Its like he's forgotten about us."
"I doubt it, Quatre is playing to the girl's whims, after all that is going to be his future wife, he has to get used to her," Wufei sat down and looked at his food. "I swear this school food gets worse and worse every day."
"That's why you go for a salad," Relena reminded him.
She had a point, though of course Wufei Chang would never admit it. He took the piece of rather rubbery chicken back up and got the salad. He sat back down and looked over at Quatre who was smiling, but in truth he looked like he was covering up his true feelings.
**
Dorothy was beyond anger when she saw Celeste sitting in the front row right next to her in English class. "Hello, you must be Quatre's friend, Dorothy," Celeste smiled at her politely.
"Yes, I am," she whispered coolly at her, this was going to be a challenge; Celeste was a prefect society girl. In fact she had only met her once when her father had gone to give the condolences about Celeste's father's death.
Dorothy saw Quatre walk in and he looked like he was avoiding his usual crowd of friends, Trowa and Heero who were sitting in the back row as usual. She sighed and wondered what she was going to do about this.
**
After school, Duo and Dorothy decided to have their first meeting. "So what do you think of her?" Duo whispered to her softly.
"He's wrapped around her little finger." Dorothy leaned up against the tree. "What can we do? He won't leave her alone!"
"I did come up with something, she isn't allowed into the boys' dorms, so Heero and I are planning to get him out to talk to you.
**
Was this going to work? Dorothy was in the stables when Wufei showed up pushing Quatre from behind. "Okay, I'm leaving you two alone!" the Chinese boy stomped off back to the dorms.
"Okay, Quatre we need to talk!" she looked at him. "Do you really want to marry her?"
"Yes, I have an obligation to my father and family that I must do this," Quatre whispered and looked rather pale.
She rolled her eyes. "Even my father would never make me marry someone I don't even know!"
"I do know her! She and I used to be playmates as children, please, you really don't know here like I do," he smiled, though in truth his voice was strained and sort of scared of admitting that he was in something above his head.
Name: Celeste Selmba Asima Limba
Age: 17
Birthday: November 6
Description: Celeste is rather tall for her age, 6'1". She had long brown hair and deep brown eyes. She is called the princess because her seventeen brothers sort of spoil her at times. She is warm and gentle, though she hates people who stand in the way of her goals.
Story: Celeste was born on L4 colony and is the daughter of a life long friend of Quatre's father. From the time she was four, her arranged engagement to Quatre was not told to anyone, least of all her. She and Quatre used to be playmates until she was sent away to school on Earth in what was once France when she was six.
Part 3
Celeste Selmba Asima Limba
"You want me to convince Quatre that the arranged marriage is wrong?" Dorothy stared at Duo who was nodding in agreement. "This is going to be harder than I thought."
"Why?"
"Celeste is coming to school here next week," the blond looked down at Duo who was squirming.
"How do you know that?" the American ventured to ask.
"Simple, I work in the registration office, remember?"
Duo groaned and nodded, he walked into his class and saw Quatre perky as always talking about how cute his new nephew was. "Then of course my sister, Angel took me to meet-"
"Quatre! We need to talk!" Trowa grabbed his friend and pulled him into the hall. "I don't think you should be talking about your, you know what in front of everyone."
"Why?" Quatre beamed then went silent.
"Because people will think it is a gross, you're only sixteen and Celeste might be a good deal younger than you are."
"She's seventeen."
There was a look passed between them and it seemed that Quatre had to keep quiet. "It will be kind of hard since she's transferring from her school to this one. She said that it was best that before the you-know-what that we get to know each other better," the boy responded quietly.
**
For once in her life, Dorothy felt like she was backed into a corner, this time it wasn't to fight, but maybe a fight to win the attention of a person she respected. She watched Quatre walk into the art class. He sat down as a teacher began the lesson. "We are going to need models today, I have already put you in groups of twos so you will have to sketch your partner," the teacher nodded and announced who was going to be with whom. "Barton, Celina."
Trowa was holding his sketch pad and saw Mark Celina get up and they walked away. "Winner, Romafeller." Quatre looked up as Dorothy walked by and then grabbed his hand pulling him out into the school's courtyard. She had him sit down at one of the tables and started to sketch.
"I heard about your nephew, that is wonderful news. Duo told me something interesting though, something about an arranged marriage," Dorothy said off- handedly.
"It is great, maybe this arranged marriage will prove that I'm not gay," he smiled looking up at the sky.
"Quatre, don't you understand anything, this isn't good. You won't be graduating from high school if you get married," she said sharply.
"No, this arranged marriage happens after high school, father arranged it that I would be married to her when I turned nineteen."
"You don't even get a chance to choose who you fall in love with?" she blinked at him looking angry. "Don't you care about that?"
There was silence as she finished her sketch and it was his turn to draw her. "It is kind of fair, my mother was arranged to marry my father and they loved each other."
"It isn't fair to you, Quatre, Duo said this was arranged when you were three years old."
Quatre got up after the sketch and walked away, he looked really upset and from what Dorothy saw he might have been crying. She watched him as he left her in the courtyard, she latter saw Trowa walk by and saw that he was trying to comfort Quatre who was looking as though he had been shot.
**
The week came to a close and though it was announced by a limo with a girl who was really tall and rather pretty. Quatre was standing out to meet her and she seemed rather happy to see him.
No one suspected anything about it, thinking it was one of Quatre's many sisters coming to see him.
There was little anyone could do that weekend; Wufei was off with Sally testing new security measures. Duo had the weekend off after asking for about a month, Trowa was practicing his flute in the bedroom, and Heero was away with Relena some kind of mission he wasn't going to talk about.
Quatre made was scarce by spending time with Celeste; she wasn't such a bad person, kind of in shock that she was marrying someone younger than her. Her eyes were on his as he gave her the tour.
It was strange, they seemed well matched for each other, though she knew how to handle Wufei when he came back from duty.
**
There was a slight change in Quatre's attitude; he had become more interested in Celeste than he was in people. Heero and Trowa saw the change and were kind of worried, Trowa was more worried though.
"I can't believe Quatre quit the student council," Relena sat down at lunch and looked over at Celeste and Quatre who were talking in the back of the room. "Its like he's forgotten about us."
"I doubt it, Quatre is playing to the girl's whims, after all that is going to be his future wife, he has to get used to her," Wufei sat down and looked at his food. "I swear this school food gets worse and worse every day."
"That's why you go for a salad," Relena reminded him.
She had a point, though of course Wufei Chang would never admit it. He took the piece of rather rubbery chicken back up and got the salad. He sat back down and looked over at Quatre who was smiling, but in truth he looked like he was covering up his true feelings.
**
Dorothy was beyond anger when she saw Celeste sitting in the front row right next to her in English class. "Hello, you must be Quatre's friend, Dorothy," Celeste smiled at her politely.
"Yes, I am," she whispered coolly at her, this was going to be a challenge; Celeste was a prefect society girl. In fact she had only met her once when her father had gone to give the condolences about Celeste's father's death.
Dorothy saw Quatre walk in and he looked like he was avoiding his usual crowd of friends, Trowa and Heero who were sitting in the back row as usual. She sighed and wondered what she was going to do about this.
**
After school, Duo and Dorothy decided to have their first meeting. "So what do you think of her?" Duo whispered to her softly.
"He's wrapped around her little finger." Dorothy leaned up against the tree. "What can we do? He won't leave her alone!"
"I did come up with something, she isn't allowed into the boys' dorms, so Heero and I are planning to get him out to talk to you.
**
Was this going to work? Dorothy was in the stables when Wufei showed up pushing Quatre from behind. "Okay, I'm leaving you two alone!" the Chinese boy stomped off back to the dorms.
"Okay, Quatre we need to talk!" she looked at him. "Do you really want to marry her?"
"Yes, I have an obligation to my father and family that I must do this," Quatre whispered and looked rather pale.
She rolled her eyes. "Even my father would never make me marry someone I don't even know!"
"I do know her! She and I used to be playmates as children, please, you really don't know here like I do," he smiled, though in truth his voice was strained and sort of scared of admitting that he was in something above his head.