Recreate Me (I Crumble)
Prolog
disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing-- never have, never will.
AC 207, 16 April
The protestors outside the mansion were becoming more raucous every day. Their signs grew more vicious everytime Quatre and the rest of the Winner Group shrugged them off as merely disgruntled citizens and employees. They meant business, or so their leader Edward McNare promised. Daily he declared to his followers that Quatre Winner would concede to them.
Biting her bottom lip, Relena closed the lace curtains and put her back to the window. Quatre smiled at her from the Victorian, high-backed sofa, where he sat caressing the ears of a long-haired, blue cat.
"Have you read the card, Dear?" He said. "It's really very sweet. I do wish he would have stayed. It would have been nice to see him again."
"Quatre," Relena said sternly. "You have to do something about this! You can't tell me that this doesn't bother you."
Quatre's attention was with the cat, nostalgia lingering in his eyes. "This cat really is beautiful, Dear. I don't know how you can keep from scooping him into your arms like you do with every other creature that crosses your path..."
She stood in front of him, hoping to catch his attention. His eyes did find some distraction from the animal by tracing her legs up to the hem of her skirt and following the contours of her hips and torso from there. The desire to have her near him overwhelmed him and he pulled her into his lap and kissed her.
She began to protest, but he placed a finger to her lips. "I know you are worried about the peace of the colonies. I worry as well. It is a constant onerous thought tearing at my heart; it is one that grows more painful everyday. It will not last much longer, that I can promise you now. But do not let the worry mar your face so, imbue yourself with peace love. We will be married within a matter of weeks..."
Relena smiled and relaxed into her faience as the cat leapt into her lap and began to purr. She smiled and stroked its long, soft fur. "Where's the card that accompanied this sweet creature?" she said.
Quatre maneuvered around Relena to reach the card upon the table beside the sofa. It was a white card with gold encrusted flowers and golden lettering. It was sappy, and well intentioned, and most likely chosen at random.
Inside, in scribbled handwriting, it read:
This cat wondered into my place. I figured you two could take better care of him than I could. His name is Zero. Consider it a wedding gift.
-Heero
"It's from Heero?" she squeaked. "How very kind of him. I suppose he dropped them in the middle of the night?"
"How else would our Heero go about doing anyting, Dear?" Quatre said, standing holding Relena in typical bride fashion. "Come my love, I believe we have a dinner date."
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"We have some very disturbing and mournful new this evening, ladies and gentlemen. Just over an hour ago, as Quatre Winner, a diplomat from L4, and head of the Winner Group, wa shot in the head on the way to his limousine with faience, Foreign Minister Relena Peacecraft Darlian.
"The Winner Group has just released this footage, taped in one of their security choppers. Please be warned that this footage does contain some graphic content."
The tape rolled, showing Quatre and Relena being escorted to their limousine by two Preventor body guads. A gun shot was heard. Relena was pushed aside by the male body guard, while the female drew her gun. Quatre was already on the ground, imbrued with blood. Shocked voices of those on the helicopter could be heard. One screamed into his phone to get the foreign minister back to the house.
Then it cut back to the reporter. "Mr Winner was taken to the nearest hospital where he was pronounced dead upon arrival.
"I have Preventor General Une via satellite to go more in depth about the possible reason for this assassination.
"Lady Une, the Preventors are indeed labeling this as an assassination?"
The lady smiled curtly. "Yes, we are."
"General, does this have any connections to the protests and recent riots on the late Mr. Winner's home colony?"
"That is one of the leads we are following; however, we do not want to limit the possible assassins to just one group. In fact, all the information we have at the moment points to the fact that the assassin was from McNare's group is highly unlikely. We are following leads throughout the Earth Sphere in hopes of finding exactly who is responsible for this."
"Thank you, General Une," the anchor said, "I hope you keep us all posted with your findings.
"In case you are just tuning in–"
Sally reached up and switched off the screen.
"Damnit woman, I told you something like this would happen tom him," Wufei said from the brown leather couch. Beside him, Relena sat curled with Zero in her lap. She looked a mess with tear stains and glossy, puffy eyes. She now just sat staring into nothing.
"Then why didn't you have security stepped up like you said you were going to when you moved us here?!" Sally snapped back at Wufei.
He crossed his arms and looked away from her. "It's too late to argue about it now. We failed."
Relena shifted and began actively petting the cat again. Fresh tears pooled in her eyes and she began to weep anew. Sally rushed to her side to comfort her, but Relena turned away and cradled the cat instead. "Zero, do you know why?" she sobbed.
Wufei and Sally exchanged pained glances. "Zechs better get here soon..." Wufei muttered.
to be continued...
Prolog
disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing-- never have, never will.
AC 207, 16 April
The protestors outside the mansion were becoming more raucous every day. Their signs grew more vicious everytime Quatre and the rest of the Winner Group shrugged them off as merely disgruntled citizens and employees. They meant business, or so their leader Edward McNare promised. Daily he declared to his followers that Quatre Winner would concede to them.
Biting her bottom lip, Relena closed the lace curtains and put her back to the window. Quatre smiled at her from the Victorian, high-backed sofa, where he sat caressing the ears of a long-haired, blue cat.
"Have you read the card, Dear?" He said. "It's really very sweet. I do wish he would have stayed. It would have been nice to see him again."
"Quatre," Relena said sternly. "You have to do something about this! You can't tell me that this doesn't bother you."
Quatre's attention was with the cat, nostalgia lingering in his eyes. "This cat really is beautiful, Dear. I don't know how you can keep from scooping him into your arms like you do with every other creature that crosses your path..."
She stood in front of him, hoping to catch his attention. His eyes did find some distraction from the animal by tracing her legs up to the hem of her skirt and following the contours of her hips and torso from there. The desire to have her near him overwhelmed him and he pulled her into his lap and kissed her.
She began to protest, but he placed a finger to her lips. "I know you are worried about the peace of the colonies. I worry as well. It is a constant onerous thought tearing at my heart; it is one that grows more painful everyday. It will not last much longer, that I can promise you now. But do not let the worry mar your face so, imbue yourself with peace love. We will be married within a matter of weeks..."
Relena smiled and relaxed into her faience as the cat leapt into her lap and began to purr. She smiled and stroked its long, soft fur. "Where's the card that accompanied this sweet creature?" she said.
Quatre maneuvered around Relena to reach the card upon the table beside the sofa. It was a white card with gold encrusted flowers and golden lettering. It was sappy, and well intentioned, and most likely chosen at random.
Inside, in scribbled handwriting, it read:
This cat wondered into my place. I figured you two could take better care of him than I could. His name is Zero. Consider it a wedding gift.
-Heero
"It's from Heero?" she squeaked. "How very kind of him. I suppose he dropped them in the middle of the night?"
"How else would our Heero go about doing anyting, Dear?" Quatre said, standing holding Relena in typical bride fashion. "Come my love, I believe we have a dinner date."
----------
"We have some very disturbing and mournful new this evening, ladies and gentlemen. Just over an hour ago, as Quatre Winner, a diplomat from L4, and head of the Winner Group, wa shot in the head on the way to his limousine with faience, Foreign Minister Relena Peacecraft Darlian.
"The Winner Group has just released this footage, taped in one of their security choppers. Please be warned that this footage does contain some graphic content."
The tape rolled, showing Quatre and Relena being escorted to their limousine by two Preventor body guads. A gun shot was heard. Relena was pushed aside by the male body guard, while the female drew her gun. Quatre was already on the ground, imbrued with blood. Shocked voices of those on the helicopter could be heard. One screamed into his phone to get the foreign minister back to the house.
Then it cut back to the reporter. "Mr Winner was taken to the nearest hospital where he was pronounced dead upon arrival.
"I have Preventor General Une via satellite to go more in depth about the possible reason for this assassination.
"Lady Une, the Preventors are indeed labeling this as an assassination?"
The lady smiled curtly. "Yes, we are."
"General, does this have any connections to the protests and recent riots on the late Mr. Winner's home colony?"
"That is one of the leads we are following; however, we do not want to limit the possible assassins to just one group. In fact, all the information we have at the moment points to the fact that the assassin was from McNare's group is highly unlikely. We are following leads throughout the Earth Sphere in hopes of finding exactly who is responsible for this."
"Thank you, General Une," the anchor said, "I hope you keep us all posted with your findings.
"In case you are just tuning in–"
Sally reached up and switched off the screen.
"Damnit woman, I told you something like this would happen tom him," Wufei said from the brown leather couch. Beside him, Relena sat curled with Zero in her lap. She looked a mess with tear stains and glossy, puffy eyes. She now just sat staring into nothing.
"Then why didn't you have security stepped up like you said you were going to when you moved us here?!" Sally snapped back at Wufei.
He crossed his arms and looked away from her. "It's too late to argue about it now. We failed."
Relena shifted and began actively petting the cat again. Fresh tears pooled in her eyes and she began to weep anew. Sally rushed to her side to comfort her, but Relena turned away and cradled the cat instead. "Zero, do you know why?" she sobbed.
Wufei and Sally exchanged pained glances. "Zechs better get here soon..." Wufei muttered.
to be continued...
