A New Life to Live
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, if I did, Duo would stay in my bedroom and Relena would be skewered on top of the Eiffel Tower.
Warnings: This story is shonen-ai, so if the idea of a guy/guy relationship irks you then DON'T READ!
Pairings: 3x4, I'll try and do 2x1. And Wufei's all on his lonesome…Ah well.
Dogs -Quatre's thoughts (but Quatre's thoughts are not filled with dogs. Okay? Okay.)
Um….this is my first fic so go easy on me, will ya? Reviews are greatly appreciated -puppy dog eyes-
And a BIG thanks goes out to Deaths Dragon. Without her I would never have had the courage to do this.
Well….on with the fic!
Chapter 1- It's quittin' time
Prince Quatre Rabarba Winner ran down the hallways as fast as he could. He pushed his vertically-challenged body to the limit, as if by running as fast as he could he would be able to arrive where he was meant to be, fifteen minutes ago. He had known about this meeting in advance but had gotten sidetracked in the stables looking after his stead, Amin (1) and hadlosttrack of time.
I wonder what father wants this time. I hope he's not going to harp on about how 'the only male heir to the WinnerKingdom should like women, not men'. I already told him that I'm not going to go against my feelings just to please him.
The candle light in the hallway glinted off of his pale skin as he moved swiftly down the hallway, his eyes shut in contemplation. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost ran his sister Iria down.
"Hey Quatre, shouldn't you be with dad. He looked pretty upset last time I saw him." Iria told him as he helped her up; only stopping briefly to make sure she was okay before carrying on running.
"I know, but I lost track of time." He called back over his shoulder as he turned the corner. He had a feeling he wouldn't like this 'conversation' with his father one bit. Oh how he hated when he was right.
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"Oh, so you finally decided to grace us with you presence, son." His father said as he came in. "You know it's not polite to keep a lady waiting."
Us? Lady? What on earth is he on about? Something is seriously wrong here.
"I'm sorry father but I was busy in the stables tending to Amin, and I lost track of time." Quatre explained.
"Oh Quatre, I do wish you would leave that to the stable-boys. That is what they are paid f–…never mind. Quatre I would like you to meet your new fiancée…Dorothy Catalonia.
All of the colour drained from Quatre face
No…no…no…it can't be!
"Father! I've already discussed this with you. I will not – I repeat, will not –be taking a bride. And that is final." Quatre hissed at the King.
"Quatre, be reasonable. Miss Catalonia is the daughter of Duke Dermail…"
"I know exactly who she is." Quatre cut in coldly.
"…and therefore will be an excellent choice of bride." He finished, paying no heed to Quatre's interruption. Quatre took a deep breath to try and calm himself down. He knew his father would not listen to him if he was all worked up like that.
"May we please continue this in private, father?" He gritted out between clenched teeth, shooting an icy glare in Dorothy's direction, getting a raised eyebrow and a smirk from her in her position behind the King.
"Of course, son. Dabir!" He called out to the servant that was always hanging around nearby. "Take Miss Catalonia to the dining hall and tell the cook to make whatever she desires. Is that understood?" Earning an affirmative nod from Dabir he dismissed them and turned to his son.
"What is the meaning of this? You damn well know where my preferences lie, so what is the point of all of this?" Quatre growled at him, his fists clenching and unclenching sporadically.
"Well I thought that if you spent enough time around a bride that it might make you…well…normal." The King explained nonchalantly, fully believing his explanation would get through to Quatre. But when he saw his son's face go red, he hastily began trying to climb out of the hole he just dug himself into.
"Normal?" he finally managed to get out through the emotion clogging his throat. "I cannot believe that I have such a…a narrow-minded father that thinks it's not normal for one to fall in love with a person of the same sex. I loathe people like you." He spat.
"But I thought…"
"No, you didn't think. All you care about is 'me me me'!"
"That is enough! I will not put up with this kind of insolence! As long as you live in MY house, you will obey MY rules. Is that understood?" The King roared, his legendary temper inflamed and directed towards his son.
"Fine!" And with that Quatre slammed out of the room and stalked down the hall towards his own quarters, steaming about what had transpired. Anyone with enough brains hastily removed themselves from his path, so they would not be on the receiving end of that death-glare.
Fine! If that is how he wants to play it that's fine, because I quit! I give up! I want out, and I know just the way to do it.
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As the evening drew to a close and the stars started to twinkle into sight, the King made his way down to his son's room intent on trying to reach some sort of compromise. But as he squeaked the door open and ignited the candles with a mere pulse of his magic, he was shocked to find that Quatre was gone.
"GUARDS!" he called out, his worry manifesting itself as white hot anger. "I want him found! Find him now!" When no-one moved the King let out one wordless howl, vases exploding under the pressure of his fury. And suddenly the whole palace was alive.
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Decided to re-write it since reading it almost made me blow chunks. Anyway…footnotes!
(1) Amin is an Arabic name that means faithful and trustworthy. I figured it was apt for Quatre's horse.
