HELLOOO fanfic readers! Here am I again starting another fic even though I haven't finished the other GW/SM fic. I'm still figuring out on what would be the best scenario for the last two chapters of "Which One? Pick One!". But I'll try to work on it right away. Anyway, here's my first Quatre/Minako crossover and so don't expect too much from this. I'm just trying it out and I swear, once I get the hang of it I'll write a much better one. Hehehe…^_^ please don't forget to write a review after reading this. Criticisms are very much obliged…just don't get too carried away! ^_^
Disclaimer: no, I don't own SailorMoon or Gundam Wing but just think of how great the world would be if I did. ^_^ well, for me at least.
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CHAPTER 1 Because Of The Bow
He looked longingly to the people as his car drove past numerous citizens enjoying their normal lives; carrying shopping bags, ordering take-outs, meeting friends. How he wished he could get out of the car, mingle with total strangers, and get to know new friends. Not that he didn't have any, mind you. But then again, he didn't actually consider business partner, officious princes and soiree acquaintances as friends. He was often away from home and it meant spending the least time with his parents and his younger sister. The only confidant close at hand was his butler, the old and gray-haired Mr. Edgar Coley. The gaunt aged man had been by his side ever since he could remember. Without any older brother, Mr. Coley had given him words to live by and accompanied him wherever he went till the present.
He sank further down the soft seat of his car and blew a strand of blond hair off his forehead. He gave an audible sigh and continued staring out the window.
"Something wrong, sire?" inquired his elderly friend. Coley had served him for 19 years enough to know that his sighs meant trouble.
The boy groaned at his address and turned to the man beside him. "Please, Mr. Coley could you lose the formalities. You are much older than I am and much more deserving of propriety."
"Very well," agreed the old man. "What is bugging you, my man?" The blonde gave a jocular laugh at the fruitless attempt of slang of his old time companion.
"Yes, well Coley my man," jeered the younger man. "I'm so tired of people doing things for me, paparazzi invading my privacy and bodyguards, well, guarding me. I want to be somewhere where I can be just a simple boy doing things like any other boys do. Meeting other people without the media putting it in their headlines."
The old man gave him a smile and said, "You mean to say that you want to meet a nice maiden without the both of you ending up in the tabloids."
"Mr. Coley," protested the boy. "Nobody uses the word 'maiden' anymore. At least not in these places." His friend gave another curt nod in agreement.
"But young master, you will meet new, umm, girls in the upcoming social function. I'm sure the young lassies there will be all the more charming," reasoned Mr. Coley. The blonde boy just sighed.
Suddenly, he sat up and looked intently outside. "Mr. Coley please tell the chauffeur to stop. Now!" The old man started to protest but the boy insisted saying that if they didn't stop, he'd open the car door and get out himself. The vehicle halted and the boy quickly got out.
"Young master, where are you headed? Young master!" cried his butler and decided to follow the boy.
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"Oh, this is sooo cute!" exclaimed a young lady as she held up a simple yet elegant-looking one-pieced dress. "Don't you think so, Artemis?" She looked at the white cat for approval but it just gave a mighty yawn and turned back to sleep. "You're such a bore, my feline friend."
She went to another rack and examined the various array of colored ribbons. Her hand went to a bright red bow when suddenly, another hand darted to get the same ribbons. She turned her head and saw a fine-looking young man about the same age as her. Her gaze went from his neatly combed blonde hair a bit paler than her own, down to his smooth face emphasized by his blue-green eyes, on to his finely tailored business suit to his dark leather shoes. When she looked at him, she saw that he was staring back at her.
He picked up the ribbon and handed it to her, a smile lighting his features. "Here, you should have it," he said his voice deep.
"No, you can have it," she refused, feeling her cheeks blush under his gaze. "I don't think I'm gonna buy it anyway."
"But it would look great on you."
Her blush went deeper and she shook her head. "Shortage of money. It would look even better on, umm, you…?" He looked at her with confusion then understanding dawned on him. He gave a short laugh and shook his head vigorously.
"You've got it all wrong, miss," he answered, his eyes giving a mischievous glint. "I can't imagine myself wearing this thing; that would be too ridiculous. This is for my little sister. She loves ribbons."
"I see." Just then, they heard an old man shouting, coming towards them. The boy darted to meet the man and gripped his shoulders.
"Uncle Edgar," the boy called out, steering them both towards the girl. "Uncle, I'd like you to meet…"
"Aino. Minako Aino," supplied the girl with a sweet smile.
The old man raised a brow in question at the boy then at the girl. "Nice to meet you, little lady," Mr. Coley greeted tentatively. The blonde boy gave a slight bow and waved a hand in the air.
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Aino," he said then straightened up. "I am Quatre Win- I mean, Walker. Quatre Walker. And I will buy for you this bow and another one for my sister."
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"Quatre Walker?" spoke Mr. Coley as if he swallowed something vile. "Young master, what were you thinking going out in public and introducing yourself to an unknown girl?"
Quatre leaned back on his seat and smiled. "Oh, come off it, Uncle Edgar," countered the boy. "You've got to admit, that Uncle thing and the Quatre Walker disguise was splendid."
"But still, sire your position in our land-"
"We are not in our land now, Mr. Coley," reminded Quatre. "I refuse to allow this minor position to be a hindrance with my inviting Miss Aino to the affair this coming week."
"You are saying that she will accompany you to the fete?" said Mr. Coley disbelievingly. "If she knew who you were-"
"Well then," the boy interrupted, a determined look on his face. "She is not to know who I am except that I am a simple college boy who is here for the first time and nothing more. Understood?"
The old man gave a defeated sigh and said yes. Once this boy made up his mind, there's no way of changing it. "Agreed, sire. But you have to be extra careful to avoid unnecessary commotion. You are after all our country's prince."
"But in this country, I'm not," Quatre pointed out. "I agree to your terms, Mr. Coley. And I trust you to keep this secret."
"Understood, sir," answered the old man. "Very well, I will track down her profile and-"
"No need, Mr. Coley," said the boy. "I got already her phone number."
Mr. Coley eyed the box with the ribbon inside. "It's all that stupid ribbon's fault," he muttered under his breath.
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What do you think? It's not that good and the pace is kinda slow but it'll pick up in the next chapter. Please don't forget to review. I love hearing from you guys. If this first chapter gets a lot of review, six at the least, then I'll have no doubt of posting the next chapter again. Demanding, eh? Hehehe…sorry but I need to know what you guys think. ^_^ ---jd_anney