Chapter One: "We're moving?!"
"Give mommy a hug and a kiss, sweetums," said a woman with light brown hair and Prussian blue eyes. Thalia Lowe snuggled her 16 year old son, Heero, to her, the boy protesting the whole time.
"Kaasan!" he cried, smoothing his chocolate brown hair back into the tastefully unruly look he'd previously had. Deep Prussian blue eyes identical to his mother's flashed and his cheeks flushed with embarassment. Almost too long eyelashes fluttered as he looked away and tried to straighten his clothes also. The boy was handsome, but very feminine. One might say he was pretty.
"What? Can't you give your poor mother a hug anymore?" she said, pouting cutely, her beautiful face pleading with him. Sighing, Heero hugged his mother tightly, then released her.
"There. Now you have your hug. May I go now?" Heero asked, straigtening his red uniform tie. He wore a white dress shirt, grey sweater vest, black slacks and a black uniform jacket buttoned up to his chest, the last button left open. He held a small school satchel in his hand.
"Of course, dearest. Now give mommy her kiss and get out of here," Thalia said. Heero sighed and kissed his mother's cheek. On impulse he hugged her again before retreating and heading for school.
"Sayonara, Kaasan. See you after school," he said, before he jogged down the street and around the corner to meet his friend. Thalia smiled. Heero was such a good boy.
Grinning to himself, Heero headed to his best friend Quatre's house. Both boy's lived in Kyoto, Japan, and went to Kihata High School. Life was pretty good. Heero's mother worked at Mitsubishi, and his father, Odin Lowe, ran a small Udon shop on a side street that made good business. Quatre's father owned Winner Interprises, a business that dabbled in cars, clothes, and other things Americans bought, making the family filthy rich. Quatre's mother had died in child birth with him, and Quatre was sad about that, but he did have 29 sisters, all from a multitude of wives, who loved him. Or said they did. Heero knew better.
In the Winner household, it was all for one and one for themselves. Quatre was too sweet and compassionate to realise that but most of his sisters wanted him dead so that they may take over the company. The only ones Heero personally trusted were Lizbeth, Iria, Patrice and Tikra, the four oldest. The rest were blood thirsty parasites.
Shaking off such depressing thoughts, Heero finally arrived in front of the mansion that housed about 1/10 of the Winner family. He ran the door bell and a tall, hairy Arabian man answered the door.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Rasid. Is Quatre home? It's time for school," Heero said.
The butler smiled. "Good morning, Master Heero. Master Quatre is just finishing dressing. Would it please you to stay for breakfast?" the middle- aged man asked.
Heero smiled back. He'd always liked Rasid. Him and the multitude of servants called the Maguanacs, specially trained to raise and guard Quatre. He trusted them with Quatre's life. "Yes, I think I will, Rasid. Send Quatre down when he is ready and we shall break our fast together," Heero said in a highly cultured, elegant voice. Rasid had taught it to Heero himself, telling the boy a few years ago that he would need it when he met Mr. Winner. And he had. Mr. Winner was an intimidating man.
Rasid grinned, understanding the little joke Heero was pulling. "Of course, Master Heero. Right this way." And Rasid led Heero into the house. They entered a grand entry way with a high, gabled ceiling. Two sets of joined stairs rose up to the second floor, a truly wonderful grand staircase. To the left was an archway which led to the kitchens and dining rooms, and to the right was a row of small doors, studys and sitting rooms for guests. Heero followed Rasid into the informal dining room.
It was a room filled to bursting with china cabinets and displays of Heero's art that Quatre had kept. Heero was an amateur artist who had a knack for painting what he imagined the gods to look like. Several likenesses of Greek gods, Roman gods and Norse gods lined the walls. Heero smiled and allowed Rasid to pull out a chair for him at the eight-seater table. The table was already set for two with a glass of orange juice out.
Heero reached forward eagerly. Fresh squeezed orange juice was the best. As he gulped it down, he waited for Rasid to return with his usual breakfast. Prompt as always, the tall Arabian man placed two bowls and a plate before Heero. One bowl contained traditional Japanese rice, and the other had miso soup in it. The plate had fried eggs, rolled a certain way, and one small fried fish.
Digging in, Heero waited for Quatre. The blond boy took an inhuman amount of time getting ready in the morning, usually for his latest crush. This week it was Kentaro Momochi, the star ice skater over at Tanaka Ice Rink. Kentaro went to Kihata High and walked around glittering and smiling like the teen idol he was. And Quatre followed in that glittery path every morning. Heero didn't understand why. Kentaro obviously only went for girls.
At that moment Rasid reentered the informal dining room and stepped to the side of the door, a sure sign he was announcing someone. "Master Quatre Raberba Winner," he said, gesturing at the figure in the doorway. A boy of small stature stood there, his short, feathery blond hair shining under the lights. Aquamarine eyes rose to look at Heero and the boy smiled.
"Ohayo, Heero," Quatre said, moving into the dining room and accepting the seat Rasid pulled out for him. A servant entered and set a breakfast tray in front of him, and he immediately started eating. "What are you doing here so early?"
"Nothing, really. Just, you know, mother being all lovey dovey again and hugging me before I left for school. I decided to walk a bit faster than normal," Heero said, grinning.
Quatre grinned back. "My mother was kind of like that. She'd hug and kiss all of us all the time. It was sort of weird," he said easily. A few years ago Quatre's mother, Quaterine Winner, had disappeared. Quatre took it well, actually. He held firm to the belief that she would come back. In the mean time, he had Jerad, his laid back father.
"Yeah, I remember," said Heero. And he did. He'd lived in Kyoto since he was two, as had Quatre. "Let's get going, before you miss Glitter-san's entrance."
Quatre reddened and growled in anger. "Don't call him that!" he cried. Then he stood, looked at the ceiling, clasped his hands and went all sparkly, just like an anime person. "Momochi-kun is a god among men."
Heero snorted. "Hai. Glitter men!" he said, laughing. Quatre growled again and began chasing Heero out of the dining room and into the entrance hall. Four servants and Rasid stood by for the boys' morning ritual. The first servant, a maid named Susei, handed Quatre his uniform jacket to go over the sweater vest he was wearing. The second servant, a valet by the name of Malik, handed Heero his own. Tampra and Timja, the female twin cooks, handed each boy his satchel, and Rasid patted each on the head as they sped by.
Laughing gayly, the two boys dashed down the street toward Kihata High, waving at people they knew along the way. When they arrived at the gate they slowed down and joined the group of girls and boys turned to the left watching something as they always did every morning. It was time for the show.
And in walked Glitter-san, aka Kentaro Momochi. He was a tall, athletic boy with wavy dark brown hair and hazel eyes that made girls sigh. He had feminine eyelashes much like Heero's, but when it came to Heero it was girlish. For Kentaro, everyone said it made him more desirable. At the time Heero had almost snorted out his milk all over the speaker. Desirable. Hn.
Glitter-san glided onto school grounds and past the group who screamed and cried and reached out to touch him. Quatre was among them. At times like these, the Arabian boy truly disgusted Heero. After Glitter-san had passed, the group dispersed.
"Isn't he wonderful?" Quatre simpered, all sparkly again. Heero snorted. Quatre scowled. "You be quiet, Yuy. Just because you're asexual doesn't mean the rest of us have to be!"
Heero laughed. "I'm not asexual, Quat, just haven't found the right person yet," he said.
"Ha! You said person. See? You don't even know what you want," Quatre crowed.
Heero gave a secretive smiled. Yes I do, he thought, thinking of his pen pal from Athens, Georgia. In their last email, they'd described each other. Shin, as was the boy's pen name, had said he was a fair height, with cobalt blue eyes that sometimes turned violet in certain light and certain situations. Shin had also said that he had chestnut brown hair that fell to his thighs so he had to braid it. His name wasn't really Shin, but until they were absolutely sure about each other, they wouldn't exchange them. Heero knew, though, that he really liked talking to this boy. Tonight they were going to try instant messenging each other, sort of like talking face to face.
"What are you thinking about, Heero?" Quatre asked, strolling along beside his best friend as they headed for lunch.
"Oh nothing," Heero said, the secretive smile back.
"Oh, I already know," Quatre said, grinning. "It's your pen pal isn't it! I'm beginning to think you're in love." The blond began laughing. "That'll be the day. Heero Yuy Lowe in love. Bwahaha!"
"Urusai, Quatre," Heero said good naturedly. Then an evil grin spread across his face. He sucked in a breath and..."Look, Glitter-san's waving at you!" he cried loudly. Quatre, along with most of the people in the corridor, spun around and started frantically looking around.
"Where?! Where?!" Quatre cried, spinning in circles in his frenzy. He finally noticed Heero rolling on the floor, laughing his ass off. Unfortunately, so did several others. Quatre's usually sunny visage darkened. All the people in the corridor followed the blond as he slowly stalked up to the laughing Japanese teen.
"Yuy?" Quatre whispered. Heero looked up questioningly, laughter still falling helplessly from his lips. "Run." Finally noticing the angry mob behind Quatre, Heero scrambled to his feet and began to back away slowly.
"You don't have to do this Quat. We're all friends here, right?" Heero babbled. Quatre bared his teeth. "Right?" When he received no answer, Heero began to back away more rapidly. The mob let out a warlike howl and started after him. Screaming like a girl, Heero took off.
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Panting while on his walk home, Heero ranted at an impassive Quatre. "How could you and your angry mob chase me ALL DAY!" he shouted, waving his satchel for emphasis.
Quatre turned up his nose. "You deserved it, Yuy. How dare you lie about Momochi-kun?" he said, peeved.
"I told you I was sorry, Quat. It was a joke, a joke!" Heero exclaimed. "I-- "
"Woden, darling!" a cheery voice called. Heero groaned, it was his mother calling him by his childhood pet name. Woden meant Odin in Norse, which was his own father's name.
Quatre grinned. "Woden, darling!" he simpered, batting his eyelashes at an embarassed Heero.
"Kaasan!" Heero cried, hiding his face. Thalia came down the walkway from Heero's house and patted her son on the head. When Heero looked up, she gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
"My little bunny honey," she cooed, and reached out to cuddle him. Heero cried out in horror and ran away into his house. A moment later he leaned out his second floor window and called out, "I'll see you tomorrow, Q. No school, so let's see Lord of the Rings!" And the window slammed shut.
Thalia giggled. "That boy," she said, grinning. She turned to Quatre and ruffled his hair. "And how are you, young Winner?" she asked.
"I'm well, Mrs. Lowe," Quatre said politely, bowing low to her.
She smiled. "Such a nice boy. Well, I'll be going. I'd normally invite you in, but there's something important I have to tell Heero. We'll see you tomorrow."
"Of course, Mrs. Lowe. Sayonara," Quatre said, bowing again, then continuing on his way. Thalia entered her house and went upstairs to stand in front of Heero's closed door.
"Heero, honey?" she called. No answer. "Heero, darling, I need to talk to you." Still no answer. "Fine then, I'll tell you from here." Thalia took a deep breath. "We're moving."
At the speed of light, Heero's door flew open and slammed into the wall. He looked at his mother, clutching the doorjamb and breathing hard. "N-NANI?" he gasped.
###TBC###
Whaddya think? Good? Bad? Gay? Straight? Great in bed? Review and tell me, minna-san, and you'll get more OOC Heero and Quatre, and maybe a note from the mysterious pen pal!
Ja ne, Miaka
"Give mommy a hug and a kiss, sweetums," said a woman with light brown hair and Prussian blue eyes. Thalia Lowe snuggled her 16 year old son, Heero, to her, the boy protesting the whole time.
"Kaasan!" he cried, smoothing his chocolate brown hair back into the tastefully unruly look he'd previously had. Deep Prussian blue eyes identical to his mother's flashed and his cheeks flushed with embarassment. Almost too long eyelashes fluttered as he looked away and tried to straighten his clothes also. The boy was handsome, but very feminine. One might say he was pretty.
"What? Can't you give your poor mother a hug anymore?" she said, pouting cutely, her beautiful face pleading with him. Sighing, Heero hugged his mother tightly, then released her.
"There. Now you have your hug. May I go now?" Heero asked, straigtening his red uniform tie. He wore a white dress shirt, grey sweater vest, black slacks and a black uniform jacket buttoned up to his chest, the last button left open. He held a small school satchel in his hand.
"Of course, dearest. Now give mommy her kiss and get out of here," Thalia said. Heero sighed and kissed his mother's cheek. On impulse he hugged her again before retreating and heading for school.
"Sayonara, Kaasan. See you after school," he said, before he jogged down the street and around the corner to meet his friend. Thalia smiled. Heero was such a good boy.
Grinning to himself, Heero headed to his best friend Quatre's house. Both boy's lived in Kyoto, Japan, and went to Kihata High School. Life was pretty good. Heero's mother worked at Mitsubishi, and his father, Odin Lowe, ran a small Udon shop on a side street that made good business. Quatre's father owned Winner Interprises, a business that dabbled in cars, clothes, and other things Americans bought, making the family filthy rich. Quatre's mother had died in child birth with him, and Quatre was sad about that, but he did have 29 sisters, all from a multitude of wives, who loved him. Or said they did. Heero knew better.
In the Winner household, it was all for one and one for themselves. Quatre was too sweet and compassionate to realise that but most of his sisters wanted him dead so that they may take over the company. The only ones Heero personally trusted were Lizbeth, Iria, Patrice and Tikra, the four oldest. The rest were blood thirsty parasites.
Shaking off such depressing thoughts, Heero finally arrived in front of the mansion that housed about 1/10 of the Winner family. He ran the door bell and a tall, hairy Arabian man answered the door.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Rasid. Is Quatre home? It's time for school," Heero said.
The butler smiled. "Good morning, Master Heero. Master Quatre is just finishing dressing. Would it please you to stay for breakfast?" the middle- aged man asked.
Heero smiled back. He'd always liked Rasid. Him and the multitude of servants called the Maguanacs, specially trained to raise and guard Quatre. He trusted them with Quatre's life. "Yes, I think I will, Rasid. Send Quatre down when he is ready and we shall break our fast together," Heero said in a highly cultured, elegant voice. Rasid had taught it to Heero himself, telling the boy a few years ago that he would need it when he met Mr. Winner. And he had. Mr. Winner was an intimidating man.
Rasid grinned, understanding the little joke Heero was pulling. "Of course, Master Heero. Right this way." And Rasid led Heero into the house. They entered a grand entry way with a high, gabled ceiling. Two sets of joined stairs rose up to the second floor, a truly wonderful grand staircase. To the left was an archway which led to the kitchens and dining rooms, and to the right was a row of small doors, studys and sitting rooms for guests. Heero followed Rasid into the informal dining room.
It was a room filled to bursting with china cabinets and displays of Heero's art that Quatre had kept. Heero was an amateur artist who had a knack for painting what he imagined the gods to look like. Several likenesses of Greek gods, Roman gods and Norse gods lined the walls. Heero smiled and allowed Rasid to pull out a chair for him at the eight-seater table. The table was already set for two with a glass of orange juice out.
Heero reached forward eagerly. Fresh squeezed orange juice was the best. As he gulped it down, he waited for Rasid to return with his usual breakfast. Prompt as always, the tall Arabian man placed two bowls and a plate before Heero. One bowl contained traditional Japanese rice, and the other had miso soup in it. The plate had fried eggs, rolled a certain way, and one small fried fish.
Digging in, Heero waited for Quatre. The blond boy took an inhuman amount of time getting ready in the morning, usually for his latest crush. This week it was Kentaro Momochi, the star ice skater over at Tanaka Ice Rink. Kentaro went to Kihata High and walked around glittering and smiling like the teen idol he was. And Quatre followed in that glittery path every morning. Heero didn't understand why. Kentaro obviously only went for girls.
At that moment Rasid reentered the informal dining room and stepped to the side of the door, a sure sign he was announcing someone. "Master Quatre Raberba Winner," he said, gesturing at the figure in the doorway. A boy of small stature stood there, his short, feathery blond hair shining under the lights. Aquamarine eyes rose to look at Heero and the boy smiled.
"Ohayo, Heero," Quatre said, moving into the dining room and accepting the seat Rasid pulled out for him. A servant entered and set a breakfast tray in front of him, and he immediately started eating. "What are you doing here so early?"
"Nothing, really. Just, you know, mother being all lovey dovey again and hugging me before I left for school. I decided to walk a bit faster than normal," Heero said, grinning.
Quatre grinned back. "My mother was kind of like that. She'd hug and kiss all of us all the time. It was sort of weird," he said easily. A few years ago Quatre's mother, Quaterine Winner, had disappeared. Quatre took it well, actually. He held firm to the belief that she would come back. In the mean time, he had Jerad, his laid back father.
"Yeah, I remember," said Heero. And he did. He'd lived in Kyoto since he was two, as had Quatre. "Let's get going, before you miss Glitter-san's entrance."
Quatre reddened and growled in anger. "Don't call him that!" he cried. Then he stood, looked at the ceiling, clasped his hands and went all sparkly, just like an anime person. "Momochi-kun is a god among men."
Heero snorted. "Hai. Glitter men!" he said, laughing. Quatre growled again and began chasing Heero out of the dining room and into the entrance hall. Four servants and Rasid stood by for the boys' morning ritual. The first servant, a maid named Susei, handed Quatre his uniform jacket to go over the sweater vest he was wearing. The second servant, a valet by the name of Malik, handed Heero his own. Tampra and Timja, the female twin cooks, handed each boy his satchel, and Rasid patted each on the head as they sped by.
Laughing gayly, the two boys dashed down the street toward Kihata High, waving at people they knew along the way. When they arrived at the gate they slowed down and joined the group of girls and boys turned to the left watching something as they always did every morning. It was time for the show.
And in walked Glitter-san, aka Kentaro Momochi. He was a tall, athletic boy with wavy dark brown hair and hazel eyes that made girls sigh. He had feminine eyelashes much like Heero's, but when it came to Heero it was girlish. For Kentaro, everyone said it made him more desirable. At the time Heero had almost snorted out his milk all over the speaker. Desirable. Hn.
Glitter-san glided onto school grounds and past the group who screamed and cried and reached out to touch him. Quatre was among them. At times like these, the Arabian boy truly disgusted Heero. After Glitter-san had passed, the group dispersed.
"Isn't he wonderful?" Quatre simpered, all sparkly again. Heero snorted. Quatre scowled. "You be quiet, Yuy. Just because you're asexual doesn't mean the rest of us have to be!"
Heero laughed. "I'm not asexual, Quat, just haven't found the right person yet," he said.
"Ha! You said person. See? You don't even know what you want," Quatre crowed.
Heero gave a secretive smiled. Yes I do, he thought, thinking of his pen pal from Athens, Georgia. In their last email, they'd described each other. Shin, as was the boy's pen name, had said he was a fair height, with cobalt blue eyes that sometimes turned violet in certain light and certain situations. Shin had also said that he had chestnut brown hair that fell to his thighs so he had to braid it. His name wasn't really Shin, but until they were absolutely sure about each other, they wouldn't exchange them. Heero knew, though, that he really liked talking to this boy. Tonight they were going to try instant messenging each other, sort of like talking face to face.
"What are you thinking about, Heero?" Quatre asked, strolling along beside his best friend as they headed for lunch.
"Oh nothing," Heero said, the secretive smile back.
"Oh, I already know," Quatre said, grinning. "It's your pen pal isn't it! I'm beginning to think you're in love." The blond began laughing. "That'll be the day. Heero Yuy Lowe in love. Bwahaha!"
"Urusai, Quatre," Heero said good naturedly. Then an evil grin spread across his face. He sucked in a breath and..."Look, Glitter-san's waving at you!" he cried loudly. Quatre, along with most of the people in the corridor, spun around and started frantically looking around.
"Where?! Where?!" Quatre cried, spinning in circles in his frenzy. He finally noticed Heero rolling on the floor, laughing his ass off. Unfortunately, so did several others. Quatre's usually sunny visage darkened. All the people in the corridor followed the blond as he slowly stalked up to the laughing Japanese teen.
"Yuy?" Quatre whispered. Heero looked up questioningly, laughter still falling helplessly from his lips. "Run." Finally noticing the angry mob behind Quatre, Heero scrambled to his feet and began to back away slowly.
"You don't have to do this Quat. We're all friends here, right?" Heero babbled. Quatre bared his teeth. "Right?" When he received no answer, Heero began to back away more rapidly. The mob let out a warlike howl and started after him. Screaming like a girl, Heero took off.
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Panting while on his walk home, Heero ranted at an impassive Quatre. "How could you and your angry mob chase me ALL DAY!" he shouted, waving his satchel for emphasis.
Quatre turned up his nose. "You deserved it, Yuy. How dare you lie about Momochi-kun?" he said, peeved.
"I told you I was sorry, Quat. It was a joke, a joke!" Heero exclaimed. "I-- "
"Woden, darling!" a cheery voice called. Heero groaned, it was his mother calling him by his childhood pet name. Woden meant Odin in Norse, which was his own father's name.
Quatre grinned. "Woden, darling!" he simpered, batting his eyelashes at an embarassed Heero.
"Kaasan!" Heero cried, hiding his face. Thalia came down the walkway from Heero's house and patted her son on the head. When Heero looked up, she gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
"My little bunny honey," she cooed, and reached out to cuddle him. Heero cried out in horror and ran away into his house. A moment later he leaned out his second floor window and called out, "I'll see you tomorrow, Q. No school, so let's see Lord of the Rings!" And the window slammed shut.
Thalia giggled. "That boy," she said, grinning. She turned to Quatre and ruffled his hair. "And how are you, young Winner?" she asked.
"I'm well, Mrs. Lowe," Quatre said politely, bowing low to her.
She smiled. "Such a nice boy. Well, I'll be going. I'd normally invite you in, but there's something important I have to tell Heero. We'll see you tomorrow."
"Of course, Mrs. Lowe. Sayonara," Quatre said, bowing again, then continuing on his way. Thalia entered her house and went upstairs to stand in front of Heero's closed door.
"Heero, honey?" she called. No answer. "Heero, darling, I need to talk to you." Still no answer. "Fine then, I'll tell you from here." Thalia took a deep breath. "We're moving."
At the speed of light, Heero's door flew open and slammed into the wall. He looked at his mother, clutching the doorjamb and breathing hard. "N-NANI?" he gasped.
###TBC###
Whaddya think? Good? Bad? Gay? Straight? Great in bed? Review and tell me, minna-san, and you'll get more OOC Heero and Quatre, and maybe a note from the mysterious pen pal!
Ja ne, Miaka