Author's Disclaimer for entire story: Gundam Wing and its characters does
not belong to me. This is done solely for the sake of entertainment.
Author's notes:
Okay, this is a sequel for 'Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road'. You should read that first if you want to understand what's going on here. This story occurs a few months after the reunion of the pilots. I f you have any questions please tell me and I'll try to clarify things to the best of my ability. Please review if you have time. Enjoy!
Once and Again
1. The beginning of matters:
Narrator's POV:
"Duo," called Quatre, knocking at his door, "breakfast's ready."
The seventeen-year-old blonde shook his head at the muffled groan he received as an answer, and the crashes that ensued as Duo tried to reach his en suite bathroom as he went to call the others. Heero was typing yet another program on his laptop, probably to block Relena's perpetual messages; Trowa was already in the kitchen and Wu Fei was practicing in the garden. A few war-free months had done nothing to change the young pilots, although they had come to value their friendship after nearly losing one of them at the desert base. Saying that they were brothers would not have been a great mistake. They now lived together at one of the Winner mansions on Earth, because Quatre had taken up his duties as the CEO of the Winner Enterprises.
Quatre walked into the kitchen to be met by an amused Trowa.
"No luck in getting them to breakfast?" he asked. The blonde shrugged.
"It's hard to decide which is harder to get, Duo from his bed or Heero from his laptop. Good morning, Wu Fei," he greeted the Chinese.
"Morning, Winner, Barton," he replied briefly and sat down to his porridge. Duo and Heero soon followed, to Quatre's relief. Due to the fact that Duo was still halfway in comatose mode, and he was hungry after getting up from bed, breakfast was finished quickly and without incidents. Trowa and Heero began to clear the table, while Quatre began to get ready for work. He emerged from his room a few minutes later, clad in a plain button-up shirt and pants. Quatre wore suits only when there were official meetings with delegates of other companies, otherwise he was simple in his clothes.
"Going to work now? It's still seven-thirty," said Wu Fei
"I know, Wu Fei, but I need to get there early. I have some extra work to do. I don't know if I'm coming to dinner, but I'll call you. See you later; have a nice day."
"You too, Quat," said Duo.
Quatre decided to ride his motorcycle to work; the streets were getting crowded. He had dismissed the housemaids and butlers of the mansion when they first came to live here on Earth. He didn't want his friends to feel uncomfortable, and anyway they could take care of themselves well enough.
"Good morning, Master Quatre."
"Good morning, Jamal," replied Quatre to the guard. "And don't call me 'master', please."
"Yes, Master Quatre," replied Jamal with an arch smile. It was almost an everyday routine; Quatre couldn't intimidate the workers into dropping the titles like Samra did when someone called her Anisa (Miss).
Samra... Quatre smiled as he thought of his sister. He owed her a lot for returning his friends to him when he withdrew into the desert after being rejected after the end of the war. His thoughts were returned to earth with a crash at the sight of the four-foot tall pile of files on his desk. Time to work... he reminded himself as he sat at the desk.
Over all, it was just another normal day in their lives. However, that was the calm that precedes the storm, or rather, the return...
"Injustice!" yelled Wu Fei from his room. "You're cheating!"
"But I don't know where that ace came from, Wu-man!" came Duo's reply as the chase began.
Trowa shook his head as he looked up from his book. The previous incident happened almost every time Duo and Wu Fei played cards. And since Quatre wasn't there to save him, Duo would probably end up tied in a broom cupboard, unless Heero decided that the noise was too loud for his work.
Said perfect soldier came into the library away from the racket. Trowa looked at him, amused.
"What did he try this time, Heero?"
"He had some extra cards hidden in his sleeve. I've been wondering why he didn't fold them up as usual. Wu Fei should really try something else; that cupboard is getting fed up of having Duo instead of brooms," joked Heero. (OOC-ness? Maybe, but I hate to have an ice-block Heero in my stories XP)
Before Trowa could answer, the vid-phone rang as Duo and Wu Fei came into the library. On hearing the second ring, Duo shot towards the phone, hoping that it was Quatre.
"Hn," growled Wu Fei, "saved by the phone."
"Yo, Quat – " Duo stopped abruptly in mid-sentence. The pilots looked at him in surprise as he tried to compose himself. "Ah... er... hello, Samra, nice to see you..."
Samra was still the same as Duo remembered her, a girl of nineteen bearing striking resemblance to her younger brother. But Duo didn't remember seeing her that worried, or that glare in her azure eyes. She looked ready to kill.
"Hello, Duo," she replied tersely, "where's Quatre?"
"He's still at the office," said Duo, "you can call him there if you want..."
"No, I'll call him later. Just tell him when he comes back that I called, okay?"
"Sure, anything else?"
"No, thanks. Bye."
Duo looked at his comrades, eyebrows raised almost to his hairline. Silence reigned for a few moments until Wu Fei cut the silence,
"Your eyebrows are going to remain like that if you don't put them down, baka," he said, going to sit at the sofa.
Duo, for once, did not retaliate. He shrugged and followed suit. Obviously, Duo was very confused. True, he had seen Samra angry before – but nothing like this...
"I guess we'll know when Quatre comes back," said Trowa at last.
"Yeah," agreed Heero. "It might be family matters, for all we know."
And thus the matter ended, or so they thought. That was only the beginning of the events that would take place...
ooOOoo
A couple of hours after his arrival found Quatre waist-deep in work. Folders and papers were spread all over the desk in a neat mess. Quatre had his sleeves folded up, working away at the never-ending pile, oblivious of time passing by.
After finishing the nth folder of the day, Quatre was relieved to see that only a dozen files remained on the desk. He glanced at his watch for the first time since he entered the office.
"Five-thirty," he sighed, "I missed lunch without calling them. But since they haven't surrounded the place with guns drawn I guess they aren't worried." He chuckled, but his laugh was suddenly cut by a sharp pain in his chest. The blonde doubled over, tears of pain forming in his eyes. Then it was gone as quickly as it came. Quatre took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His empathic sense had caught on a source of a great pain and worry, but he knew that it was someone near to him, or the pain wouldn't have been that great.
"Allah... what happened?" he wondered as he tried to finish the remaining work as quickly as possible and get home.
...
"See you later, Master Quatre," said Jamal as the young CEO exited the building.
"Have a nice evening, Jamal," replied Quatre as he mounted his bike. Finally, time to go home...
"Good evening, Winner," said Wu Fei as he opened the door.
"Hello, Wu Fei," replied Quatre tiredly, "sorry I didn't call you this afternoon."
"It's okay, Quat," said Duo as the blonde seated himself beside the braided teenager, "we only had to reinforce the outlets of the house with Gundanium to stop our perfect soldier here from rampaging the Winner enterprises with a full-forced Wing Zero attack."
"Hn, baka," replied Heero, giving him a traditional death glare.
"Samra called you today while you were at work, Quatre," said Trowa.
"Samra?" echoed the blonde, remembering the incident in his office. "Did she leave a message?"
"No, but she seemed quite worried," said Wu Fei.
On hearing this, Quatre's thoughts began to take a dark turning, but he stopped himself from jumping to conclusions. "Uh... okay, I'll go call her now," he finally said, going to the vid-phone.
Waiting for the machine to establish a connection with his sister, the empathic wondered what had happened that was so terrible. Wasn't the war over?
The answer to his question came almost instantly as Samra's agitated face came on screen.
"Samra –" he began, but she cut him before he could say anything, yelling in her native language,
"Quatre! Katalu osrat Rama! Yuridunal harb!"
"WHAT?"
-- end of chapter one –
Author's Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters does not belong to me.
Author's notes:
I would like to thank all those who readreviewed my first fic 'Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road', especially silverklaw and weissangel24. And since it was liked by many people, here's the sequel for you guys.
Oh, I left you at a particularly nasty part, didn't I? Apparently, what Samra said – or yelled, to be exact – at the end is in Arabic, but I'm not going to tell you the translation now. Sadly, I'm up to my waist in unfinished fics, and I'll think about a sequel for 'Sound the engine now'. But reviews will definitely make me write faster! Please spare some time to review. Thank you for reading! See you later!
Free Skylark. 16 June 2004.
Author's notes:
Okay, this is a sequel for 'Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road'. You should read that first if you want to understand what's going on here. This story occurs a few months after the reunion of the pilots. I f you have any questions please tell me and I'll try to clarify things to the best of my ability. Please review if you have time. Enjoy!
Once and Again
1. The beginning of matters:
Narrator's POV:
"Duo," called Quatre, knocking at his door, "breakfast's ready."
The seventeen-year-old blonde shook his head at the muffled groan he received as an answer, and the crashes that ensued as Duo tried to reach his en suite bathroom as he went to call the others. Heero was typing yet another program on his laptop, probably to block Relena's perpetual messages; Trowa was already in the kitchen and Wu Fei was practicing in the garden. A few war-free months had done nothing to change the young pilots, although they had come to value their friendship after nearly losing one of them at the desert base. Saying that they were brothers would not have been a great mistake. They now lived together at one of the Winner mansions on Earth, because Quatre had taken up his duties as the CEO of the Winner Enterprises.
Quatre walked into the kitchen to be met by an amused Trowa.
"No luck in getting them to breakfast?" he asked. The blonde shrugged.
"It's hard to decide which is harder to get, Duo from his bed or Heero from his laptop. Good morning, Wu Fei," he greeted the Chinese.
"Morning, Winner, Barton," he replied briefly and sat down to his porridge. Duo and Heero soon followed, to Quatre's relief. Due to the fact that Duo was still halfway in comatose mode, and he was hungry after getting up from bed, breakfast was finished quickly and without incidents. Trowa and Heero began to clear the table, while Quatre began to get ready for work. He emerged from his room a few minutes later, clad in a plain button-up shirt and pants. Quatre wore suits only when there were official meetings with delegates of other companies, otherwise he was simple in his clothes.
"Going to work now? It's still seven-thirty," said Wu Fei
"I know, Wu Fei, but I need to get there early. I have some extra work to do. I don't know if I'm coming to dinner, but I'll call you. See you later; have a nice day."
"You too, Quat," said Duo.
Quatre decided to ride his motorcycle to work; the streets were getting crowded. He had dismissed the housemaids and butlers of the mansion when they first came to live here on Earth. He didn't want his friends to feel uncomfortable, and anyway they could take care of themselves well enough.
"Good morning, Master Quatre."
"Good morning, Jamal," replied Quatre to the guard. "And don't call me 'master', please."
"Yes, Master Quatre," replied Jamal with an arch smile. It was almost an everyday routine; Quatre couldn't intimidate the workers into dropping the titles like Samra did when someone called her Anisa (Miss).
Samra... Quatre smiled as he thought of his sister. He owed her a lot for returning his friends to him when he withdrew into the desert after being rejected after the end of the war. His thoughts were returned to earth with a crash at the sight of the four-foot tall pile of files on his desk. Time to work... he reminded himself as he sat at the desk.
Over all, it was just another normal day in their lives. However, that was the calm that precedes the storm, or rather, the return...
"Injustice!" yelled Wu Fei from his room. "You're cheating!"
"But I don't know where that ace came from, Wu-man!" came Duo's reply as the chase began.
Trowa shook his head as he looked up from his book. The previous incident happened almost every time Duo and Wu Fei played cards. And since Quatre wasn't there to save him, Duo would probably end up tied in a broom cupboard, unless Heero decided that the noise was too loud for his work.
Said perfect soldier came into the library away from the racket. Trowa looked at him, amused.
"What did he try this time, Heero?"
"He had some extra cards hidden in his sleeve. I've been wondering why he didn't fold them up as usual. Wu Fei should really try something else; that cupboard is getting fed up of having Duo instead of brooms," joked Heero. (OOC-ness? Maybe, but I hate to have an ice-block Heero in my stories XP)
Before Trowa could answer, the vid-phone rang as Duo and Wu Fei came into the library. On hearing the second ring, Duo shot towards the phone, hoping that it was Quatre.
"Hn," growled Wu Fei, "saved by the phone."
"Yo, Quat – " Duo stopped abruptly in mid-sentence. The pilots looked at him in surprise as he tried to compose himself. "Ah... er... hello, Samra, nice to see you..."
Samra was still the same as Duo remembered her, a girl of nineteen bearing striking resemblance to her younger brother. But Duo didn't remember seeing her that worried, or that glare in her azure eyes. She looked ready to kill.
"Hello, Duo," she replied tersely, "where's Quatre?"
"He's still at the office," said Duo, "you can call him there if you want..."
"No, I'll call him later. Just tell him when he comes back that I called, okay?"
"Sure, anything else?"
"No, thanks. Bye."
Duo looked at his comrades, eyebrows raised almost to his hairline. Silence reigned for a few moments until Wu Fei cut the silence,
"Your eyebrows are going to remain like that if you don't put them down, baka," he said, going to sit at the sofa.
Duo, for once, did not retaliate. He shrugged and followed suit. Obviously, Duo was very confused. True, he had seen Samra angry before – but nothing like this...
"I guess we'll know when Quatre comes back," said Trowa at last.
"Yeah," agreed Heero. "It might be family matters, for all we know."
And thus the matter ended, or so they thought. That was only the beginning of the events that would take place...
ooOOoo
A couple of hours after his arrival found Quatre waist-deep in work. Folders and papers were spread all over the desk in a neat mess. Quatre had his sleeves folded up, working away at the never-ending pile, oblivious of time passing by.
After finishing the nth folder of the day, Quatre was relieved to see that only a dozen files remained on the desk. He glanced at his watch for the first time since he entered the office.
"Five-thirty," he sighed, "I missed lunch without calling them. But since they haven't surrounded the place with guns drawn I guess they aren't worried." He chuckled, but his laugh was suddenly cut by a sharp pain in his chest. The blonde doubled over, tears of pain forming in his eyes. Then it was gone as quickly as it came. Quatre took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His empathic sense had caught on a source of a great pain and worry, but he knew that it was someone near to him, or the pain wouldn't have been that great.
"Allah... what happened?" he wondered as he tried to finish the remaining work as quickly as possible and get home.
...
"See you later, Master Quatre," said Jamal as the young CEO exited the building.
"Have a nice evening, Jamal," replied Quatre as he mounted his bike. Finally, time to go home...
"Good evening, Winner," said Wu Fei as he opened the door.
"Hello, Wu Fei," replied Quatre tiredly, "sorry I didn't call you this afternoon."
"It's okay, Quat," said Duo as the blonde seated himself beside the braided teenager, "we only had to reinforce the outlets of the house with Gundanium to stop our perfect soldier here from rampaging the Winner enterprises with a full-forced Wing Zero attack."
"Hn, baka," replied Heero, giving him a traditional death glare.
"Samra called you today while you were at work, Quatre," said Trowa.
"Samra?" echoed the blonde, remembering the incident in his office. "Did she leave a message?"
"No, but she seemed quite worried," said Wu Fei.
On hearing this, Quatre's thoughts began to take a dark turning, but he stopped himself from jumping to conclusions. "Uh... okay, I'll go call her now," he finally said, going to the vid-phone.
Waiting for the machine to establish a connection with his sister, the empathic wondered what had happened that was so terrible. Wasn't the war over?
The answer to his question came almost instantly as Samra's agitated face came on screen.
"Samra –" he began, but she cut him before he could say anything, yelling in her native language,
"Quatre! Katalu osrat Rama! Yuridunal harb!"
"WHAT?"
-- end of chapter one –
Author's Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters does not belong to me.
Author's notes:
I would like to thank all those who readreviewed my first fic 'Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road', especially silverklaw and weissangel24. And since it was liked by many people, here's the sequel for you guys.
Oh, I left you at a particularly nasty part, didn't I? Apparently, what Samra said – or yelled, to be exact – at the end is in Arabic, but I'm not going to tell you the translation now. Sadly, I'm up to my waist in unfinished fics, and I'll think about a sequel for 'Sound the engine now'. But reviews will definitely make me write faster! Please spare some time to review. Thank you for reading! See you later!
Free Skylark. 16 June 2004.