The year was After Colony 199, four years after the great war.
Gundams were gone and the world was peaceful, almost. Queen Relena
Peacecraft had took the thrown and made her kingdom prosper. OZ was no
more and the Earth and the colonies lived in peace with each other. Nothing
would be able to destroy the new way of life. Nothing that is, but one boy
with revenge on his mind.
Chapter 1: Death to the Gundams
Part 3: The Family of Winners
Quatre Rababa Winner. The fourth Gundam pilot and the richest. Born in a family with 40 sisters, he was the only son and inherited the Winner company after his fathers passing. Quatre kept himself hidden from people after the war, and only socialized with his closest friends; the Gundam pilots. He eventually opened up and let himself love. She was a blonde haired woman with an advanced knowloge of war. She was the barrier of Quatre's only child, a son. Quatre Rababa Winner II. On the day of his 1st birthday, his mother vanished. They later found her body, she had been murdered by some street thugs. Quatre knew it wasn't thugs, he knew who it was and he swore revenge. But he would never get it. He had to protect his son, and he dare not make a move that would hurt him.
When Quatre was six years old, in the year 205, there was a party held at the Winner mansion in which many people had attended. He stayed away from all of the guests and followed his father around. Quatre would always let him go with him everywhere, but this time was different. When a man with a long braid came, Quatre told him to go somewhere else. He watched his father walk with the man into the room, looking happy as ever. They had greeted each other as though they had not seen each other in years. The conversation they had was no where near it though. Quatre sat behind the door and listened the whole time.
"What brings you here? Don't tell me the world is coming to an end again." Quatre sat on the edge of his desk as the visitor looked at the pictures of the Winners. He turned and looked at him.
"The world is coming to an end," he said with a smirk. Quatre gave out a sigh. Though he seemed to be joking, it was true. The world was going to end, eventually, but that was not why he was there.
"Quatre, its going to happen and I'm going to stop it. I'm not asking you to help, I'm asking you to hide. I don't want to see you hurt my friend, I care too much. And I don't want him hurt either."
Quatre looked down. He had known this was coming, but he cared too much about the pain he sufferd from the loss of his wife.
"I can't. I have to protect my son. And I must get revenge. Tonight."
Duo smirked.
"Then I will help you. Tonight...you'll get your revenge. I promise. Alright?"
Quatre looked at him and thought. He could not endanger his friends life in this, but he knew there was no way he could try to talk him out of it. He gave out a sigh and he knew that he would help. The stranger placed his hand on the millionaire's shoulder and nodded. Little Quatre stepped away from the door as is opened and the man walked out with a grim look on his face. Though he was only six, he could tell by the expressions on the stranger's and his father's faces that something was wrong and he was right.
That night, Quatre cried himself to sleep. Since his mother's death, he had not been without his father. He woke up the next morning by his face being licked. When he woke he instantly started crying and wrapped his arms around the puppy's neck. He knew. He knew the whole time. A maid walked into the room and started cleaning; she dared not to ask him why he was crying. Soon after, one of his aunts entered the room. She didn't say a word, but just looked at him. He ran as fast as he could past her and out the doors. His father was dead. Murdered trying to protect him, trying to save him.
When Quatre turned 14, he had too much pressure on his shoulders. He packed up a few things in a bag and left for the front door.
"Young master Qautre, leaving somewhere?" Quatre's head sank at the voice of his mentor. He had known his father very well and had become like a father to him as well. When he was younger he would play jokes on him and hide, yet he would always find him. In a way he had become his friend, but Quatre still considered him as an elder.
He turned around and stared at him.
"Rashid...."
"I know where you are going."
Quatre raised an eyebrow and shifted the bag on his back.
"And now you're going to stop me, just like you always do. Damn it Rashid can't you ever just trust me? I want to be me, and can't be that when I'm running a company I don't want!
Rashid couldn't take it. His large hand slapped Quatre across the face.
"You need to watch your temper boy. I'm only looking out for you. If your father..." Quatre cut him off.
"Don't talk about my father Rashid. He has nothing to do with why I'm leaving."
"Yes he does. He has every reason on why you're leaving. I know that if he was in your place he would do the same thing. And though I would tell him not to,." he gave out a sigh, " but I would let him go, just as I am letting you."
Quatre's eyes widened. It could not be possible. Rashid was letting him go.
"Now go, before I change my mind. Oh and take this with you." He opened a drawer and pulled out two objects. one was a small hand gun with the letters "QW" engraved in the sides. The other was a small package wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. He placed the package in his bag and the handgun in his coat.
"Thanks Rashid." Quatre smiled and slipped out the door.
His mother was murdered, as was his father. The only link he had to the truth was the stranger that came that night. He set out to find him and to find the truth. There had to of been a reason why they were murdered and he intended to find it. He was not his father, he did not care for the Winner company. And though it was hard to hide himself, being the missing billionaire who was appearently kidnapped. But he would and he would die trying to find the truth.
Next Chapter: The Chang of Fire
A/N: I do not own Gundam Wing...and I do not own the names either for Gundam Wing. But this story is all mine and so is the names. If others have these names for their characters, it is just a coincidence. Thank you. PLEASE Read and Reveiw.
Chapter 1: Death to the Gundams
Part 3: The Family of Winners
Quatre Rababa Winner. The fourth Gundam pilot and the richest. Born in a family with 40 sisters, he was the only son and inherited the Winner company after his fathers passing. Quatre kept himself hidden from people after the war, and only socialized with his closest friends; the Gundam pilots. He eventually opened up and let himself love. She was a blonde haired woman with an advanced knowloge of war. She was the barrier of Quatre's only child, a son. Quatre Rababa Winner II. On the day of his 1st birthday, his mother vanished. They later found her body, she had been murdered by some street thugs. Quatre knew it wasn't thugs, he knew who it was and he swore revenge. But he would never get it. He had to protect his son, and he dare not make a move that would hurt him.
When Quatre was six years old, in the year 205, there was a party held at the Winner mansion in which many people had attended. He stayed away from all of the guests and followed his father around. Quatre would always let him go with him everywhere, but this time was different. When a man with a long braid came, Quatre told him to go somewhere else. He watched his father walk with the man into the room, looking happy as ever. They had greeted each other as though they had not seen each other in years. The conversation they had was no where near it though. Quatre sat behind the door and listened the whole time.
"What brings you here? Don't tell me the world is coming to an end again." Quatre sat on the edge of his desk as the visitor looked at the pictures of the Winners. He turned and looked at him.
"The world is coming to an end," he said with a smirk. Quatre gave out a sigh. Though he seemed to be joking, it was true. The world was going to end, eventually, but that was not why he was there.
"Quatre, its going to happen and I'm going to stop it. I'm not asking you to help, I'm asking you to hide. I don't want to see you hurt my friend, I care too much. And I don't want him hurt either."
Quatre looked down. He had known this was coming, but he cared too much about the pain he sufferd from the loss of his wife.
"I can't. I have to protect my son. And I must get revenge. Tonight."
Duo smirked.
"Then I will help you. Tonight...you'll get your revenge. I promise. Alright?"
Quatre looked at him and thought. He could not endanger his friends life in this, but he knew there was no way he could try to talk him out of it. He gave out a sigh and he knew that he would help. The stranger placed his hand on the millionaire's shoulder and nodded. Little Quatre stepped away from the door as is opened and the man walked out with a grim look on his face. Though he was only six, he could tell by the expressions on the stranger's and his father's faces that something was wrong and he was right.
That night, Quatre cried himself to sleep. Since his mother's death, he had not been without his father. He woke up the next morning by his face being licked. When he woke he instantly started crying and wrapped his arms around the puppy's neck. He knew. He knew the whole time. A maid walked into the room and started cleaning; she dared not to ask him why he was crying. Soon after, one of his aunts entered the room. She didn't say a word, but just looked at him. He ran as fast as he could past her and out the doors. His father was dead. Murdered trying to protect him, trying to save him.
When Quatre turned 14, he had too much pressure on his shoulders. He packed up a few things in a bag and left for the front door.
"Young master Qautre, leaving somewhere?" Quatre's head sank at the voice of his mentor. He had known his father very well and had become like a father to him as well. When he was younger he would play jokes on him and hide, yet he would always find him. In a way he had become his friend, but Quatre still considered him as an elder.
He turned around and stared at him.
"Rashid...."
"I know where you are going."
Quatre raised an eyebrow and shifted the bag on his back.
"And now you're going to stop me, just like you always do. Damn it Rashid can't you ever just trust me? I want to be me, and can't be that when I'm running a company I don't want!
Rashid couldn't take it. His large hand slapped Quatre across the face.
"You need to watch your temper boy. I'm only looking out for you. If your father..." Quatre cut him off.
"Don't talk about my father Rashid. He has nothing to do with why I'm leaving."
"Yes he does. He has every reason on why you're leaving. I know that if he was in your place he would do the same thing. And though I would tell him not to,." he gave out a sigh, " but I would let him go, just as I am letting you."
Quatre's eyes widened. It could not be possible. Rashid was letting him go.
"Now go, before I change my mind. Oh and take this with you." He opened a drawer and pulled out two objects. one was a small hand gun with the letters "QW" engraved in the sides. The other was a small package wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. He placed the package in his bag and the handgun in his coat.
"Thanks Rashid." Quatre smiled and slipped out the door.
His mother was murdered, as was his father. The only link he had to the truth was the stranger that came that night. He set out to find him and to find the truth. There had to of been a reason why they were murdered and he intended to find it. He was not his father, he did not care for the Winner company. And though it was hard to hide himself, being the missing billionaire who was appearently kidnapped. But he would and he would die trying to find the truth.
Next Chapter: The Chang of Fire
A/N: I do not own Gundam Wing...and I do not own the names either for Gundam Wing. But this story is all mine and so is the names. If others have these names for their characters, it is just a coincidence. Thank you. PLEASE Read and Reveiw.
