Chapter Three: Crossings Of Death
Quinn walked over to the bar and sat on a stool. There were many gruff looking men in the pub, and they all stared at the "pretty boy," that just wandered in. He looked at the tender and just asked for a water. The man laughed but gave it to him.
"You'd been fightin' out there kid?," the tender asked. "Ain't that dangerous?"
Quinn drank the glass and set it down. The water was cold and refreshing, good from a hard day's work. He didn't respond, but instead looked over at the doors as they moved in and then closed as a young women walked in. Her hair was long and black, braided and down to the side. Quinn watched her, as all the other hungry men did.
She stepped over to the bar and stood next to him. She was quite aware of the drooling men throughout the bar but she asked the tender for a glass of sambooka and drank to herself. For some reason, Quinn had this urge to talk to her, but decided not to. He never talked when around people, especially those younger than him. For what could people of his generation tell him about his father?
When he finally decided it was time to leave, the girl walked away from the bar and over towards a wall of pictures, where she became very interested in one. It was Quinn's favorite picture on the "Memory Wall." It was a picture of seven young men.
"Do you know one of them?"he asked her as he stood behind her. Her hand moved slowly down to her side and rested on her hip. She wore a red Kimono that was undone, and when she had walked in, he had seen the hilt of some blade hidden beneath her robe.
"I know one. I'm searching for the man on the far left. His name is..."
"Wu Fei." He cut her off. she placed her hand inside her robe and turned to face him. Her eyes were dark and she looked at him. "You know him?"
"Not personally. But he was a friend of my family's. I had seen him once, the year he died."
Her coal eyes seemed to look into his soul. Quinn ran his hand through his hair, as he did often, then she began to walk passed him. He figured he should say something but once again, stayed silent. She walked outside the pub and he took up his backpack and proceeded behind her. When he got outside she was gone. He looked around and shook his head. He gave it no second thought as he headed down the street towards a work shop. Hopefully, he could get something useful there, like perhaps, a ride.
Chennelle stood on the building watching the boy. He knew her father. A "friend of the family." She followed him as he walked through the crowded streets of Praise. She had gone to W.G 's on a hunch given to her by an old man who worked at Winner Corp. For years now she had been searching for answers for her father's murder, and this is the closest she had become. The man told her, "Go to G.W.'s, and look for a young boy. You may think I'm crazy, but he's the one who can help you." She never would have listened to the man if he didn't have but one thing. A tattoo of barbed wire around his wrist.
Quinn walked up to the Force shop and peeked inside. He walked over to the pair of legs that extended out from under a suit.
"Um excuse me sir. I'm a private solider and was wondering if you could direct me to the nearest train station." Quinn asked. He knew, but planned on getting some information before he left. The mechanic slid out from under the suit covered in grease and stood up.
SHE wiped her face and hands and looked at the boy. She was almost as tall as him, dressed in a blue jumpsuit with the top down. She wore a black tanktop and a pair of goggles. She lowered the goggles around her neck and looked at him. Her dark blue eyes looking into his emerald ones.
"It's about two miles away." He blushed at what he called her and stroked his hair back.
"Oh, okay. Thank you." He looked her over. She was very beautiful. Her long brown hair was braided and rested over her shoulder. He realized he was staring and turned to walk away in the direction of the station.
"You look like you could use a rest," she hollered to him as she cleaned up. He paused and looked back at her. In her ear was an earring with two crystals hanging down from it. His eyes widened for a second and he remembered back. The picture in the pub, the beautiful girl, the man. Then he snapped to and shook his head.
"I don't want to be a bother."
"You'd be no bother," she said,"you're the first clean-hearted man I've seen in years."
Chennelle stood beside the building, out of sight, listening. Normally, she never would have wasted so much time on a bunch of kids. but she couldn't say no. She looked down at the bracelet around her wrist as she listened in.
"My name is Duet. Consider yourself lucky. I'm not nice to very many guys."
"Uh...Qua..Quinn. My name is Quinn."
He decided it wouldn't hurt to stay, besides a bed actually sounded good for a change. She walked up towards the apartment section of the shop and he followed behind at a distance, pausing momentarily to watch Chennelle pass by the entrance swiftly. Perhaps curiosity, is contagious after all.
Next Chapter: The Forgotten Heart
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 Review.
