Title: Duel, Chapter One, One on One
Summary: Have no clue yet.. but count on someone else to challenge this time.
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"Please wait here while I get Master Quatre." Dorothy nodded as the man ran towards Quatre's retreat. She looked around her, it was impressive. Even that Velvet Rose had to admit, it was pretty lonely for a bachelor.
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The words are taking me in
In place of you
Quatre listened to the door open quietly squeaking. "Hmm? What is it Ahmed?" The Desert Prince didn't look over at the boy; instead he continued to stare out to his window.
"There is someone here to see you Master Quatre." The man bowed towards the boy's back, Quatre was in his thinking mood today; it wasn't usual.
Quatre furrowed his brow, taking more sips as they conversed in silence. "Who is it?"
"Someone by the name of Catalonia Master Quatre." He looked down, concerned.
No sip. The Desert Prince looked down at to his side before closing his eyes. Greenish-blue bowed unprofessionally to an invisible girl in the window. Understanding filled his grace as he stood up; placing the cup on the table.
"Send her in."
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The Desert Prince was standing at his perch now, looking down gloriously at his kingdom. He wanted to laugh, laugh, laugh his way out. He turned around to the Velvet Rose sipping her tea, usually he would have smiled. But only God knew why he didn't want to.
She could tell he wasn't in his normal mood today, something was edgy about him. His vulnerable strands sticking to the sweat on his face, concentrating without the Zero system this time. Dorothy smiled, his figure stood to the right of her.
He was a like a little innocent doll, covered in spikes; but only on the places you dare hold him. Quatre could be manhandled, but he had his own way of protecting himself. The thought made her smile. My, isn't he the perfect match for a duel.
They had sat in silence for the last five, ten minutes. Neither of them willing to speak, each one growing more cautious of one another; each one getting ready to block a careless move. Yes, this was nothing like Quatre at all. Dorothy loved the fact she could make him uncomfortable.
He broke the silence, he knew why she was here. "How are you Dorothy? It's been a long time seen we've seen each other." Quatre's voice was a stone hitting Dorothy unexpectedly.
So he wanted to play games, then games they would play.
I want to tell you something
But telling you would make me lose
The weaker I am
The harder I'll fall into your arms
At night
"Miss Catalonia if you don't mind Quatre." She perfectly arched a brow, so she had recovered. He could tell, but he knew where he could hit her.
"Sure thing Miss Catalonia." Quatre's voice was normal now, catching her off guard again. She struggled, so he proved to be a good actor too; this would prove to be fun.
Dorothy took another sip and looked back up at him, he faced the window again. "I see you have recovered since our last Duel Quatre." Inside herself she smirked, she wanted to laugh, laugh, laugh until she died.
It was cruel really, wrong in every aspect but she had to win. Weak minds lost, and Dorothy Catalonia was anything but weak.
Quatre wanted to make this as uncomfortable for her as he could, he would use Duo's attack. A lot had changed in a few years, a lot had changed. "Please Miss Catalonia call me. Q-man."
Dorothy stopped sipping in her tea, instead she wanted to spit it out across at him and walk out. But she kept her stance, she still has some dignity left. "Yes.. Q-man, interesting name."
He smiled as he looked into the desert, her reflection only a few feet away from him. Thanks Duo, I owe you one. "A kind friend of mine lent it to me a while back." Dorothy noticed as his voice focused onto the word Kind, enveloping it with his soft mouth. He would win this duel and she would let him on accident.
She merely sipped on her tea, continuing to test his ability to perform; to see his breaking points. But he caught hers first, having twenty nine sisters didn't show for nothing. It was time for him to make his performance.
He slowly marched towards her, ready for his daring act to set wildfire in the room. Dorothy looked up at his eyes, daring him to step closer; so he did. Quatre watched as the wild beauty sprung from her eyes as he knelt before her.
Silence.
The stars and sun will move forever
Leaving us to dance upon the moon
Quatre went in for his dare; he was not one of much shame and it would be over within seconds. Nothing but a faint memory to run back to. He was no longer naïve, but prepared and swift; still in an only-Quatre-can- accomplish way.
She soon found herself face to face with the smiling grace. Being pulled in by the moment Dorothy found herself being captivated by the young Soldier. She moved forward as they inched closer and closer together then, Quatre did his dare, he had won.
Quicker than the sandstorm outside he dodged the kiss; hitting her where it hurt. As he aimed for her ear their cheeks brushed; again she was awoken by the spell. Without even a faint whisper, only a giggling smile he finally met his destination Quatre declared victor.
Jupiter could not hold our lust
Yet the sun would not be big enough for the two of us
The Velvet Rose began to show her heavenly thorns, throwing him off of her she spoke; her voice trembling. "Do not come any closer to me Quatre Raberba Winner!" The Velvet Rose stood, breathing deeply; as she stormed out the door Quatre couldn't help but smile.
He sat for a few seconds watching her exit. His left leg was arched upward, and his right lay slanted towards the floor underneath. Quatre rested his arm on his left leg, taking up his right hand he began to clap. It was beautiful and he still bowed.
With an understanding smile he stood up, facing the only door in the massive room. As a finale Quatre bowed with a sweeping arm. When he rose, ending his encore he offered his hand to a Velvet Rose. As he spoke with the charm of a knight in shining armor; he challenged her one last time. To win.
"It was nice to see you too... Miss Catalonia."
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Ahmed showed Dorothy to her guest room, ignoring the severe tension growing between them. As she opened the door and walked inside he spoke. "Here is.."
Ahmed's voice no longer clung to the air around her, Dorothy locked the door. Not too shabby; fireplace, decent bedding, and the list went on and on. She was impressed. Dorothy Catalonia shook her head in frustration and hissed at herself in the mirror across the room.
She made her way for the mirror, eyeing the rest of the room as she went.
Dorothy took a seat at the vanity table, examining it as her eyes swept the white paint. The Velvet Rose picked up a black brush that lay beside her, tickled in faint pink flowers. Slowly but surely she began to comb in her own deadly grace. With each six second stroke interval she relived the Duel. And with each stroke she stroked with more forced.
"And he didn't even have to speak." She slammed her fists onto the table, palms facing the white painted mahogany wood. Dorothy took deep breaths and sighed, walking off to the medieval type bedding. As she sat upon the bed she sighed, giving into the hospitality that presented itself around her. She removed her black shoes and relaxed, planning her next move.
He had no shame as they sat in that room; it was a streak she had not seen within the Platinum Gold before. Personally, she wasn't surprised. It was almost as if what happened in that room was expected to be keep as a secret, silent whisper, something to be kept within the shadows. But what if she didn't keep her side of the deal? Her eyes lit up as she massaged her feet: a weakness.
So there was one way to win; Dorothy took up a silent laugh as the idea gave birth in her head. He may not have shame one on one, but she knew for certain that he would with many in that room. And that was all she needed, with a quick leap; regaining herself completely. She ran to her window and eyed the storm outside.
Triumphantly she exclaimed, though silently in her sly maneuvers Dorothy Catalonia whispered, ready for her big performance. "I hope you like to dance Mr. Winner." She laughed deeply within herself, chuckling as if she were on fire inside. "I truly hope you like to dance."
Her eyes scanned the distance of the desert, a faint gleam laughed coldly emitting future regret within her eyes. It was war.
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She put down the receiver and faced the doorway to the living room; calling to him. "Hey Duo." Hilde called from the kitchen, to the man who lay on the couch. He grumbled in response, pretending to lay in peace. She rolled her eyes and shouted softly. "DUO!"
The Street Rat, bent his black cap over his eyes; helping him to relax. Ugh, great. "Huh?" He stretched, the phone call earlier had awoken him; uncomfortable. Duo waited for her to answer; he would kill whoever was on that phone.
The Daring Dreamer took up a ladle, beginning to stir their dinner. "Apparently Dorothy called, she's invited us over to Quatre's place for a get together." They had been dating for a few months now; The Daring Dreamer and the Street Rat. Nothing would go wrong; because he was the guy for her.
Quatre? Almost biting for an answer this time. "Huh?" Duo sprang up and stared into the kitchen; But? Quatre huh? Woulda thought. "At Quatre's?"
Hilde nodded her head while she threw a few carrots into the soup, sipping it she questioned; no suspicion. "Yeah, why?" The least serious of the five couples; they hadn't grown one bit. Well, Duo had.
The Street Rat smiled, picking up his arms he folded them behind his head; letting himself float back into the couch. "But Dorothy called right?" Duo had to admit, it was about time. Everyone knew it would happen, everyone wanted it to happen. Personally Duo wished they would get it over with; no doubt Quatre would be the first to get married off.
"Uhh, yeah." She stopped stirring, staring into the living room; the darkness hid the Street Rat from her. Hilde turned off the stove and began to set up the table.
He examined the cold dark popcorn on top of the ceiling. Chuckle; it was his trademark. It wasn't too loud and it wasn't too evil, it was Duo. "At least he's found someone."
The problem had arisen a few weeks ago, when Trowa began to pop out of no where. Something Duo would almost call suspicious. Trowa with no girlfriend, Catherine out of his reach, Hilde being in town. It just didn't seem right to him, it seemed too right for him; as if it were planned.
Trowa wasn't a bad looking guy, Duo had to admit that; none of them were really. That's why the girls seemed easy to come by. (Hilde wasn't a bad looking girl, Trowa had to admit that.) But still, Duo had to keep it steady; he wasn't sure of it yet.
The Daring Dreamer stopped dead in her footsteps, in the middle of the doorway; she still held two plates. "What did you say?"
The Street Rat, closed his eyes; soothing his breathing. It wasn't time for a break out; it was time for a reunion. Breathing deeply, he slightly opened his eyes; Duo watched her shadow move about in the kitchen. The kitchen light's attacking the walls like a flashlight shinning into the living room.
He had to admit, he was lucky. There was no use for those plates yet.
The moon isn't lying
It's about time you came out about it
And I'm not just talking about Him
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A/N: Man, that one took forever!! =P Well I just started school again so the chapters are going to take a while longer. =) =) I'm off to do my homework.. I'll be back to write another soon. =) =) Tell me how you like. Uh oh.. Trowa and Hilde? What's this!?
Summary: Have no clue yet.. but count on someone else to challenge this time.
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"Please wait here while I get Master Quatre." Dorothy nodded as the man ran towards Quatre's retreat. She looked around her, it was impressive. Even that Velvet Rose had to admit, it was pretty lonely for a bachelor.
==
The words are taking me in
In place of you
Quatre listened to the door open quietly squeaking. "Hmm? What is it Ahmed?" The Desert Prince didn't look over at the boy; instead he continued to stare out to his window.
"There is someone here to see you Master Quatre." The man bowed towards the boy's back, Quatre was in his thinking mood today; it wasn't usual.
Quatre furrowed his brow, taking more sips as they conversed in silence. "Who is it?"
"Someone by the name of Catalonia Master Quatre." He looked down, concerned.
No sip. The Desert Prince looked down at to his side before closing his eyes. Greenish-blue bowed unprofessionally to an invisible girl in the window. Understanding filled his grace as he stood up; placing the cup on the table.
"Send her in."
==
The Desert Prince was standing at his perch now, looking down gloriously at his kingdom. He wanted to laugh, laugh, laugh his way out. He turned around to the Velvet Rose sipping her tea, usually he would have smiled. But only God knew why he didn't want to.
She could tell he wasn't in his normal mood today, something was edgy about him. His vulnerable strands sticking to the sweat on his face, concentrating without the Zero system this time. Dorothy smiled, his figure stood to the right of her.
He was a like a little innocent doll, covered in spikes; but only on the places you dare hold him. Quatre could be manhandled, but he had his own way of protecting himself. The thought made her smile. My, isn't he the perfect match for a duel.
They had sat in silence for the last five, ten minutes. Neither of them willing to speak, each one growing more cautious of one another; each one getting ready to block a careless move. Yes, this was nothing like Quatre at all. Dorothy loved the fact she could make him uncomfortable.
He broke the silence, he knew why she was here. "How are you Dorothy? It's been a long time seen we've seen each other." Quatre's voice was a stone hitting Dorothy unexpectedly.
So he wanted to play games, then games they would play.
I want to tell you something
But telling you would make me lose
The weaker I am
The harder I'll fall into your arms
At night
"Miss Catalonia if you don't mind Quatre." She perfectly arched a brow, so she had recovered. He could tell, but he knew where he could hit her.
"Sure thing Miss Catalonia." Quatre's voice was normal now, catching her off guard again. She struggled, so he proved to be a good actor too; this would prove to be fun.
Dorothy took another sip and looked back up at him, he faced the window again. "I see you have recovered since our last Duel Quatre." Inside herself she smirked, she wanted to laugh, laugh, laugh until she died.
It was cruel really, wrong in every aspect but she had to win. Weak minds lost, and Dorothy Catalonia was anything but weak.
Quatre wanted to make this as uncomfortable for her as he could, he would use Duo's attack. A lot had changed in a few years, a lot had changed. "Please Miss Catalonia call me. Q-man."
Dorothy stopped sipping in her tea, instead she wanted to spit it out across at him and walk out. But she kept her stance, she still has some dignity left. "Yes.. Q-man, interesting name."
He smiled as he looked into the desert, her reflection only a few feet away from him. Thanks Duo, I owe you one. "A kind friend of mine lent it to me a while back." Dorothy noticed as his voice focused onto the word Kind, enveloping it with his soft mouth. He would win this duel and she would let him on accident.
She merely sipped on her tea, continuing to test his ability to perform; to see his breaking points. But he caught hers first, having twenty nine sisters didn't show for nothing. It was time for him to make his performance.
He slowly marched towards her, ready for his daring act to set wildfire in the room. Dorothy looked up at his eyes, daring him to step closer; so he did. Quatre watched as the wild beauty sprung from her eyes as he knelt before her.
Silence.
The stars and sun will move forever
Leaving us to dance upon the moon
Quatre went in for his dare; he was not one of much shame and it would be over within seconds. Nothing but a faint memory to run back to. He was no longer naïve, but prepared and swift; still in an only-Quatre-can- accomplish way.
She soon found herself face to face with the smiling grace. Being pulled in by the moment Dorothy found herself being captivated by the young Soldier. She moved forward as they inched closer and closer together then, Quatre did his dare, he had won.
Quicker than the sandstorm outside he dodged the kiss; hitting her where it hurt. As he aimed for her ear their cheeks brushed; again she was awoken by the spell. Without even a faint whisper, only a giggling smile he finally met his destination Quatre declared victor.
Jupiter could not hold our lust
Yet the sun would not be big enough for the two of us
The Velvet Rose began to show her heavenly thorns, throwing him off of her she spoke; her voice trembling. "Do not come any closer to me Quatre Raberba Winner!" The Velvet Rose stood, breathing deeply; as she stormed out the door Quatre couldn't help but smile.
He sat for a few seconds watching her exit. His left leg was arched upward, and his right lay slanted towards the floor underneath. Quatre rested his arm on his left leg, taking up his right hand he began to clap. It was beautiful and he still bowed.
With an understanding smile he stood up, facing the only door in the massive room. As a finale Quatre bowed with a sweeping arm. When he rose, ending his encore he offered his hand to a Velvet Rose. As he spoke with the charm of a knight in shining armor; he challenged her one last time. To win.
"It was nice to see you too... Miss Catalonia."
==
Ahmed showed Dorothy to her guest room, ignoring the severe tension growing between them. As she opened the door and walked inside he spoke. "Here is.."
Ahmed's voice no longer clung to the air around her, Dorothy locked the door. Not too shabby; fireplace, decent bedding, and the list went on and on. She was impressed. Dorothy Catalonia shook her head in frustration and hissed at herself in the mirror across the room.
She made her way for the mirror, eyeing the rest of the room as she went.
Dorothy took a seat at the vanity table, examining it as her eyes swept the white paint. The Velvet Rose picked up a black brush that lay beside her, tickled in faint pink flowers. Slowly but surely she began to comb in her own deadly grace. With each six second stroke interval she relived the Duel. And with each stroke she stroked with more forced.
"And he didn't even have to speak." She slammed her fists onto the table, palms facing the white painted mahogany wood. Dorothy took deep breaths and sighed, walking off to the medieval type bedding. As she sat upon the bed she sighed, giving into the hospitality that presented itself around her. She removed her black shoes and relaxed, planning her next move.
He had no shame as they sat in that room; it was a streak she had not seen within the Platinum Gold before. Personally, she wasn't surprised. It was almost as if what happened in that room was expected to be keep as a secret, silent whisper, something to be kept within the shadows. But what if she didn't keep her side of the deal? Her eyes lit up as she massaged her feet: a weakness.
So there was one way to win; Dorothy took up a silent laugh as the idea gave birth in her head. He may not have shame one on one, but she knew for certain that he would with many in that room. And that was all she needed, with a quick leap; regaining herself completely. She ran to her window and eyed the storm outside.
Triumphantly she exclaimed, though silently in her sly maneuvers Dorothy Catalonia whispered, ready for her big performance. "I hope you like to dance Mr. Winner." She laughed deeply within herself, chuckling as if she were on fire inside. "I truly hope you like to dance."
Her eyes scanned the distance of the desert, a faint gleam laughed coldly emitting future regret within her eyes. It was war.
==
She put down the receiver and faced the doorway to the living room; calling to him. "Hey Duo." Hilde called from the kitchen, to the man who lay on the couch. He grumbled in response, pretending to lay in peace. She rolled her eyes and shouted softly. "DUO!"
The Street Rat, bent his black cap over his eyes; helping him to relax. Ugh, great. "Huh?" He stretched, the phone call earlier had awoken him; uncomfortable. Duo waited for her to answer; he would kill whoever was on that phone.
The Daring Dreamer took up a ladle, beginning to stir their dinner. "Apparently Dorothy called, she's invited us over to Quatre's place for a get together." They had been dating for a few months now; The Daring Dreamer and the Street Rat. Nothing would go wrong; because he was the guy for her.
Quatre? Almost biting for an answer this time. "Huh?" Duo sprang up and stared into the kitchen; But? Quatre huh? Woulda thought. "At Quatre's?"
Hilde nodded her head while she threw a few carrots into the soup, sipping it she questioned; no suspicion. "Yeah, why?" The least serious of the five couples; they hadn't grown one bit. Well, Duo had.
The Street Rat smiled, picking up his arms he folded them behind his head; letting himself float back into the couch. "But Dorothy called right?" Duo had to admit, it was about time. Everyone knew it would happen, everyone wanted it to happen. Personally Duo wished they would get it over with; no doubt Quatre would be the first to get married off.
"Uhh, yeah." She stopped stirring, staring into the living room; the darkness hid the Street Rat from her. Hilde turned off the stove and began to set up the table.
He examined the cold dark popcorn on top of the ceiling. Chuckle; it was his trademark. It wasn't too loud and it wasn't too evil, it was Duo. "At least he's found someone."
The problem had arisen a few weeks ago, when Trowa began to pop out of no where. Something Duo would almost call suspicious. Trowa with no girlfriend, Catherine out of his reach, Hilde being in town. It just didn't seem right to him, it seemed too right for him; as if it were planned.
Trowa wasn't a bad looking guy, Duo had to admit that; none of them were really. That's why the girls seemed easy to come by. (Hilde wasn't a bad looking girl, Trowa had to admit that.) But still, Duo had to keep it steady; he wasn't sure of it yet.
The Daring Dreamer stopped dead in her footsteps, in the middle of the doorway; she still held two plates. "What did you say?"
The Street Rat, closed his eyes; soothing his breathing. It wasn't time for a break out; it was time for a reunion. Breathing deeply, he slightly opened his eyes; Duo watched her shadow move about in the kitchen. The kitchen light's attacking the walls like a flashlight shinning into the living room.
He had to admit, he was lucky. There was no use for those plates yet.
The moon isn't lying
It's about time you came out about it
And I'm not just talking about Him
==
A/N: Man, that one took forever!! =P Well I just started school again so the chapters are going to take a while longer. =) =) I'm off to do my homework.. I'll be back to write another soon. =) =) Tell me how you like. Uh oh.. Trowa and Hilde? What's this!?
