Yay! I'm so glad that you've chosen to read my second fanfic! I'm so excited to be actually showcasing my work! Just so you want get confused this is an AU fic for Gundam Wing, but Yami no Matsuei pretty much stays the same. After a few chapters the whole dealy with the Gundam pilots should explain itself, so I'm not going to spoil it by explaining it here. Um, I think that's pretty much all the basic, welcoming stuff, so, Please enjoy!
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Fukami
July 18, 2003
I don't necessarily consider myself a very kind person, even though I'm oftenly told that I am such. I very heartily doubt that if ever asked to say what good qualities I possess I'll ever say that I am 'kind'. I have this disposition that makes it seem that I'm kind but I actually am a very cruel person. If anyone ever looked into my thoughts to see whether or not their assumption of my persona was true they'd most likely see that I am a not nice person. Well, I think they would.
Okay, let me start from the beginning. My name is Quatre Rabarba Winner. I'm the heir to the Winner Corporation and a large sum of money. However, I'm very polite and not "snobby" at all. I'm sixteen years old, and a little small for my age, being 5'5" and all. I have this light blond halo of hair and crisp sea blue eyes that make me look like an angel. I'm a little scrawny, but whatever I lack in physical skill I make up for in intellect. I'm a wonderful boy that will make a big difference in the working industries.
I'm not actually a narcissist, just incase anyone was wondering. I just happen to have read that out of a magazine. I paraphrased a few things here and there. Now, though, it seems I'm the talk of the modern business world. Taking over my father's company as I am; at such a young age even. It was odd. My father handed me the company three months before his untimely departure from the realm of the living. That's actually how they wrote it. (Not in first person, of course) What a beautiful cover up. I think it is at least.
However, I think they think I killed him.
The thought makes me laugh. However, sometimes I'm afraid. There's a lot of evidence pointing towards me. The argument we had before he gave me the company, my rebellious attitude up to three months ago, the fact that I now have a crapload of money. And now my father's mysterious death. How sad that really is. I can only atone to my innocence, however, I have the feeling that unless I find out who's behind it, my father's death will come back to haunt me.
All this thinking is hurting my head though. I have to go do something before I decide it's about time that I follow my father.
I bet you're wondering why I'm not mourning my father's death. I was just told about this news this morning. I actually believe that's why I said I'm not nice. Perhaps it's because my analytical mind doesn't think about anything other then self-preservation. I really don't know why I'm not. I don't even feel numb right now. Not even a little empty. I guess that's why I'm writing this down. This is actually my first journal entry in the past six years. I guess this should be important. Documented even. I want to write that I'm innocent, to wash away the guilt that I feel; you see the truth is-
"Oi, Quatre!" I'm jolted from my writings as I hear the familiar voice of a certain brown haired violet-eyed fiend. I smile, lowering my pencil and standing. Stretching as I walk to the door I open it to see a dazzling bright smile and two large, very genki ovals blinking at me. "Eh, Duo, what are you doing here at-" I check my watch and groan, "Two in the morning?" I make sure to make my voice sound sleepy. Giving him an 'I just woke up look' that he in no way bought. It must be great being able to read people's lies.
"Oh, were you sleeping?" He asked sweetly, his consideration coming two shouts too
late. I nod, rubbing my eyes blearily for affect. He smirks at this. "BS, Quat, I saw your lights on under the door and I heard that pencil of yours scratching away on that beat up wad of paper you call a journal." I sigh, I'm never going to be able to fake my way through anything.
"Uh huh, yeah, what now?" Duo crooned smugly. I groan once more before he decides to invite himself in.
"So what brings you here?" I asked while quietly shutting the door. "And how exactly did you get in here?" Duo gave me another of his award winning smiles.
"Oh, I had a nice chat with Abdul. You know, me and him have a lot in common." He stated lazily before lounging himself on my bed. "How so?" I asked confused by the double meaning he seemed to be hinting at. He smirked. "We both like to sleep on the job." I blinked.
"You didn't-"
"A swift jab to the neck, like so…" He demonstrated in the air before smiling widely. I couldn't help the sigh that escaped before I sat down on the floor next to the bed. "I just faked my way past the rest of the guards. If Abdul let me in then I'm obviously alright, ne?" He explained.
"So what are you here for?" I asked pulling my knees up to lean on them. He seems to sober now. "Have you read any good articles in the papers recently?" He asked propping his head up on one of my pillows. I nod. "A few." I answer, beginning to understand the purpose of his visit. "Une says we have to get out of here for away. Away from the media."
"We?" I ask softly. Duo sits up at that. "You don't think we're letting you go alone do you?" I blink. "But Duo, who's we? You're my partner. Is there anyone else? " I ask watching as a smile spread across his face. I really think that being without a smile for long increments of time would cause him physical pain.
"Oh you know the gang, Heero, Wufei…Trowa. Yeah, all of them." I smile slightly as he mentions Trowa, just as he suspected I would. "Trowa's coming?" I ask wistfully. Trowa…I haven't seen him since…
At that thought I frown.
"Aw, Q-man, I know what you're thinking. But he's psyched to see you too. So stop the self pity crap." I nod, attempting another smile.
"Now let's see, Dorothy's coming too, along with Hilde, Sally, Relena, and Catherine. Catherine wouldn't let Tro go without her."
"Oh, that's good." I say with another smile. I think this one is more genuine then the last. "C'mere Quat." Duo says motioning for me to join him on the bed. I comply, however suspiciously. Duo scoots over to allow me room. I sit down next to him and he wraps his arms around my shoulders. "We all know you love your dad, Quat. You just have to wait a little bit until we prove your innocence."
"Of course, Duo, I trust you, I trust you all. And I'm willing to do whatever Une says, as long as we can clear the Winner name." I leaned into Duo as he began to rub my back. "Is that what you want right now, or is there something else?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "What?" I asked trying to find the relevance of that question.
"That doesn't sound like you?" I looked at him flatly. A long time ago I stopped trying to
glare. I can't do it well, as I've been told many times. So looking at people as if they're crazy (or sometimes stupid) makes up for the not glaring thing. Duo rolls his eyes.
"Don't give me that look." He said swatting my head. I wrinkle my nose at the gesture. "I know you a lot better then you think." I took my turn in rolling my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I actually don't know what you're talking about." I say looking away from him. He continues to stare at me as if he can see through me. I turn to look at him and catch his eyes.
I've always loved his eyes. He has pretty violet eyes that are comforting just to look in. Even if he is guarded in his gaze his eyes are still kind. And I feel safe around him. He, like his eyes, will never lie. I found myself leaning forward and pressing my lips against his creamy peach ones. I think, in the few months that I had dated him, (we tried it once but it didn't work out) His large eyes and his pouty lips were my favorite thing about him. At least feature wise.
His arms slipped lower and I leaned closer before we both heard a scuffle outside the door. I slid out of his grasp as he jumped up and moved to the window with a wave.
It was funny to say the least when Abdul and a few of the guards along with Rashid opened my door to see me sitting alone on my bed. His eyes were wide as he looked around. "Master Quatre, has that rambunctious young boy with the long hair come by?"
"You mean Duo?" I asked sweetly.
"Yes," Rashid answered rather impatiently. A frown marring his features. "Has Master Maxwell been by." I think on this for a second before nodding. "Yes, but not recently."
The guards decide my word isn't good enough and go through a thorough once over of my room, even looking out the window. They frown when they find nothing. "He wouldn't have been able to leave that fast sir." On of the guards stated. I frowned, he must have been a new cause I didn't know his name. I don't think I'm going to interrupt their search and seizure now though. I'll ask him later. "Alright, let's keep looking." Abdul told his men.
Rashid bowed politely, "I'm sorry Master Quatre for interrupting your night."
"No worries Rashid." I smiled warmly. "I actually thank you for doing your job." Damn the niceness! "And Abdul, I heard you were sleeping on the job." My smile grows wanton. He looks like he was a beached fish. "I wasn't Master Quatre, it was-" I couldn't help but laugh at his efforts.
"Relax!" I giggled…I really should find something more manly. Phoo.
"A little birdie told me." I winked and I knew at least he got it. He nodded and smiled (just so you know I love his smile. It's safe without being too reserved. A fluffy smile, how kawaii. Oh and I learned that word from Heero. It means cute in Japanese) Rashid looked between the both of us. He had an eyebrow raised and I got the feeling that he was thinking 'One of you are going to tell me something soon…or else.' So I opted for the easy way out.
"Good night!" I say pulling out my covers from where they were tucked under my pillows. Abdul's smile deflates, "You're cruel Master Quatre." He says and I can only shrug. See, I told you.
They leave, shutting the door behind them and I smile as I listen to them walk away. I was going to check the window to see if Duo was still around, but now I'm very comfy, snuggled into my blankets as I am.
There's a knock on the window and I reluctantly stand to go get it.
Sourly I open the previously locked window to regard a smug Duo. "C'mon, Love, we've gotta get now. Let's run away to the moon, and never look back." He said in a romantic British brogue. "We're leaving now?" I asked slightly put out that I wouldn't be in a warm bed tonight. "No time better then the present." He confirmed in a light tone. When he said it like that I couldn't help but forget the seriousness of the situation.
"Did I need to pack anything?" I asked. "Just yourself and a new pair of boxers for the morning." He winked. I rolled my eyes.
"Let me get a bag." I rummaged through everything that I might need and only took the essential, a change of clothes (nothing that looked like it had been bought by a billionaire), underwear, a picture, small enough to fit in my wallet, of the Maguanacs and well, my journal. That was really all I needed.
"Alright, let's get out of here!" Duo said reaching for my bag. I handed it to him and he threw it out the window. "Duo!" I exclaimed before looking out the window to see an average height Asian boy with unruly brown hair and a smug smirk catch the carelessly thrown item. "Heero?!" I smiled. I haven't seen him for months! He looked…the same, well mostly. But then again he was wearing that brown jacket and those jeans, and that damned green tank top. I guess, except for that smirk (he's actually showing emotion! Gasp!) he hasn't changed much. "I know he's cute but don't just stare at him all day, we have somewhere to be."
"Oh yes, I'm sorry." I say bowing slightly in apology. I know I'm blushing because he tweaks my cheek fondly before climbing out the window. With one last look around I follow suit and then we're well on our way away from the Winner mansion. Or one of them at least. Not that I'm trying to brag. Not me! blinks innocently
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Dawn came swiftly on the Winner mansion, shining its pink tinged light on the man lounging comfortably in the. "You were right Rashid; he's not in his room. Should we start a search?" Abdul asked walking into the room and sitting down to partake of the breakfast lying out on the table.
"No, not just yet. I trust Mr. Maxwell, and if he feels that this is the best course of action, whatever he has in mind, then for now we will go along with it. Let's just give him time to get a few meters ahead of us." Rashid answered not in the least bit worried at his master's disappearance. "Alright, it's your call." Abdul agreed, also not worried at all.
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It was a grey morning. Beautiful with the specks of bluish violet that pecked out in the small parts between the clouds. Despite the dark grey of the clouds a brightness filled the room from the reflection of sun off the condensed drops. Groggily Quatre woke from his sleep. He had been sleeping, covers up over his head with only the top of his blond hair and a slender pale hand showing.
Duo, on the otherhand, was still sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed. Completely under the covers only his braid was hanging idly of the bed. With a moan and a sigh he turned and buried himself deeper in his blankets. Quatre rolled out of bed ungracefully landing on his feet. Duo groped for the lost warmth.
"C'mon Duo, up." Quatre quipped anything but cheerfully.
"Duo's asleep." Came the muffled mumble of a reply. Quatre sighed
exasperatedly before placing his hands on his hips. After making up his mind he walked over to the other side of the bed and jumped on the big lump. Landing on the brunette's stomach he smiled as he heard the "Umphf!" He settled in making himself comfortable by wiggling, deliberately. "Oi, Quat! I'm up, I'm up." Ignoring Duo's half hearted pleas he began to mercilessly tickle the sleeping boy. "Stop, stop!" Finally Duo sat up panting and trying to catch his breath. Quatre stood wiping his pajama pants of non-existent dirt. He offered a half smile/half smirk to the groggily glaring teen before moving to the nearby dresser.
"Up, Duo. We have to get moving before the others get the wrong idea," He paused, "…again." Duo stood and lazily sauntered over to his good friend, who was hurriedly pulling clothes out of a drawer. Wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist he laid his head on his shoulder and purred. "Now what idea would that be, Love?" He asked after placing a few kisses down the boy's neck. "Duo, stop playing around. I'm busy." Quatre pulled out of his embrace.
"Quat." Duo whined.
"Grow up." Quatre teased poking the stomach of his comrade.
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Elsewhere another Blond grudgingly opened his eyes after a night of fitful sleep. Not that he'd gone to bed before three, but that's what you get for sitting on the sofa drinking coffee and watching late night crap on t.v.
Pushing himself up he turned towards the bed in the room that occupied his sleeping companion. "Lazy baka," He commented not dwelling on the fact that he'd only woken up a few minutes prior. He looked at his watch, which he happened to have slept in. "Six? That's it?" He asked in a tired groggy defeat. With a long suffering sigh he stood up and went to take a shower.
Emerging around forty-five minutes later, after turning his shower into a long drawn out bath (which is usually reserved for the comfort of his home) he found that he didn't have much to do. The case his partner and himself were currently on was deader then they were and there wasn't any coffee. Or painkillers. So throwing himself into the cold case wasn't an option. Then again, going out for coffee was a good idea. With that thought in mind he went to get his sneakers.
He was mildly surprised when Tsuzuki, Asato, his chocolate haired partner, began to moan and shift uncomfortably. As incoherent frightened pleas emanated from his partner he was drawn to comfort him. "Tsuzuki…" He called after padding over to the bed. In the troughs of a nightmare he had found himself terrified to touch the man. He didn't want to lose himself in other's nightmares. He had enough himself. However, he also found himself wanting to reassure the man of a stable and comforting presence, and in the end that always won out.
He leaned over the bed, shaking the man gently, only enough to wake him up without seeming offending. "Tsuzuki." He called again, making sure to add a tenderness that was rarely seen during the day. Tsuzuki calmed and seemed to have resumed sleeping peacefully. With a fond smile Kurosaki, Hisoka stood up straight and was about to leave when Tsuzuki moaned and began to wake.
Tsuzuki blinked blearily, trying to see who had shaken him. Instead of his partner, which he expected to see, he saw a very close resemblance to a Hisoka teddy-bear. With a delighted squeal he bolted up and squeezed the teddy.
Gravely surprised by the action Hisoka's eyes widened and his patented blush kicked in. "Kawaii!" Tsuzuki stated.
"Baka! Get off!" Hisoka stuttered just now getting his bearings back. (A/N: No pun intended)
"You look just like Hisoka!" Tsuzuki cried happily.
"What?" Hisoka growled, "I am Hisoka you-"
"Nuh uh, You're a teddy bear!" Tsuzuki cut in. "But you sound like him too!"
"Wake up you stupid baka!!!" Tsuzuki leaned back. "I am awake." He let go.
"Aren't I?" He asked scratching his head. Hisoka took his contemplative pause to hit him over the head. "Would you be seeing talking teddy bears if you were awake?" He growled.
Tsuzuki was silent apparently in deep thought. Blinking Hisoka stood bewildered. "Is it that hard of a ques-" His sentence was cut off by snoring. "Baka!!"
Hisoka gave up heading towards the door. He mumbled about lazy weird bakas before walking out of the hotel room.
T.B.C.
Well, that was it for the first chapter. I hope you liked reading that as much as I liked writing it. Well, anyway, tell me what you think. Please Review, and come back and read some more next time!
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