And so here it is; the fanfic I've been promising myself and my friends to write for quite some time now. I hope you all enjoy it! It's an A.U. Quatre x Trowa, casting them as police officers on Earth, because Quatre's lovely and I want to put him in painful situations for my own amusement And I like writing stories like this. (It also features Duo as a fairly main character, for all you Duo lovers.) This is my first attempt at fan-fiction (but in no way my first attempt at fiction) and it's a shonen-ai, so make sure you know what that means before reading on. And so, on with all the 'fun'…
CHAPTER ONE
Quatre shuffled into the lift, his hair swinging in front of his eyes, smiling nervously at the sombre people that faced him inside. He watched as the ground floor of the giant building disappeared through the tiny window and saw floor by floor tick by, with each tiny glimpse of the frantic workers of the business heightening his fear and anticipation for what was to come at the top of his upward journey. He saw them all in freeze-frame; attractive young secretaries, ferrying backwards and forwards information to their toad-like bosses that he saw festering in their chairs, middle-aged men with firm expressions crunching numbers on computers, and interns and engineers in rows of cubicles sipping coffee as they tinkered with their models and formulæ. Working late, he thought. Strange.
He fretted, biting his nails and blowing his blond fringe away from his vision. He thought back to half an hour ago, sitting in his car and happily sipping the orange juice he brought in a flask from home. He was on neighbourhood watch; his favourite duty. You could simply sit and watch the world go by, safe in the knowledge that all the people that passed you were perfectly safe because you were watching them. That was why he joined the force – he loved the feeling of being the one that all could come to for asylum and refuge, of being the one that the people trusted to watch over them, of being an assurance in their minds that someone cared and someone wanted them to be healthy and happy. He also secretly adored the power of being able to shut away the wrong-doers. He loved to watch them try to lie, and to deconstruct their little petty arguments in a few choice words.
The evening was a quiet one, and he busied himself in watching a stray dog explore a bin, placing bets in his mind over whether the poor creature would find anything of use. He was considering calling an aide and getting the dog homed, and losing himself in a happy dream where the dog laughed and played with a young family who loved it, when the harsh, metallic rings of his car phone penetrated his thoughts and shook him back into the real world, the world in which no sane family would talk a flea-ridden old stray in, the world in which there was no aide to find the dog for him.
"H..hello?" he stuttered into the phone, still half-lost in his own world.
"Wake up, Weiner, for Christ's sake!" barked the voice on the other end.
"My name's Winner, please, sir."
"Fine. Look, Weiner, you ready for your first homicide?"
Quatre's mind jumped. Homicides were a big catch. If he succeeded in this, he was on his way to promotions, pay rises and advantages – which he really needed right now.
"Y-yes, s-sir. I mean…Of course sir. Give me the details".
"Be more sure of yourself, boy. Go to the Peacecraft tower and meet Lt. Barton on the 39th floor. He's there now with some more of the force and needs back up from someone with experience with colony liaisons. "
"Yes, sir. I'm fully trained in colony attitudes and law, sir.".
"God, I know. I trained you. Listen, don't worry about it, kid. It'll be fine."
"No sir. I won't worry, sir." came Quatre's pre-fabricated response.
And so now Quatre stood in the lift of the Peacecraft Tower, edging ever closer to his first glimpse of true death. He consoled himself in his mind, thinking of the rewards he would reap if this succeeded. He thought of Mary. She'd be fast asleep now, in that makeshift bed he carefully fabricated out of spare timber from Wufei's shed. He imagined her calm face, framed perfectly by the moonlight through the window, and spurred himself on to do his job and get what he needed to make Mary happy.
He looked around, to his left, right and behind, scrutinizing the people he shared the lift with. They stared at him back quizzically, prompting Quatre to turn bright red and stare back out the rectangular window. Got to stop doing that, he thought. This police business of checking everyone has made me into a voyeuristic fool in the minds of the public. As if respectable businessmen would be armed! He smiled to himself and checked his watch. The building was awfully big, and the lift was taking far too long. He hoped they weren't waiting for him. He drifted off into thoughts of this Lt. Barton. Probably an old, experienced man – been with the force for decades, most likely. He could learn a lot from him. Quatre straightened his tie and tucked in his shirt; can't look scruffy in front of the seniors. Mind you, he reflected, Duo always does and they love him.
Quatre was shook awake again by a soothing female voice. "Doors opening for the 39th floor. Please exit to your left." 39th! He stumbled past the men in suits, making sure he didn't trip on their briefcases, and stepped out into the 39th floor.
And so there it is. Please review and give your opinion! Obviously, there's gonna be much more to it than this. It seems this might turn out to be a long 'un… I got carried away being inside Quatre's head ; I hope it read well to you all anyway. More soon!