AN: Is everyone SHOCKED and MYSTIFIED? I sure am. I mean, I'm actually posting a story…and it's a sequel no less… Anys...this is only the first chapter…so I hope it doesn't bore you too badly…don't want to scare off potential reviewers, you know? So…I hope you enjoy! Oh, and by the by, "BR" stands for Beta Reader…just for your information. Oh, and also, I doubt I'll be updating much…just cause my muses run away periodically…so if you're desperate for the next chapter…you'd better harass me over the e-mail or something. I give you permission. Also, as another side note (heh…I'm giving you too many of those…), if you want, you can bug my Beta Reader, Lady Onyx…so she can bug me too, you know? But she'd have a harder time of it…she lives in a totally different city now…but she does know where I sleep…she can find me… -shudder, shudder-
Disclaimer: Hm… -goes through her pockets, pulling out lint, a gum wrapper, and some thread- This is all you'd get if you sued me…so please don't.
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Chapter 1: No Approval For You
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May 16.
The dreaded day had finally arrived.
She had hoped – prayed even – that it would not come, but, no matter how much she hoped, prayed, whined, complained, or grumbled about it, she could not halt the dawning of a new day. It was inevitable, after all, despite the fact that she wished it was not. If she had it her way, the world would have just skipped over this particular day. You know, simply gone from the fifteenth to the seventeenth. But nooooo. It HAD to continue onto the sixteenth, much to her disgust.
…Couldn't someone have just shot her instead? It would have been less painful. But then again…according to her warped perception, being tortured till she was within an inch of death was more welcome than the coming of this day. As a matter of fact, it would seem that she would have done just about ANYTHING to avoid it…especially since it would be known throughout the annals of time as the day of Dorothy Catalonia's first real date.
And boy, did she wish the entire undesirable situation had never been planned. Unfortunately, she had agreed to the date (been tricked into agreeing, by her view) and now the event was looming in front of her, inevitable, unavoidable, and inescapable.
So, fifteen minutes before the agreed time found Dorothy eyeing herself distastefully in her full-length mirror, questioning the fates on why they had to torture her so. In her mind's eye, she hadn't done anything to deserve this and thought that the least the Gods could do was strike her date with a holy lightning bolt or something…if only to get her out of this predicament. However, it would seem that the gates of heaven were closed to her despite her continual petitioning. Unfortunately. But that didn't stop her from wishing.
Sighing, Dorothy took one last, long look at herself in the mirror, frowning the whole while with revulsion. It wasn't that she didn't look fit for the occasion. Indeed, she looked absolutely stunning in her simple black, knee-length dress, elegant-looking gloves, and 'strappy' high heels. It was just the thought of going on a date that made her sick to the stomach. Especially when that particular someone just so happened to be her escort for the evening.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Oh, speak of the devil.
Mustering up as much composure as she could, the ex-White Fang officer made her way out of her room and to the top of the large, marble spiral staircase just in time to hear the butler politely greet a certain blonde ex-Gundam Pilot and usher him into the foyer. It was now or never, she supposed. So, taking hold of the railing, she gracefully made her way down the steps and to her awaiting date, who, at that moment, turned to politely greet her.
Unfortunately, no words managed to escape her escort's mouth, for no sooner had he set his eyes upon her than the seemingly easy task of speaking became hard to perform. As a matter of fact, he looked absolutely thunderstruck, his bright blue eyes opened a little wider then normal, his mouth hanging slightly open in mid-greeting, and his cheeks faintly flushed pink.
This sight alone was nearly sufficient to make this whole ordeal worth it.
"Good evening, Mr. Winner," Dorothy began cordially enough, the small smirk that was spread across her features the only sign of her obvious amusement at seeing her companion's reaction to her appearance.
Much to her disappointment, however, her enjoyment over his predicament was short lived. Indeed, she barely had time to gloat over this simple triumph before he had managed to masterfully gain control of himself, returning her 'smile' with a gentle one of his own.
"And good evening to you, Ms. Catalonia. You look, as you always do, absolutely stunning," Quatre complimented, the words falling from his lips like the sweetest honey.
It was a true shame that Dorothy Catalonia did not like honey.
Muttering an unintelligible retort under her breath, she quickly turned away from her date's baffled expression and to her awaiting butler, who held her jacket out to her at an arm's length. However, before either she or her butler could react, the two of them found her jacket no longer in the possession of the elderly gentleman, but rather, in the hand of the younger man.
It took no time at all for both mistress and servant to give the unwitting blonde two similar looks of annoyance and, when faced with these particular severe expressions, Quatre couldn't help but sheepishly clarify his actions by stating, "…may I help you with your coat, Ms. Catalonia?"
A quirked, split eyebrow and a stony look of resentment was his only response.
"Oh, for the love of…" Dorothy finally growled after a few moments of awkward silence, spinning on her heel so her back was to the former Gundam Pilot and waiting impatiently for him to help her into her coat, which he quickly did without another word on the subject.
Softly 'huffing' to himself at having this one particular ritual interrupted, the butler stiffly bowed to his mistress and her escort, cordially articulating, "May you have a wonderful evening, my Lady…Sir."
The blonde woman simply nodded in acknowledgement as she hurriedly grabbed her purse from the entryway table and quite literally stalked from the foyer out into brisk evening air, leaving her poor date to quickly follow after her. However, he had barely made it out the door when he paused and, as if he had suddenly remembered something of great importance, glanced over his shoulder to look at the older gentleman.
"Thank—" he began, only to have the door slammed right in his face, "…you…"
Dorothy didn't even look to see what happened. She didn't have to. Indeed, if anyone in the whole universe could claim to understand the seemingly inexplicable old codger, it was certainly she. The small smile that appeared on her features at his antics was proof enough of that. But it was painfully obvious, even to the average passerby, that the young heir to the Winner Corporation had not gained the favor of her old butler.
Heh. Well that was all right by her. Quatre Raberba Winner didn't exactly have her approval either, after all.
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AN: Whelp. There you go. Hope it at least made you laugh a little…don't worry, if it didn't, the next section supposedly will…or so my Beta Reader tells me. That or she's easily amused…one of the two.
(Saitou) I believe that it's the latter.(Jintachi/Me) Hey! Lady Onyx isn't…ok…maybe you're right… ((Don't kill me, Lady Onyx!))
(Saitou) Hn. -pulls out a cigarette and lights up-
(Jin) -frowns, snatching the cigarette- No smoking on my fanfictions!
(Satiou) -annoyed "Humph"- Where are your other muses? Can't you bug them?
(Jin) You're the one who decided to show up. I didn't make you! But… -looks around- Where are they?
(Saitou) They probably ran away to England again.
(Jin) -sniffles- They…they wouldn't do that, would they?
(Saitou) If they did, I envy them.
(Jin) -SOB- BE NICE!
(Saitou) Am I ever, Ahou?
(Jin) -cry- I have mean muses…