Mitsuki: Yay!!!! And because I'm obsessed with gundam wing I will do the disclaimer Rei doesn't own Gundam Wing but she does own herself and me…
Rei: anyone who has read Episode Zero knows that when he's younger Quatre is a snob but I don't like it so my version of Quatre is more like he is in the series and I got a review that asked if Q's parents were dead his mom is, Dad is still alive at the time the story is set. And just some food for thought: why are all off the character's named after Numbers?
Quatre sat on the edge of the sand; he ran his hands through the golden substance. The five year old contemplated about friendship. He wondered why none of the other children liked to play with him, but he already knew. He was the rich kid and on top of that he was Caucasian, blue eyed, blonde haired. Though he was Arabic he didn't look it, people thought he was weird.
He gazed up into the sky letting the sun embody him as he wiped away a few tears he could never let anyone know it bothered him.
"Exclusion is wrong it's not right to treat others in that way" The golden haired boy thought aloud.
"Are you okay?" a mysterious voice asked him, HIM!
Quatre looked up from the sand at this boy who was about his age. He was tall, had short brown hair covering one eye, and had an over all sad look about him. Quatre nodded.
The newcomer offered his hand "What's your name?" he offered his hand
Quatre smiled back "Quatre Raberba Winner. How about you?"
"I don't have one…" he said looking to the ground.
"One What?" Quatre asked curiously.
"A name, but you can call me 'no name'"
Quatre frowned "That's no good, what about…" he trailed off thinking of a fitting name. After a second he thought of a strange name he had heard somewhere, "Trowa."
He smiled again and ran the name over his tongue "Trowa… I like that name"
Quatre lifted a handful of sand from the ground and watched it fall, sparkling in the sunlight. "I like sand, don't you?"
"Not much, it gets into machinery and it's hard to walk in." Trowa answered.
He had a sad look to him even when he smiled: as if he had seen true horrors in his short lifetime.
"No name!" a man in uniform called.
Quatre looked anxiously at the man then at his new friend "Let's trade e-mails."
"Okay." Trowa pulled a compact pen from his pocket and scribbled it on Quatre's hand and Quatre hopefully repeated the ritual on Trowa's.
"See You Trowa!"
"Goodbye Quatre." He stated. As Trowa walked he smiled a real smile for the first time. "Trowa I'll remember that… I'll never see you again… Quatre."
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