k2: Me and romance don't mix very well, that is all I have to say about this.
MK: Romance. One day, eventually, you might be able to write a good one.
K2: Do I really want to? O.o;
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k2: Eh…one other thing! This is the second upload for BV for one simple reason. I was so stressed out from worrying about this revamp, along with the Christmas revamp; which I kinda forgot to mention came before this one, that I forgot about spell check. And, well, since I have very poor typing skills due to be pretty fast, I have major mistakes that need fixed with spell check. Sorry for those who read this before and here is the better version.
Thank you f U n N i E b O n E s 2K for alerting this to me and thank you mariel4000 for reminding me to get it done.
MK: Don't forget though, this is the sequel to Christmas, so go read that first! Oh, and neither of us owns anything, another thing we forgot.
K2: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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Disclaimer: Do I have to say it? I mean, my goodness! If I owned anything do you really think the series would have turned out the way it did? Do you really think it would have been ended like that?
MK: Just say it.
K2: Fine! But only once! I dun own it! So there. I do, however, own this fic and the originality of it. IT is original, isn't it?
MK: (shrugs)
K2: Oh, wait! I forgot, I had raised the rating by one notch for the first three chapters but raised it up two notches instead because of the fourth chapter being, well…a bit on the iffy side. So the rating is now PG-13. You'll see why. Sorry if you liked my story but not high-ish ratings.
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Blind Valentine
Ch.1- The date
Rated: PG
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Quatre sifted through the papers on his desk, slightly apprehensive. He really needed a pen at the moment, but he couldn't find one! Why couldn't he ever find a pen when he needed one?
Apprehensive much? One would think, but that emotion couldn't even begin to describe how Quatre felt. Scared to death was closer. He couldn't believe Trowa, of all people, got him into this mess! I mean…Trowa!
He's been reading to many romance novels. Quatre thought glumly as he opened his desk drawer. He reached inside for a pen and hit a smooth surface instead. Looking down he saw a picture. He stared at it for several minutes, then pulled it out. The picture was of a dark haired woman with sapphire eyes. In the picture she looked around twenty-four years old or so.
Quatre sighed as a memory crept its way into his mind, filling his stomach with a nauseating sensation.
Flashback
"Shantaya?"
The woman looked up from her book, startled to see who had approached her. Seeing Quatre staring at her, hesitatingly, she smiled and cocked her head. She looked lovely in the pose, but at the same time she released an heir of a fox waiting to pounce. A feeling that Quatre was incredibly uncomfortable with.
"Quatre! What a lovely suprise! What may I do for you?"
"Can we talk?" he asked softly.
She giggled "Is that why you came here today?"
Quatre blushed at the obviousness. "Yes, of course. Um…" He hesitated, not sure how to put it. "Do you really love me?" She looked at him, surprise evident on her young features. Quatre felt confusion cloud over the predatory feeling, but at the same time their was a calculating presence hanging over her.
"Why do you ask that?"
"Well, since both our fathers have passed on," Quatre felt sick at mentioning it, "I thought that…well…I want to break the contract." He blurted it out as fast as he could.
Shantaya stared Quatre in shock for several seconds. Then, to Quatre's horror, her face slowly began to twist into a mask of rage. "What?" She cried
"I want to break the marital contract our fathers set up on my first birthday." Quatre continued, a little more strongly then before. He had thought he would be breaking her heart, but if this was her reaction….
"You can't do that Quatre!" She cried, furious, "That was our fathers last wishes!"
"Somehow," Quatre began, "I get the feeling you could care less about our dear fathers last wishes."
"How dare you?"
"How dare you, Shantaya." Quatre murmured, First off, I found a few of my father's old journal entries in his computer. He mentioned he was thinking about ending it anyway. Second of all, you talk about our fathers just now when, since both my father and your father's deaths, respectively, you haven't shed one real tear. Shantaya…it's not fair that I get stuck in an arranged marriage that was about to be dissolved anyway. I'm only seventeen; I don't even want to get married yet. Especially to you. I'm sorry."
"So, is this it?" She sneered, "Are you just going to drop the contract and that's it?" Quatre nodded, "Is there no way I can sued you to reconsider?" He shook his head "GET OUT!"
Quatre stared at her for a moment the anger radiating off her. And the contempt. Quatre shook her head and slowly made his way out.
End flash back
Quatre shuddered slightly and through the entire picture into the trash. There was no way he could ever see her again, not after that reaction. He had liked her, to an extent, but nothing more. And now he knew what she was really like.
"Quatre are you coming or not?" a soft voice asked from the doorway of the office room. Quatre looked up to see Trowa leaning against the door jam with his arms crossed and a slight smile on his face. "From what I remember, this is supposed to be a break from work."
"Those were my original intentions, Trowa, but I just can't help it." Quatre replied, "When I'm nervous I try and keep my mind on other things. Work just happens to work the best."
"What's to be nervous about?"
Quatre looked at Trowa, his expression speaking volumes. "Tonight of course. I didn't realize that Miss. Relena would have such a cruel side. I mean this is ridiculous! What ever gave her the insane notion that a blind date would be the best thing for me? And you, Trowa, of all people helped her!"
Trowa's smile grew, a mischievous glint alighting as well. "I did no such thing." Trowa halfheartedly defended himself, "She is the one who dragged me into this. She approached me, Quatre, literally. She came to me, while I was feeding my lions."
"Uhuh." Quatre could feel Trowa's amusement. This whole thing was just for his entertainment!
And supposedly for my own good too.
"She approached you because you're the closest person to me she knows." Quatre muttered in response. Hearing this Trowa's smile faltered, a brief hint of something fluttering through him to fast for Quatre to catch. He had an idea, though, of what it was and he felt a small sort of longing nag at his heartstrings.
"How did your meeting with Shantaya go?" Trowa changed the subject.
Startled by Trowa's abruptness Quatre froze, the memory of just a moment ago coming back.
GET OUT!
It was hard. Quatre didn't want to tell Trowa what happened, what he had felt from her. Quatre knew, for a fact, that Trowa would worry about it. The last thing Quatre wanted to do was make Trowa worry, especially when the one Trowa would be worrying over was Quatre.
Besides, it wasn't like he would ever see Shantaya again, right?
"I said I didn't think it would work out." Quatre turned his back on Trowa, pretending to shuffle his papers on his desk.
Trowa looked at his friend thoughtfully. "What was her reply?"
"She-she agreed." Quatre felt distressed. He didn't like lying to his lo-…his best friend. It was distasteful and he felt sick about it.
But it was also the only way to keep Trowa from worrying! "So where are we going anyway?" Quatre mimicked Trowa
"Chez Bouquet."
Quatre chuckled when he heard the name. "Figures." He stated. "Of course Miss. Relena would choose the fanciest place in Cinq."
The fanciest didn't even begin to describe it really. The Boquet was the highest ranked restaurant outside the colonies, people of high class choosing that restaurant when they had important dinner meetings and luncheons. It also catered to high-class parties. Relena was no exception.
"Of course." Trowa replied
Standing up Quatre grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair and put it on. With Trowa in toe, the two of them headed out of the office and into the dark hallway beyond.
"By the way, aren't you worried about what Hiiro will do when he finds out that you are going with Miss. Relena on a double date." Quatre asked with a sly grin.
Trowa just stared at his friend for moment before replying. "Relena promised that she would take care of that little detail. The only reason I'm going along with this is because I'm worried about your date."
Quatre quirked his eyebrow. Trowa had mentioned that earlier, too. What could it be about his 'date' that would make Trowa concerned in any way? It was only when someone actively threatened Quatre that Trowa began to worry, or when Quatre himself showed signs of needing concern.
Mentally shrugging the thought aside, for now, Quatre grinned at his enigmatic friend.
"As vague as always, aren't you my friend?"
"Of course."
"I don't suppose you could tell me one thing, could you?" Quatre asked as he turned to look at Trowa again
"Yes?"
"Do you think this will take my mind off Miss Dorothy?" Quatre felt Trowa's impassiveness break apart as uncertainty made it's way to the fore. A possible twinge of guilt? No, not quite. IT was something more, something….
Trowa still regrets his decision. Quatre thought to himself, Even though he was right, he wishes he had accepted my offer.
But what has that to do with my question? And why do I cynical understanding within him? And yes, that was a twinge of guilt. Why?
And then there was nothing. Trowa closed himself off, cutting any brief contact off swiftly and precisely. He knew that Quatre was special, had known about it a long time. HE also knew that Quatre didn't have complete control of his growing abilities and he also knew that Quatre wouldn't force himself on anyone either.
Quatre looked at Trowa curiously, suspiciously, but Trowa was as impassive as ever. And when he spoke his words were slow, precise, and cautious. He was choosing them carefully, so as not to allow anything to slip.
"I can't really promise you that."
What is he up too?
"Why not?" Quatre asked, irritated at the fact that Trowa had learned to guard his mind so well (as well as pleased. He really didn't like to intrude even if he couldn't' control his own curiosity).
"Well, you seem to think about Miss. Catalonia a lot." Trowa replied in an offhanded nature. "So much so that I'm just not sure a blind date with another person would work."
Quatre frowned as he thought about that. It was Valentines Day and, for the last two months, Quatre could not stop thinking about Dorothy. Ever since last Christmas…and that kiss. The kiss that still left a burning sensation on his lips whenever he thought about it. The kiss that, for longest time, was the first and only kiss he had ever received.
By anyone, and not just a girl.
Quatre could still remember the way she looked that night. Could still remember the way she smelled, the way her body moved as she swept in for that one single moment of eternity. And the feelings it left behind were unbearable!
The worst part about the situation was that Dorothy was going to be signing a merger with him in a month. Dorothy had the distinct impression that getting into bed (metaphorically speaking) with the Winner Corp. would help her in the long run. Of course, Quatre thought it was a good idea too, at the beginning. That was six months ago, though. The share holders of her company had been hard pressed to sell their shares back to her, but with Quatre's economic genius helping out, Dorothy had finally managed to return her grandfathers business back into a privately owned facility. And once the merger was complete the two of them would be the sole owners of the largest economic industries in the solar system.
But how was he supposed to be a finical business partner with someone he had mixed feelings for? He wasn't sure he could handle a merger with these kinds of circumstances. He wasn't sure if even his father could.
When they finally reached the den Quatre grabbed the car keys off the wall, heading to the door. Trowa hesitated in following, a slight glint in his eye as the ring of the keys touched his hearing. Catching his friends hesitation Quatre looked over his shoulder.
"Trowa?"
"Can
I drive?"
"No." There was no hesitation in Quatre's words, just a quick to the point denial of the request. Trowa, a little disappointed, chuckled nonetheless.
"Of course not."
"Are we meeting them at the Bouquet or picking them up." Quatre asked as the two headed for the garage door.
"Relena thought it would be fun if we met there."
"Oh." Fun? Quatre thought. He shook his head a little, rather unsure what to think. Relena sure had been acting awfully playful lately, and not just playful! She was down right out of character lately! It was beginning to step into the line of bizarre!
When the two of them reached the garage Quatre flipped the light on and looked around himself. Spotting the midnight blue convertible amid the menagerie of cars Quatre rushed over to it, patting it with a smile. Opening the driver's side he sat down, wriggling comfortably in the soft leather.
"I haven't driven this thing for quite some time." Quatre murmured, "It's nice to be in it again."
"Yes." Trowa replied as he got in, "It must be a real hassle to have a chuefurre drive you every where.
Quatre ignored his friend's jab as he started the engine. The fact that Trowa's sense of humor was growing had originally delighted Quatre, but now…the guy was way to eager to show how far he'd come form the almost emotionless stoic boy he'd been during the war. The changes in Trowa were amazing. He smiled more, for one. And they weren't sad or sardonic smiles either. They were happy. Trowa was truly happy living with his sister and working at the circus. It made Quatre happy to know that, though he did sometimes wish Trowa could have been happy living with him, too….
Trowa still had compassion issues, of course. He showed more compassion towards animals then most people and Quatre was sure that it would take a long time before Trowa could show compassion towards enemies. Him and Hiiro were alike in that regard. Glancing at Trowa again Quatre smiled softly. There were far more dimensions to him then one would first think.
As Quatre pulled away from the estate he sighed contentedly before stepping on the gas peddle.
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"Where are they?" Relena growled, as she looked first one way, then the other. She stood with her arms crossed and her foot tapping, irritated. It was cold out here, her breath showing as whitely as she snow around her and she wasn't the biggest on patience today, especially because of a couple of certain sombodies. Glancing over her shoulder at those 'certain sombodies' Relena harumphed. Two black suited men, standing near the restaurant. Bodyguards. They were currently talking to Quatre's date and the only thing Relena could see of her was her long corn silk colored hair. She was hoping beyond hope they weren't telling her anything otherwise Relena would be forced to kill them. She still couldn't' believe Hiiro of all people had issued them to her. Hiiro! Sure, she expected something like that from Milliard but not Hiiro. And it was all because of what happened during Christmas!
She remembered the incident like it was yesterday. The pain in her heart, as she came to the realization, a false but one nonetheless, that Hiiro didn't care for her. The confusion she had felt after his kiss. The fear as her life was threatened and the fear in her heart as she watched Hiiro's struggle. It had been after the battle, after Quatre's injuries were bandaged, her three ex-pilots gathered together to talk about what had happened. The head of her personal security had been apart of the meeting also under her insistence. It had never been stated who it was the man was after, so all the socialites and dignitaries at her party had to be warned of this. They all had to be careful.
"Especially the two of you." Wufei had said. '…the two of you.' meaning her and Quatre. It had been too dark at the time to see who Quatre was clearly and the man hadn't recognized Relena either until Quatre mentioned her name. And the way Quatre had referred to her as 'Miss Relena' in his usual politeness only added to the misunderstanding of who he was. The target could have been any one of them and that was all Hiiro cared about. So when Hiiro had heard about this 'double date' her and Trowa were putting together he immediately (after, of course, getting over his slight irritation at her going on a date with Trowa) assigned one of his hand picked Preventors to be her bodyguard, throwing in a second one for Quatre's date. After all, the girl had been at the party too and could also be a target. He hadn't' said anything about it at the time, but Relena had the distinct impression that he didn't want Quatre's date to go badly and that the bodyguard was for more then 'her' safety.
But the point of the matter was she was being baby-sat. She hated to be baby-sat by professional men. She had enough of that when she was the figurehead of the Romafeller foundation as Queen of the World.
The sound of screeching tires tore through her thoughts and she looked quickly at the street just as a beautiful blue convertible took a sharp turn around the corner and came to a halt in front of the Bouquet. She stood stunned as a familiar blond stepped out of the car elegantly while another familiar face jumped out of the passenger's side. The blond was blushing rather brightly and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he gave his car keys to a hesitant valet. Crossing her arms angrily she quickly stormed up to the two irresponsible youths.
"Quatre Reberba Winner!" she cried furiously causing him to blush again. "Trowa Barton! What the heck do you think your doing? There are speed limits here you know and that was way defiantly over!"
Quatre blushed even harder at her reprimand which dissolved her anger. Her face softened and she relaxed her shoulders in resignation, a small smile encroaching her lips. "You make it very hard to be mad at Quatre. It's very nice to see you again." She pulled him in for a hug then stepped back and offered her hand to Trowa. "And you too, Trowa."
"The pleasure is all mine Miss. Relena." Quatre replied with an elegant bow, his cheeks still red, before straightening and looking around for his date.
Trowa, glancing at her hand, swept it up and bowed down to brush his lips gently against it.
"Of course Relena, The pleasure is always that of a gentleman." He replied as he straightened again.
"You are a gentleman." She stated with a blush. Turning back to Quatre she said, "Your date is by the restaurant…what's the matter?"
Quatre was standing, frozen, with a look of shock on his face as he stared at the woman he presumed to be his date.
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When Quatre had stepped out of the car he'd already been a little embarrassed, knowing full well he'd taken that turn to sharply. Miss Relena's anger only made matters worse, but it was the worry he felt inside her that got to him the most. She was…very concerned for him. SO Quatre had blushed even deeper, not really thinking her concern was needed but gracious nonetheless. Miss Relena was a very kind hearted person and he didn't want her to fret over him.
After they had greeted each other Quatre began to look around for his 'date' wondering who it could be. That was when he'd spotted her. As the two suited men stepped away to talk to each other in private Quatre saw the last person he'd ever expected to see. Long corn silk blond hair framed by a black headband was the first thing to catch his eye. Then the elegant arched eyebrows with that little fork at the ends that rested above her beautiful blue gray eyes. The handsome slender nose that led the way to her full lips. The very lips that had stolen the virginity of his own on that fateful Christmas night.
His eyes left her lips to travel down, down to follow the curvature of her long slender neck as it connected to her bare shoulders, milky smooth skin mingling with a lacy gray shawl.
Quatre briefly heard Relena say his name but it sounded distant to his ears. Then a hand was on his shoulder and he came back to himself to see brown eyes starring at him intently.
"Trowa…." Quatre gasped, "What is going on here?"
"A date." Trowa replied, concerned.
Quatre looked at her again. She had caught sight of him and was starring back in turn. She looked just as shocked as he felt. Felt as shocked but also…pleased. Very pleased. That same predatory sensation coursing through her, causing Quatre to feel helpless in her presence. Quatre watched, fearful, as she began to walk towards him, her hips moving enticingly as she walked. Quatre swallowed. Her entire appearance was that same predatory feel. The dress she wore hugged closely around her shapely body, the 'skirt' of the dress cascading into a pool of ivory that she had to hold in her hands in order to walk.
Quatre turned back to Trowa, desperate. "Do you think this is some sort of joke?"
"No." Trowa replied. He seemed a little stunned, uncertain. He was beginning to rethink his decision, but only for a moment. The moment ended quickly and certainty took it's place once again. "I would not joke about something like this Quatre."
"I thought you said I was going with someone else?"
"No, I said that seeing someone else wouldn't solve your problem."
Quatre breathed out slowly, trying to calm himself down. It still bothered him that he continuously felt nervous around her, that his emotions got away from him. His heart raced, his hands began to sweat…and yet…the thought of her turning her back on him made his stomach flip-flop.
I don't know if I can go through with this. Quatre thought, Dorothy. Of all people. Relena planned this, I just know she did. She has been spending too much time with Dorothy.
"Quatre Winner." Dorothy stated in a voice that made Quatre's throat dry, "A pleasure to see you again."
"The pleasure is all mine Miss. Dorothy." Quatre responded eloquently. He showed nothing of what he was feeling, putting his game face on. He knew it would be the only way to survive this encounter. He had to admit though, he did seem to sense a sort of uncertainty within her and it made him feel a little better.
"Please, no formalities." Relena interjected. "This is an evening of relaxation. This is a way we can all get to know each other better, see?"
Quatre and Dorothy both nodded and they began to walk towards the Bouquet. As they did Dorothy's thoughts began to race around her own mind. How am I supposed to go through this? She thought mildly, I asked Miss. Relena to help me get Quatre off my mind, not set me up on a date with him. She's getting sneaky, the first sign that she spends to much time with me when I'm in town. She glanced over at Quatre and her heart leapt. Her knees wanted to collapse beneath her, but she didn't want to show any weakness in front of him. No, not him. The only man who had ever broken through her barriers, the only living person who could work that sort of miracle.
And it scared her to death.
"Shall we enter?" Relena asked, breaking into Dorothy's thoughts. "We do, after all, have a reservation to use." She ushered everyone forward excitedly.
As they entered Quatre felt a sudden surge of foreboding, as if he were being watched. An insidious premonition entering his heart as someone, somewhere expressed thereself. He turned around, looking into the darkness, scanning the surroundings and trying to pinpoint what it was he was feeling and where it was stemming from. But the feeling seemed to disappear, almost as if he'd imagined it.
Had I? He wondered briefly.
"Quatre?" the blond turned to see Trowa looking at him with quizzical eyes and an impassive face. "What's wrong?"
Quatre shook his head. "I'm not sure. Something…feels wrong."
"Are you sure?" The question was quick and contemplative, said with the mind of a soldier. Caught off guard Quatre looked back at Trowa, seeing a glint in his eyes. The soldier was beginning to surface and that was a bad sign.
"I'm sure it was just my imagination Trowa." Quatre stated slowly, his tone convincing. Trowa stared a moment, then nodded and turned to continue inside, Quatre following. Trowa was a smart person, but it was important to remind him of one thing at the moment. HE was a civilian. Whatever it was Quatre had sensed it was the wrong time to check up on it. There wasn't' anything they could do at the moment.
Relena, wondering why
it was they were lagging behind, poked her head out of the
restaurant. "What is taking you two so long?"
"I was asking
Torwa a question." Quatre replied instantly, "Sorry Miss.
Relena."
"Quatre, once more. No formalities and please stop apologizing for everything, okay?"
Quatre nodded his head as he and Trowa entered. Leaving the walk empty. As they did a figure stepped out of the shrubbery from across the street, blue eyes sparkling in the night sky as he watched his targets location.
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k2: Ya know…last time this chapter was a lot longer, wasn't' it?
MK: You can't tell me your gone stop it here!
k2: Everyone already knows what's gonna happen, so why not?
MK: They're gonna kill you.
k2: I never said I was actually gonna stop it. It was just an idea.
MK: (stares) O.o;;
k2: (grins) On with the show!
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As they were seated at their table Quatre took note that the guards sat at another table, but still relatively close by. Dorothy, eyeing them critically, grumped slightly. "I really do wish Mr. Yui hadn't sent these two guards out to watch us. It's rather…disturbing to have my movements watched at every turn."
"It's for your protection though, isn't it?" Quatre asked, a little relieved the guards were here.
"Yes. It's precautionary Dorothy, you know that." Relena replied
"I'm guessing they still haven't figured out who the assassin was after?" Trowa asked
"No." Relena replied softly. "Which reminds me, has your stitches come out yet Quatre?"
Quatre winced a little at the memory and nodded. It was uncomfortable to remember, especially because of what he'd been forced to do.
"I believe that makes twice now, Quatre, that you've been stabbed." Trowa remarked to his friend.
Quatre felt a wash of guilt enter their location and quickly flicked his eyes to Dorothy. Her face was calm, but her eyes showed slight regret that vanished almost immediately. Trowa, noticing this as well, gave himself a mental reprimand about tact.
"Actually," Quatre stated, "I was only grazed this time." Quatre felt a deepening sorrow build up and he realized that the conversation was starting to get to Dorothy, something he didn't think was possible. It was almost…a relief really, to be feeling this from her. It made her appear more human, less predatory.
But why does it matter so much the way she appears?
As it was Dorothy was indeed feeling guilty about the conversation, but more she felt despair. He hates me. Her thoughts were on a rampage, He'd never forgive me. I should never have come, he never wanted me here. The look on his face earlier only confirms it.
Quatre quickly changed the subject, beginning to feel uncomfortable with the deepness of Dorothy's sadness.
"Miss Relena, how is your current status with Hiiro" I haven't heard anything since the Christmas Party. He's been living with you, correct?"
Relena nodded, slumping a bit. "With no idea of what doctor J did to Hiiro when he was fourteen, we can't possibly help him recover his old life. He may have most of his memories but they are quite faded. The most Hiiro can remember of the procedure itself is only bits and pieces from when he was conscious. The fact that he was driven half mad as his emotions were stripped from him…it still bothers me. The only thing I can do to help him is to be there for him as he rebuilds a new life, hopefully salvaging what he can of his past. Other wise…forget it entirely. That is the last thing I want him to do though…."
There was a slight awkward silence after that and Quatre was beginning to feel it best that his friends know about his empathy abilities before they pour their souls out to him. He was actually rather bored with this scenario and thought it was rather typical to have a date here. It just felt so…impersonal.
"Is anyone really hungry?" Quatre asked in regards to his own thoughts, surprising himself as well as everyone else. "I was just wondering."
"Why, are you?" Relena asked
"No, not really. I get the distinct feeling that was the point."
"Well, then let's skip dinner." Relena ignored his second statement as the others looked at her curiously. "I pretty much have the whole evening planned and dinner, as you guessed Quatre, isn't really important tonight. I will be right back."
Standing, Relena excused herself and walked over to the two suits, smiling pleasantly. A look Quatre had seen on her when dealing with tricky dignitaries and fools who thought they could use her 'naiveté' against her. There was an exchange of words, the men looked decidedly anxious, then worried, then almost panicky. Relena glanced over at them, cocked her head, and the men exchanged nervous glances, looked at them as well. Quatre felt their quizzical emotions floating around confused worry. There was slight fear inside and Quatre was getting an idea of the conversation as Relena's…diplomatic side took a turn for the worst; for the two body guards.
When all was said and done the two men got up, glanced over at their table again with a series of mixed emotions, then headed out of the restaurant. When Relena returned Quatre was unable to remain silent.
"Miss. Relena," HE began, "Dare I ask what you said?"
Relena smiled softly, a feeling of mischievous excitement over coming her, something he rarely ever felt with her (actually he'd only ever felt it once other then the multitude of times he's felt it today), which only caused him to worry.
"I told them that we were going to head for home and didn't need them. I told them they were relieved of duty tonight."
"And they believed you?" Quatre asked as she took a sip of water.
"Of course. They have no reason not to."
She is definitely lying. Quatre thought to himself, torn between laughing with a well done for Relena or say for shame and call them back, reprimanding the woman next to him for being a bad influence on Relena. He decided against the forming and mentally berating for even thinking of the latter.
"They do now." Dorothy replied to Relena with a soft devilish smile of her own. "It's nice to see having some fun Relena."
Quatre was forced to agree with that. Lord knows she needs some. She'd been spending most of her efforts on her duty and the rest on helping Hiiro regain his lost past. So he just smiled and took a sip of water himself, waiting for Relena to continue.
"I'll just tell Hiiro and Milliard that it was all my idea." She continued, knowing full well that was the general consensus of a few minds. "It is, after all, the truth."
"I guess one night won't hurt anything." Quatre murmured thoughtfully. The belligerent emotion from outside had indeed disappeared and he had pretty much forgot about them as a result. Relena's reckless abandon for the night was a contagion that was beginning to sweep him away and he found himself ready and willing to comply to her wishes.
As scary as that sounded.
He really needed to learn to control his ability more. Two years wasn't nearly enough time when you have all the responsibilities that Quatre had.
And of all the occupants of the room, the only none delegate watched as the three before him through all their cares away to act like anything but delegates, embracing the nature of teenagers. Trowa found it highly amusing, and very interesting. Close observation would give him a better understanding of true human nature.
"Now then." Relena began "First thing I want to do, is to change my clothes." She looked at the people gathered around her, smiling at their confused expressions. "I took the liberty of getting something for all of you, though the only person aside from myself that I even know the size of is Dorothy. So I guessed. I do hope they fit."
As the only brave enough to ask, Dorothy spoke up. "What are you talking about?"
"I came prepared, what else?" Standing, she walked over to one of the waitresses, talking for a moment, and came to sit back down while the woman walked away. "It will only take a moment." Relena said and sipped more water.
After a short while the waitress came back, a smile of her own on her face, and handed the bag to Relena. "Here you are Reel. Let me know ho wit goes, okay?" And then left to finish her job. Relena stood up and motioned for the others to follow them out of the restaurant. If there was a bill involved in this evening Relena must have either already taken care of it, or charged it.
"Who was she?" Dorothy asked as they left the Bouquet.
"AN old friend of mine." Relena replied, "Before life got complicated. She's managed to salvage what she could of hers. I found out she worked here about a month ago, a real relief mind you." She turned to glance at Quatre, "We'll have to take your car, you don't' mind do you?"
"No, not at all Miss Relena."
"No formalities!" Relena cried, exasperated.
"Sorry." Quatre felt an eruption of warmth over come Dorothy and kept himself from looking at her. His confusion was beginning to break him in half, each side of him thinking alternate thoughts. AS the valet drove up in Quatre's car, handing the keys to him, Quatre wondered if Dorothy might be, in fact, hiding her insecurities inside that predatory compulsion of hers.
Quatre, may I ask you something before we start?" Relena asked quickly
"Of course."
"Drive
safely, okay?"
Quatre blushed a little and began to open the passenger side door as he spoke. "Of course Miss…uh, I mean Relena."
"And Quatre, that's Trowa's job. You open the front passenger side for Dorothy remember?"
Quatre blushed even more. The thought of Trowa opening and closing a door for someone was rather bizarre really, he'd never seen his friend do it before. Then again, he'd never seen him bow gracefully and kiss a ladies hand either.
"Sorry."
"And
stop apologizing so much."
"Umm…or course."
Quatre was now crimson red, feeling a tad embarrassed. Relena smiled kindly at him and next to him Dorothy seemed quite amused.
"You are adorable when you blush, Quatre." She murmured to him.
A lump entered Quatre's throat and his face heated up. When they were all in the car Quatre turned to Relena.
"So…where exactly are we going?"
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k2: O.o…umm…okay.
MK: Defiantly different K.
K2: Uhuh.
MK: I'm kinda curious as to what you will do with the rest of this. I think it may actually end up a romance!
K2: NO! This is supposed to be different then all the rest of the Q/D Fics out there!
MK: Girl, it is. Believe me, it is.
k2: Oi. Umm…please guys. Tell me if this is better or worse in any way then the original. I did change quite a bit of it, after all.
MK: Oh, yeah. I think some of them may be wondering what the deal is with Quatre, you know, the way he kept thinking about Trowa earlier in the chap?
K2: Uheh…um, yes. That. Well, through a bit of research, and finding some novel excerpts in I found a particular excerpt that was an extension of ep 43. In it Quatre tries to say something to Trowa after Trowa has used the Wing Zero gundam.
MK: That particular scene only proved that Quatre and Trowa felt something for each other during the war. But then again, Quatre was quite naive back then, he'd been quite isolated during his life.
K2: That hardly holds relevance. Point is, it was cannon.
MK: Not only that, however, but we also found, in the same excerpt, another side to Quatre and Dorothy's Zero system battle where she was controlling the mobile dolls.
K2: Yep. Basically Quarter saw inside her head. So I decided to keep that bit of info.
MK: And no, we don't' claim any of it, just to ad to the disclaimer.
K2: Uh, boy. Definitely not.
MK: So anyway! R&R guys! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?
