smiles I know I haven't written a new fic in AGES, so I am going to tell you all that I apologize, and hopefully (if you all keep me straight, you may have to smack me around a little bit) it will not happen again. I missed you peeplets! -glomps you all-

Oh yes, back on the subject, ne?

Let us pray that I have not lost my insanity or my ability to develop a good story/plot line, however, you will all be the judges of that. I still have my ten or eleven muses working for me at full tilt. But, enough of all this chit chat (I'm so good at rambling...), let us get on to the bigger and better things in life; FANFICS! FANFICS WITH BOYS! FANFICS WITH GUNDAM BOYS! Yaaaaaaaaaay!

Now, I know I have not written a 3x4 in such a terribly long time, and I do apologize. (2x1 will also be here, but not until a later chapter, and also, Wu-Fei should be with someone, so any ideas on a man to make-up? If you come up with any, please e-mail me... I am presenting to you... -bows and extends her hand-

The Bouquet of Gold

(That's the title) -giggle-

BUT, before I get started (YES, you must withstand even MORE of my ramblings, but at least this one is important!)

I would like to make a dedication in this ficlet.

I would enjoy, it would please me so, it would be a treat, it would make me smile thus, to be able to dedicate this fanfic to the very person who has once again inspired me to continue writing; the person who has lifted me from my darkened realm, full of writer's block and the willingness to admit defeat. The person who has once again stirred the insanity that we all know I possess, the very person who did all of this with just a not-so-mere review. Thank you GundamPilot03! -cheesy smile-

Now, since you have all probably forgotten the title, let me restate it (I'll even underline it again for you so you don't get lost, aren't I so nice?)

The Bouquet of Gold

The sun shone down brightly upon a blond head, the beams bouncing off of his hair, seemingly forming a halo around his head.

'How fitting for such an angelic face,' thought another to himself, yet he never thought he would find the words to tell the other of his feelings. The brown haired boy had been watching "his" angel for about a week now, and had been immediately entranced. He had never felt so connected to another creature - especially a mere mortal. He had been raised an orphan, beaten as a teenager, and now here he was; scarred and cold. The blond boy lit something up inside of him, melting some of the icy interior he had built up around his heart; it slowly dripped down, gradually melting. The man did not know the others name, and he made certain that when he watched him that he not get caught. He would not be made fool! All the man really wished to know was what the others name was. A plan began forming in his mind, 'how fitting,' he thought once again, a sly smile playing his thin lips. For, you see, he had been sent here for a reason, and one reason only; to find recruitments. The kicker was, they had to be WILLING recruitments.

The other kicker was that they would have to travel to a different world...

and never return.

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"Ah, what a BEAUTIFUL day!" exclaimed the bouncy blond, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. He slowly walked outside to tend his flowers. He leaned in so that his nose was close to the dirt, nearly close enough for his lips to touch the rich brown soil.

"Hey little buddy, you gonna come up for Daddy today?" he cooed at the ground, making it apparent that he had planted something there. He smiled down at the earth and took a watering bucket to tend his flowers. He gazed lovingly at his yellow tulips that had just begun to spring from the dampened ground. The boy smiled and decided to get a drink of water for himself. He turned to go back inside and then suddenly froze in his spot, feeling the hairs in the back of his neck stand up. The brown haired boy raised an eyebrow at this (he was secretly watching him once more), and was about to ask his "love" if anything was the matter. That is, he -was- going to ask, until the blonde suddenly let out a bright smile, and took off running...into another's arms.

"Hey Q-Man! What's shakin'?"

"Not much, Duo! How have you been, I haven't seen you in months!"

"Eh, not much, I see that you still tend the flowerbeds, eh? I always -knew- you were a sissy like that," the other man joked.

The brown haired boy watched the conversation intensley, and then murmered to himself, "This will please my master well, very well..." he finished the rest of his thought in his head and then turned to leave his blond angel for the day.

"I must go tell him of this sudden turn of events, I am sure he will not be dis-pleased," with that, the boy walked over to a nearby tree, touched it, and was gone in a flash of green.

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"Ah, my most faithful servant, what brings you back so quickly?" came a cold voice from the depths of the tavern the brown haired man had just arrived in.

"My master, I bring you good news."

"Well, it had better be, considering that you are back three days early, I need not remind you of your debt to me do I?"

"No sir."

"Good. I do not wish to have to kill another servant today, I am afraid you are my most faithful one and I do wish to keep you until I no longer am in need of your services."

"I understand, sir."

"Good Trowa, now you may speak."

"Thank you, sir," Trowa (the brown haired boy of which we have spoken of thus far) stated. "I have found the two I do believe will help us in our cause. One is already quite accustomed to tending the earth, and I do believe that he already possesses the power we are looking for. I also sighted another today that had a strong aura surrounging him, he, I do think, will also prove vital."

"I still do not know why you have left so early, Trowa. Did I not save you from the human hands that scarred you? Did I not raise you as mine own as soon as you reached the age of fifteen? Have I not treated you well enough that you cannot obey a single request?"

"But, I entreat you sir," (1)

"SILENCE!" the dark haired man stood, anger apparent in his dark eyes, interrupting the other. "I have not the strength to punish you today, but you best go back and not return without the other two of which you speak."

"Yes sir."

Trowa turned to leave, he now knew what he had to do.

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(1) The "entreat" of which I speak is from the Shakespearean era where it meant "to beg." Trowa was really saying, "But I beg you, sir."

'Tis short, I know...

but 'tis only the first chapter!

So, what do you think thus far? .

I so hope that you have enjoyed!

MinakoChan

(M-Chan)