Chapter One - Fangirl Attack
Rated: T
Warnings: shounen-ai
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.

Summary: Trowa Barton works at the Public Library and is very happy with his new found job. One day at work, he meets a young man named Quatre, and that's where all the 'trouble' starts… AU, Trowa x Quatre.

A/N: It's always been some sort of dream to me to become a writer one day. Now I'm not saying that I'll become one (likely not), but I really like it to post stories (still one now, though) on I mean, I was always like: oh my god, I'm never gonna post a story of mine... But, in the end, I decided that I should give it a try. So, here you go. Please be gentle on my grammar - English is not my first language - and enjoy.

Chapter One - Fangirl Attack

It was a beautiful day, somewhere between spring and summer. In the center of the city, there was a huge Public Library, with a square and a marble fountain before it. On the big, stone stairs which led to the main entrance of the library, sat a tall young man with brown hair that fell over one eye.

He was eating his lunch, enjoying the sun which shone brightly that day. A lot of people had gathered around the fountain and most of them were in couples, and a few alone. There was even a group of friends (or family, the brown haired man couldn't tell), who held an entire picnic at the edge of the square, on the cold, hard stones. A small smile played upon his lips, when he thought about how great it was to have close friends and family.

He himself had never had a true family, except his older sister Catherine, who still worked at the circus where he used to work. And now, he worked for just two weeks, in the big building behind him. He actually liked it: it was quiet work and his colleagues in the library were nice to him. And he worked in the 'adult section' and not in the children section, which also was a big point in his favor. He didn't like working with kids, most of them annoyed the hell out of him and he was too quiet and too polite to say something about it. He always chuckled silently to himself when he saw colleagues dealing with annoying children, happy that he didn't have to do the job.

Half past one. His break was over. Trowa gathered his stuff together and walked the stairs up to the entrance, where he silently greeted the girl who worked behind the desk, Emily.

"Trowa, Mrs. Dolores asked me to say to you that you can start with the cataloguing of the science fiction section," she said to him, pointing towards a list with books.

"Oh, yeah." Trowa grabbed the list and started walking towards the SF section in the back. "Thanks, Emily."

"Anytime."

Trowa enjoyed the back of the library even more. It was rather dark there, with huge, wooden bookshelves and leather seats for the customers. The old smell of books was everywhere and most of the librarians didn't like working in the back because of that. He didn't mind it though. There also weren't a lot of customers: SF didn't seem too popular these days. No people who kept babbling to him about books that they were too stupid to find.

With a enthusiastic glitter in his eye (there was only one visible), he checked Mrs. Dolores list and started to place books on their rightful place.

0o0

"Uhm, excuse me, but I was wondering if you could help me…"

Trowa quickly turned around and left the cataloguing of the SF books for what it was. Customers were first, even if they were too stupid to find a book that they were looking for and was right for their very noses.

"I think I could help you, sir. What do you want to ask?" He tried to be as polite as he could, especially when he recognized the youngest and only son of the rich Winner family.

"Well, I can't find 'The Gundam Saga' by Heero Yuy. I tried looking here with the SF books first, but then I thought that perhaps, it could be with the historical books... I feel stupid for asking." He smiled a little nervously and ran a hand through his blond hair. "Have you got any idea where I can look?"

"I've just been working on cataloguing the SF section, so I'll check my list first to see if your book is on it. If it isn't, I'll ask Emily - the girl at the desk - if she can find it in the computer's database."

"Thank you very much." The eyes of the young heir of the Winner company shot a little frightened through the library, and then locked on a group of girls and some boys.

"I think I've got it, sir. It must be on the third bookshelf from the right, I'll help you find…"

"Oh, no! They found me!" The young man clamped himself to Trowa's arm. "Please, hide me!"

"Hide?" Trowa looked closely at the beautiful shaped face of the man, confused. "Why, sir?"

"You see those girls and boys over there? They've been following me all day, and when they're near me, they try to get an autograph or a date or a kiss or even a lock of my hair!" he cried out.

"You've been followed by stalkers?" Trowa looked down at the young Winner.

"Worse." He glared at the group of girls and boys. "Fangirls and fanboys. Don't you have some dark place or something to hide me 'til they're gone? They just keep coming!"

Trowa quickly looked around and found an old archive chamber next to a bookshelf, which looked more like a closet than a room. "Go in there, I'll cover for you."

"Thanks… uh….?" The young man arched his eyebrows friendly at Trowa before diving into the 'closet'.

"Trowa Barton." Trowa left the door open on a crack and one blue eye peeked through it, looking at him.

"Quatre Winner. Again, thanks a lot."

"Anytime. Now be silent, they're coming this way."

It was absolutely silent when Trowa was quasi working on his SF list and the group of fans approached him. One of the girls, with black pigtails, stepped forward and pulled Trowa at the sleeve of his emerald green vest.

"How can I help you?"

"We're looking for Quatre Winner, that supercute bishie!" She made a pose with her hands in the air and then continued her speaking like nothing had happened. "He went into this library, so he still must be here."

"Do you know where he is?" A boy with blue, spiky hair asked.

"No, I haven't seen him around here. He probably left soon after you came in, if you're sure that he went into the library."

"Really haven't seen him?" The pigtail girl glared at him with narrowed eyes before 'scanning' the whole area. "What if you're hiding him?"

"I'm not," Trowa said calmly, shooting his go-away-or-I'll-kill-you look at her. "I don't even know him."

"You're not really nice, are you?"

Trowa raised an eyebrow. "I don't think it's important for you to think I'm nice or not. I thought you wanted to find Quatre Winner and he's not here. That's the only thing that seems to matter to you guys." His voice was more monotone than ever.

"You're absolutely right," the girl suddenly said. "Come on, we're going. Don't think he's here."

The whole group left, but everyone kept looking around the area for something that seemed out of place. The pigtail girl walked on the front and the others followed her, determined to find the young Winner. Trowa waited patiently until they all were outof the library and then knocked on the door.

"You can come out now."

"Phew, that was close." Quatre rubbed his head and sneezed. "Sorry, it's rather dusty in there…"

There fell an awkward silence over the two young men and they both stared at the floor without saying anything for a few moments. Trowa was, in fact, thinking about the fangirls and fanboys. He could understand their behavior: Quatre was the most wanted man in the whole city (maybe even country), because he was rich, nice and good looking. That last part was something that he had to admit to himself. He never looked at guys in that way, but Quatre looked very good indeed. He had grown a lot since the first time Trowa had seen him in the gossip magazines (about 15 years old then) and was almost as tall as he was. He had a long, slender figure, but was still muscular. And he hadn't even started about his hair and eyes…

Trowa realized he was staring. "I believe I know where 'The Gundam Saga' stands."

"Oh, really? Where?"

"Third bookshelf, I'll show you." Trowa turned around and started to walk, Quatre just one step behind him. Had he imagined, or had he seen a faint blush on the face of the other man? Maybe he shouldn't have stared at him so intensely. But he was handsome, that was a fact.

"Here you go. It was placed on the wrong shelf." He handed the book over to Quatre.

"Ah, thank you. I really wanted to read this book, you know. I even risked getting grabbed by fans…" He smiled faintly, but then, his face looked more serious. "Will I see you again, Trowa?"

"…" Trowa was stunned. This rich, famous and beautiful man asked him when he would see him again? Of course, his surprise wasn't readable on his face.

Quatre, who thought he'd offended the other man, bend his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I just…"

"You didn't make me feel uncomfortable," Trowa answered quickly, "I was just surprised."

"Oh."

Silence.

"I work here every Monday 'till Friday from nine 'till five," Trowa said. Suddenly, a weird thought popped up in his head, a rather bold one for his doing, but he still said it. "And I'm starting the Save People From Fans club, so you'll always be welcome…"

Quatre's face beamed. A huge smile lay upon his features. "Thanks. I think we'll be friends someday." Still smiling, he turned on his heels and started to walk away from Trowa with the book in his hand.

"…?"

As if he knew that Trowa wondered about why he had said that they would be friends 'someday', he stopped right in his tracks and turned around. "I'm good with feeling things. Bye bye!"

"… Bye."

Trowa watched the figure of Quatre 'till he left the library, his blond hair swaying in the wind and the sun reflecting in his sea blue eyes. All the facts of Quatre were true to him now: he was rich (the clothing he was wearing must have cost a fortune), handsome and nice. Trowa really wondered if he'd see him again.

0o0

A week had passed since the incident with Quatre and the fangirls (and boys) and Trowa had already given up the hope to see him again. The weather was still as beautiful as back then, and when he walked into the library on Friday, Emily called him, waving with the newspaper.

"Trowa, look! Our library is in the news in combination with Quatre Winner! He was in our library and look what he says about it…" She twirled around.

Trowa looked at the newspaper which was shoved under his nose by an overjoyed Emily. "Where?"

"Under 'Our weekly interview with Winner'… It's about the city this time, what he thinks about it and stuff. Okay, go down, down… Right there! Public Library." Emily clapped her hands.

"Quatre Winner thinks that the Public Library is one of the best libraries he has ever seen and that the personnel is very kind and helpful towards customers." Trowa's eyes shot over the paper.

Emily screamed the next lines without reading it. "Quoting Q.W.: 'The library personnel is absolutely stunning, they help you with everything. I myself was being followed by a gang of… well, let's say 'fans', and one of the librarians helped me hiding. I won't say his name in this interview, but I thank him again for his helping. I would like to see him again, so I'll visit the library again, soon, I hope.' Wonderful, isn't it?"

Trowa was too stunned to say anything and stared at the paper.

"It's you, right? I just knew it, you're the only attractive male librarian around here and there's gossip that Quatre's gay…" Emily started whispering. "But you didn't hear that from me. Anyway, Quatre's like, totally nice!"

"I know," Trowa said. What mess was he getting himself into by only helping someone? Well, you didn't just help him. You 'looked' at him. In that way.

"Maybe he only wants to see you again because he just likes you as a friend… Quatre's very friendly too."

"I know."

"And he's handsome."

"…I know." Trowa folded the paper between his hands, his mind running around in circles. He didn't even see his other colleagues walking past him as they entered the library for their work.

"But of course, you talked to him after all! I only checked out his book… 'The Gundam Saga', that was it! Right?"

"…Yeah." He stood up abruptly, and left Emily alone with her joyfulness. He tossed the paper in a container and tried to concentrate on his work. Like that would help to stop my wandering thoughts, he thought sarcastically.

He was extremely silent that day, even more silent than otherwise. Quatre would visit the library soon again… When would that be?

End Chapter One

A/N: Well, that was chapter one, folks. Oh, a note on the side: Mrs. Dolores owns the library and Emily is her niece, who works as a librarian at the Library. The story is starting a little slowly, but it takes time to build up a good relationship, right? This is some sort of prologue to the actual story.
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