A boy seventeen years of age stood in front of the gateway to the arrivals area. He was dressed in khaki pants, a salmon dress shirt and a violet vest. His platinum blonde hair fell over his teal eyes that looked from side to side in search of someone or something. The large gym bag slung over one shoulder, violin case in one hand and the handle of a rolling suitcase in the other told the people who noticed the youth that he had just arrived.
"Quatre!!"
The blonde turned his gaze to the direction of the voice. A woman with short, sandy blonde hair and earthy brown eyes approached him.
A huge smile grew on his face as the sight of the woman. "Iria!" He walked over to her and said "hi."
Iria frowned. "Quatre Raberba Winner, just because you're seventeen now doesn't mean you can get away without hugging your sister."
Quatre laughed and put down his violin. "Nag…" he said, giving the older girl a hug. He followed his sister to the parking lot to go to Iria's house.
During the ride, the teal-eyed boy barely heard his sister's chatter. Instead he watched the buildings and landmarks and took in his new surroundings. This was nothing new to the boy having switched homes four times already. On Monday, Quatre had to start at a new school during the beginning of its second semester. This wasn't new to him either. He had been registered in six different schools in the past four years. It all started the day people found out that he was gay. During his freshman year as a school in California, where he was originally from, many boys found that being near a homosexual male was uncomforting and decided to do something about it. Quatre had to stay in the hospital for a week. His father decided to transfer Quatre to a different school for his son's safety. Being the middle of the year, Quatre struggled to catch up in all of his classes. He barely made it through his freshman year. Summer swung by and as soon as word of Quatre's sexuality spread, history repeated itself. This time, Quatre was hospitalized for two weeks. So as a new school year approached, it was a new school for Quatre. The blonde didn't dare to speak a word of his sexuality during his sophomore year at his new school. That year went by smoothly but when school came back around, Quatre's father had to go to Arabia for business, causing Quatre to change schools again. This time, he had to stay in a boarding school. Junior year had no problems either but when summer came around, Quatre's father was transferred to Northern California so the blonde boy had to transfer homes and schools yet again. Quatre grew tired of all the moving and decided not to let anyone into his life. Quatre was good at being alone even though it pained him. Not only were his spirits dropping, so were his grades. He managed to pass his first semester of his senior year but when the New Year came, Mr. Winner announced to his son that his sister had returned from her studies in England and was now living in Maine. He also told his son that work caused him to travel throughout Southwestern Asia. So the brought Quatre to a little town in Maine to start in a new home and at yet another school. By now, Quatre didn't care anymore. He wanted high school to be over so there wouldn't be anymore moving. And most of all, he didn't want to be hurt anymore. With every transfer, Quatre had to leave behind a friend or a teacher he grew close to. Even in his first semester of his senior year, Quatre found a teacher he could talk to and that teacher listened and cared for the boy as she would a son. Quatre hated having to leave his teacher's company but it couldn't be helped. It hurt to leave a loved one and Quatre didn't want to deal with that again. He decided no to let anyone in, especially with college right around the corner.
"It would only result in more pain…" Quatre had convinced himself.
"What was that, sweetie?" Iria asked. She noticed that her brother had zoned out of her ramblings and was concentrating on his own thoughts. 'All this moving must be hard for him.' She thought to herself. She was a pained, distant look on Quatre's face. She frowned knowing that her brother could probably be the most cheerful person she knew. Now, he looked like a lost soul with nowhere to go and no one to turn to.
Quatre snapped out of his thoughts at Iria's inquiry. "Huh? Oh. It's nothing." He offered the older girl a smile. "Are we almost there?"
"Yeah. Just another couple minutes."
Iria pulled up into the driveway of her new home and helped Quatre with his luggage.
"This is your room, Cat. Welcome home."
'Home…' Quatre scoffed at the thought.
Author's notes/Disclaimer: I do not own the GW characters.
Poor Cat...don't worry about it. Good things happen to good people. Rah! For some reason, my stories like to have the charcters from Maine and California. Why? I don't know. I'm just as confuzzled as you. See? Now I'm making up words. Woids. O_o*
I'll be going then...