Beautiful Disaster
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Kelly Clarkson or her song, and I make no profit of any kind off of this, unless it is a smile.
Rating: T (because I don't want to underrate something)
Summary: Trowa, Heero, Duo and Wufei are getting closer, but what just happened with Quatre?
Warning: shonen ai, 4/6, mention of 2/3, 1/5. Basically I write nothing past kisses. This fanfiction really has nothing to do with the original story line.
Possibel spoilers about Zechs!
Notes: I know no one posted a review on chapter 4 yet, but I figured I could put this up anyway, for those of you who want the next one right away (partially because I write short chapters... my bad) Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 5: "...if I could hold on..."
This is it, the moment of truth...
There was a loud knock that startled Quatre awake, but before he could answer the door slid open to reveal a woman dessed in the typical maid attire.
"Master Winner, Lord Randal wishes for you to accompany him for breakfast. Someone will show you to the breakfast nook in one hour." The maid closed the door to let Quatre have peace. She had such a high pitched voice that no one could sleep through, Quatre thought she could even awaken the dead. Quatre was told that she was one of the newer maids, so he had to give her some credit, despite her impatience.
Just as the small blond pulled himself out of bed the door swung open again, this time without warning. Zechs stepped in and latched the door behind him.
"My apologies for barging in like this, but I just wanted to tell you that we are leaving after lunch. I'm afraid I won't be able to join you for breakfast, I was called about something and have to step out for a while." The ash blond was fidgeting with a fluffy bow-tie, finding it more difficult than it should have been to tie. Quatre moved across the floor toward Zechs, his long nightgown –provided by Lord Randal's maids– swept the floor with every step. The smaller blond batted Zechs' hands away from the tie, and accomplished the task in little time.
"Alright. But, you will be here for lunch right?" Quatre looked up at the man with his pleading teal eyes.
"Thank you. Yes, I plan on being back before lunch. Don't worry, Randal said that he would show you some of the more beautiful spots on his land." Zechs smiled reassuring the smaller boy.
"Then, be careful and good luck." Quatre said, tugging the taller one down so that he could plant a kiss on his cheek.
"I'm sure I will!" He said, then took one last look before turning and leaving the room.
Quatre sighed, then proceeded preparing himself for breakfast.
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"Thank you for joining me, Mr. Winner." Randal said, standing up as Quatre entered the room.
"No, I should be the one to thank you for your kindness, Lord Randal." Quatre offered a bright smile.
"You can just call me Randal, there's no need to be formal, you are Zechs' boyfriend aren't you?" Randal laughed, gesturing to a chair across the table from his. The table was small and round, just big enough for four to sit at for breakfast. In the center of the table a plump vase filled with beautiful morning flowers, which sat on a knitted white doily, protecting the white flower embroidered tablecloth that nearly touched the floor.
Quatre followed the gesture and sat down on the cushioned sequoia chair.
"So, Mr. Winner, how did you come upon someone like Zechs Merquise?" Randal asked after reseating himself.
"Please, call me Quatre. Actually, he found me. We first met during the war two years ago, I was fourteen then... He was working for my enemy, and it wasn't a very long meeting at first. It was just enough though. My sixteenth birthday he started contacting me, and told me how he felt... I told him that I felt the same way, now here we are."
"That's quite some story. I bet you could write a book on your life, Quatre, and I would read it for sure." Randal smiled. The meal was brought in, and to Quatre's surprise it was a more simple meal than imagined, consisting of eggs, bacon, hash-browns, sauce and orange juice.
"I probably could. And I might some day after I've lived this life to its fullest, and Zechs will be there all the way... I just know it." Quatre enjoyed the meal and Randal's company. Afterward Randal began showing Quatre around the 'castle' as it came to be called for all of its many hiding places and secret rooms. After an hour Randal was called away on some important business Quatre wasn't allowed to hear, and was left to explore on his own.
The small blond wandered out into a garden in the back yard. A natural looking rock waterfall fountain was found in the very middle, with a pebble pathway running around the perimeter; flowers and plants were placed on both sides of the pathway, with a little chunk of land in the water supporting a small tree. With a closer look Quatre saw small angelfish swimming about in the pond.
Quatre leaned over the pond to get a closer look at the swimming fish, unaware of the danger that might befall himself. The first warning was the noise from someone walking on the pebble-stone path, the second was a reflection in the water of someone other than Quatre. However, both of these went unnoticed by the little blond boy, who went on watching the fish.
Quatre's arm was tugged at, with force enough to spin him around. There was no time to react before the cloth was forced in his face, a drug knocking him out almost instantly.
"Beautiful eyes..." Quatre heard someone say before falling into the pits of darkness, asleep.
Meanwhile the other four boys were riding in a carriage, on their way to as far as they could go. Trying to sort out their "Quatre Issue" as Duo had dubbed it. They fell into a strong silence, broke only by their on-board "Shinigami."
"We've been at this for a while now. Why don't we just call him again?" Duo complained, pushing himself farther down into the bench-seat of their carriage, crossing his arms and pouting his face to better show his emotions.
"Yeah, we've been in China, now we're in England. What next?" Wufei leaned forward in his seat, thoroughly annoyed.
"We should be catching up to them soon." Trowa assured, thinking hard on where to go once they stopped.
"The end of this road is a private property, I shouldn't proceed unless you have an invitation." The carriage driver hollered back at the boys.
"Who lives there?" Heero asked out of curiosity.
"The Earl McHarison." The driver answered, more than just a little annoyed.
"Are you sure you can't take us there?" Trowa asked.
"Why would we go there?" Duo asked rolling his eyes, more annoyed than curious as well.
"Maybe he could help us." Trowa said.
"I can't take you farther, if you wanna trespass do it on your own time." The driver said, much more annoyed than before, if that were possible.
"Alright, we'll get out here." Trowa confirmed, opening the low carriage door and climbing out. "Come on guys."
"This seems silly." Duo smirked as he descended from the carriage.
Once all four were out, the carriage U-turned and headed back down the road. The boys began their trek to the McHarison estate, with at least one in high hopes of success.
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Comment here: Good, but you best write another chapter quick or I'll have to beat ya up! Ya little TWINKLETOWN princess!! (Oh, just a note... Succession is more a term used to describe the future event of taking over or inheriting something, most likely a throne, hence the title 'Successor'. The word that you were looking for consists of three letters less than Succession, and I bet you guessed right! You meant 'Success'.) Keep up the good work!!
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Note: Tah-dah! From here on out there will be newly written chapters... I kinda feel sorry for my poor sis who didn't get to read the next chapter as soon as she wanted, good thing she didn't really beat me up. I do hope this is entertaining enough for everyone who reads it, if not I guess you wouldn't get this far anyway. Thanks for your reviews thus far, I hope to receive more! Wish me luck ^.~ v