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DISCLAIMER:
Gundam
Wing belongs to Sunrise and its affiliates, not the author. AUTHOR’S
NOTE:
My first GW fanfiction. Don’t be evil... please review. I had some
trouble getting the story to actually GO somewhere. Oh well. This fic
has become a monster of a fic—almost every major character of Gundam
Wing is eventually in it. The beginning, however, focuses on Catherine
and Quatre (which was the original intent, but that got lost along the
way). Anywayz, e-mail me at ladyknight_@hotmail.com!
Oh, and NO, this story is not and never was for the QWxCB
challenge. Okay now, try to enjoy the story, ne? ^^ Oh, and
Catherine and Trowa don’t know they’re siblings... they don’t
know in the show either, just thought I’d make sure everyone knew
that... oh, and, at random times, I have bouts of insane, quirky
humor—ignore that. This took me a LONG time to write so I had lots
of opportunities to be quirky. ^o^ EYES
By The
young man sighed and shuffled through the piles of files before him.
The war and his father’s sudden death had left the Winner
Corporation in a state of pandemonium for several months after the
last battle in space. The twenty-year-old Winner heir furrowed his
brow over the amount of work in store for him. I can hardly believe
that it has only been three years since the Maremaia incident. With
obvious relief, he stood up as the clock signaled the lunch hour.
Dropping the file he’d been about to read, he grabbed his favorite
black jacket and headed out the door. I can read about “Los Ojos”
another time... ~*~ “Trowa!”
Miss Bloom’s eyes roamed the circus tent, searching for her truant
fellow performer. He’d wandered off again, and just before it was
time for them to rehearse their act, too. She sighed. She’d been
restless lately and throwing daggers was a great way to relieve her
pent up energy. I haven’t had an assignment in months, she
thought almost wistfully. Flipping her auburn curls in irritation, she
proceeded toward the lion cages in search of her partner. I’m
going to pull him over here by those bangs of his if he’s trying to
ditch rehearsal again—not that we need to rehearse. She grinned
ferally. I just enjoy it so much... ~*~ “Hi
Trowa!” Quatre greeted his friend warmly. The Circus had been on L4
for only two weeks, but he and Trowa had become reacquainted with each
other quickly. It was nice to find that not all the fruits of war for
Quatre were files sitting on his desk waiting to be perused. Trowa
nodded to acknowledge Quatre and the two young men seated themselves
as a waiter handed them menus. “I’m
surprised Miss Bloom didn’t mind canceling your rehearsal.” Quatre
smiled again, but Trowa shook his head. “I
left.” “You
didn’t tell her? Won’t she be angry?” Trowa
shrugged. “Beware the restless woman who has sharp objects within
her reach. Life is cheap, but not that cheap.” Quatre
laughed and raised an eyebrow at Trowa. “Was that a joke?” “...” Quatre
smiled again, but sighed inwardly. I suppose that’s all I’ll
hear from Trowa today... ~*~ Darkness
had fallen across the Winner estate. All the lights had dimmed, except
one. In the west wing of the elegant estate, a single room remained
lit. The young Winner heir could be seen through the ornate
windowpanes. He was carefully scanning one of the many files on his
desk. His brows were furrowed and a slight frown touched his lips. In
bold black letters, the file cover read: LOS OJOS. ~*~
Cat’s at it again, Trowa thought. He rubbed at the
area above his forehead, pausing to smooth out his rumpled bangs. The
clicking of keys could be heard through the door. She’s always
socializing with those cyber friends of hers. He felt relieved
though, that she was occupied. They’re lucky she can’t
physically pull their hair. Well, if she decides to go into Cyber, I
suppose they could seem to feel her pulling their hair... Trowa
shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t know much about Cyber; it was just
another one of those virtual reality worlds, though it was more
popular than most of the other systems that existed. Catherine used a
small device that she could attach to the area near her cerebral
cortex. It allowed her to visit the virtual world conveniently from
her trailer. She evidently had many friends whom she’d only known in
Cyber. It seemed like just another big entertainment attraction to
him, but Catherine like it and, as long as she was too busy to be
angry with him, he was fine with it. ~*~
“Iria, do you think this is necessary?”
Dr. Iria Winner glanced up at her brother, who was waving a
file at her.
“What is it, Quatre?”
“See for yourself. I need your advice.” He tossed the file
in front of her. “I’ve been trying to sift through all the
paperwork that was left undone for the past few years.” He watched
as she skimmed the contents quickly, an expression of intense interest
lighting her eyes.
“Where did you get this, Quatre?”
“It was part of the package that included father’s
will—the one that dictated that I NOT take over the running of the
Winner Corporation until I was twenty.” Quatre sighed. “Father
could have saved me a lot of work now if I’d been able to start
reorganizing the company right after the war. Anyway, this file was
separate from most of the other documents. I think it explains why
there were all those safeguards that father placed on the keeping of
his will.”
“Indeed, it does. Hmm... I think you should make good use of
it, Quatre. In fact, I have a suggestion for how you can use this.” ~*~ Catherine Bloom glanced around Dimension 0198. Cyber was full of Dimensions, or sectors of the virtual matrix of Cyber frequented by people all over the galaxy with shared interests. 0198 was one of her usual hangouts. It was also a secure, restricted sector of Cyber. Only members could access it and it was very difficult to sneak in past the security grids. Catherine sighed. 0198, for the past few months, had seen a lot of inactivity and restlessness. A lot of old virtual friends had vanished over the course of the war, too. Catherine sighed again. The old team was looking pretty small these days. In fact, she was, at the moment, the only one in the room. Catherine frowned and turned to leave. Suddenly, just as she was about to transfer herself back to reality, the darkness that was 0198 was flooded with flashing red letters: GANAR. Finally, she thought. He’s coming. Her blood thrilled at the thought. |