by Neon Fantasy
Disclaimer: None of the GW charcaters used in this story belong to me. This is a 4xR story.
Chapter 2
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" --- " - Speaking
' --- ' - Thinking
Having a couple of hours till the plane was to touch down, Quatre was starting to get a little restless. He wasn't able to sleep so all he had been
doing since he got on the plane as think about home and his family. With the way things were before he left, he couldn't help but think if things
were going to get worse when he arrived or if he would be sent off to another company to do work for another few years on the other side of the
world somewhere. Why him? Why did he have to be the one to carry on in his father's foot steps? Dorothy wouldn't mind doing it, why not her?
There were other men more experienced yet more knowledgeable about this sort of thing then him. Sure he had been brought up on it since his
father forced him to learn the ways of the company whether he liked it or not but he was still a teenager, it scared him in a way knowing so much
when he still had high school to finish. To think so many people envied him for acquiring so much knowledge at such a young age. Personally he
wish he could give it to them, it wasn't something he was proud of. After all it wasn't what he wanted. Sighing to himself in defeat he figured he
might as well do something useful then think about such problems which couldn't be solved. Opening up his briefcase he pulled out his laptop, he
figured he might as well do some programming. Macro-programming seemed to grab his attention so he figured he might as well do some work on
that.
He had no idea how much time had gone by, he was getting so indulged into his programming that he didn't notice someone was trying to talk to
him. Not getting his attention the man next to him tapped him on the shoulder which suddenly made Quatre jump. Hiding his frustration he turned
his head to the man sitting next to him.
The man gave him an apologetic smile and turned his vision to the air hostess standing beside him in the aisle.
Quatre looked up towards the air hostess; she was smiling sheepishly at him which made his cheeks slightly flush in embarrassment, "Sorry about
that."
The air hostess continued to smile as him and asked, "Sorry to disturb you sir but I was wondering if there was anything you needed at all?
Something to eat or drink?"
Quatre smiled but shook his head in response, "No thank you I'm fine. Sorry for my rudeness before."
"It's quite alright sir, I'm sorry to have bothered you. Please let me know if you need anything later."
With that she bowed her head to him and walked on to attend to some more passengers.
Quatre turned his vision back to the man beside him. He had short brown hair with a beard and brown eyes. The man looked to be around the
same age as his father, "Sorry about my ignorance just now," Quatre apologized.
The man beside him gave him a forgiving smile an said to him, "It's quite alright," before turning him head forward again and closing his eyes.
Turning back to his laptop he suddenly heard the man's muffled coughs beside him, his hand holding a handkerchief over his mouth. He seemed to
of had a cold or something, Quatre thought since he had done that on several occasions, some coughs almost sounded as if he was choking. It
made him worry a little but there wasn't anything he could do for him, he was no doctor after all but he settled down shortly afterwards which was
to Quatre's relief since he was almost thinking he couldn't breath.
However, it didn't take long for Quatre to suddenly grow frustrated over his laptop. He mumbled a few curses to himself but didn't notice he
actually said that out loud when the man beside him cocked an eye brow at him.
"Are you alright?"
Quatre's eyes widened, mentally kicking himself at the same time, 'What's wrong with me today? That's twice already that I have made a fool of
myself.'
"Um, sorry. I hadn't meant for that to be spoken out loud."
The man just gave out a few chuckles at the young lad beside him, 'Every sentence he has spoken so far is of apology. What a well raised young
man.'
"Please, it's nothing to apologize over. I couldn't help but notice you are doing a bit of programming there. Is that what's growing your frustration?"
Quatre nods and shamefully replies, "I am having a bit of trouble putting this data into a certain sequence and no matter what I try it's not doing
what I want it to. I'm just about ready to give up on this." He mumbled that last sentence more to himself then to the man beside him.
"I would be more then happy to show you how to do it."
Quatre was stunned by his answer, 'Had the man been watching him all this time?' He didn't want to trouble him over such a thing but with the
way things were going he would snap the laptop in half soon.
"If you wouldn't mind, I didn't mean to disturb you from your sleep."
"Really, it's no trouble at all," accepting his assistance Quatre handed the laptop over to the man. As he started typing away he continued, ?I use
these sorts of programs every once and a while when I work. They can be quite useful and handy in times of need." He said smiling, "Oh, forgive
me, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. My name is Mr. Darlian."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Darlian. I'm Quatre, Quatre Raberba Winner." Quatre gave him a friendly smile and held his hand out to him as Mr.
Darlian kindly returned the gesture, shaking his hand firmly.
'Winner, I have heard that somewhere before,' Mr. Darlian pondered as he released his hand from Quatre's.
He wondered about this as he worked his way through Quatre's laptop. Upon finishing the problem Quatre had, the realization of the name popped
into his head, "You wouldn't happen to be related to a Dorothy Catalonia Winner by any chance would you?" Mr. Darlian asked as he handed Quatre
back his laptop.
The sudden question almost made Quatre drop his laptop, 'How does he know Dorothy?' He thought to himself.
Out loud he answered, "Yes, she is my older twin sister."
"Twin? I would never have realized."
"Haha, yes, you are not the only one who has said that. But how is it that you know her?"
"Oh, she is one of my daughter's friends. Do you know her? Her name is Relena."
Quatre thought about it for a while but the name didn't ring a bell. It was stupid of him to even think if he knew her or not, how can he know his
sister's friends if he hadn't even been home to know? Even so, before he even left he wasn't very close to his sister which upset him deeply. He
cared about Dorothy a lot but for some reason she always seemed to want to fight with him over something. To her, he never did anything right,
no matter what it was and she prided herself on making him feel so pitiful. He could never figure out what it was that made her feel so much hate
towards him.
Mr. Darlian started growing concerned when he noticed Quatre's eyes sadden by his words; he looked deep in thought as well but before he could
say anything more they heard the plane's intercom come to life. The feminine voice announced to all passengers that the plane would be landing in
a few minutes so everyone must fasten their seat belts to be ready for landing.
As Quatre fastened his seat belt, he leaned his back further into the seat and said to Mr. Darlian, "I don't know any of my sister's friends." As he
said this, Mr. Darlian just starred back at him with a blank expression. Quatre just gave him a weak smile and closed his eyes, 'I don't even know
my own sister let alone her friends,' he thought.
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Dorothy and Relena seated themselves in the waiting area of the terminals as they waited for the arrival of the plane. Dorothy sat up straight in
her chair and peered down at her watch.
"They should be here soon."
Relena nodded but kept her eyes out at the long aisle ways of the terminal from where they had previously entered.
Dorothy noticed this and asked, "What's up with you?"
"Just wondering when my mother will be showing up."
"She should be here soon."
Silence filled the air between Dorothy and Relena after that. Relena couldn't help but notice something was troubling Dorothy. In fact, she had
been acting on edge for a week or so now. 'Maybe she is just getting nervous about her brother's return home. She hasn't seen him for a few
years after all.' Now thinking about it, she didn't even know Dorothy had a brother until she had told her about him coming home a couple of weeks
ago. Relena had known Dorothy for about two and a half years, ever since she came to her school two years ago. Relena admired Dorothy a lot
when she first met her even now she still admired her strength and logic. She stood up for her beliefs; she was smart, pretty and never took crap
from anyone. Relena envied her a lot but even now, there were still many things she didn't know about Dorothy. Like her brother, why hadn't she
even mentioned him once while they had known each other? 'Did they have a fight or something?'
With curiosity taking the better of her she stated, "You must be happy to be able to see your brother again."
Dorothy just snorted at that remark, but continued to watch for the plane.
"Did something happen between the two of you or something?"
Dorothy didn't answer; it was as if she didn't even hear her since she suddenly noticed her glaring at the site of something. Looking in her direction
Relena saw passengers flooding in.
'The planes arrived already? I can't believe I missed it,' Dorothy thought as she stood up from her chair, searching the crowds for her little brother.
Not having much luck she noticed Relena calmly stand from her seat beside her and walked towards the crowds of people, not even once saying
anything to Dorothy, let alone gesture for her to follow. Dorothy glared at the back of her friend but since she had no idea as to where Quatre
would be she decided to follow after Relena.
Quatre was behind Mr. Darlian as they walked into the terminal. Quatre waited while Mr. Darlian went to pick up his suitcase before heading back
over to him. But before Mr. Darlian could look around for his family he suddenly heard someone shouting.
"Father!" Relena called out to him as she walked up to him, wrapping her arms around him in a big tight hug.
"Relena, it's good to see you again. How have you been?" Mr. Darlian asked, his smile widening at the pleasures of seeing his daughter again.
"I have been fine. How are you? Did your trip go well?"
As Mr. Darlian went into a little detail about his trip Quatre couldn't help but smile at the two. They looked so happy, he could tell that they are
very close, for some reason he couldn't help but notice there to be no resemblance between the two but pushed that thought away, 'She probably has
the looks of her mother,' he thought. It saddened him looking at the sight though, longing over something which he knew he could never have but
even so, he would be happy for them.
"By the way," Mr. Darlian started as he scanned the area, "Where is your mother?"
"I'm sure she's just running a little late," Relena answered as she hugged her father again.
"Oh, that reminds me." Mr. Darlian turned to Quatre who was standing beside them, still smiling at them.
"Forgive my rudeness Quatre, this is my daughter Relena. Relena, this is Quatre, Dorothy's younger twin brother."
Relena stepped away from her father to greet Quatre properly, "Nice to meet you Quatre," she said as she raised her hand to him, giving him a
weak smile.
Quatre gave her one of his sweetest smiles as he raised his hand to shake hers, "It's a pleasure to meet you too Miss Relena." As he took her
hand, he couldn't help but glance over her form. She was wearing a long sleeved, dark grey top which figured her upper body nicely and wore black
jeans which went tight around her thighs but slowly started flaring after the knees. Her eye level was up to the base of his neck so he was a few
inches taller but he had to admit that she had the right curves on her to make many guys fawn over her. Her hair completely down and went down
to her elbows in length, she had soft creamy coloured skin and didn't appear to be wearing much make-up, which made her appearance all the
more natural. One of her best features had to be her aquamarine eyes. He could drown in the beauty of them, but what he didn't notice was that
he already was. Upon observing her he couldn't help but notice there to be sadness within those eyes, her smile had been a forced one which she
gave just to not look rude so her face could pass as a smiling happy one but her eyes told another story. He was curious as to find what it was
that was troubling her but realization suddenly came over him that he had been staring at her, the hand shake had ended a while ago and all he
was doing now was holding her hand. 'What am I doing!' Quatre thought to himself as he carefully released his hand from hers as to not make it
seem noticeable that he held it just a bit longer then intended. He turned his head off to the side as to hide the slight blushing he could feel swell
up in his cheeks.
Relena just gave him a confused look at his strange actions but didn't say anything, not taking notice of his slight blushing. Although it didn't go
totally unnoticed by Mr. Darlian, he just smiled and shook his head at the little performance of it all.
"Would you by any chance have seen my sister Dorothy anywhere?" Quatre blurted out, hoping a little conversation would calm his nerves.
"I'm right here," called a voice from behind him. When Quatre turned towards the voice of the person he noticed he was standing only inches away
from them. The sudden closeness of the figure beside him shocked him at first but when he saw it was Dorothy he almost wanted to cry with
happiness.
"It's been a while," Dorothy said as she stepped back from him, tilting her head up at him.
"Dorothy! It's so good to see you again," Quatre greeted over-excitedly, as he stepped towards her, wanting to give her a friendly hug. Dorothy on
the other hand pushed him back before he could do so, just a little prod as to stop him in his tracks, not wanting to put a little performance on for
Relena and Mr. Darlian.
They both started talking again so their attention was averted away from them now. Quatre was shocked by her actions, not to mention hurt but
decided not to press it on any further. She gave him a sly smile and started walking circles around him, examining him carefully.
"My, you've certainly grown a bit while you were away haven't you?" She said out loud, more to herself then to him. He remained silent as watched
her from the corner of his eye. He wasn't the only one who grown a bit. He almost didn't recognize her at first. She was a bit taller then Relena
since her eye level went up to his chin. Her body had filled out more, while her hair had certainly over grown itself as well. From what he could
remember her hair had only went half way down her back in length, now it went down to around mid-thigh length. Her eyes were still as he
remembered they gave off the image of strength yet there was always a hint of coldness in them when ever they were gazing at him.
Suddenly he felt her hand squeeze around his upper arm, he looked at her in curiosity while she continued to give him that sly smile of hers.
"You have been working out a bit haven't you?"
Quatre blushed a little by her question, "Um, not really. You know I don't really get the time to do things like that."
"Stop being so modest," Dorothy snapped at him, "You definitely have more of a build now then what you did the last time I saw you and I doubt
that you had just sprouted like that over the last few years."
Quatre just looked at her blankly but slightly nodded to her, turning his gaze away from her in disappointment, 'Still the same girl she always was,'
he thought to himself.
Dorothy turned to greet Relena and her father, her shallow expression now changing to a sweet smiling one.
As he watched her talk to them we wondered how she could just do that all the time. One minute she can be angry and cold, then all of a sudden
she can be sweet and innocent. However, most of her little innocent performances were just a cover-up from what she really felt and that
saddened Quatre a lot to see her like that. No matter how much he would try to be close to her he seemed to make things worse between them,
so all he could do was leave her be and hope that someday she will show her true self, one day.
Turning his gaze away from his sister he noticed Relena was standing on her own, watching her father and Dorothy converse with each other. He
was still curious as to find out just what it was that was making this girl so depressed, it made him upset just looking at her. While making his way
over to her, she caught sight of this and wondered what it was he wanted, she was not in the mood for pointless chit-chat.
Quatre noticed the cold expression on him but that wasn't going to scare him off, he had become immune to it since Dorothy has been doing the
same thing to him nearly all of their lives so it has lost it's effect.
Smiling at her he said, "It must be nice to see your father again."
Relena wasn't getting where this conversation was leading but all she did was nod in response, turning her vision once again to her father and
Dorothy, there was nothing else she could really say. She could see that he was just trying to be friendly but she couldn't bring herself to go along
with it.
"So, how are you?"
"Fine, how are you?"
"I'm alright, but a little concerned."
"About what?"
There was a slight pause before Quatre decided to continue, "How are you? Really?" He asked sternly.
This grabbed Relena's attention, 'What was he implying by that exactly?' She didn't know whether to shout in his face to tell him to mind his own
business, tell him that she didn't know what he was talking about or, maybe, just maybe open herself up to him. But how could she? She didn't
know him, how was he able to determine that she was upset just by meeting her only a few minutes ago?
Turning her gaze over to meet his, she was ready to go along with the second idea and tell him nothing was wrong but looking into his eyes she,
for some reason couldn't bring herself to give him this lie. His eyes were filled with sympathy yet, some form of, understanding? She felt as if he
could see right through her, as if her emotions were held right out to him. How is that possible? She mentally shook her head out of her thoughts
and said what she totally didn't expect, "I don't want to burden you with my problems."
'Huh? Where did that come from? Why didn't you tell him to just back off?' She mentally cursed herself for her weakness; at times like this she
wished she had Dorothy's strength. Quatre just stared at her, she was getting cold shivers down her spine at his continuous stares but until she
heard him say, "I'm sorry." She didn't know whether to feel relieved or upset.
"Well Quatre, we better be heading off now, we need to get you home before father returns," Dorothy said as she walked over to him.
"Has my things arrived home yet?" He asked.
"Yes, it arrived a few hours ago. Now let's get going," Dorothy replied getting a little frustrated.
"Let me just say goodbye first," Quatre said as he walked over to Mr. Darlian.
Mr. Darlian watched as Quatre made his way over to him.
"It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Darlian, I hope we will be seeing each other again soon." Quatre smiled as he raised his hand out towards him.
"Yes, it was nice meeting you too Quatre. I hope we will be seeing you again soon."
Ending the hand shake Dorothy started heading out the terminal, not even turning back once to see if he was following. As Quatre started heading
off after her he couldn't help but stop in his tracks to see Relena once more. She gave him a curious look as he said, "Forgive my rudeness earlier.
I hope we can get the chance to talk again soon." She continued to just stare blankly at him as he bowed his head to her and walked off to catch
up with his sister.
It didn't take him long since she was stopped in her tracks, talking to an older woman.
As he approached them the older woman turned to him and said, "Oh, so you must be Dorothy's brother. I am Relena's mother; it's a pleasure to
meet you." She took his hand into both of hers and shook it firmly, giving him a big friendly smile.
"Yes, I am pleased to make your acquaintance too Mrs. Darlian. I had the pleasure of meeting your husband and daughter too."
As he said this, he felt a slight flinch within her grasp before she released her hands from his.
"I apologize on her behalf if she happened to say anything rude to you Quatre."
Quatre just gave her a puzzled look but just before he could say something her vision darted over his shoulder, her lips curving up into a smile as
she walked past Quatre, raising her arms in the process. Quatre and Dorothy watched as Mrs. Darlian embraced in a tight hug but as Relena turned
up from around the corner, Mrs. Darlian released her hold on Mr. Darlian and gave her an angry expression.
"Relena, I sincerely hope you did not say anything to offend Quatre here. Do you not know who he is?"
Relena wasn't affected by Mrs. Darlian's words. She knows how much her mother seems to love insulting her intelligence, all she said in response
was, "Yes I do know who he is, after all he is my friend's brother. And I did not say anything to offend him."
Mrs. Darlian didn't look too convinced by Relena's explanation so Quatre added, "Mrs. Darlian, I can assure you that Miss Relena had said or done
nothing to upset me. I may have only just met her but I can't see her as being a very offencive person."
Relena was shocked by what he had just said, although she didn't show it on the outside. Watching her mother she saw her stern expression fade
into a sign of relief. Relena's eyes narrowed at her mother as she gave apologies to Quatre over her paranoid behavior. 'How can she apologize to
him when it wasn't him who she had misjudged in the first place?'
"Hahaha but you know Quatre," she started as she got all the laughing and apologizing out of the way, "You are too nice for your own good. You
are quick to judge people for the better when you hardly know anything about them. After all, they could easily use your trust in them to their
advantage some day," Mrs. Darlian said 'as-a-matter-of-factly'.
Relena knew she was referring to her in that department; her mother never seemed to pass up the opportunity to insult her or embarrass her in
some ways. She had to bite her tongue as to not blurt out something she knew she would regret. Quatre wasn't effected by Mrs. Darlian's words,
she hasn't been the first person to judge him; hell, it seemed no matter who he meets people were always quick to find something to bag about
him. However, looking over at Relena he saw that her mothers words had indeed affected her, the glassy look in her eyes told him so. She was hiding it pretty well though, no one would have taken a second glance at her to even notice if she was upset, but no matter how much she may have wanted to hide it, it wouldn't by pass him since it was a look he knew all too well in his own eyes.
"Mrs. Darlian, I appreciate your concern but you can rest assured that my judgment is based on what I purely believe and not by what others
think. That would be considered someone else?s opinion, not my own. I hope that my judgment on Miss Relena isn't to be proven otherwise but if
so, I would prefer that I see it from the one I am judging, not by another which holds grudges."
Relena's eyes widened at his response, 'Was he just standing up for me? Up to my mother!?'
Mr. Darlian was shocked by his wife's words but his surprise was suddenly drawn to Quatre by his response.
Dorothy cocked an eyebrow at Quatre's words; if she didn't know any better those words could easily be taken the wrong way. Smirking at the
idea of a fight happening she turned her anxious gaze over to Relena's mother, ready for all hell to break loose.
Quatre stood his ground and carefully watched for Mrs. Darlian's reaction. He amazed himself by what he had just said, 'Where did that come from?
I could have gone about that in a more suitable approach. I hope she doesn't get too offended.'
He was bracing himself for the worse on the inside but kept a stern expression at her on the outside. Mrs. Darlian grinned at Quatre's words, much
to everyone?s surprise. Quatre kept a straight face as she walked up to him, he was in a panic until she patted him on the shoulder, looking quite
impressed by his words, "So you do have some back bone, that's what I like to see."
Quatre stiffened in fright by her touch, while Dorothy was fuming, she was more then annoyed now, 'Why does everything always go to his favour
all the time!'
"Quatre, we have to go," she spoke bluntly, slight irritation in her tone.
Quatre nodded to his sister than looked up at Mrs. Darlian, "Please, excuse us. It was nice meeting you."
"It was a pleasure. Until next time," she replied.
Quatre nodded his farewell before he and his sister made their way out the closest exit, before disappearing from sight.
"Dear, I wish you hadn't used such harsh words to Mr. Quatre in that way," Mr. Darlian said as he put his hand on Mrs. Darlian's shoulder.
"What ever do you mean?" Mrs. Darlian replied innocently as she squeezed her husband's hand, watching them go, "(sigh) He makes a fine a fine
gentleman, more so then that 'other' one." Mrs. Darlian fully emphasized the word 'other' as she looked over her shoulder to Relena.
Relena just narrowed her eyes at her, she was in no mood to answer back, plus she knew that her mother would snap if she did.
"Come on dear, let's get going shall we?" Mr. Darlian insisted as he gently pressed his hand on her back, guiding her down the aisle way towards
another exit further to the right.
As Relena followed her parents she couldn't help but gaze at the sliding exit doors from where Dorothy and Quatre had just exited. Exhaling in
frustration she turned her head back to the back of her parents, following them without a word said by any of them.
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As the chauffer drove the limo through the front gates of the Winner mansion to park beside the front door, Quatre marveled at the sight before him, 'Was this really their house?' When the car came to a stop the chauffer opened the door for the both of them. Dorothy immediately made her way to the front doors as their butler held the doors open widely for their arrival. She stopped in her tracks when she realized Quatre wasn't even
beside her. When she turned around she noticed Quatre was still by the car, looking dumbstruck as he looked around at the settings set before
him. She was losing her patience quickly as she placed both fists to her hips, tapping her foot in the process.
"What are you doing?"
Quatre lowered his gaze to meet hers and answered, "I didn't realize we had moved again. When did this happen?"
"Two years ago," she replied.
"I assume we have new schools too?"
Dorothy nodded, "Well, when you are ready to come in Peter here will escort you to your room," Dorothy said as she gestured over to the butler at
the door. Without another word she walked into the house and disappeared from view.
Quatre gazed upon the house once more. It was certainly bigger than their old house, it seemed like a tradition for them to move up to larger
mansions after a certain amount of years. It was nice he had to give it that, every room on the second floor had a balcony surrounded by ivory
coloured banisters; the grey-stoned walls along with the cr?me finished window outlines looked exquisite. The garden beds which surrounded the
house was beautiful, it looked as if nearly every flower in the world was resting right here on their land, not that he was an expert on flowers but
that?s how it appeared to him. And taking a guess the backyard would probably be twice the size. But being surrounded by this saddened him, he
had never been able to settle down in one place for very long, before he could even call a place home he was already at another location, having
to go through the motions of having to settle in some place new again. He knew he was being a bit selfish but really, their last home had no
problems, why the urge to move again?
Shrugging his shoulders he walked into the house, he was only asking himself questions which wouldn't really have an answer to them. As he
entered he stopped and gazed at the size of the place further from the inside, this was too much.
"Welcome home again Mr. Quatre. May I escort you to your room?" Peter asked him.
Quatre gave him a warm hearted smile and said, "Thank you Peter, it is good to see you again. Please, I would be delighted to have you escort me
there."
The butler smiled and gestured for him to follow, as Quatre was doing so he started taking in more of the detailing of his surroundings as they
walked.
The butler led him up the winding staircase and walked down the left hallway to the very last door. He opened the door for him and gestured him
inside, "This room had been chosen for you Mr. Quatre. If there are any problems please let me know."
Looking about the room Quatre noted that it looked pretty much the same as how he had left it from the last house they had, with the exception
of a few things like wider space and different scenery from the large spanned windows but they were very minor things to him. He would have
preferred a whole new arrangement for his room but it was the thought that counts and he assumed that it was to make him feel more at home
again. He noticed his suit cases hadn't been touched either, they were all sitting beside his bed on the floor, awaiting for themselves to be
un-packed.
"No, everything looks fine thank you. I hope there wasn't too much trouble in getting the required things I will be needing now that I'm home again."
"Everything you had requested had arrived yesterday, sir. If there is anything else you will need please do let me know."
"Thank you, and I'm sorry for your trouble."
The butler smiled and bowed to him. Before closing the door behind him he said, "It is good to have you back again Mr. Quatre, I know that we are
all happy to have you back again."
Quatre smiled as the old butler left the room, though the smile faded from his features as the door clicked behind him. Overwhelmed with
everything, not to mention tired he flopped over onto his double sized bed, turning over so that his back was pressed against the mattress and not
his stomach. Staring up at the ceiling his mind started flooding through with what will be going on tomorrow, he would be starting school again,
after so long too. He had always done his studies with his personal teacher after working hours, he never hardly got time for himself to do anything
but study and work, this might actually be a good break. Glancing over at his desk he noticed the piles of clothing all neatly folded for him, he
guessed it was his uniform, plus beside it were piles of things which he would need for his specific lessons. Closing his eyes he wanted to allow
himself some rest before doing things like un-packing and organizing himself for tomorrow, but most importantly to prepare himself for his
confrontation with his father.
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Downstairs in the living room, Dorothy was sitting in one of the couches reading a novel. Even though it was nice and quiet she couldn't
concentrate on the book and couldn't even sit still. Giving up on that she headed over to the narrow wooden cupboards to the top left corner of
the room. Placing on a pair of gloves she grabbed hold of one of the sabers and moved to a larger spacing in the room. Thrusting and swinging at
her imaginary opponent she wondered for a bit if whether Quatre still remembered fencing or not. They had been brought up on this since they
were young so it was one of the things which they had to master. She enjoyed the sport so it didn't bother her in the slightest that they were to
learn it as their recreation sport. She felt a sense of power when holding the saber in her hands, she felt even stronger when it came to her facing
Quatre. From him facing her in a match, it appears like a normal duel but inside her it was like a ragging war which she feels she must win no
matter what.
As she kept practicing her routine steps she wondered if whether or not Quatre had improved on his skills from the last time they dueled. It had
been so long, she longed to have another battle. She smirked at the idea and made a fast yet strong thrust to the front of her as if it were Quatre
in front of her. 'I will be looking forward to challenging you again brother. I would hope that your skills haven't withered away while you were away,
you will be needing more than what you had back then.'
"Miss. Dorothy, there is a call for Mr. Quatre on the line. He happens to be a co-worker of his. Although, Quatre would be resting at the moment so
should I still take it up to him?" Peter said from the entrance of the living room.
She had her back to him as he said this and sighed in frustration as she lowered her saber. She was about to tell him to take to Quatre since she
didn't care if he was resting or not, it wasn't her phone call. Although, she thought the better of it since this could be her chance to check up on
what Quatre had been up to.
"Hmm, yes I'm sure Quatre would be pretty tired from his trip. Let me take the call for him," Dorothy said as she removed the her gloves.
Peter nodded to her before leaving the room.
Putting her gloves and saber back in their rightful positions she headed over to the vid-phone on the desk to the right side of the room. She
couldn't believe that even though he had been home for not even an hour yet she was already doing errands for him like she was his little servant.
'Oh well, no matter, let's see if Quatre really has been doing his 'job' up to our father's standards.'
Taking a seat at the desk she accepted the call, it seemed to be one from a normal telephone since there was 'voice only' on the screen so she
proceeded with answering, "Hello, my name is Dorothy Catalonia Winner. I am sorry but Quatre is resting from his return trip home. If you would like,
I will get him to ring you again later if you would give me your name and phone number." She quivered at her formality tone, she really could pass
as a secretary if she wanted to, which made her all the angrier but she wasn't about to lose her cool just yet when the co-worker unexpectedly
answered, "Oh no don't worry about that. Could you just pass on to him that I was sorry that I couldn't make it to his farewell party. I didn't get a
chance to say my goodbyes to him since I was busy with paperwork at the time. Would you just pass that onto him if you wouldn't mind?"
Dorothy smirked at his request, "It will be my pleasure, I'm sure Quatre would be delighted as to hear from you. When was this 'farewell party' of
his by the way?"
"Ah, that was earlier on during the late morning to early afternoon I would think, I regretted not being able to make it but there was a big deadline
on these papers so..."
"Don't worry; he will be happy to get this message from you."
Getting down his name and a few more details she hung up with much satisfaction.
"Farwell party huh? At the time he was suppose to come home he decided to STAY FOR A PARTY!?" Dorothy's voice rose as it went from her normal
tone to a louder tone.
"Well, if he thinks he was going to get away with this he's got another thing coming."
Glancing up at the grandfather clock, the time read six-fifteen. Their father should be arriving back soon. Her smile widened as she exited the living
room.
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Author's Note: I hope this chapter wasn't 'too' long. Getting all the boring stuff out of the way I can finally start on the more interesting things
with Quatre starting school ^_^ This is my first fanfic so I hope it's not too bad for a first. On to Chapter 3 now
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