by Neon Fantasy
Disclaimer: No, I do not own any of the characters from Gundam Wing which are used in this story, though i wish i did :razz: Anyway, this is a 4xR story.
Chapter 1
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" --- " - Speaking
' --- ' - Thinking
Awaking from her peaceful slumber, the teenage girl slowly rouse up from her bed, getting herself into sitting position. She stretched her arms up over her head and let out a little yawn. Her room shone in a dim maroon colour, the morning sunlight was reflecting off of her maroon coloured curtains, wanting to shine its light upon her dark room. The curtains swayed gently as the morning breeze was edging its way into her room, causing some sunlight to flash upon the girl's blue eyes, making her squint at the brightness. Peering over to her alarm clock, the time read nine-thirty seven. From removing the warm bed quilts off her slim form, her body slightly shivered from the change of temperature. When she got herself to her feet she walked over to the end of the bed, picking up her light purple night robe. She slid her arms through the silk sleeves and wrapped the belt around her small waist. She raised her arm under her hair to flick the long, soft, platinum blonde tresses out from her robe, allowing them to flow loosely down her back. Walking over to the curtains she sharply pulled them open, allowing the sun to brightly shine over her.
When she opened the balcony door she stepped out into the light, reaching her arms out to take hold of the railing. It was such a beautiful morning, there were no clouds in the sky, the temperature was warm and there was a nice gentle breeze. 'Even the weather seems to be welcoming my young brother home today,' the girl thought to herself, smirking at the irony of it. It has been three years since he had left home, having to go overseas to represent their father in meetings and conferences for one of the companies which their family owned. Winner Trans.Prog Software (W.T.P.S), one of the successful translation companies this side of the earth. Operating in over ten countries with external dealings with several others, providing professional translations of; business documents, web pages, books, and even personal letters however ridiculously expensive as well as impractical to ask from a huge company. Her father has received many awards here and overseas from several conventions; not to mention to numerous take-over bids, which now are in his court. Because of this, it has led him to caring more and more about their reputation and income then his family. 'He didn't even seem like a father anymore,' Dorothy complained in her head, 'While he treats Quatre as the next heir to the throne of the companies I get treated like some damn secretary!'
While Dorothy had her mind on this she didn't take notice that someone was knocking on her door. Before she could take notice, the person welcomed themselves in and spotted her out on the balcony. Knowing that her father would be at work she could easily assume who it was, "What can I do for you Clare?"
"Sorry to disturb you Miss Dorothy but your father is on the line for you. He wishes to speak to you."
'Oh, just what I feel like when I get up in the morning,' she sarcastically thought. "Very well, transfer the call then."
The maid nodded her head to her and quietly made her way out the room, closing the door behind her as she went. Once she left the room Dorothy walked back inside to go answer the call. '[sigh] What could be the problem now?' She thought to herself as she made her way to her desk. She sat herself down, making herself comfortable before accepting the call. The vid-phone flashed on, revealing the face of her father. His dark brown hair covered his right eye, while the one which remained visible looked directly at her showing no emotion. He was wearing his dark grey business suit and red tie. Both of hands were clasped firmly together on the table as he sat perfectly straight in his chair with his usual frown on.
Dorothy cast him one of her sweetest smiles and said, "Why, good morning father. What seems to be the problem?"
"Quatre's plane will arrive at the airport at five-thirty instead of one-o'clock today. Be sure to go pick him up," her father flatly replied.
"Of course, but why is it that he's arriving later?"
"He still has some things to sort out in the office before returning."
"Very well, I will see him at the airport later then. Have a good day at work."
He gave out a little snort before terminating the call. Dorothy just stared at the blank screen, her smile fading in the process. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the blank screen for a few moments. All of a sudden the vid-phone started ringing, causing Dorothy to jump with surprise. Re-posturing herself again she accepted the call. The screen presented her with an image of a teenage girl with long honey blonde hair and aquamarine eyes.
"Good morning Dorothy. Sorry to be bothering you so early in the morning," the girl greeted.
Casting her cursing aside she gave the girl a big smile and replied, "Ah, good morning to you too Relena. What can I do for you?"
"I'm not sure if I will be able to come over today."
Dorothy raised an eye brow at her, going into detail she explained, "My father is coming home today. I know he was supposed to come home next week but it seems that he had finished doing business with his client already, so that's the reason why I won't be able to come."
Dorothy gave out a frustrated sigh by their plans being changed by unexpected events, 'The day just can't get any better than this' she sarcastically thought. "We need to work on our project Relena, whether if he's returning early this morning or later this afternoon we need to get as much of our project done as possible, you know that."
"His plane arrives at five-thirty today. I would have thought about coming at around eleven or something but you mentioned before that your brother was returning early this afternoon. The times are too awkward for us to get anything done."
Dorothy's eyes widened at that source of information, she shook her head at the irony of things sometimes and said, "Ah, well there is where you are wrong. Seems fate is on our side on this one, I just happened to get a phone from my father telling me that my brother will be returning later this afternoon. At the same time your father returns as well."
Dorothy had expected a shocked expression from the girl she was talking to but all Relena did was nod, "Than we can still work on our project after all."
Dorothy nodded, "I can take you to the airport when I go to pick up my brother, will you need a lift home?"
Relena shook her head, "My mother will be there, but thank you anyway."
The call didn't last too much longer after that, after saying their goodbyes Dorothy pondered a little over Relena's behavior. She had been acting so, unfeeling for a while now. Shrugging it off, she got up from the table and walked her way to the bathroom. She turned on the bath taps and set the water at a reasonable temperature before she started slipping out of her nightwear. When she finished removing all her clothing she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She remained still as she started back at herself, those blue eyes staring at her told more then words ever could. She raised her hand to the mirror, rubbing her index finger over the reflection of her eyes. A jolt of anger suddenly flashed though her as she slammed her hand over her face, "I am strong," she whispered to herself. Leaning back from the mirror she still saw the pitiful sight of her eyes starring back at her as if it were challenging her, "I am strong. I AM STRONG!" Her voice rising as she shouted to the mirror. After standing there for a few moments she decided that she was not going to take anymore of this foolishness, calmly breathing in and out to relax herself a little she got into the bath tub and started focusing on strategy tactics which she might need to play later today upon her brother's return home, 'Things are going to get interesting' she thought as she smiled to herself, relaxing further into the bath tub.
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Quatre sunk himself into his chair, leaning his head on top of his paperwork in frustration. He thought he got all his work done last night. He wanted to get it all out of the way so that he wouldn't be so stressed out on the day he would be returning home. It just seemed to magically appear before him this morning on his desk, indicating that it was important for him to view. He had to change his flight time because of it as well. There was no way that he was going to bring un-finished work home so he was determined to finish it as soon as possible. He was hoping to say goodbye to everyone too. They knew that he was leaving today but he hadn't said any of his goodbyes yet. 'I won't get the chance to do so now,' he thought to himself as he leaned back on his chair, the back of his hand over his forehead as he stared sadly up at the ceiling. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Quatre was startled from the sudden noise and almost feel off his chair, quickly he re-postured himself before allowing the person to enter. It happened to be his secretary Mrs. Wilcott. She was a kind yet dedicated young woman in her late twenties. She had short dark brown hair which went down to the top of her shoulders and had maroon coloured eyes. She was wearing a black suit which consisted of a jacket that had a light blue dress shirt underneath, a skirt which went down to her knees in length which had a small slit down the bottom of it and had black high heels. She began working at the company when Quatre first arrived. Some were against the idea on him having an inexperienced secretary working with him since he had first started working here himself but he had no problem with it. He had faith in her and from that she was determined not to become a burden on him, she would indeed prove herself capable at the job and that?s how she became quite loyal to Quatre. She was quite upset about hearing that he would leave but he was still a teenager after all. He needed to finish school and live a bit of life before having to settle down to work along side his father. Many could see that Mr. Winner held high hopes for Quatre so you would have to be a fool not to notice who the next chief executive officer would be for the W.T.P.S Company.
"Sorry to disturb you Mr. Quatre but there is a situation in the board room. One of the chief executive officers has called an urgent meeting and requires your presence, this wont effect you when you leave so don?t worry."
Quatre gave her a weak smile and got up from his desk, "Alright".
As they both made their way to the board room Quatre was starting to get a bad feeling about this, 'I wonder what's happened, I hope it's not anything too serious.' He was starting to wonder if he had done anything wrong recently, he hoped he didn't but with the work he had obviously missed doing it wouldn?t have surprised him. He was starting to feel queasy as they approached the door. For some reason he couldn't bring himself to opening the door, which he mentally scolded himself for until his secretary suddenly gave him huge smile. She opened the door for him and insisted on him entering before her. 'Why am I feeling so wound up about this? It's just a meeting, it?s just a meeting.' Quatre smoothed out the slight wrinkles of this dark blue business suit and straightened his metallic green tie. He took a deep breath before entering the room.
Suddenly from out of no where people were jumping up everywhere yelling out, "Surprise!" Party poppers started going off and party whistles were being sounded through out the whole room. Quatre was about ready to double over. His face must have given that away since some of the staff members started giggling to themselves as they started bringing out their cameras, taking shots of the amusing site before them. 'Damn, I knew I forgot something,' Mrs. Wilcott thought to herself with a smile, 'Oh well, I will ask someone for a copy later.' She almost started giggling at the thought; the face which Quatre would have made just now would have been priceless. As she looked over at him she noticed that his blue/green eyes reflected some what, a troubled look about the whole thing.
"Mr. Quatre? Are you all right?" Mrs. Wilcott asked, growing a bit concerned.
His troubled look seemed to have suddenly faded into a little smile as he looked towards her. "I'm sorry, I'm just, surprised that?s all. I, I wasn't expecting anything like this to happen."
She gave him a big smile and was about to say something when the chief executive officer came over to greet him. He was a tall but fairly big man in his mid thirties and wore a brown suit with red tie and glasses. His hair was done in its usual fashion; it was combed off to one side and was held down by a lot of hair gel. He was a very proud yet dedicated man to his job but had little patience and didn?t take lightly to any foolishness when working. Like him, many others had their doubts about Quatre working along side them. His age was what made people judge him automatically and weren't going to give him their trust until me proved worthy. To their surprise he did indeed prove them wrong. His ideals, business skills, speeches and his all around knowledge about the company was some what better then what they had pictured from an eighteen year old boy but they did have to remind themselves that he was the son of the W.T.P.S company and would be expected to know a lot if it were he to take over one day after his father.
"Hey Quatre! You don't mind me calling you Quatre on your last day do you?"
"Oh no, I don't mind. Did you organize this Mr. Bernardo?"
He gave out a loud chuckle and patted him across the back, "If I was organizing this it would be more like a formal dinner, not something like this where it resembles a children's birthday party. But I like it!"
Mrs. Wilcott gave a little chuckle at his statement, "Yes, me and some others decided to do this for you. You have been working so hard that we all thought to hold you some sort of party to let relax for once. You?re still a teenager and it would seem wrong if we didn't let you act like one at least once during your stay here."
Quatre was shocked by her words but then remembered, "Oh! I almost forgot. I'm so sorry about this but I still have some unfinished paperwork to do and I want to get it done before I return home so-"
"Um, Mr. Quatre sir. That paperwork, um..."
Quatre gave Mrs. Wilcott a puzzled look before Mr. Bernardo finished off her sentence, "That paperwork was a little setup just to make you stay in your office. We couldn't have you wandering about because that would ruin the surprise. So, well I'm sure you can figure out the rest."
All Quatre could do was give him a blank expression, he did not know how to react to this sudden information. Mrs. Wilcott and Mr. Bernardo were starting to get a little worried about the way he was reacting to all of this. Quatre noticed this and quickly answered, "Sorry about that, I just became overwhelmed over the fact that I don?t have to finish that paperwork anymore. Mrs. Wilcott, Mr. Bernardo, thank you much for all of this. Now let?s have some fun, shall we?" Mrs. Wilcott and Mr. Bernardo agreed and they all went to join everyone in the party.
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A few hours after the party, it was time for Quatre to get ready to leave. He gave his final goodbyes to everyone and with the escort of his secretary and Mr. Bernardo they took him to the airport.
?Got everything lad?? Mr. Bernardo enquired.
?Yes, I had it picked up earlier. It should be on its way home by now since I missed my first flight,? Quatre explained.
"Please be sure to look after yourself," Mrs. Wilcott said to Quatre as she gave him a hug.
"Yes, you too Mrs. Wilcott, I hope you will send me news about your baby when it?s born," Quatre said to her as he returned the same embrace on her.
Mrs. Wilcott pulled back from the hug with a shocked expression on her face, "How did you know Mr. Quatre?"
Quatre gave her a warm smile and said, "Well, it?s hard to ignore such news when much of the female staff talk over it all the time. Congratulations."
Mrs. Wilcott smiled back at him, wiping away a few tears which fell from her eyes, "Thank you Mr. Quatre, I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you sooner about it but I will definitely remember to call up to show my child to you."
"I would be honored to be able to see your child. But I would much prefer to come and see him or her with my own eyes if, that?s alright with you?"
"Oh Mr. Quatre, I would be delighted to have you come visit us."
Quatre nodded to her and turned to Mr. Bernardo to give him a farewell hand shake.
"Please look after yourself too Mr. Bernardo."
"You too Mr. Quatre. We will be looking forward to seeing you sometime in the near future. Business or otherwise."
Quatre smiled nodded to him as well. He picked up his black leather suitcase and started heading towards the stairs which were to lead him to his flight. Taking one last look at his two work companions he waved his farewell to them one last time before disappearing down the stairs from their eye sight. It as time for him to come home, after three years he was coming home. He didn't know whether to feel excited, annoyed or depressed over the fact as he finally reached his plane.
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Author's Note: Ok, i admit nothing good has happened yet but i just need to get everything set up first. This is my first fanfic so i hope its not too poorly written
Anyway tell me what you think.Email: neon_fantasy@hotmail.com