Don't Push Me Away - Chapter 3 (4xR) AU
Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2003 6:44 am
Don't Push Me Away
by Neon Fantasy
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the GW characters used in this story. But like everyone, i wish i did
Chapter 3
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" --- " - Speaking
' --- ' - Thinking
Adjusting his tie, Quatre pushed it into his jacket and examined himself in the mirror. His school uniform consisted of a black blazer with golden buttons and cufflinks down the bottom of each sleeve. On his left breast pocket there was embroidery of the school logo in gold stitching. The logo has a mountain in the foreground, with the sun sneaking over the top of it in the background along with its light rays. Down the bottom it had the abbreviation of the school name T.Y.H.S (Tooi Yoake High School). Under the blazer he wore a white shirt with a black tie which had gold stripes going diagonally across it. To finish off the outfit he wore dark grey pants and formal black shoes which were also a requirement to the uniform policy. He quite liked the uniform; it was quite different from the colours he usually wore. Walking over to his desk he started packing his bag with the materials he would need. His back pack was the same colour of his pants and the front pocket held the school emblem with the gold stitching, once again. Swinging the back pack over his right shoulder he headed out of his room and made his way to the dinning room to have breakfast.
When he got there he noticed Dorothy was already there, she was half way through her breakfast. Upon seeing him enter she gave him a sly smile and said, "Good Morning Quatre, how are you this morning?"
Sitting opposite from her he said, "Good Morning Dorothy, I'm fine thank you, how about you?"
Still giving him that smile he was starting to feel very uncomfortable but didn?t let it show, "I had the best sleep last night,? she started, ?Actually, I'm feeling rather cheerful at the moment. Did 'you' sleep well?" Her grin widened as she said the last sentence, leaning in over the table a little to watch his reaction.
Quatre just stared at her for a while until the realization came to him as to what she was talking about, "Oh, yeah, I'm alright. It was to be expected I guess..."
She noticed the saddened expression before his face and wanted to laugh at the sight of it but before she could say anything more one of the maids from the kitchen arrived to hand Quatre his food. Smiling at him the maid said, "Good morning Mr. Quatre, did you sleep well last night?"
"Yes, thank you," Quatre replied, returning a smile back to her as to not rouse up any concern she may feel seeing him upset. As he looked down at the food he was about ready to collapse, was she feeding just him or ten other people?
"Wow, this looks delicious," Quatre said, trying to recover a little from the amount of food she served to him, "I hope you didn't go through too much trouble making this."
"Oh it was no trouble at all; I would be more then delighted to make you more if you're still hungry. After all, growing men tend to eat a fair lot don't they? Which is why I'm not too sure if I served you enough."
Quatre's eyes widened as she said this, she had given him five large sized pancakes, with three fried eggs and a mountain of bacon with two pieces of toast, a bowl of fruit was close to over flowing and a very large glass of orange juice. He had no problem with the food, it smelt great and he couldn't wait to dig in, it was the quantity which she had given him which was making him worry. Not wanting to upset the old lady he kindly said, "Ha ha, no this will be fine, I'm sure this will definitely fill me up."
The maid chuckled at him and patted him on the shoulder, "Hehe, I hope so but just incase I will go make you some more alright? So if you are still hungry there will be more waiting for you."
Quatre was about to protest but the old maid had already left the room. Shaking his head but smiling at her thoughtfulness he decided that he will try and eat as much as he can for her, as to not waste any of the food.
Dorothy was actually enjoying her morning; she didn't even mind seeing Quatre just now, not until that little performance however. Dorothy glared at him as she watched him eat; what started annoying her was the fact that he wasn't showing hardly any emotion from what happened last night. He use to get so depressed over the most smallest things, and now it seemed that nothing bothered him anymore. Fuming she roughly pushed the chair out from the table and stomped her way out the room, leaving a confused yet surprised Quatre watching her leave. Her day was going to start going down hill from here already, she could feel it and she had only been up for an hour too.
As she reached the front door she picked up her back pack from the floor and started heading out. Peter noticed this and quickly rushed to the front door, "Miss Dorothy!" He called out to her.
Dorothy had already opened the front door of her gold aston martin as he called for her. She raised an eyebrow at him as she waited for him to continue.
"Are you leaving already Miss Dorothy?"
She narrowed her gaze at him as he said that, "What does it look like I'm doing? Ofcourse I'm leaving." With that said she got into the car and put her seat belt on, leaving the door open to hear what else the old butler had to say.
He ignored her sarcasm but continued, "What about Mr. Quatre? He doesn't know the way to your new school yet."
That's it, Dorothy's teeth were clenched tightly as to stop her from saying anything and her grip on the steering wheel was that over powering that her knuckles her turning white.
Slamming the door shut she started the car and made her way out the gate, putting her foot down as she exited the gates.
Peter just stared after her and shook his head. She had been acting so up tight lately that it scared him to even be a few feet near her; it was like asking for a death wish if he even tried talking to her. Sighing to himself he closed the front door and started wondering as to what he could do to help Quatre get to school. He would take him himself but thinking a little more about it he wouldn't want to embarrass the boy, after all getting dropped off to school in a limo would indeed rouse a few students up, not to mention he wasn?t a little boy anymore. Pondering about it further an idea suddenly sprouted into mind. Hitting the bottom of his clenched fist into his other palm he headed over to the study room and got out a piece of paper and pen from one of the desk draws and started writing.
About fifteen minutes after he got handed his food, Quatre had just barely been able to finish it and he felt about ready to explode too. He enjoyed it though and that was the main thing, 'At least I don't have to worry about eating until dinner time now,' Quatre thought.
"Would you like more Mr. Quatre?" The maid asked as she held in her hand a plate full of more food for him to eat. Taking a quick glance at it he felt about ready to faint, the plate looked about doubled the size of the one he had and held more then doubled the amount of food as well. How was he going to get out of this? He really didn't want to upset her by turning her food down since she had gone through the trouble of making it but if he had just one more mouth full he knew he would burst.
"Mr. Quatre, you should be heading to school now if you are to find where your classes will be," Peter said as he entered the dinning room.
Quatre nodded as relief rushed over him, just the excuse he needed, "I'm sorry Gloria but I really should be going."
"Oh that's quite alright Mr. Quatre, enjoy yourself alright?"
Quatre got out of his chair with a bit of difficulty since all the food hadn't completely settled down in his stomach yet but after taking a few steps to the door it didn't take long for him to feel better again.
Picking up his back pack which he had left earlier on down near the entrance of the dinning room, he started heading to the front door to where Peter was waiting, holding the door open for him.
"Here are the directions on how to get to your school Mr. Quatre," Peter said as he handed him the piece of paper, "I would take you myself but I'm sure you would rather find your own way there instead."
Quatre took the piece of paper but looked at it with a little confusion, "Oh, I was going to have Dorothy take me there, just for today so I would know where it is."
'That would have been a good idea too, if she hadn't of left already,' Peter thought.
"She has already left sir."
"Oh," was all Quatre could reply.
Peter noticed the saddened tone in his voice and decided to add, "She said that she had some study to catch up on so she had to leave early. She didn't want to disturb you eating breakfast so I wrote down the location of the school for you to find yourself."
Quatre almost wanted to laugh at that remark, like Dorothy would care about that. He should have been expecting this; they were going to start with the whole ?avoiding-each-other? game all over again. He thought that they would have matured enough to stop with the senseless yet pointless fights over nothing already.
Shrugging it off he gave Peter a weak smile and said, "Well, I better go now, thanks for this and I'll see you all when I get back."
"I'm sorry Mr. Quatre, please enjoy yourself."
With that Quatre exited the mansion and headed over to his black BMW. Putting on a pair of black sunglasses he started up the car and headed out the front gates, turning in the required direction to head to school, 'This should be a rather interesting day,' he thought as he headed down the road.
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Looking down at his street directory once more, Quatre memorized where he had to go and placed the thick book back into the glove compartment. Letting down the roof top of the car he let the wild wind blow over his face and through his platinum blonde hair. He smiled at the feel of it and took in a deep breath. He really couldn't wait to start school, he had been so use to working in their family company and had been around people twice his age for so long that he had totally forgotten what it was like to associate with people his own age. This would be a good break, plus the work load couldn't be half as much as what he was use to. However, his mind started flooding out the memories of what had happened last night, so much for the peaceful family reunion he had been hoping to have.
******Flashback******
Quatre and Dorothy were already seated at the table with their food sitting in front of them but patiently waited for the arrival of their father. Not a word was spoken between the two since they had seated themselves and still remained silent until their father made his entrance. Mr. Winner was still dressed in his formal attire but had removed his blazer and tie. Upon reaching the table he took glance at over at Quatre. Quatre had kept his eyes on him ever since he had entered the room and still continued to until his father greeted, "Dorothy, Quatre," giving eye contact to the both of them as he said their names. He sat down at his rightful end at the head of the table while Quatre and Dorothy sat right down at the other side.
"Good evening father," Dorothy greeted, smiling brightly at him.
"Father," Quatre greeted using his name like his father did with him.
Mr. Winner smirked at the reply but started eating his dinner, along with Dorothy and Quatre following after him.
Silence still continued on between the family as they ate, the only sounds that could be heard were from their cutlery making contact with their food, knives scraping across plates and the muffled munching of their food. Mr. Winner watched his two children from the corner of his eye but mostly kept an eye on Quatre. He marveled at how much Quatre had grown from their time apart, he had grown a lot taller, he had a bit of a build on him now and his facial expression gave off a sense of maturity and wisdom.
"I assume there were no problems while you were away?" Mr. Winner asked, breaking the silence.
Quatre continued to keeping his gaze firmly on his food as he replied, "Not at all father."
Mr. Winner nodded and said, "Good," as he continued on eating.
He held high hopes for Quatre and while he had been gone he hadn't received any forms of complaint or concern over the judgments Quatre had made on his behalf overseas and for that he was grateful, it showed that Quatre really held a great deal of potential. He did however receive a couple of minor calls when he had first arrived, some of the chief executive officers working along side with Quatre had thought of it being a bad joke that a fifteen year old boy was to be running things over there. Mr. Winner didn't take their complaints into account and told them that they were very quick to judge, watch and see what he is capable of and you will soon be regretting your words just now. Surely enough they did ring again some time afterwards and apologized about what they had said, which made Mr. Winner all the more impressed at that Quatre was handling things just fine.
He might not have been there to supervise but during the earlier years when he had Quatre by his side, watching and taking in what his father was teaching him he started picking things up a lot quicker than what he thought he would. Quatre even got to the stage where he was starting to do more and more for his father and it was from there on that Mr. Winner had to test and see just how far he could go. When he needed a bit of a break he would let Quatre run things until he would return, he left Quatre unsupervised for a few hours at one stage since he had to finish off a lot of paper work but upon returning, things were still running smoothly and none of the co-workers had no complaints either. After that Mr. Winner had let him run things for a day, than two, than a week, than after that with still no worry he let Quatre come with him on a few business trips. He had no problems with what Quatre did, but there was one thing which he didn't like him doing and no matter how much he would warn him about it he was too stubborn as to not listen and would go about in doing it, which angered Mr. Winner and got him into fights with Quatre all the time. But his constant lecturing seemed to have kicked in after a while so, Mr. Winner tried him out at running a particular company for him, the final test to prove himself and, it seemed to have been a success. Quatre will be the one to take over things after him and at least Mr. Winner could by then finally relax knowing it was in rightful hands, not to mention family ones as well.
"Oh, by the way Quatre," Dorothy suddenly spoke out, snapping Mr. Winner out of his thoughts and grabbing Quatre's attention, "I received a phone call from a man named Thomas Wheeler earlier on today." She placed a piece of steak into her mouth and chewed slowly as she watched for Quatre?s reaction, but watched for her father's reaction as well.
'Thomas Wheeler. Ah, that was the man Quatre had recently promoted up to regional manager.' Mr. Winner singed when the thought of that man came to mind. The man was a good worker he had to admit but he just never seemed to know when to keep his place, he liked running things his own way had to be constantly reminded where he stood. He wanted to fire him at one stage but Quatre was against it convinced him to give the man one more chance. He was totally against his promotion too but Quatre gave him logical enough reasons for it and decided to let it go, for now. 'But what could he possibly want now?' Mr. Winner thought.
"Oh, is that so," Quatre said in response to Dorothy. He knew that his father wasn't on good terms with the man but even if it was against what his father thoughts, Quatre took into account what the man had to say, he had many good ideas for business and decided to promote him because of it, he hoped that he would do well with his new position. It would have been good to say farewell to him at the party too but, 'Hang on, what could he have....' Upon thinking this, Quatre's eyes widened.
Dorothy noticed this and smiled at him, 'Busted' she thought. Cutting through at her piece of steak she firmly continued, "He rang up to say how unfortunate it was for him to not be able to attend your farewell party. Since it started at around noon he said had too many things to do so..."
"WHAT!" Mr. Winner yelled as he slammed his cutlery onto the table.
Dorothy was smiling wickedly on the inside but innocently said, "What ever is the problem father? I was just passing on the message he left for Quatre this afternoon."
"Quatre! What is the meaning of this!?" Mr. Winner shouted at him.
Quatre was unnerved by his father's tone of voice and asked, "What's the meaning of what father?"
"You know what I'm talking about Quatre! Don't you dare play dumb with me!"
"He left me a message, what's wrong with that?"
"Quatre! You rang me earlier that day to tell me you had paper work to finish off! You cancel your trip home just so that you could stay and enjoy yourself with the staff!?"
"I did have paper work to finish. But it just so happened that..." Quatre stopped mid-sentence. He knew that if he told him that it was just a setup so that the staff could set the party up for him he would get them into a lot of trouble.
"That 'WHAT' Quatre!?"
"I see no problem that I delayed my trip home just to stay a little longer to finish off some work."
"DON'T change the subject. If I didn't know any better you had been giving the staff special treatment. Instead of working they wasted a few hours of working time just to have fun? They wouldn't do that unless you had been friendly with the staff. Think about the money they would have lost us in doing that."
"What is wrong with being friendly with my co-workers!?" Quatre yelled as he too slammed his cutlery into the table, losing his patience with his father, "For a higher working performance from everyone you must treat them with respect, not with an iron fist."
"That is where you are wrong, treat them with too much kindness and they start taking advantage on it, slacking off, not putting enough effort into their work, and socializing more with other workers other then focusing on the work at hand. Quatre, we have gone through this a hundred times, they are not there to make friends with. They are there to work!"
Quatre had heard similar words earlier on today by Mrs. Darlian, 'You are too nice for your own good. They could easily use your trust in them to their advantage some day.'
Sighing in frustration to those words earlier on, it didn't happen to by pass Mr. Winner's hearing. "Don't give me that attitude Quatre!"
"I don't need anymore of this," Quatre calmly said as he got up from his chair.
"You sit back down right now!" Mr. Winner shouted as he pointed to Quatre's chair.
"Father, I can't be like you. If you can't trust me to do what I think is right..."
"You are 'NOT' the heir to the company 'YET' Quatre,? Mr. Winner interrupted, ?And believe me, I will not hand it down to you until you start running things the way it should be run. We are well known all around the world and have a reputation to uphold. 'THAT' did not happen by mucking around; it was by hard work and will remain that way. Now, sit back down this instant!"
'It?s not like I asked for it in the first place. If you can't trust me to do what I think is right, then why do you still persist on making me the heir to it anyway,' Quatre finished to himself as he left the room, heading up the stairs to his room, leaving a very angry father and a very satisfied sister.
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He still reckoned that his father was wrong; he hadn't been dragged into learning about the company for eight years without learning anything. Yes, he admitted that being too soft on his co-workers will indeed make them take advantage on him, he wasn't stupid, he knew how things worked. He just goes about things in a little more reasonable method than his father. His father did know what he was talking about that night he had to admit; the W.T.P.S Company didn't become one of the most well known software companies in the world by sheer luck. And Quatre wasn't about to try and ruin things for them, he understood how much the company meant to his father, he cared for it more than his family after all but all Quatre wanted to do was lighten things up a bit.
Upon observations on how his father's employees worked they indeed worked hard but they looked so stressed, not to mention uncomfortable whenever he or his father were just passing by. It was as if they had the feeling that, if one of them found one little thing wrong with what they were doing they would be fired right there on the spot. And Quatre didn't want that, he wanted them to be able to work without feeling so on edge. Relaxing them would make them work at a higher degree wouldn't it? Feeling less stressed about the possibilities of being fired and letting them know that you are human would make them feel more at ease right? Why couldn't his father trust him on things like this? He tested this out when he was sent overseas for three years and from his statistics he found that his employees and co-workers had indeed increased performance from his other results, which he calculated and did himself with a bit of research since his father wouldn't have allowed him to try it out. Being proven wrong wasn't one of the things his father took very lightly, not to mention his sister; he could see where her attitude came from.
'What was up with her this morning anyway,' Quatre pondered as his thoughts drifted to her, 'She seemed cheerful when I came down for breakfast but than she suddenly got moody again when I started eating.' It shocked him that she had actually talked to him too; they almost had an actual conversation, 'Too bad it didn't last for more than five minutes though.'
Stopping at the traffic lights he took in another deep breath and tried to clear his thoughts on everything, for some reason he loved to get himself stressed over almost anything, thinking too much never helped much either, if it was over things like this it just made his head hurt more.
As he watched cars streak past him in the other double lanes he noticed a large park across the road from him, seemed to be a pretty popular since he could see a fair few people walking about, and doing their daily exercise routines as well. Smiling at the sight of it he figured that he might go down there to do some jogging or something as well. Doing a bit of weights indoors all the time tends to get a bit boring after a while.
When the green lights appeared he got himself moving once again and turned right. Looking down at the digital clock in his car, the time read eight-nineteen. School started at eight-forty five so he had plenty of time to look around a bit, like for the office.
Driving along casually he had noticed a few students in the same uniform as his walking to school, at least he was heading in the right direction. Up ahead though he noticed a girl with long honey blonde hair which went down her back. He recognized that hair. Breaking a little he pulled over to the curb and got a side glance of the girl.
"Miss Relena," Quatre called out to her as he bought his car to a stop.
Relena stopped in her tracks and looked over at the car which was beside her, looking over at the driver he removed his sun glasses and smiled brightly at her. The female uniforms appeared to be basically similar to the male ones but instead of pants they wore dark grey skirts which went about mid thigh and wore black mid calf socks with black sandals.
"Quatre, you?re starting school already?" She asked, thinking that he would have wanted to rest a bit before starting school already. He had only just arrived late yesterday afternoon.
"The sooner I start the better. Would you like a lift?"
She hesitated at first since she didn't really feel right about hopping into a car with some guy she hardly knew but as she continued on walking again Quatre let the car roll forward as to keep up with her pace. As she looked over at him he was giving her puppy dog eyes and pleaded with her saying, "Please Miss Relena, I would like to get to know you better." Looking over the car a bit and gazing up at Quatre's face once more, she started softening up a bit, to her frustration as well. Stopping in her tracks once more Quatre gave her an even wider smile and leaned over the passenger seat to open the door for her. As she got in he winked at her and put his sunnies back on. Looking over his shoulder as to see if it was clear he turned into the lane and headed off again.
While he was driving, he wanted to try and start some sort of conversation since they hadn't spoken ever since she got in the car. She didn't look as if she wanted to talk either. She was gazing out the passenger side window with her arm resting over the door. What should he say? He isn't exactly on friendly terms with her yet, no thanks to him opening up his big mouth to know about her personal life.
"Um, Miss Relena. I didn't, offend your mother too badly yesterday did I?" He asked, breaking the silence between them.
She turned her gaze to meet his and asked, "What makes you think you offended her?"
"Well, I admit I was a bit out of line with what I said. I had only just met her and I was already mouthing off to her, I was just concerned that's all."
"So why did you say it?"
That question caught him off guard, he opened his mouth to answer but hesitated, 'What do I say? Tell her that I was standing up for her? Tell her I'm tired of people judging me all the time?'
He knew he had to answer soon since she was still waiting for him to answer the question but suddenly said, "I wouldn't worry too much about it if I were you."
"What do you mean by that?" Quatre asked in confusion, since when does someone become fond of another if they offended them?
Relena turned her gaze back to the window and replied, "She was testing you, and you passed."
Turning his gaze back to the road he thought long and hard about what she had just said. It made sense; after all she was having a go at him for nothing. But he had a feeling that those lines were mainly focused on Relena, and had a feeling that she knew too.
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Pulling up into the car park Quatre removed his sun glasses and adjusted the roof top over the car, grabbing his bag from the back seats shortly afterwards. Relena had already gotten out before him and as he closed the door and locked the car up she said, "Well, I'm going now."
As she was about to go Quatre said, "Wait! Miss Relena..."
She was growing frustrated now, slowly turning around to face him he looked at her apologetically and said, "I'm really sorry to be a bother but I was wondering if you could show me where the school's office is? I know you might have other things more important to do so, even the directions would be fine."
'Great, now he's trying to make me feel guilty', she wanted to walk off but her feet didn't seem to follow her wishes. 'Correction, I'm already feeling guilty.' Sighing in defeat she said, "Don't worry about directions, I'll show you myself."
"I don't want to be a bother," Quatre said back.
Relena took a few steps away from him and said, "Are you coming or not?"
Continuing on walking Quatre quickly caught up with her and silently followed her.
As she walked she couldn't help but feel even guiltier at the way she was treating him. He has been so nice to her so far and she hasn't showed any gratitude in return. It never bothered her before though; she could give anyone the cold shoulder and not feel bad about it but why is it that every time she does it to him she feels as though a knife is being stabbed into her heart? 'No, I can't feel that way to anyone,' she noted to herself, 'It's better for myself and everyone around me if I act like this.'
When they walked a building she stopped beside some stairs and said, "This building that we have just entered now is the 'main building' of the school. Here is where most of the school office is and also where most of the teacher's offices are situated. It's nothing special but there is a couple of computer rooms here and a couple of study centers for senior students to do work in peace. Room numbers in this building have either MG (Main Ground) or MT (Main Top) at the beginning before the number of the room, this should help you know where your classes are if it has either one of these abbreviations."
"Ah that will be helpful, thank you Miss Relena."
After a long pause Relena said, "Quatre."
"Yes?"
"Why do you keep calling me 'Miss'?"
He looked at her blankly for a while there, until it only just occurred to him then as to what she was talking about, "Oh, sorry. It's a forced habit I guess, I don't notice I even say it sometimes haha. While I have been working in our family company I am always around people twice my age so, since it's more appropriate and polite I refer to any female as Miss, Mrs. or Ms and males as Mr."
Relena raised an eye brow at that explanation and asked, "Your not going to be calling any of the guys here by 'Mr.' are you?"
"Haha don't worry I'm not planning to."
"So why is that your not planning on calling any guys by ?Mr.? but you will still refer to me as 'Miss'?"
"Well if you don't like it I will try and stop but when it comes to females I just, want to be polite to them I guess. I also refer to them that way as a form of respect as well."
"And how are you referring it to me, out of respect or politeness??
Pondering over it a bit he smiled at her and replied, "Both."
She just stared at him when he said that, 'What did he mean by that exactly?' She should tell him to jump off the cliff for all she cared, but of course didn't which was now beginning to bother her.
From the stairs there suddenly appeared a group of girls, they were in full conversations with each other as they walked down to the ground floor of the building. One of the girls stopped talking and looked at Relena and Quatre with curiosity. Smiling to herself she walked up behind Relena and the other two which were with her followed. Relena turned around and came face to face with the ash blonde girl.
"Hello Relena," the girl said as she smiled brightly at her, narrowing her eyes at the same time.
"Hello, Sylvia," Relena greeted back with no enthusiasm what so ever.
Sylvia placed both hands over her hips and said, "We haven't seen you around in a while? What's your problem with us now? Are we not good enough friends for you?"
Relena just remained silent as Sylvia just shrugged it off and took and interesting glance over at Quatre.
"Ah, is this why? You got a new boy friend?" Sylvia asked as she came up to him.
"WHAT! No, he's Dorothy's brother! I'm just showing him to the office that's all."
"Geez, don't get so uptight," Sylvia replied as Relena watched her get closer to Quatre. Walking up to him, Sylvia took long surveillances over his form and grinned at him, "Hello there, my name is Sylvia, Sylvia Noventa. And these two are Midii and Meiran."
Each of them nodded at him as their names were said. Quatre smiled at them and greeted, "Nice to meet you all, my name is Quatre, Quatre Raberba Winner."
"We are such good friends with your sister. Although, we didn't know she had a brother," Sylvia stated, "Oh well, you said you were heading to the office right? May we accompany you?"
Quatre didn't have any problem with it but looked over at Relena to see how she will respond; after all she was the one taking him so it was pretty much up to her.
Relena just shrugged and said, "Well, if you are going to take him would you mind doing it in my place then?"
Quatre stared at her, stunned at her reply. On the other hand Sylvia grinned at her and took Quatre by the arm, "Hehe no problems here," she said. And with that she dragged him along with her. Midii and Meiran followed after them, starting their earlier conversation from before. Relena still stood in the same spot as she just watched them leave. Quatre looked back at her as they were getting further away from her but she had already turned her back to them and was already out the door. He turned his head back again to listen to Sylvia's chattering but he couldn't help but feel concerned over Relena again, 'Did I just miss something?'
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Author's Note: Some of you of you might be wondering just what does 'Tooi Yoake' mean right? I wanted a school name related to Gundam Wing in some way but most of the good names have been taken by other authors so, I thought, why not a name from a Gundam Wing Song!? ^_^ 'Tooi Yoake' means 'Faraway Dawn', it's Zechs' image song. Anyway what do you think so far? This is all the chapters i have completed so far, if people like it then i will keep writing. I hope you like it, i really really want this to work. Any feedback will help me a lot. Thanks for spending the time to read this too.
Email: neon_fantasy@hotmail.com
by Neon Fantasy
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the GW characters used in this story. But like everyone, i wish i did
Chapter 3
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" --- " - Speaking
' --- ' - Thinking
Adjusting his tie, Quatre pushed it into his jacket and examined himself in the mirror. His school uniform consisted of a black blazer with golden buttons and cufflinks down the bottom of each sleeve. On his left breast pocket there was embroidery of the school logo in gold stitching. The logo has a mountain in the foreground, with the sun sneaking over the top of it in the background along with its light rays. Down the bottom it had the abbreviation of the school name T.Y.H.S (Tooi Yoake High School). Under the blazer he wore a white shirt with a black tie which had gold stripes going diagonally across it. To finish off the outfit he wore dark grey pants and formal black shoes which were also a requirement to the uniform policy. He quite liked the uniform; it was quite different from the colours he usually wore. Walking over to his desk he started packing his bag with the materials he would need. His back pack was the same colour of his pants and the front pocket held the school emblem with the gold stitching, once again. Swinging the back pack over his right shoulder he headed out of his room and made his way to the dinning room to have breakfast.
When he got there he noticed Dorothy was already there, she was half way through her breakfast. Upon seeing him enter she gave him a sly smile and said, "Good Morning Quatre, how are you this morning?"
Sitting opposite from her he said, "Good Morning Dorothy, I'm fine thank you, how about you?"
Still giving him that smile he was starting to feel very uncomfortable but didn?t let it show, "I had the best sleep last night,? she started, ?Actually, I'm feeling rather cheerful at the moment. Did 'you' sleep well?" Her grin widened as she said the last sentence, leaning in over the table a little to watch his reaction.
Quatre just stared at her for a while until the realization came to him as to what she was talking about, "Oh, yeah, I'm alright. It was to be expected I guess..."
She noticed the saddened expression before his face and wanted to laugh at the sight of it but before she could say anything more one of the maids from the kitchen arrived to hand Quatre his food. Smiling at him the maid said, "Good morning Mr. Quatre, did you sleep well last night?"
"Yes, thank you," Quatre replied, returning a smile back to her as to not rouse up any concern she may feel seeing him upset. As he looked down at the food he was about ready to collapse, was she feeding just him or ten other people?
"Wow, this looks delicious," Quatre said, trying to recover a little from the amount of food she served to him, "I hope you didn't go through too much trouble making this."
"Oh it was no trouble at all; I would be more then delighted to make you more if you're still hungry. After all, growing men tend to eat a fair lot don't they? Which is why I'm not too sure if I served you enough."
Quatre's eyes widened as she said this, she had given him five large sized pancakes, with three fried eggs and a mountain of bacon with two pieces of toast, a bowl of fruit was close to over flowing and a very large glass of orange juice. He had no problem with the food, it smelt great and he couldn't wait to dig in, it was the quantity which she had given him which was making him worry. Not wanting to upset the old lady he kindly said, "Ha ha, no this will be fine, I'm sure this will definitely fill me up."
The maid chuckled at him and patted him on the shoulder, "Hehe, I hope so but just incase I will go make you some more alright? So if you are still hungry there will be more waiting for you."
Quatre was about to protest but the old maid had already left the room. Shaking his head but smiling at her thoughtfulness he decided that he will try and eat as much as he can for her, as to not waste any of the food.
Dorothy was actually enjoying her morning; she didn't even mind seeing Quatre just now, not until that little performance however. Dorothy glared at him as she watched him eat; what started annoying her was the fact that he wasn't showing hardly any emotion from what happened last night. He use to get so depressed over the most smallest things, and now it seemed that nothing bothered him anymore. Fuming she roughly pushed the chair out from the table and stomped her way out the room, leaving a confused yet surprised Quatre watching her leave. Her day was going to start going down hill from here already, she could feel it and she had only been up for an hour too.
As she reached the front door she picked up her back pack from the floor and started heading out. Peter noticed this and quickly rushed to the front door, "Miss Dorothy!" He called out to her.
Dorothy had already opened the front door of her gold aston martin as he called for her. She raised an eyebrow at him as she waited for him to continue.
"Are you leaving already Miss Dorothy?"
She narrowed her gaze at him as he said that, "What does it look like I'm doing? Ofcourse I'm leaving." With that said she got into the car and put her seat belt on, leaving the door open to hear what else the old butler had to say.
He ignored her sarcasm but continued, "What about Mr. Quatre? He doesn't know the way to your new school yet."
That's it, Dorothy's teeth were clenched tightly as to stop her from saying anything and her grip on the steering wheel was that over powering that her knuckles her turning white.
Slamming the door shut she started the car and made her way out the gate, putting her foot down as she exited the gates.
Peter just stared after her and shook his head. She had been acting so up tight lately that it scared him to even be a few feet near her; it was like asking for a death wish if he even tried talking to her. Sighing to himself he closed the front door and started wondering as to what he could do to help Quatre get to school. He would take him himself but thinking a little more about it he wouldn't want to embarrass the boy, after all getting dropped off to school in a limo would indeed rouse a few students up, not to mention he wasn?t a little boy anymore. Pondering about it further an idea suddenly sprouted into mind. Hitting the bottom of his clenched fist into his other palm he headed over to the study room and got out a piece of paper and pen from one of the desk draws and started writing.
About fifteen minutes after he got handed his food, Quatre had just barely been able to finish it and he felt about ready to explode too. He enjoyed it though and that was the main thing, 'At least I don't have to worry about eating until dinner time now,' Quatre thought.
"Would you like more Mr. Quatre?" The maid asked as she held in her hand a plate full of more food for him to eat. Taking a quick glance at it he felt about ready to faint, the plate looked about doubled the size of the one he had and held more then doubled the amount of food as well. How was he going to get out of this? He really didn't want to upset her by turning her food down since she had gone through the trouble of making it but if he had just one more mouth full he knew he would burst.
"Mr. Quatre, you should be heading to school now if you are to find where your classes will be," Peter said as he entered the dinning room.
Quatre nodded as relief rushed over him, just the excuse he needed, "I'm sorry Gloria but I really should be going."
"Oh that's quite alright Mr. Quatre, enjoy yourself alright?"
Quatre got out of his chair with a bit of difficulty since all the food hadn't completely settled down in his stomach yet but after taking a few steps to the door it didn't take long for him to feel better again.
Picking up his back pack which he had left earlier on down near the entrance of the dinning room, he started heading to the front door to where Peter was waiting, holding the door open for him.
"Here are the directions on how to get to your school Mr. Quatre," Peter said as he handed him the piece of paper, "I would take you myself but I'm sure you would rather find your own way there instead."
Quatre took the piece of paper but looked at it with a little confusion, "Oh, I was going to have Dorothy take me there, just for today so I would know where it is."
'That would have been a good idea too, if she hadn't of left already,' Peter thought.
"She has already left sir."
"Oh," was all Quatre could reply.
Peter noticed the saddened tone in his voice and decided to add, "She said that she had some study to catch up on so she had to leave early. She didn't want to disturb you eating breakfast so I wrote down the location of the school for you to find yourself."
Quatre almost wanted to laugh at that remark, like Dorothy would care about that. He should have been expecting this; they were going to start with the whole ?avoiding-each-other? game all over again. He thought that they would have matured enough to stop with the senseless yet pointless fights over nothing already.
Shrugging it off he gave Peter a weak smile and said, "Well, I better go now, thanks for this and I'll see you all when I get back."
"I'm sorry Mr. Quatre, please enjoy yourself."
With that Quatre exited the mansion and headed over to his black BMW. Putting on a pair of black sunglasses he started up the car and headed out the front gates, turning in the required direction to head to school, 'This should be a rather interesting day,' he thought as he headed down the road.
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Looking down at his street directory once more, Quatre memorized where he had to go and placed the thick book back into the glove compartment. Letting down the roof top of the car he let the wild wind blow over his face and through his platinum blonde hair. He smiled at the feel of it and took in a deep breath. He really couldn't wait to start school, he had been so use to working in their family company and had been around people twice his age for so long that he had totally forgotten what it was like to associate with people his own age. This would be a good break, plus the work load couldn't be half as much as what he was use to. However, his mind started flooding out the memories of what had happened last night, so much for the peaceful family reunion he had been hoping to have.
******Flashback******
Quatre and Dorothy were already seated at the table with their food sitting in front of them but patiently waited for the arrival of their father. Not a word was spoken between the two since they had seated themselves and still remained silent until their father made his entrance. Mr. Winner was still dressed in his formal attire but had removed his blazer and tie. Upon reaching the table he took glance at over at Quatre. Quatre had kept his eyes on him ever since he had entered the room and still continued to until his father greeted, "Dorothy, Quatre," giving eye contact to the both of them as he said their names. He sat down at his rightful end at the head of the table while Quatre and Dorothy sat right down at the other side.
"Good evening father," Dorothy greeted, smiling brightly at him.
"Father," Quatre greeted using his name like his father did with him.
Mr. Winner smirked at the reply but started eating his dinner, along with Dorothy and Quatre following after him.
Silence still continued on between the family as they ate, the only sounds that could be heard were from their cutlery making contact with their food, knives scraping across plates and the muffled munching of their food. Mr. Winner watched his two children from the corner of his eye but mostly kept an eye on Quatre. He marveled at how much Quatre had grown from their time apart, he had grown a lot taller, he had a bit of a build on him now and his facial expression gave off a sense of maturity and wisdom.
"I assume there were no problems while you were away?" Mr. Winner asked, breaking the silence.
Quatre continued to keeping his gaze firmly on his food as he replied, "Not at all father."
Mr. Winner nodded and said, "Good," as he continued on eating.
He held high hopes for Quatre and while he had been gone he hadn't received any forms of complaint or concern over the judgments Quatre had made on his behalf overseas and for that he was grateful, it showed that Quatre really held a great deal of potential. He did however receive a couple of minor calls when he had first arrived, some of the chief executive officers working along side with Quatre had thought of it being a bad joke that a fifteen year old boy was to be running things over there. Mr. Winner didn't take their complaints into account and told them that they were very quick to judge, watch and see what he is capable of and you will soon be regretting your words just now. Surely enough they did ring again some time afterwards and apologized about what they had said, which made Mr. Winner all the more impressed at that Quatre was handling things just fine.
He might not have been there to supervise but during the earlier years when he had Quatre by his side, watching and taking in what his father was teaching him he started picking things up a lot quicker than what he thought he would. Quatre even got to the stage where he was starting to do more and more for his father and it was from there on that Mr. Winner had to test and see just how far he could go. When he needed a bit of a break he would let Quatre run things until he would return, he left Quatre unsupervised for a few hours at one stage since he had to finish off a lot of paper work but upon returning, things were still running smoothly and none of the co-workers had no complaints either. After that Mr. Winner had let him run things for a day, than two, than a week, than after that with still no worry he let Quatre come with him on a few business trips. He had no problems with what Quatre did, but there was one thing which he didn't like him doing and no matter how much he would warn him about it he was too stubborn as to not listen and would go about in doing it, which angered Mr. Winner and got him into fights with Quatre all the time. But his constant lecturing seemed to have kicked in after a while so, Mr. Winner tried him out at running a particular company for him, the final test to prove himself and, it seemed to have been a success. Quatre will be the one to take over things after him and at least Mr. Winner could by then finally relax knowing it was in rightful hands, not to mention family ones as well.
"Oh, by the way Quatre," Dorothy suddenly spoke out, snapping Mr. Winner out of his thoughts and grabbing Quatre's attention, "I received a phone call from a man named Thomas Wheeler earlier on today." She placed a piece of steak into her mouth and chewed slowly as she watched for Quatre?s reaction, but watched for her father's reaction as well.
'Thomas Wheeler. Ah, that was the man Quatre had recently promoted up to regional manager.' Mr. Winner singed when the thought of that man came to mind. The man was a good worker he had to admit but he just never seemed to know when to keep his place, he liked running things his own way had to be constantly reminded where he stood. He wanted to fire him at one stage but Quatre was against it convinced him to give the man one more chance. He was totally against his promotion too but Quatre gave him logical enough reasons for it and decided to let it go, for now. 'But what could he possibly want now?' Mr. Winner thought.
"Oh, is that so," Quatre said in response to Dorothy. He knew that his father wasn't on good terms with the man but even if it was against what his father thoughts, Quatre took into account what the man had to say, he had many good ideas for business and decided to promote him because of it, he hoped that he would do well with his new position. It would have been good to say farewell to him at the party too but, 'Hang on, what could he have....' Upon thinking this, Quatre's eyes widened.
Dorothy noticed this and smiled at him, 'Busted' she thought. Cutting through at her piece of steak she firmly continued, "He rang up to say how unfortunate it was for him to not be able to attend your farewell party. Since it started at around noon he said had too many things to do so..."
"WHAT!" Mr. Winner yelled as he slammed his cutlery onto the table.
Dorothy was smiling wickedly on the inside but innocently said, "What ever is the problem father? I was just passing on the message he left for Quatre this afternoon."
"Quatre! What is the meaning of this!?" Mr. Winner shouted at him.
Quatre was unnerved by his father's tone of voice and asked, "What's the meaning of what father?"
"You know what I'm talking about Quatre! Don't you dare play dumb with me!"
"He left me a message, what's wrong with that?"
"Quatre! You rang me earlier that day to tell me you had paper work to finish off! You cancel your trip home just so that you could stay and enjoy yourself with the staff!?"
"I did have paper work to finish. But it just so happened that..." Quatre stopped mid-sentence. He knew that if he told him that it was just a setup so that the staff could set the party up for him he would get them into a lot of trouble.
"That 'WHAT' Quatre!?"
"I see no problem that I delayed my trip home just to stay a little longer to finish off some work."
"DON'T change the subject. If I didn't know any better you had been giving the staff special treatment. Instead of working they wasted a few hours of working time just to have fun? They wouldn't do that unless you had been friendly with the staff. Think about the money they would have lost us in doing that."
"What is wrong with being friendly with my co-workers!?" Quatre yelled as he too slammed his cutlery into the table, losing his patience with his father, "For a higher working performance from everyone you must treat them with respect, not with an iron fist."
"That is where you are wrong, treat them with too much kindness and they start taking advantage on it, slacking off, not putting enough effort into their work, and socializing more with other workers other then focusing on the work at hand. Quatre, we have gone through this a hundred times, they are not there to make friends with. They are there to work!"
Quatre had heard similar words earlier on today by Mrs. Darlian, 'You are too nice for your own good. They could easily use your trust in them to their advantage some day.'
Sighing in frustration to those words earlier on, it didn't happen to by pass Mr. Winner's hearing. "Don't give me that attitude Quatre!"
"I don't need anymore of this," Quatre calmly said as he got up from his chair.
"You sit back down right now!" Mr. Winner shouted as he pointed to Quatre's chair.
"Father, I can't be like you. If you can't trust me to do what I think is right..."
"You are 'NOT' the heir to the company 'YET' Quatre,? Mr. Winner interrupted, ?And believe me, I will not hand it down to you until you start running things the way it should be run. We are well known all around the world and have a reputation to uphold. 'THAT' did not happen by mucking around; it was by hard work and will remain that way. Now, sit back down this instant!"
'It?s not like I asked for it in the first place. If you can't trust me to do what I think is right, then why do you still persist on making me the heir to it anyway,' Quatre finished to himself as he left the room, heading up the stairs to his room, leaving a very angry father and a very satisfied sister.
******End of Flashback******
He still reckoned that his father was wrong; he hadn't been dragged into learning about the company for eight years without learning anything. Yes, he admitted that being too soft on his co-workers will indeed make them take advantage on him, he wasn't stupid, he knew how things worked. He just goes about things in a little more reasonable method than his father. His father did know what he was talking about that night he had to admit; the W.T.P.S Company didn't become one of the most well known software companies in the world by sheer luck. And Quatre wasn't about to try and ruin things for them, he understood how much the company meant to his father, he cared for it more than his family after all but all Quatre wanted to do was lighten things up a bit.
Upon observations on how his father's employees worked they indeed worked hard but they looked so stressed, not to mention uncomfortable whenever he or his father were just passing by. It was as if they had the feeling that, if one of them found one little thing wrong with what they were doing they would be fired right there on the spot. And Quatre didn't want that, he wanted them to be able to work without feeling so on edge. Relaxing them would make them work at a higher degree wouldn't it? Feeling less stressed about the possibilities of being fired and letting them know that you are human would make them feel more at ease right? Why couldn't his father trust him on things like this? He tested this out when he was sent overseas for three years and from his statistics he found that his employees and co-workers had indeed increased performance from his other results, which he calculated and did himself with a bit of research since his father wouldn't have allowed him to try it out. Being proven wrong wasn't one of the things his father took very lightly, not to mention his sister; he could see where her attitude came from.
'What was up with her this morning anyway,' Quatre pondered as his thoughts drifted to her, 'She seemed cheerful when I came down for breakfast but than she suddenly got moody again when I started eating.' It shocked him that she had actually talked to him too; they almost had an actual conversation, 'Too bad it didn't last for more than five minutes though.'
Stopping at the traffic lights he took in another deep breath and tried to clear his thoughts on everything, for some reason he loved to get himself stressed over almost anything, thinking too much never helped much either, if it was over things like this it just made his head hurt more.
As he watched cars streak past him in the other double lanes he noticed a large park across the road from him, seemed to be a pretty popular since he could see a fair few people walking about, and doing their daily exercise routines as well. Smiling at the sight of it he figured that he might go down there to do some jogging or something as well. Doing a bit of weights indoors all the time tends to get a bit boring after a while.
When the green lights appeared he got himself moving once again and turned right. Looking down at the digital clock in his car, the time read eight-nineteen. School started at eight-forty five so he had plenty of time to look around a bit, like for the office.
Driving along casually he had noticed a few students in the same uniform as his walking to school, at least he was heading in the right direction. Up ahead though he noticed a girl with long honey blonde hair which went down her back. He recognized that hair. Breaking a little he pulled over to the curb and got a side glance of the girl.
"Miss Relena," Quatre called out to her as he bought his car to a stop.
Relena stopped in her tracks and looked over at the car which was beside her, looking over at the driver he removed his sun glasses and smiled brightly at her. The female uniforms appeared to be basically similar to the male ones but instead of pants they wore dark grey skirts which went about mid thigh and wore black mid calf socks with black sandals.
"Quatre, you?re starting school already?" She asked, thinking that he would have wanted to rest a bit before starting school already. He had only just arrived late yesterday afternoon.
"The sooner I start the better. Would you like a lift?"
She hesitated at first since she didn't really feel right about hopping into a car with some guy she hardly knew but as she continued on walking again Quatre let the car roll forward as to keep up with her pace. As she looked over at him he was giving her puppy dog eyes and pleaded with her saying, "Please Miss Relena, I would like to get to know you better." Looking over the car a bit and gazing up at Quatre's face once more, she started softening up a bit, to her frustration as well. Stopping in her tracks once more Quatre gave her an even wider smile and leaned over the passenger seat to open the door for her. As she got in he winked at her and put his sunnies back on. Looking over his shoulder as to see if it was clear he turned into the lane and headed off again.
While he was driving, he wanted to try and start some sort of conversation since they hadn't spoken ever since she got in the car. She didn't look as if she wanted to talk either. She was gazing out the passenger side window with her arm resting over the door. What should he say? He isn't exactly on friendly terms with her yet, no thanks to him opening up his big mouth to know about her personal life.
"Um, Miss Relena. I didn't, offend your mother too badly yesterday did I?" He asked, breaking the silence between them.
She turned her gaze to meet his and asked, "What makes you think you offended her?"
"Well, I admit I was a bit out of line with what I said. I had only just met her and I was already mouthing off to her, I was just concerned that's all."
"So why did you say it?"
That question caught him off guard, he opened his mouth to answer but hesitated, 'What do I say? Tell her that I was standing up for her? Tell her I'm tired of people judging me all the time?'
He knew he had to answer soon since she was still waiting for him to answer the question but suddenly said, "I wouldn't worry too much about it if I were you."
"What do you mean by that?" Quatre asked in confusion, since when does someone become fond of another if they offended them?
Relena turned her gaze back to the window and replied, "She was testing you, and you passed."
Turning his gaze back to the road he thought long and hard about what she had just said. It made sense; after all she was having a go at him for nothing. But he had a feeling that those lines were mainly focused on Relena, and had a feeling that she knew too.
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Pulling up into the car park Quatre removed his sun glasses and adjusted the roof top over the car, grabbing his bag from the back seats shortly afterwards. Relena had already gotten out before him and as he closed the door and locked the car up she said, "Well, I'm going now."
As she was about to go Quatre said, "Wait! Miss Relena..."
She was growing frustrated now, slowly turning around to face him he looked at her apologetically and said, "I'm really sorry to be a bother but I was wondering if you could show me where the school's office is? I know you might have other things more important to do so, even the directions would be fine."
'Great, now he's trying to make me feel guilty', she wanted to walk off but her feet didn't seem to follow her wishes. 'Correction, I'm already feeling guilty.' Sighing in defeat she said, "Don't worry about directions, I'll show you myself."
"I don't want to be a bother," Quatre said back.
Relena took a few steps away from him and said, "Are you coming or not?"
Continuing on walking Quatre quickly caught up with her and silently followed her.
As she walked she couldn't help but feel even guiltier at the way she was treating him. He has been so nice to her so far and she hasn't showed any gratitude in return. It never bothered her before though; she could give anyone the cold shoulder and not feel bad about it but why is it that every time she does it to him she feels as though a knife is being stabbed into her heart? 'No, I can't feel that way to anyone,' she noted to herself, 'It's better for myself and everyone around me if I act like this.'
When they walked a building she stopped beside some stairs and said, "This building that we have just entered now is the 'main building' of the school. Here is where most of the school office is and also where most of the teacher's offices are situated. It's nothing special but there is a couple of computer rooms here and a couple of study centers for senior students to do work in peace. Room numbers in this building have either MG (Main Ground) or MT (Main Top) at the beginning before the number of the room, this should help you know where your classes are if it has either one of these abbreviations."
"Ah that will be helpful, thank you Miss Relena."
After a long pause Relena said, "Quatre."
"Yes?"
"Why do you keep calling me 'Miss'?"
He looked at her blankly for a while there, until it only just occurred to him then as to what she was talking about, "Oh, sorry. It's a forced habit I guess, I don't notice I even say it sometimes haha. While I have been working in our family company I am always around people twice my age so, since it's more appropriate and polite I refer to any female as Miss, Mrs. or Ms and males as Mr."
Relena raised an eye brow at that explanation and asked, "Your not going to be calling any of the guys here by 'Mr.' are you?"
"Haha don't worry I'm not planning to."
"So why is that your not planning on calling any guys by ?Mr.? but you will still refer to me as 'Miss'?"
"Well if you don't like it I will try and stop but when it comes to females I just, want to be polite to them I guess. I also refer to them that way as a form of respect as well."
"And how are you referring it to me, out of respect or politeness??
Pondering over it a bit he smiled at her and replied, "Both."
She just stared at him when he said that, 'What did he mean by that exactly?' She should tell him to jump off the cliff for all she cared, but of course didn't which was now beginning to bother her.
From the stairs there suddenly appeared a group of girls, they were in full conversations with each other as they walked down to the ground floor of the building. One of the girls stopped talking and looked at Relena and Quatre with curiosity. Smiling to herself she walked up behind Relena and the other two which were with her followed. Relena turned around and came face to face with the ash blonde girl.
"Hello Relena," the girl said as she smiled brightly at her, narrowing her eyes at the same time.
"Hello, Sylvia," Relena greeted back with no enthusiasm what so ever.
Sylvia placed both hands over her hips and said, "We haven't seen you around in a while? What's your problem with us now? Are we not good enough friends for you?"
Relena just remained silent as Sylvia just shrugged it off and took and interesting glance over at Quatre.
"Ah, is this why? You got a new boy friend?" Sylvia asked as she came up to him.
"WHAT! No, he's Dorothy's brother! I'm just showing him to the office that's all."
"Geez, don't get so uptight," Sylvia replied as Relena watched her get closer to Quatre. Walking up to him, Sylvia took long surveillances over his form and grinned at him, "Hello there, my name is Sylvia, Sylvia Noventa. And these two are Midii and Meiran."
Each of them nodded at him as their names were said. Quatre smiled at them and greeted, "Nice to meet you all, my name is Quatre, Quatre Raberba Winner."
"We are such good friends with your sister. Although, we didn't know she had a brother," Sylvia stated, "Oh well, you said you were heading to the office right? May we accompany you?"
Quatre didn't have any problem with it but looked over at Relena to see how she will respond; after all she was the one taking him so it was pretty much up to her.
Relena just shrugged and said, "Well, if you are going to take him would you mind doing it in my place then?"
Quatre stared at her, stunned at her reply. On the other hand Sylvia grinned at her and took Quatre by the arm, "Hehe no problems here," she said. And with that she dragged him along with her. Midii and Meiran followed after them, starting their earlier conversation from before. Relena still stood in the same spot as she just watched them leave. Quatre looked back at her as they were getting further away from her but she had already turned her back to them and was already out the door. He turned his head back again to listen to Sylvia's chattering but he couldn't help but feel concerned over Relena again, 'Did I just miss something?'
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Author's Note: Some of you of you might be wondering just what does 'Tooi Yoake' mean right? I wanted a school name related to Gundam Wing in some way but most of the good names have been taken by other authors so, I thought, why not a name from a Gundam Wing Song!? ^_^ 'Tooi Yoake' means 'Faraway Dawn', it's Zechs' image song. Anyway what do you think so far? This is all the chapters i have completed so far, if people like it then i will keep writing. I hope you like it, i really really want this to work. Any feedback will help me a lot. Thanks for spending the time to read this too.
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