Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ By The Light... ❯ the plot thickens... ( Chapter 7 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Lady Lye 
The introduction of HIM to the plot and no we haven't forgotten about Quat-kun!!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Occult / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 11.08.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 478 | Status: Work In Progress
The introduction of HIM to the plot and no we haven't forgotten about Quat-kun!!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Occult / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 11.08.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 478 | Status: Work In Progress
By The Light…
A Fanfic by Lady Lye
Chapter Seven: the plot thickens
Copyright 2001
Idea suggested and consulting/editing by Mako-chan
Disclaimer: Don't own GW *sob* Don't own SM *sob again* but I do own- KATAKU! My keyboard!! BWAHAHA! *laughs in Wufei's face* Take THAT annoying Justice Boy!!
Note: I scramble names a tad… Japanese- English- what's the dif? Some of each all mixed together to create MY Universe…
Other Note: SM time; after Super S but before Stars since the manga's not all out. ^__^ GW time; um, we're gonna mess with this A LOT. They're comrades living together w/ the Winner's I dunno if they have gundam but it remains to be seen… Just go with the flow, k? All will be revealed eventually…
VII
"Arigato, Tsukino-san," Quatre bowed solemnly. "The food was wonderful, thank you," he smiled. The food really had been wonderful. It had opened his taste buds to flavors he thought he'd never get to taste again. They were very much in the dark, not knowing any others like them. They had only the myths and urban legends and pop culture to go on. They were still learning about just what they were.
"You're very welcome, Quatre, I'm glad you liked it," Bunny's mother beamed. "I hope we'll see you back sometime, yes?" she threw a pointed glance at Bunny, who flushed a little.
"Uh, let's not keep Quatre, Mama," she protested. "It's late and I'm sure he needs to head home, right, Quat-kun?" (AN: Quat-kun! ^____^ I call him Quat-kun so Buns calls him Quat-kun, k? woah, lotta 'cuh's…)
"Oh, yes, please apologize to your parents for us that it's so late," Mrs. Tsukino said. "The time just flew, didn't it? Are you sure you can get home alright? It is very late and very dark."
"No, that's alright, I'll be totally fine," Quatre nodded.
"Mo-om," Sammy rolled his eyes. "Quatre's not a wuss like Bunny, he can take care of himself, right, Quatre?"
"Sammy!" Bunny had to keep herself from hitting him.
Quatre laughed. He had become Sammy's hero it seemed. "Thank you again," he bowed. "I hope I'll see you again, Bunny," he waved as he left.
"Bye, Quat-kun!" she called, waving crazily.
"You are SUCH a wuss…"
"SAMMY! I AM NOT! YOU LITTLE-!"
Mrs. Tsukino sighed, waved good-bye to Quatre and shut the door. Oi, her children… "Enough out of both of you! Upstairs! Now! And be quiet about it or I won't allow either of you any guests until the next school year begins!" she stormed off to the kitchen for some aspirin.
Both of them stared after her, blinking. DAMN, she had a temper.
Bunny poked Sammy in the ribs. "Better be quiet, squirt or you won't get to see that Mika girl."
He growled at her. "Oh yeah? What about you and Quatre, HM? Or even all your stupid girly friends who just sit there and gossip all the time?"
They continued to argue all the way upstairs. "Oh my GOD, Quatre is NOT my boyfriend! I don't have a boyfriend anymore, ok?"
"Yeah, whatever… So why'd you break up with Mamoru anyway?" Sammy paused at the door to his room.
Bunny stopped. "We had a fight," she said carefully. "Besides, he was just a jackass anyway!" she slammed the door of her room behind her, ignoring Sammy's shock. She flopped facedown on her bed and pulled a pillow over her head. Life was too cruel sometimes… She thought of Mamoru and sat up to rub the bruises on her arm. That jackass… how could she ever have trusted him? But Quatre she could trust. He had rescued her, and then comforted her when she had needed it most. Without thinking, without needing to be asked, he had just instinctively known that she needed help. She smiled a little when she thought of his kind eyes. Good thing the whole 'meet the parents' part was pretty much over and done with-' she paused. Crap. Nononononono- BAD Bunny. Rebound relationships were BAD things. They never worked. Quickly, she picked up her phone to call Raye.
"mushi mushi?" a tired voice picked up.
"Raye-chan! It's Bunny," she grabbed a stuffed bunny rabbit to use as a stress ball.
"Oh, hi, Bunny," Raye's tone picked up considerably. "What's up? How'd your date go?"
~~~%*%~~~
(AN: Yes, Sammy/Shingo (thank you, Mako… we'll stick w/ Sammy tho… and yes I know that her name is Ikuko) must be the only person in history to think Quatre's tough. *basks in the glow of all the praise from Quatre-lovers who always KNEW he was hard core* Mhmm. Let's keep going, hai?)
(Ooh, wait- further note- *Lady Lye bows deeply to Princess Raye Fire* Your idea is awesome. Mako and I hadn't thought of that and now you're inspired us to greater things. You hereby get credit for this next plot thread… THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
~~*~%*%~*~~
Six years ago…
Majesty seemed to reek from him. He stood tall, though really was of only a little above average height, and his posture was excellent. He moved amongst the other guests at the party effortlessly. A smile here, a nod there, a few choice words to make some woman blush and he was past them all.
Fools…
He left the ballroom of the office building and walked gracefully into the foyer, accepting his long, dark jacket from the bellman. The man watched him in awe as with a flourish he put it on and stepped outside. Out into the sunlight.
He half smiled to himself. No one ever suspected. He would not let them. He chose to stroll down the sidewalk rather than call for a taxi. He could afford the time. Afterall, he had an eternity to do as he wished. His meanderings brought him alongside the city's park and this time he smiled genuinely. The shrieks and laughter of children greeted his ears and several ran by on the other side of the iron railing. Such innocence… Yet he had to fight the hunger within him at the same time that he admired their gentle ignorance.
"Daddy!" one young girl's voice caught his attention however. "Daddy, I want a purple one-" a girl of about seven, with short black hair pointed to the flock of balloons a vendor held.
"Alright, sweatpea," her father chuckled. "I promised you a balloon- the purple one please?" he paid for it and tied it around her wrist.
"Thank you!" she cried happily, taking it. Laughing, she twirled around with it a few times, enjoying the way it bobbed in the breeze. As she turned, he saw her face.
The most luminescent, dark eyes he had ever seen. So deep- were they purple or black? Without thinking, he sucked in a deep breath and held it. As she turned back to her father again, laughing, he realized what he had just done. Feeling a fool, color rising in his pale cheeks, he released it and did not take another. It had been too many years to count since he had last needed to breathe. What then…?
Something large, rubbery, and purple flew by to smack him in the face. "What the-"
"Sorry!" he looked down to see that same little girl. He froze, captivated by her eyes. They seemed to hold entire universe in their depths…
"Hotaru?" The little girl turned at the call. "C'mon, we need to head home," her father waved.
"Ok!" She turned back to him briefly. It was odd… a seven year old, and a grown man who had lived way beyond his youthful appearance, looking deep into one another's eyes. Everything else seemed to disappear for a brief moment…
"Hotaru!"
"Coming!" she fled.
He watched her go, afraid to move. What had he just encountered? And why was he so fascinated by it?
~~*~%*%~*~~
Lita flipped through the channels idly, swathed in comfy pajamas and plush pillows and blankets. She wasn't really paying attention to the TV. She was lost in her thoughts. He'd said his name was Trowa.
"I'll see you again soon," he'd promised.
She hugged a pillow happily. Not soon enough.
~~~%*%~~~
Reveiw it!! PLEASE? *pleading eyes*
A Fanfic by Lady Lye
Chapter Seven: the plot thickens
Copyright 2001
Idea suggested and consulting/editing by Mako-chan
Disclaimer: Don't own GW *sob* Don't own SM *sob again* but I do own- KATAKU! My keyboard!! BWAHAHA! *laughs in Wufei's face* Take THAT annoying Justice Boy!!
Note: I scramble names a tad… Japanese- English- what's the dif? Some of each all mixed together to create MY Universe…
Other Note: SM time; after Super S but before Stars since the manga's not all out. ^__^ GW time; um, we're gonna mess with this A LOT. They're comrades living together w/ the Winner's I dunno if they have gundam but it remains to be seen… Just go with the flow, k? All will be revealed eventually…
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VII
"Arigato, Tsukino-san," Quatre bowed solemnly. "The food was wonderful, thank you," he smiled. The food really had been wonderful. It had opened his taste buds to flavors he thought he'd never get to taste again. They were very much in the dark, not knowing any others like them. They had only the myths and urban legends and pop culture to go on. They were still learning about just what they were.
"You're very welcome, Quatre, I'm glad you liked it," Bunny's mother beamed. "I hope we'll see you back sometime, yes?" she threw a pointed glance at Bunny, who flushed a little.
"Uh, let's not keep Quatre, Mama," she protested. "It's late and I'm sure he needs to head home, right, Quat-kun?" (AN: Quat-kun! ^____^ I call him Quat-kun so Buns calls him Quat-kun, k? woah, lotta 'cuh's…)
"Oh, yes, please apologize to your parents for us that it's so late," Mrs. Tsukino said. "The time just flew, didn't it? Are you sure you can get home alright? It is very late and very dark."
"No, that's alright, I'll be totally fine," Quatre nodded.
"Mo-om," Sammy rolled his eyes. "Quatre's not a wuss like Bunny, he can take care of himself, right, Quatre?"
"Sammy!" Bunny had to keep herself from hitting him.
Quatre laughed. He had become Sammy's hero it seemed. "Thank you again," he bowed. "I hope I'll see you again, Bunny," he waved as he left.
"Bye, Quat-kun!" she called, waving crazily.
"You are SUCH a wuss…"
"SAMMY! I AM NOT! YOU LITTLE-!"
Mrs. Tsukino sighed, waved good-bye to Quatre and shut the door. Oi, her children… "Enough out of both of you! Upstairs! Now! And be quiet about it or I won't allow either of you any guests until the next school year begins!" she stormed off to the kitchen for some aspirin.
Both of them stared after her, blinking. DAMN, she had a temper.
Bunny poked Sammy in the ribs. "Better be quiet, squirt or you won't get to see that Mika girl."
He growled at her. "Oh yeah? What about you and Quatre, HM? Or even all your stupid girly friends who just sit there and gossip all the time?"
They continued to argue all the way upstairs. "Oh my GOD, Quatre is NOT my boyfriend! I don't have a boyfriend anymore, ok?"
"Yeah, whatever… So why'd you break up with Mamoru anyway?" Sammy paused at the door to his room.
Bunny stopped. "We had a fight," she said carefully. "Besides, he was just a jackass anyway!" she slammed the door of her room behind her, ignoring Sammy's shock. She flopped facedown on her bed and pulled a pillow over her head. Life was too cruel sometimes… She thought of Mamoru and sat up to rub the bruises on her arm. That jackass… how could she ever have trusted him? But Quatre she could trust. He had rescued her, and then comforted her when she had needed it most. Without thinking, without needing to be asked, he had just instinctively known that she needed help. She smiled a little when she thought of his kind eyes. Good thing the whole 'meet the parents' part was pretty much over and done with-' she paused. Crap. Nononononono- BAD Bunny. Rebound relationships were BAD things. They never worked. Quickly, she picked up her phone to call Raye.
"mushi mushi?" a tired voice picked up.
"Raye-chan! It's Bunny," she grabbed a stuffed bunny rabbit to use as a stress ball.
"Oh, hi, Bunny," Raye's tone picked up considerably. "What's up? How'd your date go?"
~~~%*%~~~
(AN: Yes, Sammy/Shingo (thank you, Mako… we'll stick w/ Sammy tho… and yes I know that her name is Ikuko) must be the only person in history to think Quatre's tough. *basks in the glow of all the praise from Quatre-lovers who always KNEW he was hard core* Mhmm. Let's keep going, hai?)
(Ooh, wait- further note- *Lady Lye bows deeply to Princess Raye Fire* Your idea is awesome. Mako and I hadn't thought of that and now you're inspired us to greater things. You hereby get credit for this next plot thread… THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
~~*~%*%~*~~
Six years ago…
Majesty seemed to reek from him. He stood tall, though really was of only a little above average height, and his posture was excellent. He moved amongst the other guests at the party effortlessly. A smile here, a nod there, a few choice words to make some woman blush and he was past them all.
Fools…
He left the ballroom of the office building and walked gracefully into the foyer, accepting his long, dark jacket from the bellman. The man watched him in awe as with a flourish he put it on and stepped outside. Out into the sunlight.
He half smiled to himself. No one ever suspected. He would not let them. He chose to stroll down the sidewalk rather than call for a taxi. He could afford the time. Afterall, he had an eternity to do as he wished. His meanderings brought him alongside the city's park and this time he smiled genuinely. The shrieks and laughter of children greeted his ears and several ran by on the other side of the iron railing. Such innocence… Yet he had to fight the hunger within him at the same time that he admired their gentle ignorance.
"Daddy!" one young girl's voice caught his attention however. "Daddy, I want a purple one-" a girl of about seven, with short black hair pointed to the flock of balloons a vendor held.
"Alright, sweatpea," her father chuckled. "I promised you a balloon- the purple one please?" he paid for it and tied it around her wrist.
"Thank you!" she cried happily, taking it. Laughing, she twirled around with it a few times, enjoying the way it bobbed in the breeze. As she turned, he saw her face.
The most luminescent, dark eyes he had ever seen. So deep- were they purple or black? Without thinking, he sucked in a deep breath and held it. As she turned back to her father again, laughing, he realized what he had just done. Feeling a fool, color rising in his pale cheeks, he released it and did not take another. It had been too many years to count since he had last needed to breathe. What then…?
Something large, rubbery, and purple flew by to smack him in the face. "What the-"
"Sorry!" he looked down to see that same little girl. He froze, captivated by her eyes. They seemed to hold entire universe in their depths…
"Hotaru?" The little girl turned at the call. "C'mon, we need to head home," her father waved.
"Ok!" She turned back to him briefly. It was odd… a seven year old, and a grown man who had lived way beyond his youthful appearance, looking deep into one another's eyes. Everything else seemed to disappear for a brief moment…
"Hotaru!"
"Coming!" she fled.
He watched her go, afraid to move. What had he just encountered? And why was he so fascinated by it?
~~*~%*%~*~~
Lita flipped through the channels idly, swathed in comfy pajamas and plush pillows and blankets. She wasn't really paying attention to the TV. She was lost in her thoughts. He'd said his name was Trowa.
"I'll see you again soon," he'd promised.
She hugged a pillow happily. Not soon enough.
~~~%*%~~~
Reveiw it!! PLEASE? *pleading eyes*