Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A New Life to Live ❯ Look at me standing, here on my own again ( Chapter 2 )

A New Life to Live

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

Warnings: This story is yaoi, so if the idea of guy/guy relationships irks you, then DON'T READ!

Umm…gomen nasai minna-san I forgot the footnotes from the last chapter so…

(1) Don't you get it? He already 'leans' that way!

(Sorry I live a very sad life)

(2) Corny, I know but it's my first time so cut me some slack.

(3) Is that how you spell her name? I dunno, but if you REVIEW and tell me I won't make the same mistakes in my other fics.

(4) Hehehe, Quatre thinks his father is a transsexual!

(5) So sue me, I couldn't think of anyone else.

Chapter 2

King Milliardo was beside himself. It had been 1 day since his son, Quatre, had disappeared and his guards showed no signs of even coming close to finding him. His worry was slowly boiling into anger, anger at his son, who was only doing this for attention. He still felt he was right about what he did to Quatre. A strong ruler needed a Queen so therefore this marriage was only right for the kingdom. There was no need for worry, this would all blow over and Quatre would be back. But Quatre's absence was causing rumours throughout the kingdom…The royal mages had had (read it, it does make sense and I'm not just drunk) no luck scrying for him, he seemed to be blocking it somehow, which was absurd because he showed no promise at practising magic before…

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I can feel the mages scrying for me. Good thing I learned some sort of magic, even if it was only a bit. But it's still enough to block them. Anyway I need to find some place to stay; I can't very well stay on the streets.

Soon enough he came across an inn, so he stepped inside. He was immediately assaulted by the foul stenches that the building itself seem to give off. There was yellow on the walls and something green growing in the corner. The ceiling was jet black and the floor seemed awfully sticky underneath his shoes. But Quatre pushed forward because he needed a room and he was dog-tired.

Well, beggars can't be choosers…

He went up to who he presumed was the owner and asked for a room. Luckily the rooms were cheap but it would have been absurd for the seedy rooms to be expensive. Drained, Quatre trudged his way upstairs to his room, got changed into a shirt and boxers, and climbed into bed. He closed his eyes, trying to succumb to the darkness that came with sleep, so he could forget. Forget his father; what happened today; his life. Everything…

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Quatre awoke the next morning to find that his room had been ransacked. At least, he thought his room had been; he couldn't really tell. So he got out of bed and checked his bag just to be safe, and found that half of his clothes were missing and his royal sword was gone!

Great. Just bloody great. I have nothing left except for a few gold coins and another change of clothes

But instead of whining about it, he packed up what was left and set off on his journey again with a firmer resolve.

The day was drawing to a close and Quatre was dreading it because he knew he hadn't enough money for a stay in an inn. So Quatre kept going, till it was pitch black and he only had the stars as his source of light. All of a sudden he bumped into something hard and fell on his rear. He looked up to apologise but his apology caught in his throat when saw it was a group of men all leering at him. Fear coursed through his veins because he knew these men weren't going to let him go.

'Well if it isn't the little prince. What's a little kid like you doing in a dangerous town like this, huh?' The biggest one sneered 'Are you missing your daddy?' And the whole group erupted into laughter, throwing jeers in, like: 'Are you lost?' and 'This kid's so scared he's about to wet himself!' Quatre didn't speak; he couldn't even if he wanted to. His fear had lodged itself in his throat and his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. His palms were sweaty and his heart was thumping in his chest, so loud he thought that even they could hear it. Then the 'leader' spoke again 'Well don't worry! Brad will look after you!' Suddenly a large meaty arm enclosed round his throat and a filthy hand round his mouth. That's when Quatre's brain kicked in. He twisted and wriggled, and kicked back with his legs. But alas that had no effect.

He was eventually dragged into an alley (1) where he was dumped unceremoniously on the dirty floor. Quatre used his magic to try and fight back. He sent wave after wave of white blasts against them but their walls were strong and he knew only a limited amount of magic. Soon he grew weary and collapsed to the floor. He lay there unmoving except for the rapid rising and falling of his chest. Just as darkness was falling over his vision he thought he saw a figure in the entrance way to the alley.

But that was just hopeful thinking.

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Yay I finished another chapter. So what do you think? Huh? Huh!? HUH? I can't hear you. Just fill out a review and tell me!

(1) It always happens in an alley, doesn't it?

Ja ne minna-san!