Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Demons ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

 

Today was, no doubt, one extremely fine spring day. The sun was shining bright in the clear morning sky. Hardly any clouds marred the perfection of the broad expanse of blue; if there were, they only served to enhance the color by contrasting it and they served to draw the attention of young boys and girls calling out the forms they see. The temperature was neither cold nor hot; and even the Sakura petals helped in beautifying the surroundings by riding the wind and making a dramatic curtain of pink.

 

Indeed, God had made a beautiful day in Japan.

 

Over in the outskirts of Tokyo, a majestic building stood out against the contrasting image of small houses and rice paddies. It was the Winner mansion, one of many, strategically placed all over the world. It is in this one that we focus our attention because, here, our main hero currently resides.

 

The angel of awareness, Remliel, had lived on Earth for approximately twenty-three years and eight months. His host body had grown into quite a beautiful young man, undoubtedly influenced by his angelic soul. Brilliant aquamarine eyes sparkled as they opened, taking in the sights of his grand room. He ran his hair through his white-gold, relatively short hair. Remliel sighed. It wasn't how he wanted it to be, but his host's sisters were very… persuasive.

 

Imagine being confronted by twenty-nine of them, each with their own reason for him to cut his hair. He could trip over it, he could get mugged, he didn't look manly enough (there were already twenty-nine ladies in the family), he couldn't see properly, and the list goes on… and on… and on…

 

Quatre sighed and stood up, slipping on his robe and slippers. Yawning, he headed for the bathroom to wash up.

 

“Good morning, Master Quatre” a young maid greeted, curtsying prettily before getting ready to prepare the bath. He returned with a dazzling smile that made absolutely anyone, male or female, fall in love with him. “Long day ahead?” she asked. Quatre made it a point to befriend each and every staff member, making them at ease with him.

 

“Hai, Yumi, more haggling with business tycoons ahead. Oh joy” he replied with false humor. Yumi giggled and stepped aside taking his robe and hanging it up.

 

“I'll leave you to your bath then, sir” she curtsied and left the room. Quatre disposed of the rest of his clothes and climbed into the warm, pool-like bathtub. It wasn't enormous, mind you, but it was big enough to do a couple of laps, which Quatre did. He did like to keep in shape and a bit of morning exercise wouldn't harm anyone.

 

Upon completing his bath, he headed back to the bedroom to find a smartly pressed, dark gray suit awaiting him on the neatly made bed. He put in on with meticulousness, knowing that the first judgment of ability was physical appearance. He had to look presentable so that his business associates would have confidence in him and in Winner Enterprises, Inc.

 

He then made his way downstairs for his usual breakfast. He absolutely adored his chef; as if it were his only happiness in life to experience the next magnificent dish his chef would whip up.

 

Today it was a simple, but indescribably delicious French crepe topped with raspberries and whipped cream.

 

Having completed his morning rituals, he headed to the awaiting limo that would take him to WEI-Tokyo Headquarters. As they neared their destination, a huge skyscraper loomed before them, dwarfing anything and everything that came to cross its path. Quatre couldn't care less as he leafed through a couple of files before the driver, Abdul, Quatre's deputy chief bodyguard, announced that they had arrived. He neatly put away the paperwork in his briefcase and stepped out of the car.

 

Eyes strayed to greet his presence. Everyone knew of the rich, intelligent, handsome, available president of WEI-International. His face was plastered on every magazine that was any magazine, from business, to leisure, to good housekeeping; interviews with him never seemed to lose its appeal to the masses. Men and women lusted for him (he did express in one interview that he had no preference when it came to his sexuality). And yet, to see him in person was a feat in itself.

 

Quatre headed to the revolving glass doors of the WEI-Tokyo Building only to be greeted by various secretaries with updates about work. Quatre elegantly waved them off and told them to see him in his office one by one. He headed to the elevators and waited for it to arrive. He barely noticed that no one seemed to be cueing up behind him; most were probably intimidated, the rest were just shy.

 

As the doors slid open, a very familiar face greeted him. His jaw dropped open in surprise. A multitude of heads swerved in their general direction as WEI-International's president practically squealed happily and launched himself in the arms of his beloved eldest sister, Ireia Winner.

 

“Oneechan!” the twenty-three year old cried happily. Ireia wrapped her arms around him in a sisterly hug as the doors shut. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

 

“Well, little brother” she started, straightening him up and fixing his once-impeccable suit. “Your sisters and I have agreed that your dizzy spells are enough.” Hadn't I mentioned that one? Well, yes, Quatre Raberba Winner is (gasp!) imperfect. His constantly suffered occasional dizzy spells as a result of being anemic.

 

“But I have been seeing a doctor every month… and I take my medication regularly” Quatre whined adorably.

 

“Yes, but that isn't enough. You secretaries and bodyguards have been asking for our help for a long, long time” Ireia said as they stepped out of the elevator. The elevator doors slid shut behind them as they headed to the mahogany double doors of Quatre's office. A long line of secretaries awaited them, eager for a meeting with the president. Rashid, Quatre's head of security and chief bodyguard, bowed slightly, greeted Ireia then held open the door for them.

 

“Demo, oneechan…” Quatre pouted adorably.

 

“I swear, Master Quatre, whenever Mistress Ireia is around, you turn into a whiny eight year old” Rashid teased laughingly. Quatre poked his tongue out at him and threatened him with the loss of his job. Rashid merely laughed, knowing his boss would never do such a thing. Quatre was incapable of making, much less carrying out threats.

 

“Anyway, Quatre, I have gone through the liberty of hiring you a personal doctor. She is also an ex-lieutenant of the army, therefore, not only will she be your doctor, she will also be part of your bodyguard. She is to remain with you at all times” Ireia declared.

 

“Demo, Ireia…”

 

“This is for your own good, Quatre. No buts” Ireia warned, hushing Quatre up immediately. “Besides, she's a really lovely woman. I think you two will get along real fine.” Quatre nodded dejectedly. “Anyway, Quatre darling, I really have to get going now. Dynah and the others have invited me to go shopping; that's one thing I cannot and will not refuse. Besides, you still have a lot more work to catch up with” Ireia kissed his cheek.

 

“Hai, oneechan…” he sighed, watching her leave. Rashid patted his shoulder.

 

“Shall I send your doctor in for you to meet?” he asked. Quatre smiled up at him and nodded before taking a seat behind his table. Rashid disappeared outside, shutting the door behind him. Quatre started on his paperwork while waiting. A few moments later, the door opened. Quatre looked up to see a beautiful woman of thirty sauntering over to his table. She wore a simple navy blue coat with a matching tie and matching knee-length skirt and had two blond pleats running down her shoulders.

 

“Good Morning, Master Quatre. It's a pleasure to be serving you” she greeted with a firm handshake. Quatre smiled in response.

 

“So I, you, Miss…?”

 

“Po. Sally Po.”

 

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Done! Yeah! =) R&R. More chapters to come! =)