Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Arabian Pleasure ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 2 )

Arabian Pleasure:

By: Melfina61

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the G/W characters. I don't own the show, or anything else to do with the show. But I do own some of the original characters I've created in this story, I do own this story and the ideas behind this story.

A/N: Hey all of you. It's me again. I haven't been on in a long while. This story you are about to read is a repost of my first fanfiction that was taken out do to the graphic nature. But since there are a number of stories out there far worse than mine I do believe that I can repost it. So for all of you who remember me and my story and want to read it again here it is. There are some changes, just to warn you all.

And for all those who are new (those in mediaminer.org)…..welcome to plentiful nights of Arabian Pleasure. ^^

~Prologue~

" Baba, you can't tell me to do this - not now. I can't marry now baba!" Looking closely at his daughter, Samira, Abdul could see the plea in her dark teary eyes. He was aching to hug his little habiba and comfort her like she used to when she was a little girl, crying for her baba to take away the bad dreams. But she was not his little habiba anymore; she had grown into a beautiful young girl. Her long black hair ascended all the way down to her mid waist, her big dark eyes were full of newfound wisdom, and of course at this point, sadness. Her body was now going through the stages of womanhood, more so than he would like to admit. At times he very much wished he could lock her in her room and keep her away from all the men of the world forever, for she was too beautiful, too sweet and kind and no man in the world deserved her. But it was his duty to see her married to an exceptional young Arabian man and he did have one in mind, in fact it was in the process of coming to be. Taking a deep breath, he looked at his habiba, smiled and tried again to convince her,

"Samira you know this is our custom, you knew that one day I would find you a good husband, I have told you that since the day you were able to understand what our custom and religion permits us to do. Come now habiba, it won't be too bad, he is a very good young man and he will give you a good life."

"But baba, I don't want to marry someone that I don't know, that I don't love. I want it to be like - like how it was with you and…" Chocking back on a few tears, she remembered her dearest mother who died when she was only six years old. But she remembered her well. It was quite often said that she was the spiting image of her mother. She remembered the beautiful story of how her father saw her mother for the first time and vowed that day that he would have no other but her, for she captured his heart and he had captured hers as well. And that's how she wanted to meet her future husband, and not like this. What if she didn't even like him? "Please baba," she whispered, "I don't want to marry now." Embracing her father, she continued to plead with him but he would not submit, no matter how much he would love to, it just simply had to be done.

"I'm sorry Samira but it is already arranged. We will leave tomorrow and you will meet your future husband."

"But baba!" frustrated now by her uncooperativeness, he could no longer hold his temper,

"Not buts Samira! You will marry the man I have chosen for you and that is final!" Abdul stormed out of her room, leaving Samira no room for further objections. Samira slumped down onto her bed and made herself a promise, that married or not married, she will never love a man that she doesn't choose to love. And if this mystery man is not the one she loves, she would be forced to spend forever as a prisoner in a loveless marriage.

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"Quatre, it's almost time for you to meet your future wife. Are you ready?" No, Quatre was not ready. He didn't really want to meet her; he didn't even want another wife. Looking at the small picture frame where he and Dorothy stood in a warm embrace, he let out a small sigh. Her took the picture and looked at her, asking himself for the thousandth time why she had left him. The tortured memory of how she had died was still embedded in the center of his memory.

~Flashback~

Dorothy stood at the edge of the cliff where she was being held at gunpoint, by a man trying to claim the ransom he requested from Quatre. He looked at Dorothy who hid her fear from the criminal. She merely smiled at him, but Quatre could tell in her eyes, that she was terrified. But her instincts willed her to innocently provoke the criminal.

"You fool, you honestly believe that my husband will give you all that money. He doesn't even care about what happens to me. Haha….how could you be so stupid?" Dorothy caught Quatre's eye, and he finally understood. She was distracting the man. Slowly Quatre walked closer and closer behind the S.O.B and he was almost close enough to grab him from behind, but the man caught on and soon they both were in a struggle to get the gun. The struggle didn't last very long as the man pulled the trigger in his attempt to get it away from Quatre. It was as if time went in slow motion, showing Quatre every tortured second as the bullet exploded from the gun and into Dorothy. Quatre pulled Dorothy into his arms as the man stood motionless behind him. She looked at Quatre, unable to speak at all she smiled at her husband before the darkness of death took her. For what seemed like an eternity, Quatre held her in his arms, rocking her back and forth until fury took over. His military instinct took over and after setting Dorothy down, Quatre stormed to the man that killed her, took the gun from his hands and shot him dead with no mercy.

~End of Flashback~

Setting the picture back down on his desk, he made his decision. He will marry this girl as custom permits, but this time he will not be open-minded as he was with Dorothy. His new wife will follow all of the traditional customs without complaint, he'd see to it. If that was the wish of his advisors and to those who didn't approve of his first marriage, because of his modern ways and Dorothy's free spirit, then it shall be done. He took one last glance at the photo and turned to his manservant, Mohammad, whim he'd known since they were children, and answered,

"Yes, I'm ready, let's go and meet my future wife shall we?" Quatre knew that this time, everything will be different, he was no longer the kind, good-hearted man he was once believed to be, that man died with his wife a long time ago.

~TO BE CONTINUED~

Note: So what do you all think? Good so far I hope. ^^ Please review and let me know hope you all are feeling and for all those people who've read it before…there will be changes so if you want to read these chapters again….great!! ^^