Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Camp Kaboomy ❯ ch. 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

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Chapter 1

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“Has he still not spoken?” Osama demanded from the bedroom doorway, frowning at the small frame of his sleeping son.

“No, Master.” Rashid responded in a quiet voice. “Not since it happened. . .”

“What has the doctors had to say?”

“That it's the result of emotional trauma.”

“Trauma?” Osama scoffed, “What trauma? Isn't it normal for a child to witness their mother being murdered while embracing them? Idiots! Of course he's traumatized!”

“Excuse me, Sir. . .” A slender young maid addressed with a slight curtsey, “This just came for you. The messenger said it was urgent.”

“Thank you Arisa.” The man accepted the package, “Oh, and Arisa. . .” He called as the auburn haired girl turned to leave.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Would you please have some tea waiting in my study?”

“Of course, Sir.” She curtsied again before leaving to make the tea.

Rashid studied the shorter man that he called master, as he sighed and looked at the package with distaste. “Master?”

“Come, Rashid.” Osama commanded, “I have a feeling that they have just upped the ante.”

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/ “These bastards won't stop at anything!”/ Osama had shouted, throwing his phone against the wall out of helpless frustration. / “They've taken my eldest daughter and my wife, and now they want my only son!? I WON'T STAND FOR IT!”/

Rashid sighed as he protectively clutched the small slumbering boy to his chest.

/ “I've already arranged for the girls to go live with various relatives. . .”/ Osama sighed, rubbing the corners of his eyes warily, as he sank into his office chair.

/ “Master?”/ Rashid inquired with concern.

/ “Rashid, I'm entrusting you to find a safe place for my son to hide . . . Possibly for the rest of his life.”/

He carefully climbed over the fence that served as a protective boarder around The Winner Mansion. On his back was a knapsack with enough food and water for three days, a change of clothes for each of them, a box of matches, as well as ammunition for the .35 he had on his person and a blanket.

/ “Stay off the main roads as much as you can. Quatre is well known, especially since Catherine's death. It was all over the news.”/

The burly man headed towards the dark woods that surrounded the Estate.

/ “At the edge of the woods, a car will be waiting with a full tank of gas. There are false Id's in the glove compartment for both you and the boy, as well as a cell phone that only I have the number for.”/

/ “I had thought that moving the family to Earth would give us at least some animosity. . . I am such a fool.”/

The child whimpered, stirring in his sleep. His small face furrowed as his dream turned sour. He calmed some, as his protector ran his hand soothingly through his golden hair. Rashid's heart went out to the child. His entire world had been turned upside down and it was about to get much, much worse.

/ “After hiding the child, make yourself scarce.”/ Osama said, placing a hand on the taller man's shoulder, /”You've been good to this family, Rashid. I can't thank you enough.”/

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“You understand what's at stake here?” The giant of a man asked the petite woman.

“I do.” She acknowledged, taking the small child from him, “We will look after him, and keep him safe. . . His secret is safe with me. You have my word.”

“Thank you.” He said with a respectful bow. With a sad look, Rashid brushed back some of the boy's blonde bangs from his face, “Goodbye, Master Quatre. I pray that we meet again. Until then, be safe.”

With that, he turned back into the darkness of the night, climbed into his car, and drove away.

The woman sighed as she peered at the sleeping child, “Well Quatre, Welcome to the Maxwell Camp Kaboomy.”

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To be continued. . .

A/N This story is starting off slowly.

Please bare with me, I promise it will get better!

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