Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Chancing Love Chasing Dreams ❯ Escaping ( Chapter 1 )

Chancing Love, Chasing Dreams

by: a mad tiger lady

(Wendy)

Disclaimers: Gundam Wing characters not mine, but everything else is, so don't you dare steal it! *growls*

Warnings: Even though this chapter has hardly anything, be warned that this will turn Yaoi and Het. Also Romance, Language, Angst, Violence, and some kinky shit that's just plain weird.

Anywho, enjoy!

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Chapter 1

In a giant elegant mansion on a hill, everything was peaceful.

But in one room of the mansion, there are two figures having a heated discussion over a certain thing.

As he sat on his bed, and his father paced in front of him, a blonde boy growled in irritation. "But, Father, I don't want the company! Why can't you give it to my sisters?" he asked in a shout, having asked that question many times before.

The man stopped his pacing, and glared at his son harshly. "Because, Quatre, I signed a legally binding contract that declares that the last child I had would be the sole heir of the company. And you were my last child." he explained again. "So whether you like it or not, the company is yours when you turn twenty, which is a month from now." he stated. His voice had a tone that meant no further discussion.

Quatre took no notice and glared back. "I don't want the damn company!! I want to live my own life! Make my own decisions! Why can't you understand that?!" he exclaimed as he held a pillow tight in his hands, almost threatening to rip it.

"Understand? Understand what, Quatre? Hm? That you want to follow a career in music? Or in that damn motorcycle racing that that little bitch got you hooked on?" the man asked in a growl.

His aqua eyes flared up at that. "Don't talk about her that way! You have no clue about her, so don't even talk about her!" Quatre growled back. He took great offense to the comment.

His father folded his arms over his chest and grunted. "I'm only stating the truth, Quatre. The girl is nothing but a whore that was thrown in the trash where she belongs. I should have never let you go to that orphanage charity when you were seven." he mumbled to himself. "Maybe then you would have never met that little bastard."

"Father! How dare you talk about my best friend that way?! She's a hell of a lot better than you are!!" Quatre shouted, mad that he stooped to bringing up his friend.

The man finally snapped at his son's outburst. "That's it, Quatre! You have pushed me to my limits! I am sending you to the beach side estate until two days before your birthday. That way maybe some of the effects that witch has on you will have time to wear off. I am also telling the security to arrest her if she even steps one inch onto this property!" the man shouted back, tired of his son's defiance.

Quatre's jaw dropped. "You can't do that!!! You have to at least tell her so she'll know!" he exclaimed. She came over all the time, and was sure to be spotted eventually.

The man laughed at him. "I don't have to do anything, Quatre. I control this household, and I will do whatever I please." He headed for the door. "Now you better start packing what you want to take with you. You're leaving first thing in the morning." With that he left, and slammed the door behind him.

Quatre just sat there in shock, and stared at the door. He had no clue what to do, and fear filled his thoughts. "Oh my God.... She's gonna be arrested in no time... And she doesn't need that on her record.... If only I could warn her!" he cried out to himself, worried about his friend.

"Warn me about what?" a laughing voice asked suddenly.

The blonde jerked his attention to the large windows in the back of his room, and smiled brightly at the darkly clad figure that climbed through his window. "Chance! What are you doing there??" he asked, then quickly jumped off of his bed to help the thin girl in.

Chance smiled back as she took his hand. "Well, I had a hunch that something was gonna happen, so I just shimmied up the drain pipe instead of usin' the door." she told him after pulling her black shoulder length hair out of her teal eyes. "And I heard the big bad Mr. Winner give you the third degree, so I guess I was right." she chuckled lightly.

On hearing his father's name, Quatre sighed deeply and sat on top of a nearby table. "Then you know that you're gonna be in big trouble if they catch you here. It would probably be best if you just left." he mumbled as he looked down at the floor sadly.

Chance frowned at her friend's attitude. Gently, she grabebd a hold on his chin, and forced him to look up. "Are you kidding? And let you be put through hell for no reason at all? Hell no. I won't abandon you like that." She rubbed her thumb across his cheek and smiled warmly. "I know that you hate being the Winner heir. I also know how much you hate being a publicity icon for Daddy dearest. I'm gonna help you get out of this. Come hell or high water, I'll find a way to get you out." she stated seriously.

The blonde boy could tell that she was serious. Her bright teal green eyes shown with a silent promise that she would stay with him no matter what. "I know you'll try, but how? You heard him... I'm being shipped off to the beach side estate in the morning.." he reminded her, unable to see a way out of it.

Chance gave him an evil smirk. She stepped back, and placed her hands on her slim hips. "Ah, yes, but you forget, I know where that place is." she pointed out slyly. "It would only be a five hour ride if I ride my bike non-stop. I can bribe the people holding you captive, and we can be back at the orphanage by tomorrow night." she offered. She knew that it wouldn't be hard to smuggle Quatre back in the city.

"That sounds great, but what if afterwards someone catches me around the city? You know that Dad has people everywhere." Quatre said, desperately wanting her to figure out a way that he could be with her.

"We'll worry about that later. That's gonna be the easy part, the hard part is me covering my tracks so no one knows I'm following you...." Chance paused to think for a moment. "Hmmm... I know, I'll have Sarah to cover for me, and I'll head out tonight. If I leave before you, then no one can say that I was following." she told him, thinking that it was the best way.

Quatre blinked and considered it. "That might just work... Now who was Sarah again?" he asked. He knew too many people over at the orphanage that Chance lived in to get all of their names straight.

She grunted in annoyance that he forgot. "Sarah! Come on Q! She's the old fat lady that's been there longer than I have... Frizzy gray hair, always baking pies, the one who was practically my mother." She began to smirk again. "Kept putting you in dresses `cause you looked so pretty in them." she jeered as she remembered the pictures of that back in her room.

The pale boy's face suddenly became bright red. "Oh... That Sarah.... Do you still.."

"Yes I still have those pictures. I had one blown up and it's hangin' in a big frame in my room. It's the one of you in that cute purple party dress when you were eight." Chance snickered. She still was unable to walk by it without laughing.

Quatre frowned and grunted. "I hate you."

Chance reached out and tweaked his nose. "No you don't. You love me, and you know it." She then stepped up and gave him a loose hug. "I'm gonna get going now. If I leave by ten I'll be there an hour before you get there. You know my cellphone number. If there's any quick changes, just leave me a voice mail and I'll figure out the rest." After letting go, she cupped the side of his face in her hand. "Don't worry about anything, I'll take care of it."

He placed his hand over hers, and smiled brightly. "Worry? With you? You gotta be kidding. I know you'll come through for me. Just be careful." Quatre warned. He didn't want anything to happen to her.

Chance nodded, then made her way back to the window. Before she was about to climb back out, she turned back to the blonde boy and grinned. "Trust me, Q, you're gonna thank me for this later on. I have a feeling that this'll be the best thing to ever happen to you. I promise." Her green eyes were brighter than the smile on her face. Quickly, she didn't wait for a reply as she practically jumped out of the window.

Quatre moved to Chance's exit, and looked out just in time to see her dashing across the yard into the gardens. He knew that there was a large tree in the far end of the gardens that was growing next to the ten foot tall wall that surrounded the estate. It was this tree that Chance would always use to get in and out of the grounds without being seen.

It was also the way that she was able to sneak Quatre away from the estate on numerous occasions. They mostly would sneak out at night, because that was the only time that the blonde boy didn't have a guard around him at all times. Quatre was eternally grateful to the raven haired girl. She showed him a life outside of his family's business, and a world that he would have never known if it hadn't been for her.

If it wasn't for her, Quatre wouldn't have any street smarts. Something crucial in the rougher districts of the city where Chance spent most of her spare time.

Yes they were dangerous places, but also the most exciting if you knew what to look out for.

And after spending twelve years with the dark haired beauty, Quatre found out that he was a total adrenaline junkie.

Which led Chance to introduce him to the one thing in his life that he was passionate about, almost more than his music...

Motorcycle racing.

He loved the rush of the risk that was involved...

How the slightest movements separated you from the pavement, and a serious case of road rash...

And most of all, he loved the speed.

Now Chance had been involved with the free style courses, and the motocross tracks since she was old enough to ride a motorcycle, and over the years she has become an expert at it. She also had experiences in the regular oval tracks, so offered Quatre the opportunity to try it when he was fifteen. When he did, Chance was amazed at how well the blonde had taken to it. When they would sneak out at night, they would always go down to the track to practice, and he was a master of it after only a year.

The two of them made an incredible team. When the track held night practices, Quatre would blow the competition away with his speed and balance, while Chance would dominate the motocross track with her high jumps and insane death defying stunts. Their dream was that someday they would enter competitions together.....

Unfortunately, with the way their lives were so different, it seemed nearly impossible.

In the public's eyes, Quatre was only being charitable for a poor orphan girl with a rough life, when in truth, he loved and cared about her more than some of his own sisters.

And on the streets, Chance denied all association with the rich blonde boy.

Quatre knew this and understood. He knew that Chance was wanted by a lot of people. Some were police, others were gang members of some kind, and his association with her could be dangerous to both of them.

He was a weak link to her life, just as she was to his, but neither cared

Quatre didn't care about anything that happened in Chance's past, or what she did.

She was his best friend, and he would do anything for her.

She was certainly doing anything for him.

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The drive to the beach side estate had been long and boring. Much so that Quatre fell asleep in the limo at least three times. At the moment, Quatre was now about to doze off again when the limo came to a stop.

The driver looked over his shoulder at his passenger. "We have arrived, Master Quatre." he stated calmly.

The blonde looked at him with a dazed expression. "Huh? Oh! Right." Quatre opened the door, stepped out of the limo, and watched the butler already taking his bags inside the mansion.

The blonde sighed deeply, and followed the butler while silently praying that Chance had already gotten here safe.

The moment they walked into the mansion, Quatre's face lit up with a bright smile.

Standing in the middle of the main hall was Chance, an evil grin gracing her lips.

"'Bout time you got here. I've been waitin' for three hours." she greeted casually.

"Chance!" he laughed happily, and rushed forward to meet her. "I'm so glad that you were able to come!" Quatre exclaimed, and hugged her tightly. "But why are you out in the open? I thought you were going to sneak me out." he asked, worried that she might be in danger.

Chance chuckled lightly and tweaked his nose. "Nah, I'm fine. I explained our situation to the staff here, and they said that they would help us out. You're free for the month, and I'm gonna take you back to the city." she told him with a warm smile.

Quatre was happy beyond belief. "Alright! Let's go now!" he chirped eagerly.

"Woah! Slow down, Q! Grab your bag that has your street clothes in it, and change inta somethin' different. I can't bring you back into the city with that on." She pointed to his dress shirt and dress pants. "We'd be spotted right off. Don't worry, we have plenty of time. Now get going, I'll wait right here." Chance waved him on, smiling at his enthusiasm.

"Okay..." he mumbled as he walked over to one of his bags.

"Don't be like that. We'll get around to having fun soon enough." she laughed.

Quatre picked up one of the suitcases, then looked up and smiled at her. "I know. I'm just excited about everything. You sure we won't get caught?" he asked again, unable to let his nagging feeling die.

Chance nodded her black head. "Positive. Now get. If we leave in the next hour we'll be back at the orphanage by six." she instructed calmly.

"Kay... Chance? How are you going to keep me hidden for an entire month, but us still able to go out at the same time?" Quatre asked, having wondered the question several times before.

Her teal eyes glimmered slightly. "Hm... Let's just say that you are gonna be my new brother. That's all you need to know now. Go on, and leave all the planning to me." she insisted, her plan already in action.

The blonde nodded happily in acceptance, then he rushed off to change.

Chance watched him go, and smiled to herself. "Yes, Quatre... My brother... We're going to have a time that you will never forget.... I promise."

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TBC

I know this was short, but more will be explained later....

I hope. >_<

I hope you like how I do this.

All of the G-boys will pop up in the next chapter, only one minor twist.

What that is you'll just hafta wait to find out.

Later!!