Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Denied of Her Destiny ❯ Denied of Her Destiny ( Prologue )

Denied Her Destiny

Kat Warrior

Dorothy stood politely in front on the office, waiting while Rasid announced her arrive to "Master Quatre".

Hope was in her eerie sapphire eyes as she stood their waiting. As strange as it may have sounded, she had developed an odd fondness for the pacifist blonde Arabian. It had been small at first, but had grown into a desperate need to see him again. How she had hated him before! But after her battle with him, after the defeat of Dekim, she was drawn back to him. What was that he had said to her? Hadn't he commented on her being a… kind person? She dearly hoped that the attraction to him was mutual.

Rasid stepped out of the office, a monolithic statue of a man, and looked down at her, hiding whatever feelings he might have about her visiting Quatre.

"He will see you Miss Dorothy," the tall man informed her, also holding the door open for her.

She thanked him and walked into the room, her knees weakening at the sight of the fair boy standing over his desk, looking at her with a friendly smile. Was it just friendly, or did he have more behind it? She could only hope…

***

Quatre sighed as Dorothy entered. She was indeed, a kind and lovely person, but did she have to try and be so… revealing? She was wearing her prized black dress, which showed a great deal of her upper-body. But he was going to be polite anyway, as it was the inner-person that was truly important.

"How may I help you, Miss Dorothy?" he asked courteously.

"I came to ask a Question, Master Quatre," she began, looking all the while into his delicate, blue eyes. Such innocent eyes… so perfected. "I must know, what do you think of me? Have you tossed and turned sleeplessly at night, not even tired, thinking of me, as I have of you?" She was drawing nearer to him, her haunting eyes stabbing at his heart, "I so long for you Quatre Winner!" She came out and admitted it, placing her thin, gloved hands on his shoulders. She was being mostly honest, though to her, "long" wasn't a strong enough term.

***

Quatre had become nervous when Dorothy had started to advance towards him. He knew what she was getting at, but he also knew that his feelings were not the same, and never could be. He tried not to cringe as the scar from the severe injury she had given him throbbed almost instinctively.

What really through the young Winner off was when she placed her hands on his shoulders, and looked further into his eyes. What was he going to tell her?

"Dorothy," Quatre started by using her name, "I have tossed and turned at night, but over different matters. The war still lays heavily on me. The things I did… I worried about you, Dorothy, I've worried what would become of you, and everyone else who I consider a friend." He managed to look back into her eyes, his own being rather apologetic. "I'm sorry," he sighed, "But I have no room in my heart for romance. The love and support of brothers and sisters is all I really want. I… I can't… I have no heart for such… intimacy…"

Disappointment was written across Dorothy's face, and showed quite plainly in her ghostly eyes. She lowered her head, her disenchantment consuming her. So, he didn't love her. Not how she had wanted, not how she had pursued.

"So, you can't give me that..?" she asked, looking up at him again.

"I'm sorry, Miss Dorothy," he sighed, "But a friendship is all I have to offer. My only true love was Sandrock, my dear Sandrock. I really am sorry…"

"Then I shall be leaving," Dorothy replied dejectedly, as she turned and headed out the door. She was suffering from an unrequited lust, not love.