Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Family Ties

By

Weissangel24

11/02/03

Warning: This fic contains violence, mild language, light Ooc and Shounen-ai. If such things bother you either don't read it or keep your comments to yourself.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. This fic was written for the enjoyment of crazed fans such as myself. I'm not getting rich off of this, (Though it would be nice. . . ::wistful sigh::.) So please don't sue me. I have no money, I'm completely broke!

Comments and Criticisms are welcomed, but please don't be nasty about them.

I am the self-nominated Queen of Sap

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Timeline: AU a few months after Endless Waltz. The Gundams were not destroyed and the engineers are still alive. Everything else occurred according to the series.

Arigato

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Weissangel24

Author's note: This hasn't been beta'd yet, so if you find any mistakes, please let me know, and I'll fix them.

Arigato

Prologue

A.C. 182, Winner Estate on L4

Two children laughed happily as the warm summer breeze teased their hair and tickled their pale skin. Each had hair of platinum gold, each had the eyes of the purest blue that seemed to light up as they played. It was a beautiful day to spend in the estate's large gardens, and each was content to do so.

The little girl spun around, causing her skirts to puff up, "Look, baby brother. . ." She cooed to the toddler beside her, "The flowers dance for you!" And to her brother's amazement and pure joy, she reached out with her mind and lifted the blossoms to encircle him. He cooed and giggled as he reached for them.

"Isis!" a sharp voice interrupted, startling the girl and causing her to lose her concentration. The flowers fell to the ground, a few of which pelted the toddler who started to cry.

"Iria. . ." She whispered, bowing slightly with respect.

"What have you been told about your powers?" The irritated older sister scolded as she scooped up the crying boy.

"That I can't use them because father will be cross." The child repeated in a dull monotone. "But I wasn't hurting anyone! And Quatre likes it!" She smiled at the quieted tot.

Iria frowned at her youngest sister, "Quatre is only two years old! He doesn't know any better! You are four, and do."

"Yes, Iria. . ." the girl pouted.

The seventeen-year-old sighed, "Nana wanted me to bring you two in for lunch." She said.

"I'm not hungry." She crossed her arms and stomped her foot in defiance.

"Then you can go with out." Iria retorted sharply. The toddler in her arms started to cry again. "Ssshshshsh. . ." she tried to comfort, "I'm sorry, Quatre. . . I'm sorry. . ."

"It's not fair!" Isis whined, "He gets to use his power and he doesn't even get yelled at!"

"Quatre's too young to control his power, and besides, it's not even one that can hurt others." She smiled at the boy. He was reaching with his tiny fingers to touch her face and grasp her auburn curls. "If anything, it will make him into a kinder person."

"And what about meeee?" The little girl begged, hanging on her older sister's arm.

"Let go, runt." Iria snapped, causing Quatre to cry again, but also succeeded in bringing tears to her youngest sister as well. "You can be very dangerous with your power! As it is, you hit Quatre when I caught you!"

"But that's cause you scareded me!"

Iria's blue eyes darkened, and Quatre began to scream, "You're pushing my patience!" The eldest sister yelled, "Now, I'm not going to discuss this further! You're lucky I don't report you to father! AUGH! Why am I even arguing with you? You're not worth it!"

Isis' lower lip quivered as tears fell down her face. "I am too worth it . . ." she whimpered, "Mama tol' me so . . ."

"Yeah, but Mama's not here anymore is she?" Iria sneered hatefully, before turning on her heal and storming into the large house. She was muttering under her breath, "Damn New-types. . ."

Isis glared at her sister's retreating back.

She was angry.

Quatre's cry became louder.

She was furious.

The rocks around her began to hover.

Quatre was near hysterics.

"I HATE YOU, IRIA!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

The rocks went flying, bombarding the teenager. Iria clutched her brother to her chest, trying to protect him, while warding off the attack. "CUT IT OUT YOU LITTLE MONSTER!!!" She screamed back.

"I HATE YOU!!!!" Isis screamed again, her blonde locks raising from the back of her neck, as potted plants began to hover and then went flying towards the Eldest sibling. "I. Hate. YOU!"

Iria's eyes widened in horror as a pot came straight for her head. In a last minute attempt to protect her brother, she threw him into a flowerbed, just as she was hit from behind, and she lost consciousness.

Isis became frightened when she saw her sister fall, but she couldn't stop the growing power in her head. . . And Quatre. . . he was still crying. . . but she couldn't stop. . . The potted plant flew towards the toddler. . .

"ISIS!" A cold, furious voice bellowed, startling the child.

The pot dropped.

Isis fainted.

Quatre continued to cry, even as the strong arms of his father wrapped around him, picking him up. "NANA!" Mr. Winner commanded, as he knelt by his eldest daughter. "Call an ambulance!"

A.C. 198, Preventor Safehouse on Earth

The blonde boy inhaled slightly, grabbing at the sides of his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, as the images flooded his memory with such force, is made him nauseous. Then, all at once, his mind cleared, the images ebbing.

Slowly his opened his eyes again, and found himself staring into an emerald one. Waves of concern washed over him, not only from the owner of the banged covered green eyes, but from friends that were not in his line of sight.

"Quatre?" The banged boy asked.

The blonde tried to smile, "I'm sorry, guess I wasn't paying attention . . ."

"Yeah, I'll say!" A loud voice exclaimed. "We've been trying to get your attention for the last twenty minutes!"

"NANI!?" The boy gasped, looking from his braided friend to the banged one who knelt in front of him, "Trowa, is that true?"

"Yes." The banged boy answered, reaching up and pushing away the blonde's bangs.

"How. . . I mean. . . really?" Quatre seemed to be very upset.

"Hey, it's okay, Quat!" The braided boy calmed, "It happens to me all the time!"

"But, Duo, that's because it is you. . ." The blonde frowned. "But. . ."

"Do you need to lie down?" Trowa whispered.

"Iie. . ." Quatre shook his head, "I'm alright, I just can't. . ."

"Maybe you should see, Sally?" a Chinese boy suggested.

"Iie, Wu Fei, I'm fine. . . really. . . I just. . . I was daydreaming. . . that's all. . ."

"If it happens again. . ." Hiiro said in a warning tone from the edge of the room.

"I'm sure it won't." Quatre said, standing. "I'm getting some tea, would anyone like anything?"

"I'll take a cup of cocoa. . ." Duo shouted.

The blonde smiled gently and nodded, disappearing into the kitchen.

Once he was gone, Hiiro, Duo and Wu Fei all turned their gazes to Trowa, who was fixated on the spot in which Quatre had previously occupied.

"Uh. . . Tro?" Duo prompted.

"It's not the first time." He answered the unasked questions, "And I'm sure it won't be the last. . . but it has never been this bad before. . ."

"Do you know what it is?" Hiiro asked.

The banged boy shook his head slowly, "I just know it's something that started after he used Wing Zero."

"A side effect?" Hiiro asked, ignoring Duo's exaggerated shudder of horror.

"Perhaps."

"Hn."

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In the kitchen, Quatre leaned against the counter, while waiting for the kettle to whistle. He ran his hands through his bangs, "Oh, Allah. . ." He whispered, "Not again, please, not again. . ."

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To be continued. . .

Author's notes: So what do you think? Please let me know. I've been toying around with this idea for a while and thought that maybe it's the break I needed from "Burnout".

For those who are awaiting the next chapter of "Burnout" It is on the way. . . honest, I've just got the worst case of writer's block! MY muses have left me! ::sobs::

Anyway. . . I am working on that and it will be out soon, as will the next chapters of "All Hell" and "Old Friends".

Just please don't form any angry mobs until then. . .

::looks around nervously::.

Also, my beta is unable to beta for me any longer. So if anyone is interested, please email me at weissangel24@yahoo.com (yeah, ::sweatdrops:: my email changed again) and let me know.

Arigato,

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Weissangel24