Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Journey To Gundam ❯ The Truth of Quatre Winner ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Minerva Blue 
What is the real relationship between Trowa and Quatre? Charl attempts to find that out!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.12.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 984 | Visits: 172 | Status: Completed
What is the real relationship between Trowa and Quatre? Charl attempts to find that out!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.12.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 984 | Visits: 172 | Status: Completed
This little chapter deerves an introduction, cause it was so much fun to write <grins>. <suddenly pouts> But then I'd be giving it away...damn. Okay just read, it's a fairly short chapter anyway.
OOC: just to make a few things clear, I do not own Gundam Wing.
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Charl stared, dumbfounded. "Is this right?"
Odessa looked from her sheet, then back up. "Yep, this is it."
"You can't be serious, give me that." He snatched the paper from Odessa's hands and reviewed the address himself, then looked back up at the large mansion. "But..but..it's Pink."
"It's salmon actually."
The two jounalists turned around, looking at a boy with beautiful short blonde hair and lovely cherubic face (AN: Uhm, probably obvious I happen to think he's cute) "Uh..Odessa?"
Charl waved his hand and snapped his fingers in front of his partners face. Odessa still failed to blink, her face was frozen in an expression of pure delight, her eyes had grown to the size of baseballs, each possessing a distinct twinkle that could only be mistaken for love. Her mouth was gaping open and her tongue just, hung there, slightly off to the side of her mouth, hands clasped together in joy. Charl sighed. "Oh great, she's out."
The young boy blinked, staring at Odessa. "Is she alright?"
"Oh she'll be fine...Listen, Quatre Winner right?"
The boy nodded and Charl was still attempting to get Odessa to come to her senses as he continued. "Uh..well we were kind of hoping for an interview but Odessa here..she was supposed to.."
Quatre smiled. "It's alright, would you like to come in? We can, attend to your friend then."
Charl shrugged. "Just as well." He began to follow Quatre inside and grapped the still stupified Odessa by the shirt collar, knowing she would be upset late that he stretched out her Sailor Moon shirt some. "Come on love bird."
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"Are you sure this is necessary?"
Charl nodded to Quatre as he snapped a picture of him next to the still stuppified Odessa. "Oh Yea, yea. Mr Goodrich will actually love this one.."
"Weren't we supposed to be having an interview though?"
Charl nodded. "Well Odessa was really supposed to be giving it but..well I was hoping she'd come out of it by now. Hm...well I do remember her writing questions down before we arrived."
He zipped open th backpack, giving it a search before pulling out a small clipboard. "Whats your favorite color?"
"Blue..or pink...or.."
Charl shrugged. "Well its not really a relevent question anyway. How do you manage your hair?"
"Pardon?"
Charl grumbled. "Never mind, moving onto the next, oh here we are. If you and I were trapped on a desserted Island and...oh geez. " He flipped to the next page, and then the next. "Whats your favorite book?"
"Don Quixote."
"Really?"
"Kind of, actually the guy reminds me a lot of Duo."
"How so?"
"Well, they're both a little nuts."
Charl shrugged. "Ah, well, thats understandable." He skimmed the page further before skipping to the next. "Would you consider dating me?"
"What?"
Charl looked up. "Oh, sorry, was reading the question out loud."
He sighed, tossing the clipboard away. "Okay maybe if we just wing it..What made you decide to become a gundam pilot?"
"Oh, thats easy."
"Really, care to share?"
"Oh I already did. I wrote a book about it, see?" He handed a book to Charl, who took it, examining the cover. "Arabian Desert. Good title."
"Thanks, keep the book."
"Okay..what is your relationship with the other pilots?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you all close friends? Do you keep in touch a lot?"
"Oh. Yea we talk a lot."
"Really?"
"Well, all except for Heero...and Wufei doesn't really like people, he's kind of a hermit."
"Okay." Charl leaned forward. "I just, really have to ask you this..off the record."
"Yes?"
"Really..whats the relationship with you and Trowa? I mean really. You two just seem really close."
Quatre blinked. "How do you mean?"
"You know how I mean. I mean come on. Are you..?"
"Am I..what? I don't get it."
Charl looked up over Quatre's shoulder as the boy with very long bangs walked down the hall into the kitchen. Wearing only a blue robe and slippers he opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of orange juice. Quatre followed his gaze and smiled, waving over the young man. "Hey Trowa!"
Trowa walked over, putting one hand in the pocket of his robe as he sipped his orange juice.
"Trowa this is Charl and his partner Odessa. They're doing an interview on us."
Trow looked at Charl, then over at Odessa, who was still locked in her stupified expression. Slowly he pulled his hand out of his pocket and gave a small wave, then set his empty glass down, turned around, and walked back down the hall.
Charl stared for a few moments then turned back to Quatre. "Did you two...are you two..?"
"Yes."
Charl nearly choked. "You mean you are?"
Quatre nodded. "Yes, we're sewing a quilt."
Charl groaned.
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"I can't believe you didn't wake me!"
Charl sighed. "Odessa we've been through this. I tried, you were out cold..well not so much cold as you were stunned. I mean, how is it possible for someone to be stuck that way for so long?"
"At least tell me you got the interview."
Charl nodded, holding up the tape to show before he popped it into the VCR. Instantly the image of Quatre Winner flashed onto the screen.
Charl looked at his partner. "Uh...Odessa?"
Odessa was sitting on the couch, frozen, mouth gaping wide open as her eyes were fixed on the screen and the image of Quatre. Charl slapped his hand on his face and dragged it down.
Unbelievable.
OOC: just to make a few things clear, I do not own Gundam Wing.
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Charl stared, dumbfounded. "Is this right?"
Odessa looked from her sheet, then back up. "Yep, this is it."
"You can't be serious, give me that." He snatched the paper from Odessa's hands and reviewed the address himself, then looked back up at the large mansion. "But..but..it's Pink."
"It's salmon actually."
The two jounalists turned around, looking at a boy with beautiful short blonde hair and lovely cherubic face (AN: Uhm, probably obvious I happen to think he's cute) "Uh..Odessa?"
Charl waved his hand and snapped his fingers in front of his partners face. Odessa still failed to blink, her face was frozen in an expression of pure delight, her eyes had grown to the size of baseballs, each possessing a distinct twinkle that could only be mistaken for love. Her mouth was gaping open and her tongue just, hung there, slightly off to the side of her mouth, hands clasped together in joy. Charl sighed. "Oh great, she's out."
The young boy blinked, staring at Odessa. "Is she alright?"
"Oh she'll be fine...Listen, Quatre Winner right?"
The boy nodded and Charl was still attempting to get Odessa to come to her senses as he continued. "Uh..well we were kind of hoping for an interview but Odessa here..she was supposed to.."
Quatre smiled. "It's alright, would you like to come in? We can, attend to your friend then."
Charl shrugged. "Just as well." He began to follow Quatre inside and grapped the still stupified Odessa by the shirt collar, knowing she would be upset late that he stretched out her Sailor Moon shirt some. "Come on love bird."
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"Are you sure this is necessary?"
Charl nodded to Quatre as he snapped a picture of him next to the still stuppified Odessa. "Oh Yea, yea. Mr Goodrich will actually love this one.."
"Weren't we supposed to be having an interview though?"
Charl nodded. "Well Odessa was really supposed to be giving it but..well I was hoping she'd come out of it by now. Hm...well I do remember her writing questions down before we arrived."
He zipped open th backpack, giving it a search before pulling out a small clipboard. "Whats your favorite color?"
"Blue..or pink...or.."
Charl shrugged. "Well its not really a relevent question anyway. How do you manage your hair?"
"Pardon?"
Charl grumbled. "Never mind, moving onto the next, oh here we are. If you and I were trapped on a desserted Island and...oh geez. " He flipped to the next page, and then the next. "Whats your favorite book?"
"Don Quixote."
"Really?"
"Kind of, actually the guy reminds me a lot of Duo."
"How so?"
"Well, they're both a little nuts."
Charl shrugged. "Ah, well, thats understandable." He skimmed the page further before skipping to the next. "Would you consider dating me?"
"What?"
Charl looked up. "Oh, sorry, was reading the question out loud."
He sighed, tossing the clipboard away. "Okay maybe if we just wing it..What made you decide to become a gundam pilot?"
"Oh, thats easy."
"Really, care to share?"
"Oh I already did. I wrote a book about it, see?" He handed a book to Charl, who took it, examining the cover. "Arabian Desert. Good title."
"Thanks, keep the book."
"Okay..what is your relationship with the other pilots?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you all close friends? Do you keep in touch a lot?"
"Oh. Yea we talk a lot."
"Really?"
"Well, all except for Heero...and Wufei doesn't really like people, he's kind of a hermit."
"Okay." Charl leaned forward. "I just, really have to ask you this..off the record."
"Yes?"
"Really..whats the relationship with you and Trowa? I mean really. You two just seem really close."
Quatre blinked. "How do you mean?"
"You know how I mean. I mean come on. Are you..?"
"Am I..what? I don't get it."
Charl looked up over Quatre's shoulder as the boy with very long bangs walked down the hall into the kitchen. Wearing only a blue robe and slippers he opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of orange juice. Quatre followed his gaze and smiled, waving over the young man. "Hey Trowa!"
Trowa walked over, putting one hand in the pocket of his robe as he sipped his orange juice.
"Trowa this is Charl and his partner Odessa. They're doing an interview on us."
Trow looked at Charl, then over at Odessa, who was still locked in her stupified expression. Slowly he pulled his hand out of his pocket and gave a small wave, then set his empty glass down, turned around, and walked back down the hall.
Charl stared for a few moments then turned back to Quatre. "Did you two...are you two..?"
"Yes."
Charl nearly choked. "You mean you are?"
Quatre nodded. "Yes, we're sewing a quilt."
Charl groaned.
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"I can't believe you didn't wake me!"
Charl sighed. "Odessa we've been through this. I tried, you were out cold..well not so much cold as you were stunned. I mean, how is it possible for someone to be stuck that way for so long?"
"At least tell me you got the interview."
Charl nodded, holding up the tape to show before he popped it into the VCR. Instantly the image of Quatre Winner flashed onto the screen.
Charl looked at his partner. "Uh...Odessa?"
Odessa was sitting on the couch, frozen, mouth gaping wide open as her eyes were fixed on the screen and the image of Quatre. Charl slapped his hand on his face and dragged it down.
Unbelievable.