Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Mystery Case One ❯ Miss Dorothy ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I don't own GW (wish I did), or a manga of Tenchi Muyo!! Ooh, the sadness!

Pairings: 1+2, 3+4, 5+??

Warnings: Creepy Dorothy, need I say more? Oh, and sarcastic comments, a few cuss words, and shounen ai. Enjoy!! Oh, and anyone who likes Dorothy, or gets offended by anything I write, sorry, but this fic is supposed to be -funny- not serious. So get over it.

Mystery Case One Chapter 3: Miss Dorothy

Arriving shortly after the forest incident, the boys continued their journey by walking several, repeat several, stairs to the front door of the Catalonia household. When they finally made it there, all but Heero were too exhausted to knock on the door. He did so, being the type to work out, and taking note that Duo looked really good with his cheeks flushed.

The door opened, making an old, creeking noise, and one single butler looked at all of them. He had a look of superiority, and seemed to think of them as rubbish, compared to himself and the one he worked for. Either way he had to ask, "Mystery Inc.?"

"Yes," Heero answered, and could tell he wouldn't like this guy.

"Ah good. I am Woodlock, the butler to Miss Dorothy. Pleaes come in," he then said, stepping aside and allowing them to walk in. They did so, but not without Quatre whistling to the Maganacs to bring and drop off their luggage. Duo thought they would take forever to get there, but surprisingly, it only took Rashid and his crew a minute to arrive. They immediately left after doing their duty, and decided to keep watch of the car.

"Maybe we should keep them around. They are handy," the braded boy then stated, picking up his things. The blonde nodded, and then everyone waited for Woodlock to speak again, but found him to be gone. Glaring, Duo said sarcastically, "Is it just me, or does every mansion always have to have a butler that always appears suddenly, then leaves just as suddenly?"

"May I present, Miss Dorothy Catalonia," the butler then stated, appearing suddenly, surprising not just the American. What they saw shocked them, and not in a pleasant way.

Dorothy was as pale as a ghost, which is how pale Quatre is, but at least he looked cute. Then she had long platinum blonde hair, that went past her waist. Her eyes were very enchanting, but the eyebrows killed their beauty. In fact, they had caught most of the attention from the boys. She bowed her head slightly in recognition of them, then said, "Welcome to my home! I hope you find it very comfortable, and enjoy your stay here."

"Thank you for allowing us to stay Miss Dorothy," the Arabian stated first. Being used to other weird looking rich people. It was then the forked-brow girl gasped, and questioned, "Quatre, is that you?"

"Yes, it is," the blonde answered, now being stared at by the others. But only Duo had the guts to ask, "Wait, how do you two know each other?"

"Oh, you do not know? I'm surprised he didn't tell you on the way over here. In that case, I do not think it is your business to know. Please, let me show you to your rooms, then perhaps at dinner, if Quatre wouldn't mind, we could answer your question," the blonde woman stated politely. The blonde then blushed, as he was given a questioning look from all of his comrades.

Thankfully, they were given rooms next to one another. Each room had a queen sized bed, medium sized closet, large window, cabinets, desks, and adjoining doors to each other's rooms. They were given at least a few minutes to unpack, and prepare for dinner. When each left their room, Woodlock escorted them to the dining room.

When everyone was there, and seated, the butler left them, and went to prepare the food. This left Dorothy and her guests in an uncomfortable silence, but not for long.

"So, how do you and Quatre know one another," Duo asked again. Not caring if it was rude or not. Looking to the blonde boy, the forked-brow girl waited until she saw his reluctant nod, before answering with, "We used to play with one another as children. Then one day, our parents declared we were engaged. Of course, after a few months, we convinced our parents to take back this statement, and our engagement ended."

All color drained from the other's faces, especially Trowa's. They were once engaged!?! It made sense, but at the same time not. None of them, the Latin boy especially, could imagine Quatre marrying her.

"Whoa, that was unexpected," Duo said first, and Wufei slowly nodded after him. Dorothy merely shrugged, and drank some of her tea. The rest of dinner was done under uncomfortable silence. Afterward, the American decided to pack it in for the night, as well as Quatre and Wufei, but the other two boys wanted to explore around a little bit further.

"Unusual how she only has one servent," Trowa said calmly.

"Yeah," Heero responded. The both of them were walking around a different hallway away from their bedrooms, and so far hadn't discovered anything that would help them. They tapped on some of the walls and tables, then they pulled, lifted, and pushed books, pots, and chairs. Only to find no trap doors. It wasn't until they spotted a certain painting did they stop their search. It was a picture of a young Dorothy, Quatre, Relena, Zechs, and another man they had yet to meet.

"Even then she had forked brows," the Latin boy said smirking. Her eyebrows were very funny when you thought about it.

"Quatre looks girly," the Japanese boy pointed out, smirking when he found the other glaring at him slightly. He smirked more and said, "He does."

"Maybe. Hey that's...Relena, isn't it? Looks like her and Dorothy were close," Trowa stated, indicating the tight embrace she was receiving from the forked-brow girl. Looking more closely, the green-eyed boy then said, "No. It looks more like she's repulsed by her. You think she really did it? That she kidnapped Zechs's little sister?"

"We can't jump to conclusions yet. This is just one picture, and a picture can mean a thousand things." It was then they heard someone clearing their throat, and the both of them found it to be Woodlock.

"Don't you gentlemen need sleep," he asked, in a rude tone. Ignoring him, Heero then said, "Lets go to bed. We'll continue our investigation tomorrow."

Nodding, Trowa followed the other boy, as they both left to their rooms, but not without keeping an eye out for the butler. Speaking of which, he had turned back around, and headed to his mistress's bedroom.

"So? Did they find anything," she asked as soon as he entered.

"Nothing, just that picture of yours in the hallway," he answered.

"I see. Well, lets hope they don't find anything then," Dorothy then stated, turning off her light, and deciding to sleep. Turning her light back on, however, she then asked, "Woodlock, you fed her right?"

"Yes, ma'am. I fed her two servings." And with that, he left the room to go into his own.

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I tried to make this longer, but just couldn't. Anyway, hope you guys are enjoying this so far. Next chapter coming up.