Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Porcelain Doll ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Rinoa_Angelwings 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 400 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 400 | Status: Work In Progress
Dirty, he felt so dirty...
Quatre was squated down in a alleyway. The cool air made him shiver. He breathed out in rhythym, the cold causing a light mist to form in the air. His face was pale and his form was small and slight, like a porcelain doll, but was not very visable in the darkness of the night.
He pulled his long coat around his body more, trying to keep the cold from his chilled body. His body was almost like a statue; cold and lifeless.
Quatre thumbed the money in which he stared at with a frown. He then shoved it into his pocket and slumped down against the wall of the building behind him. It was still cold no matter what he did.
He turned his head slightly and watched the passing vehicles and let out a sigh.
He still remembered how he ended up in this situation. He was quite rebelious against homeand school rules. So in the end he ran away to the city and hopeing to find a bright future. But that was the last thing he found. Since he dropped out from school awhile before he left he didn't have much of a career choice. Things were very limited to him. So he had been forced to sell his body to other men for money.
He regreted the choice he made, but it can not be helped now. Quatre always dreamed of graduating with friends, going to college, falling in love and enjoying life to the fullest.
Quatre rubbed his nose slightly and then lay his head down onto his knees, as he pulled them to his chest. The world seemed so different from this view. Painful, lonely, and sad. He felt warm tears pour down his cold redish cheeksand let out a small sob.
He blamed himself. He was the one who left, but people do make mistakes, some more severe than others. He wanted to just throw the money from his pocket, but the urge faded and he kept it stored saftely away.
The night soon faded and morning came. The morning air was moist and damp. The sun was out and warmed the small body which was asleep in the alleyway.The morning traffic was slight and the people on the streets were few, but they would soon become more crowded.
Quatre opened his eyes slowly. His entire body hurt. Yet the chill in the air had become more warm. He yawned and pulled himself up, and stretched. He rubbed the back of his neck which was sore from the uncomfortable sleeping position.
He walked out of the alley way and onto the sidewalk of the street. He scanned the area. He was rather hungry and decided to go to the cafe. He walked down the street and saw a little girl and her mother. They looked to be homeless too... He noticed the mother was talking with another and the small girl was close to tears. Quatre knelt down beside the little girl and smiled a bit."Hello, are you ok?" he sniffled and shook her head."What's wrong?"
"I'm hungry..." The little girl replied.
Quatre frowned."Did you tell your mother?"
"Yes, but mommy says she does't have any money..."
Quatre bit his lip and looked up at the little girls mother which finished talking with someone and turned to her daughter and jumped back in surprise as she saw Quatre there."Oh... who...are you?" She asked feeling a slight un easyness.
"Um... I'm sorry for being nosey...but... your daughter said she was hungry... and she says you have no money..."
The woman looked at Quatre and stayed quiet for a moment, then spoke."...Yes..." she muttered."I lost my job and my husband kicked me out from my house, well...all I have left is my beautiful daughter which I can give nothing to her.."
Quatre stuck his hands into his coat pocket and felt the foughness of the money. He then took it out and held it out to the woman."Here." He smiled at them both."You need it more than me."
"B-but, I can't, it's yours! I couldn't take it!" She pushed his hand away, but Quatre insisted and took her hand and placed the moeny in it."....Thank ...you." She bit her lip and smiled at her daughter.
Quatre smiled."Well, I have got to go now. Good luck." With that Quatre turned and began to walk down the street hands still buried into his jacket pockets. He took whatever he had left for moeny out of his jacket pocket which was only enough for a coffee. At least he'd warm himself up a bit.
He found himself venturing into the cafe, which was practicly empty. Well, it would be packed later on. He usually came in here in the morning's either to eat a little something or just to sit and think and enjoy the company and chit-chat with the random workers.
He made his way over to his usually seat in the corner and watched as a young girl with wavey brown hair dressed up in a white and blue waitress outfi walked up to him."Good morning Quatre, what would you like this morning?" She smiled and leaned her elbows on the table and held a small note pad in one hand, a pen in the other.
"A cup of coffee is fine."
She nodded and smiled, then turned and walked back to the counter. She got his coffee and came back, then handed him the coffee."Here you go!"
"Thank you." Quatre picked up the warm steaming cup of coffee carefully and sipped on it slowly."How are you toay, Catherine?" He asked the young waitress.
"Oh! Doing great!" She bent down and leaned her arms on the table again. She smiled then tilted her head slightly, her wavey hair shimmering from the sunlight that entered through the window."How about you?"
She didn't know much about the teenage boy but got to know him a little during the past week, as he came in every day around the same time.
"Pretty good." Quatre more less lied. He didn't want anyone to know about what he was going through right now so he moreless just made up or pretended lots of things.
"That's good!" Just then a tall boy, looked to be a bit older than Quatre walked in. He had similar color hair to Caterine, yet his was cut short up the back and bangs that hung gracefully over one of his green eyes. Catherine looked over and smiled widely."Trowa! You're back!" She rushed over to the boy for a hug.
Trowa smiled."Yeah, my flight came in early, so I figured I'd surprise you." He sat his suitcase down on the floor and took a seat at one of the tables.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're back! When is it that you have to go abck to University though?" She asked taking the seat across from him.
"In afew days. I was given about a week off of classes, I won't be here very long.."Trowa then snuck a glance at the blonde boy in the corner but quickly returned his glance back to Catherine.
"Oh, it's just good to see you! I missed you so much little brother, so how is everything? Classes going good?"
"Classes are great, it's just very hectic sometimes and I get very busy and involved in my work. Anyways... how's things at home?"
"Oh, really nice, it's hard because it's so quiet without you there, so I decided to adopt a cat for company." She smiled and laughed slightly.
"Ha... sis, no dates or anything?" He leaned back in his chair and rose an eyebrow.
She sighed."I don't think that's any of your business."
Suddenly a young waitress walked over to them."Cathy, we need you to stay an extra shift tonight, also we need you in the kitchen right away."
Catherine nodded."Yes, just a moment." She looked at Trowa."Well talk to you later tonight." Trowa nodded and Catherine got up and rushed off to the kitchen with the other waitress.
Trowa then stared at the boy in the corner and decided to walk over to him. The boy looked so sad to Trowa and he just couldn't help but go over and talk with him."...Excuse me?"
Quatre looked up slightly."Yes?" He asked with a plain, dull sound in his voice.
"...Are you busy?" Trowa questioned looking the boy over carefully.
"...Not really..."
"My name is Trowa."
"I'm Quatre..."
"...Hey...do you want to come back to my place with me?"
Quatre was silent for awhile. He took a sip of his coffee."Sure..." He muttered.
Why not...? What else had he got left to lose. He finished the rest of his coffee and stood up. He knew what he Trowa wanted from him. He knew clearly... Besides it was money. Just...money.
* * *
The house was so clean. Neatly made and organized. The furniture looked like no one even sat on it or used it at all. The floors were spotless. It was beautiful. It reminded Quatre alot of his own house.
Trowa clicked the light switch and the brightness of the light poured into the room. Trowa shuffled across the floor and dropped his suitcase down on the kitchen table and pulled his shoes off. He then took his jacket off and hung it neatly on the coat rack. He turned to Quatre."You can come in you know..." He looked back at the boy which stood silently in the doorway.
Quatre nodded and pulled his boots off and jacket and hung it on the coat rack also. He then turned to see that Trowa made his way to the living room. Quatre stared with a serious face and followed."So..." He muttered, then began to pull his shirt off of his body and walked closer to Trowa.
Trowa turned to look at the boy and blinked a bit shocked."Hey, what are you doing?"Trowa asked stopping him from removing his clothing."When I asked you to come with me I never ment this!"
"I see... Then I guess I'll have to take my business elsewhere."Quatre turned to pur his boots and jackets back on.
"Hey!" Trowa grabbed ahold of Quatre's arm."You don't have to leave. I don't understand, why are you saying this?"
Quatre turned to him with a flat expression."Don't you get it? I'm a prostitute."
Trowa stared hard at the blonde boy infront if him. "You...?" Trowa backed slightly away from him."I think you should leave then."
"Alright."Quatre pulled his black boots back on and grabbed his jacket from the hanger and put it on. He turned to Trowa once more."Thank you anyway." He then left the house, into the coldness of the late afternoon air, and walked off to the road and back to the city. He stopped as he reached the end of the street and looked back to see the rooftop of Trowa's house and frowned."I don't belong anyways."
He then leaned against the street light post and sighed scanning the area for his next customer...
Quatre was squated down in a alleyway. The cool air made him shiver. He breathed out in rhythym, the cold causing a light mist to form in the air. His face was pale and his form was small and slight, like a porcelain doll, but was not very visable in the darkness of the night.
He pulled his long coat around his body more, trying to keep the cold from his chilled body. His body was almost like a statue; cold and lifeless.
Quatre thumbed the money in which he stared at with a frown. He then shoved it into his pocket and slumped down against the wall of the building behind him. It was still cold no matter what he did.
He turned his head slightly and watched the passing vehicles and let out a sigh.
He still remembered how he ended up in this situation. He was quite rebelious against homeand school rules. So in the end he ran away to the city and hopeing to find a bright future. But that was the last thing he found. Since he dropped out from school awhile before he left he didn't have much of a career choice. Things were very limited to him. So he had been forced to sell his body to other men for money.
He regreted the choice he made, but it can not be helped now. Quatre always dreamed of graduating with friends, going to college, falling in love and enjoying life to the fullest.
Quatre rubbed his nose slightly and then lay his head down onto his knees, as he pulled them to his chest. The world seemed so different from this view. Painful, lonely, and sad. He felt warm tears pour down his cold redish cheeksand let out a small sob.
He blamed himself. He was the one who left, but people do make mistakes, some more severe than others. He wanted to just throw the money from his pocket, but the urge faded and he kept it stored saftely away.
The night soon faded and morning came. The morning air was moist and damp. The sun was out and warmed the small body which was asleep in the alleyway.The morning traffic was slight and the people on the streets were few, but they would soon become more crowded.
Quatre opened his eyes slowly. His entire body hurt. Yet the chill in the air had become more warm. He yawned and pulled himself up, and stretched. He rubbed the back of his neck which was sore from the uncomfortable sleeping position.
He walked out of the alley way and onto the sidewalk of the street. He scanned the area. He was rather hungry and decided to go to the cafe. He walked down the street and saw a little girl and her mother. They looked to be homeless too... He noticed the mother was talking with another and the small girl was close to tears. Quatre knelt down beside the little girl and smiled a bit."Hello, are you ok?" he sniffled and shook her head."What's wrong?"
"I'm hungry..." The little girl replied.
Quatre frowned."Did you tell your mother?"
"Yes, but mommy says she does't have any money..."
Quatre bit his lip and looked up at the little girls mother which finished talking with someone and turned to her daughter and jumped back in surprise as she saw Quatre there."Oh... who...are you?" She asked feeling a slight un easyness.
"Um... I'm sorry for being nosey...but... your daughter said she was hungry... and she says you have no money..."
The woman looked at Quatre and stayed quiet for a moment, then spoke."...Yes..." she muttered."I lost my job and my husband kicked me out from my house, well...all I have left is my beautiful daughter which I can give nothing to her.."
Quatre stuck his hands into his coat pocket and felt the foughness of the money. He then took it out and held it out to the woman."Here." He smiled at them both."You need it more than me."
"B-but, I can't, it's yours! I couldn't take it!" She pushed his hand away, but Quatre insisted and took her hand and placed the moeny in it."....Thank ...you." She bit her lip and smiled at her daughter.
Quatre smiled."Well, I have got to go now. Good luck." With that Quatre turned and began to walk down the street hands still buried into his jacket pockets. He took whatever he had left for moeny out of his jacket pocket which was only enough for a coffee. At least he'd warm himself up a bit.
He found himself venturing into the cafe, which was practicly empty. Well, it would be packed later on. He usually came in here in the morning's either to eat a little something or just to sit and think and enjoy the company and chit-chat with the random workers.
He made his way over to his usually seat in the corner and watched as a young girl with wavey brown hair dressed up in a white and blue waitress outfi walked up to him."Good morning Quatre, what would you like this morning?" She smiled and leaned her elbows on the table and held a small note pad in one hand, a pen in the other.
"A cup of coffee is fine."
She nodded and smiled, then turned and walked back to the counter. She got his coffee and came back, then handed him the coffee."Here you go!"
"Thank you." Quatre picked up the warm steaming cup of coffee carefully and sipped on it slowly."How are you toay, Catherine?" He asked the young waitress.
"Oh! Doing great!" She bent down and leaned her arms on the table again. She smiled then tilted her head slightly, her wavey hair shimmering from the sunlight that entered through the window."How about you?"
She didn't know much about the teenage boy but got to know him a little during the past week, as he came in every day around the same time.
"Pretty good." Quatre more less lied. He didn't want anyone to know about what he was going through right now so he moreless just made up or pretended lots of things.
"That's good!" Just then a tall boy, looked to be a bit older than Quatre walked in. He had similar color hair to Caterine, yet his was cut short up the back and bangs that hung gracefully over one of his green eyes. Catherine looked over and smiled widely."Trowa! You're back!" She rushed over to the boy for a hug.
Trowa smiled."Yeah, my flight came in early, so I figured I'd surprise you." He sat his suitcase down on the floor and took a seat at one of the tables.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're back! When is it that you have to go abck to University though?" She asked taking the seat across from him.
"In afew days. I was given about a week off of classes, I won't be here very long.."Trowa then snuck a glance at the blonde boy in the corner but quickly returned his glance back to Catherine.
"Oh, it's just good to see you! I missed you so much little brother, so how is everything? Classes going good?"
"Classes are great, it's just very hectic sometimes and I get very busy and involved in my work. Anyways... how's things at home?"
"Oh, really nice, it's hard because it's so quiet without you there, so I decided to adopt a cat for company." She smiled and laughed slightly.
"Ha... sis, no dates or anything?" He leaned back in his chair and rose an eyebrow.
She sighed."I don't think that's any of your business."
Suddenly a young waitress walked over to them."Cathy, we need you to stay an extra shift tonight, also we need you in the kitchen right away."
Catherine nodded."Yes, just a moment." She looked at Trowa."Well talk to you later tonight." Trowa nodded and Catherine got up and rushed off to the kitchen with the other waitress.
Trowa then stared at the boy in the corner and decided to walk over to him. The boy looked so sad to Trowa and he just couldn't help but go over and talk with him."...Excuse me?"
Quatre looked up slightly."Yes?" He asked with a plain, dull sound in his voice.
"...Are you busy?" Trowa questioned looking the boy over carefully.
"...Not really..."
"My name is Trowa."
"I'm Quatre..."
"...Hey...do you want to come back to my place with me?"
Quatre was silent for awhile. He took a sip of his coffee."Sure..." He muttered.
Why not...? What else had he got left to lose. He finished the rest of his coffee and stood up. He knew what he Trowa wanted from him. He knew clearly... Besides it was money. Just...money.
* * *
The house was so clean. Neatly made and organized. The furniture looked like no one even sat on it or used it at all. The floors were spotless. It was beautiful. It reminded Quatre alot of his own house.
Trowa clicked the light switch and the brightness of the light poured into the room. Trowa shuffled across the floor and dropped his suitcase down on the kitchen table and pulled his shoes off. He then took his jacket off and hung it neatly on the coat rack. He turned to Quatre."You can come in you know..." He looked back at the boy which stood silently in the doorway.
Quatre nodded and pulled his boots off and jacket and hung it on the coat rack also. He then turned to see that Trowa made his way to the living room. Quatre stared with a serious face and followed."So..." He muttered, then began to pull his shirt off of his body and walked closer to Trowa.
Trowa turned to look at the boy and blinked a bit shocked."Hey, what are you doing?"Trowa asked stopping him from removing his clothing."When I asked you to come with me I never ment this!"
"I see... Then I guess I'll have to take my business elsewhere."Quatre turned to pur his boots and jackets back on.
"Hey!" Trowa grabbed ahold of Quatre's arm."You don't have to leave. I don't understand, why are you saying this?"
Quatre turned to him with a flat expression."Don't you get it? I'm a prostitute."
Trowa stared hard at the blonde boy infront if him. "You...?" Trowa backed slightly away from him."I think you should leave then."
"Alright."Quatre pulled his black boots back on and grabbed his jacket from the hanger and put it on. He turned to Trowa once more."Thank you anyway." He then left the house, into the coldness of the late afternoon air, and walked off to the road and back to the city. He stopped as he reached the end of the street and looked back to see the rooftop of Trowa's house and frowned."I don't belong anyways."
He then leaned against the street light post and sighed scanning the area for his next customer...