Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sanctuaire ❯ Irreverently Virtuous ( Chapter 3 )

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"Irreverently Virtuous"

~*~

"Glad you could accompany me this evening, Milliardo."

The tall blonde and his assistant Noin sat themselves down in the small booth inside the tiny coffee shop. Seated before them was a tall, short haired man with light brown hair and his assistant, a woman with her hair braided up on either side of her head, attended with glasses upon her face. The couple looked to the previous two as they seated themselves.

"Forgive us for being late Treize; it's been a busy day today," said Milliardo.

"As I heard," said Treize, with a quick nod from his partner, Une.

A petite waitress approached the table, offering the four occupants glasses of water. All were accepted, in which she left just as quickly as she came.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" Treize asked as he watched the young waitress disappear behind the counter. Milliardo watched her for a moment himself, and then turned to the light haired man.

"What is?" he asked, curious. A small smirk crept its way onto Treize's face as he leaned back against the seat in the booth.

"Life. It's one of the most fascinating features ever to grace itself on the face of this universe. Never can I keep away from gazing at its beauty for so long," he mentioned. Milliardo formed a smirk of his own as he folded his arms over his chest and leaned back himself.

"Fascinating, how you speak of life in such a manner," he said. Treize leisurely turned his gaze to the blonde, a brow perked.

"And why do you say this?" he asked. Just then, the petite waitress quickly approached the booth and quickly handed each person their glass of water. She glanced over her shoulder as she turned away and gave Treize a quick wink, then continued on her way. Une's lips frowned in disapproval, yet her superior merely smirked again.

"Because, dear Treize, you -do- deny these living beings their very existence, don't you?" he asked. Noin folded her arms calmly over her lap as she nodded in agreement. Treize glanced to his left to look outside the window.

"As an undead servant of Hell, it's my duty," he said. Une nodded in agreement.

Looking closely outside, Treize noticed a sudden familiar looking figure. The small, blonde boy was quickly making his way up the bust street, his head held lo, his gaze avoiding others.

"Look who it is," Treize muttered, half to himself. Milliardo looked out the window.

"Hmph. Your latest victim, I see," he said.

"Quatre Winner," Treize said as he continued to watch Quatre make his way quickly about the busy street. Silence ensured between the four occupants for a moment, the air growing heavy as Treize and Milliardo watched the unaware victim hurry himself home, unknowing of the eyes that followed him steadily.

"You've already taken action in protecting my victim, haven't you, Milliardo?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Of course. My shinigami informed me of them. Heero and Wu Fei, correct? The troublesome two," Treize said. Milliardo stopped looking outside the window and faced his opponent instead.

"I must inform you, dear friend, my angels never fail to complete their mission," he said. Treize leisurely turned his head to face the angel sitting before him.

"And my shinigami never misses his target, dear Zechs."

~*~

It was morning. The students in St. Alexandria were busy gathering their supplies for their first hour classes. As yesterday, Quatre was busy rushing to and from his clocker, looking around every corner to make sure the coast was clear of Ian McNeil. Perhaps he was being too paranoid, yet he didn't wish to start any conflicts with the upperclassmen, especially after the past couple of encounters. He began to wonder if Ian's friends were also on the look out for him. Or possibly even looking for Trowa and Wu Fei... After all, the two -were- accompanying him, and Wu Fei -did- attack Ian... A deep sinking feeling began to settle in Quatre's stomach.

`I hate dodging around like this, but I don't want to get into any conflict! Father wouldn't be too happy if I were sent home due to physical violence,' he thought to himself, darting around another corner. Suddenly, he saw one of Ian's friends making his way down the hall. Quatre felt his heart skip a beat. Wyatt was his name, correct? It was him and the other one... Mike, that seemed to be referring to Trowa that previous day.

`I wonder if Trowa has had any problems with them in the past?' he asked himself. Quickly, he darted across the hallway out of Wyatt's eye sight and entered his first hour class. Close call.

***

"You! You know where Quatre is, don't you?!"

Looking over his shoulder, Trowa glanced down at Relena, who steadily made her way towards him. Quietly, he shook his head, yet the small girl continued to make her way towards him. It was lunchtime, and the numbers of students making their way to the cafeteria were many. Relena approached the tall boy, and then looked around him, as if he were hiding Quatre.

"This is important! I've got to tell him something!" she said. Just then, Wu Fei approached the two, calmly.

"What do you have to tell him?" the Chinese asked. Suddenly, Relena stood back, her eyes growing wide in disbelief. Trowa glanced down at Wu Fei, and then back to Relena, who seemed as if she had just seen a ghost. Wu Fei continued to stare at her, completely tranquil.

"You can tell us, and we'll tell him," he said. Relena shook her head quickly. She took a few more steps back, and then jerked her hand forward, pointing an accusing finger at Wu Fei.

"You're... You're an angel, aren't you?!" she yelled. Wu Fei stared at her with the same, tranquil expression. Trowa arched a brow. Relena took another step backwards, never withdrawing her pointing finger.

"What are YOU doing here?! Angels aren't allowed here!" she yelled. A couple of students walking past turned their heads at the growing scene. That didn't stop Relena, of course.

"Get out of here, you! You're not welcome here!" she continued to yell. More students began to turn their heads. Trowa sighed, and then stepped in front of Wu Fei, who continued to stand in front of the loud girl without any expression.

"Relena, go to lunch," the tall boy said. Relena narrowed her eyes and lowered her hand.

"You're NOT supposed to be here!" she called to Wu Fei, before quickly turning her back on the two and disappearing amongst the crowd of staring students making their way to the cafeteria. Trowa sighed irritably, and then turned around to Wu Fei.

"Don't mind Relena. She's known to be a bit... delusional," he said. Wu Fei turned his gaze up to him.

"Oh, I don't mind at all. Girl has a good sight," he commented. Trowa perked another brow, and then shook his head.

"Whatever."

"Trowa!"

Trowa and Wu Fei turned around, and then saw Quatre making his way towards them, completely unaware of what just happened, or even about the news that Ian was out of detention and informed his peers that he was out for Quatre- and Wu Fei.

***

Quatre sat in his desk during his last hour class, not really paying attention to the teacher giving a lesson on history. Instead, he was gazing out of the window of the second floor, watching leaves from the trees fall to the ground. The school campus was in a state of tranquility when class was in session, no students or teachers anywhere except in the classrooms. The day was truly a nice day; too bad it had to be spent indoors.

With a sigh, Quatre looked down at his notebook in front of him, which contained a couple of scribbles of notes from class. He looked up at the teacher, who was writing down more notes to take onto the chalkboard. This was boring, to say the least.

Looking back down at the almost-empty piece of paper again, Quatre began to think of what Trowa was doing. Was he sitting in his class, just as bored as he was? Or perhaps he had a physical activity class, were he was actually doing something? He didn't know his schedule. Was he bored, or was he occupied? Was he sitting in a desk taking notes, or writing on a test? Or was he even up and about, doing his activities for a particular class? If he was sitting in a desk, as bored as Quatre was, was he thinking about... him?

The mere thought made a faint blush sneak its way onto Quatre's cheeks. He wondered what Trowa thought about him? Did he notice him in "that way"? Or did he pay him no heed, just as another face in the crowd? At the least, Quatre hoped Trowa saw him as a friend, though he would really like it if he saw him as something more...

`I'm not going to kill you!'

What about Duo? Quatre quickly shook his head at the thought of the shinigami. What did he want with Quatre, anyways? He doubted he just wanted to harass him, or pick on him to pass time. He should have something better to do, right? Well, better than sitting in class and taking notes, at least.

Suddenly, the last bell of the day rang loudly. Almost instantly, students rose from their desks and began heading towards the door, crowding its frame as they attempted to make their way out of the boring classroom as fast as they could. Quatre calmly stood and gathering his belongings, soon making his way out of the room along with the remaining students, ready to make his long walk home.

***

"Quatre."

Quatre looked up from his locker. School went by awfully quick that day, much to Quatre's relief. Thus far, no encounters with Ian or his friends, excluding the spotting of Wyatt and Mike that morning.

"Yes, Trowa?"

"Let me walk you home," the brunette stated, slightly startling the blonde. Quatre closed his locker, slowly.

"I... don't mean to be rude or anything Trowa, but... why?" he asked. He felt his face beginning to grow warm... Oh great, not now!

"Just... allow me to walk you home, Quatre," Trowa restated, then quickly took Quatre's hand into his grasping it tightly. Quatre gasped softly, and then allowed himself to be lead by the taller boy. If he wasn't blushing earlier, he definitely was now.

***

"So... why are you walking me home, Trowa?" Quatre asked as they both walked up the street towards Quatre's mansion. Trowa kept silently, looking down at the concrete sidewalk as they made their way.

"Trowa...?" Quatre asked again. They were approaching the park near his home.

"Quatre," Trowa began, leisurely lifting his head up. He was looking ahead of them.

"... There was a rumor going around the school that Ian was out looking for you, and Wu Fei. I know it's just a rumor, but I didn't want to take any chances," he said. Quatre felt his face becoming warm again. Dammit, of all times.

"O-Oh? That's... really nice of you, Trowa," said the small blonde, lowering his gaze to the sidewalk. Trowa nodded silently, and then continued.

"I looked for Wu Fei after school, but he disappeared already. Thankfully, I was able to find you," he said, without looking at Quatre.

The two entered the park, and were now kicking up fallen leaves as they made their way through it. Every now and then, a bird could be heard flying to and from a tree. The business of the city immediately disappeared the moment they entered the park.

"Trowa, where do you live? I could have one of the servants give you a ride home," said the blonde.

"No thanks. I'll be fine," he said. Quatre stopped and stepped in front of Trowa.

"No, I gotta repay you! At -least- take my offer!" he said. Trowa opened his mouth to reply.

There was a rustle of bushes behind Quatre, then a loud grunt, and soon after, a yelp. Immediately, both boys turned and stared at the rustling bushes. There was another yelp, then a scream. There were two different voices from the bushes.

"What the..." Quatre asked to himself, taking a step backwards towards Trowa. The two continued to watch the bushes, when suddenly, Mike and Ian's other brunette groupie literally jumped out of the bushes, blood and scratches obvious on their skin and clothes. Without a word, the two bullies ran from the park, as if their lives depended on it. Quatre had already leapt into Trowa's arms.

Suddenly, there was laughter of amusement from behind the bushes in the trees.

"DON'T EVEN -THINK- ABOUT MESSING WITH A SHINIGAMI, BITCHES!!"

Quatre couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sound of Duo's voice, yet he was grateful of his deed. Trowa stood speechless and confused, unaware of Quatre's acquaintance with the shinigami.

And Quatre wasn't going to tell him anytime soon, either.