Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Weekend Home ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Title: The Weekend Home (prologue)

Author: Talaquinn

Rating: PG13

Pairings: 1x2x5, 3x4, past 1xR

Summary: Heero's children hardly get to see him, and he can't do anything about it. This is how his loved ones conspire against him to change all of their lives.

A/N: I cheated on 'Finding Peace'! I feel so bad. But anyway, this is the prologue of a new fic of mine. I blame it on Tsuki, and who encouraged me, and Kenny who managed to get through betaing it.

The brown haired woman bustled around the living room making sure everything was packed, and giving last minute instructions to her children.

"Now can you remember what I told you about Uncle Wufei?"

A solemn cobalt-eyed face nodded, dutifully repeating the words that had been drilled into her. "Uncle Wufei is a bad man, he doesn't know how to properly take care of family. If he was a good man he wouldn't have lost his family."

The woman paused in her rushings, with a small smile upon her face. "Very good Marion. Odin, can you tell me about Uncle Duo?"

The other child, a bit of a throwback, possessing his father's eyes, but his maternal uncle's hair and features, looked defiant for a moment, but the recited the practiced words.

"Uncle Duo is good for nothing, and God knew he was good for nothing from the start. If God had loved him, he wouldn't have had the life he had." The child paused, and then spoke again, "but Mother, isn't God supposed to love us all? And how come Uncle Duo is good for nothing, when Uncle Trowa grew up in kinda the same way?" He didn't flinch when his mother turned a glare on him, but he did question her answer, if only in his head.

" Don't question me, it's just the way things are. Uncle Trowa is a better man then Uncle Duo. You should know that by now."

He looked over at his younger sister, noting the way she took his mother's words as the unquestionable truth, he worried about her, the visits to his father's home were his favourite parts of the month, and if Marion couldn't be civil to Uncle Wufei or Uncle Duo, it would make everyone unhappy.

He liked that his father was living with two of his Uncles. His father smiled more when he was around them, and Uncle Duo had taught Odin how to shoot elastics last time he and his sister had visited.

It was better now, no matter his mother said, she wasn't the one who had had to listen to the fights or to see father's defeated eyes the mornings after. When father had finally left six months ago, he had cried, because father had cried. The dark haired man who had always been there for Odin had cried, and told his son that when Odin was old enough, he could choose where to live, and that these awkward partings wouldn't have to happen anymore.

Marion had cried too, she hadn't wanted to see her father go, but when mother had told her that she would see her daddy every other weekend, she had quietened. He wondered if she was really content with the way this worked out. Mother was gone during the week, so they only really saw her on Friday nights, and every other weekend as well. He knew that between father, Uncle Duo, and Uncle Wufei, neither he nor Marion would ever be alone, if they had their choice.

He didn't question why mother got to keep them at her house; mother always got what she wanted. Her children, and their unquestioning support in whatever she wanted them to say, or do, was all she seemed to want at this point. Odin may have only been eight years old, but he was starting to understand adult power struggles.

He watched his mother stop in the centre of the living room, two small duffels at her feet.

"Well children, it's time to head over to where your father is staying."

Odin's thoughts became angry. 'His house, his home, you mean.' But he didn't say anything, just stood up, and grabbed his sister's hand before heading out to the limo.

The ride was filled with his sister's innocent chatter about kindergarten, and the fact that her teacher was going to teach them how to 'tie-dye' t-shirts the next week. Odin let her talk, knowing that if he were to open his mouth that he would only end up angering his mother. He didn't want to do that he loved her, and knew in his heart that she meant well, and didn't realize that she was hurting everyone in trying to ease her own pain.

Odin stared out the window at the passing trees, wishing he could live out here, with other kids to play with. He had been able to attend public school, but only at his father's insistence. He never really got to hang out with his friends because living in a compound surrounded by an electric fence was not really good for socializing. His curfew was when he returned home form school, and he never got extensions. He should have been proud of his mother, who had worked her way up to Prime Minister, but he hated the restrictions that were set on him because of it. Odin had figured that in about six years that he would rebel totally and end up running away or something, but for now he would just wait.

The limo pulled to a stop in front of an older house, which was in better shape than most built with in the last six years, it even had a garden that was meant for playing in! Which was exactly what Uncle Duo and his father were doing, throwing an old ball back and forth and laughing. Odin frowned, he had rarely caught his father smiling before he had left, and now a smile was an almost permanent fixture on his face, and his strange hoarse laugh was no longer a surprise to hear.

Shooting a glance at his mother's pinched face, Odin poked his sister, effectively cutting of her stream of words, and then spoke for the first time since leaving the living room.

"We're here mother. We'll see you Sunday night." He leant forward to kiss her cheek and opened the car door, waiting a moment for his sister to complete her own leaving ritual.

When he finally did leave the car he was swept into someone's arms and then flung into the air. Odin couldn't help but laugh delightedly; he was home for the weekend.

TBC….

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