Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Wilderness ❯ Father and Son ( Chapter 1 )

 

Wilderness

By Dentelle_Noir

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, duh. Don't you find this as redundant as I? I hope so.

 

Warning: Eventual yaoi. Man bashing.

 

NOTE: I'm giving Wilderness a bit of a re-haul and edit! Mostly from the middle on arethe larger changes, but the earlier chapters have more format and minor wording changes. Look for new chapters soon, though!

 

Summary: AU. 3x4. Stuck on a Wilderness vacation, Father `toughening him up', a deadly coincidence brings a forest ranger and the trouble following him, into their group. Quatre will have to prove to everyone just what the nancy-boy can do.

 

 

Chapter 1: Father and Son

 

Omar Winner was a large, strong man of resilient, intimidating qualities, all of which he prided himself in. It was through his sweat, blood, strength, and determination he had come so far up in the world. He owned a multi-million dollar home, estates in many countries, a yacht, and a myriad of servants in each place. He demanded perfection from his business and his household.

 

Which is what brought him to where he was: Strolling down a hall in his home he didn't often go in. It was the one hall that led to the room of his only son, Quatre. But, in truth he might as well of had another daughter for all the masculinity that boy had.

 

He was a good-looking boy of 18 that woke the house with his screaming because a spider landed on his bed. A spider! Women screamed; men killed the eight-legged things-- Men were not afraid of spiders. Men could fix things; Quatre couldn't use a hammer if his life depended on it. Men were strong; Quatre could barely lift his own weight. Men could be impolite, think only of sex, and have arm wrestles. Quatre could not. Therefore, Quatre was not a man.

 

Not yet, anyway.

 

Military school had been an option to fix the dilemma, but the problem was that Omar needed Quatre to run the family company, and he couldn't afford a kid who could only take orders. Bad for business.

 

But hell, his kid got bullied by fat kids, played the violin, painted, and redecorated his room at least twice a year.

 

He needed to toughen the boy up, and in his hand was a way to do that, while still letting him make some business.

 

Truthfully, he didn't have the time, or patience, to actually toughen the boy up himself. But he had the money to pay others to do it. And this little excursion would score him major points with the Chang Corporation, which he badly needed. Winner Co. was only one of three or four companies vying to supply the Chang Corporation with the resources it needed to begin a new telecommunications system. And if Winner Co. could land this, it would make them millions!

 

But, Winner Co. needed a bit of an extra spotlight; they were just as good as the others, just the others seemed very good at shmmoozing.

 

And here in lay his brilliant plan.

 

The CEO was a big family man, no cell phone on vacations and everything, the psycho. This year, just he and his son were going on a two-week wilderness vacation. Whitewater rafting, rock climbing, hiking, the whole spiel, hell, they even needed to ride horses to the first stop.

 

So, Omar decided that if he just "happened" to show up and make friends, then Winner Co. would gain a little favor.

 

And at the same time he had to get his whinny little kid to grow up and be a man.

 

What would be better than two weeks toughing it out? And it was fully supervised, so he didn't need to actually spend time with the boy. He demanded perfection from his family, and so when people he couldn't dispose of disappointed him, he simply ignored them. But he couldn't ignore family with the Chang Corp such a family business.

 

Finally reaching the open door, leading into the yellow-this-month room, he found Quatre, white shirt looking disgustingly pink against the "red" bedspread, splayed comfortable reading some thick book and swaying his feet.

 

Licking his finger to turn the next page, Quatre could feel eyes on his back.

 

Just when his book was getting good too! He couldn't help but want to finish. Olivia just slapped Seth and now they had to go back to the party covered in mud! What was Mallory going to think!

 

But too polite to just ignore the presence and continue on, he rolled and propped himself up, looking at his door.

 

Shock didn't even being to describe the surprise of seeing none other than his father blocking the door with his width. He had never visited him before...

 

Quatre started to worry a bit.

 

Omar strode into the room, and stood at the foot of Quatre's bed lifting a hand, then flicking a colorful glossy pamphlet onto the spread. "We're leaving on Monday." His father's always-serious base boomed through the room before he swiftly turned on his heels and again strode out the door. That man did love to stride.

 

Crawling across his squishy mattress over to the shining leaflet, Quatre picked it up and read the title out loud, "Wilderness Adventures: Riding, Hiking, Climbing and Rafting for the Outdoors Family."

 

Family? His father was taking him on a trip? His father noticed he was alive and actually CHOSE to spend time with his son?

 

Better check the weather, 'cause hell just froze over!