Warning: This fic contains violence, mild language, light Ooc and Shounen-
ai. If such things bother you either don't read it or keep your comments
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. This fic
was written for the enjoyment of crazed fans such as myself. I'm not
getting rich off of this, (Though it would be nice. . . ::wistful sigh::.)
So please don't sue me. I have no money, I'm completely broke!
Comments and Criticisms are welcomed, but please don't be nasty about them.
I am the self-nominated Queen of Sap
Timeline: AU a few months after Endless Waltz. The Gundams were not
destroyed and the engineers are still alive. Everything else occurred
according to the series.
Author's note: This hasn't been beta'd yet, so if you find any mistakes,
please let me know, and I'll fix them.
A.C. 182, Winner Estate on L4
Two children laughed happily as the warm summer breeze teased their hair
and tickled their pale skin. Each had hair of platinum gold, each had the
eyes of the purest blue that seemed to light up as they played. It was a
beautiful day to spend in the estate's large gardens, and each was content
to do so.
The little girl spun around, causing her skirts to puff up, "Look, baby
brother. . ." She cooed to the toddler beside her, "The flowers dance for
you!" And to her brother's amazement and pure joy, she reached out with her
mind and lifted the blossoms to encircle him. He cooed and giggled as he
reached for them.
"Isis!" a sharp voice interrupted, startling the girl and causing her
to lose her concentration. The flowers fell to the ground, a few of which
pelted the toddler who started to cry.
"Iria. . ." She whispered, bowing slightly with respect.
"What have you been told about your powers?" The irritated older
sister scolded as she scooped up the crying boy.
"That I can't use them because father will be cross." The child
repeated in a dull monotone. "But I wasn't hurting anyone! And Quatre likes
it!" She smiled at the quieted tot.
Iria frowned at her youngest sister, "Quatre is only two years old! He
doesn't know any better! You are four, and do."
"Yes, Iria. . ." the girl pouted.
The seventeen-year-old sighed, "Nana wanted me to bring you two in for
lunch." She said.
"I'm not hungry." She crossed her arms and stomped her foot in
"Then you can go with out." Iria retorted sharply. The toddler in
her arms started to cry again. "Ssshshshsh. . ." she tried to comfort, "I'm
sorry, Quatre. . . I'm sorry. . ."
"It's not fair!" Isis whined, "He gets to use his power and he
doesn't even get yelled at!"
"Quatre's too young to control his power, and besides, it's not even
one that can hurt others." She smiled at the boy. He was reaching with his
tiny fingers to touch her face and grasp her auburn curls. "If anything, it
will make him into a kinder person."
"And what about meeee?" The little girl begged, hanging on her older
"Let go, runt." Iria snapped, causing Quatre to cry again, but also
succeeded in bringing tears to her youngest sister as well. "You can be
very dangerous with your power! As it is, you hit Quatre when I caught
"But that's cause you scareded me!"
Iria's blue eyes darkened, and Quatre began to scream, "You're pushing my
patience!" The eldest sister yelled, "Now, I'm not going to discuss this
further! You're lucky I don't report you to father! AUGH! Why am I even
arguing with you? You're not worth it!"
Isis' lower lip quivered as tears fell down her face. "I am too worth it .
. ." she whimpered, "Mama tol' me so . . ."
"Yeah, but Mama's not here anymore is she?" Iria sneered hatefully,
before turning on her heal and storming into the large house. She was
muttering under her breath, "Damn New-types. . ."
Isis glared at her sister's retreating back.
She was angry.
Quatre's cry became louder.
She was furious.
The rocks around her began to hover.
Quatre was near hysterics.
"I HATE YOU, IRIA!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
The rocks went flying, bombarding the teenager. Iria clutched her brother
to her chest, trying to protect him, while warding off the attack. "CUT IT
OUT YOU LITTLE MONSTER!!!" She screamed back.
"I HATE YOU!!!!" Isis screamed again, her blonde locks raising from
the back of her neck, as potted plants began to hover and then went flying
towards the Eldest sibling. "I. Hate. YOU!"
Iria's eyes widened in horror as a pot came straight for her head. In a
last minute attempt to protect her brother, she threw him into a flowerbed,
just as she was hit from behind, and she lost consciousness.
Isis became frightened when she saw her sister fall, but she couldn't stop
the growing power in her head. . . And Quatre. . . he was still crying. . .
but she couldn't stop. . . The potted plant flew towards the toddler. . .
"ISIS!" A cold, furious voice bellowed, startling the child.
The pot dropped.
Quatre continued to cry, even as the strong arms of his father wrapped
around him, picking him up. "NANA!" Mr. Winner commanded, as he knelt by
his eldest daughter. "Call an ambulance!"
A.C. 198, Preventor Safehouse on Earth
The blonde boy inhaled slightly, grabbing at the sides of his head. He
squeezed his eyes shut, as the images flooded his memory with such force,
is made him nauseous. Then, all at once, his mind cleared, the images
Slowly his opened his eyes again, and found himself staring into an emerald
one. Waves of concern washed over him, not only from the owner of the
banged covered green eyes, but from friends that were not in his line of
"Quatre?" The banged boy asked.
The blonde tried to smile, "I'm sorry, guess I wasn't paying attention . .
"Yeah, I'll say!" A loud voice exclaimed. "We've been trying to get
your attention for the last twenty minutes!"
"NANI!?" The boy gasped, looking from his braided friend to the
banged one who knelt in front of him, "Trowa, is that true?"
"Yes." The banged boy answered, reaching up and pushing away the
"How. . . I mean. . . really?" Quatre seemed to be very upset.
"Hey, it's okay, Quat!" The braided boy calmed, "It happens to me all
"But, Duo, that's because it is you. . ." The blonde frowned. "But. .
"Do you need to lie down?" Trowa whispered.
"Iie. . ." Quatre shook his head, "I'm alright, I just can't. . ."
"Maybe you should see, Sally?" a Chinese boy suggested.
"Iie, Wu Fei, I'm fine. . . really. . . I just. . . I was
daydreaming. . . that's all. . ."
"If it happens again. . ." Hiiro said in a warning tone from the edge
of the room.
"I'm sure it won't." Quatre said, standing. "I'm getting some tea,
would anyone like anything?"
"I'll take a cup of cocoa. . ." Duo shouted.
The blonde smiled gently and nodded, disappearing into the kitchen.
Once he was gone, Hiiro, Duo and Wu Fei all turned their gazes to Trowa,
who was fixated on the spot in which Quatre had previously occupied.
"Uh. . . Tro?" Duo prompted.
"It's not the first time." He answered the unasked questions, "And
I'm sure it won't be the last. . . but it has never been this bad before. .
"Do you know what it is?" Hiiro asked.
The banged boy shook his head slowly, "I just know it's something that
started after he used Wing Zero."
"A side effect?" Hiiro asked, ignoring Duo's exaggerated shudder of
In the kitchen, Quatre leaned against the counter, while waiting for the
kettle to whistle. He ran his hands through his bangs, "Oh, Allah. . ." He
whispered, "Not again, please, not again. . ."
To be continued. . .
Author's notes: So what do you think? Please let me know. I've been
toying around with this idea for a while and thought that maybe it's the
break I needed from "Burnout".
For those who are awaiting the next chapter of "Burnout" It is on the way.
. . honest, I've just got the worst case of writer's block! MY muses have
left me! ::sobs::
Anyway. . . I am working on that and it will be out soon, as will the next
chapters of "All Hell" and "Old Friends".
Just please don't form any angry mobs until then. . .
::looks around nervously::.
Also, my beta is unable to beta for me any longer. So if anyone is
interested, please email me at email@example.com (yeah,
::sweatdrops:: my email changed again) and let me know.