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TIMELINE: The story takes place after Survival of the Fittest, I’d say almost two years.
By Arayelle Lynn.
It came out of the blue. And the
impact was twice as bad.
It all started with an old acquaintance
Relena hadn’t heard from in two years. At the time that the transmission was
publicly broadcasted, she was with her brother, Zechs Merquise and his wife,
relaxing after a long tiring week of endless meetings and visits.
“My name is Duke Kent Winteridge,”
said the distinguished-looking man on the screen. “I’m the chief representative
of the colonists of Jupiter.” He paused, his face though grim, had a dangerous
look on it. “Because of the incompetence of the Earth Sphere United Nation
during the war against the Telrhani two years ago, I am hereby declaring our
independence from the Nation.”
Both Relena and Noin were
quickly on their feet. “What?”
But Winteridge was not finished.
“And we declare war on the Earth Sphere Nation.” At the next words, Relena saw
his eyes narrowed. “We aim to replace the inefficient ruling government with a
leader that could meet the challenges against the Telrhani and show them the
strength of our forces.”
“Should there be any out there
who wish to follow in our resolution, they would certainly be welcome with open
arms,” he continued. “Let’s show the Telrhani the glory of mankind, a thing
that the Earth Sphere and their precious Gundams failed to show during the
Telrhani invasion.”
With that, the transmission
ended, leaving them too shocked to say anything.
A few seconds later, the phone
began to ring. Relena found herself picking it up and answering questions that she
herself didn’t have answers to. Every representative in the ESUN wanted to know
how the new settlement on Jupiter dared to rise up and speak against them.
It took Relena more than half an
hour to set up an emergency meeting with the representatives. Then, under the
ever watchful eyes of Zechs, Relena left for the meeting, which would be held
in the ESUN official building on Earth.
When Relena’s limousine was
gone, Zechs exchanged glances with Noin. Without any words, the married couple
left the house to go to the only place where they would find answers. The
Preventer headquarters.
>>>@@<<<
They did not find their answers
there. In fact, they found more questions.
“Our only chance is to find out
what Winteridge is up to,” Sally Po was saying. They were all assembled in the
head of Preventers’ office. Lady Une sat behind the desk, her arms supporting
her chin as she thought about the surprising development seriously. She had
purposely ripped off the phone lines and ordered her agents against admitting
anyone inside the room. After handling the frantic calls from the delegates for
a hundredth times, she’d just had enough.
It’s been hours now since the transmission.
But still they weren’t making any progress.
“And the only person who might’ve
known about Winteridge’s scheme is gone,” Sally continued, sparing a glance at
Lady Une. All knew that Sally was referring to Kylie Rayden, Une’s late young
charge. Two years ago, the girl had worked undercover as Winteridge’s personal
assistant for the purpose of protecting Quatre Winner. That had proved
to be a wild goose chase.
Until now.
Lady Une nodded her head. “Yes,
Kylie might have known about Winteridge’s plan. Or suspect something about it.
She had tried to warn us about the duke, I remember.” She sighed as the old
memory replayed, painfully. “But then, we were too busy with the Telrhani
invasion to take note of it.”
“And now, it’s too late for past
regrets,” said Zechs, his eyes strayed on the three women. “We could only work
on what we have now and make sure Winteridge won’t make things any worse.” He
raised his eyebrow. “I notice that Wu Fei Chang isn’t around.”
“He’s not,” Une told him. “He
left as soon as the transmission ended. My guess is that he’s planning to
infiltrate the Jupiter’s base before they set up their defense.” She exhaled.
“You know how Gundam pilots are, they love to race to the spot while it’s still
sizzling hot.”
Zechs nodded, in agreement.
“Yes, only a Gundam pilot would dive into action the second trouble starts while
the rest of us still trying to regain our bearings. I wouldn’t even be surprised
if the other pilots are already on the job as Wu Fei is.”
Noin nodded, feeling a little
sad. “Reminds me of Heero in a lot of ways. If he’s still here, he would’ve
been able to see this coming. He would’ve stopped it from becoming.” She
sighed, regretfully. “We sure need him now.”
“Well, he’s not here,” said
Zechs, reminding them. It’s no use wishing for things that aren’t there, Treize
had always said. “That means, we’ll have
to keep our faith on the other Gundam pilots to get to the bottom of
things.”
>>>@@<<<
Chang Wu Fei piloted his
transporter carefully. He purposely used a supply transporter to disguise his
infiltration into the Jupiter mother base. So far, his journey had been smooth
sailing. The Jupitans didn’t suspect anything about this supposedly late
transporter as it entered Jupiter’s atmosphere. But Wu Fei was trained well
enough not to give in to complacency. And a minute later, his training turned
out to be useful.
As he was entering the atmosphere, he detected the
first sign of trouble. A group of assault carriers was making their way to
intercept him. And judging by their weapons’ charge, Wu Fei guessed that they
have orders to shoot to kill.
Being caught well-prepared, Wu
Fei fought them on. He was making a swift progress when suddenly the controls
in the cockpit blinked, telling him the coming of some new enemies. Or rather,
an old enemy.
“Mobile dolls!” he hissed,
disgustedly. He tried to outmaneuver them but was later reminded that the
transporter couldn’t move with the fluidity of a Gundam. And so, he headed for
space, hoping to return to the headquarters and tell the others of his
discovery. But the mobile dolls were intent on destroying him and soon, he
found himself being surrounded. Determine not to go down without a fight, he
battled them while waiting for the final kill.
“Got your tail,” said a voice as
the mobile dolls started to explode. Wu Fei stared at an incoming assault
carrier, surprised. A second later, a familiar face appeared. “You’re alright,
right?” that person asked, destroying the remaining MDs.
Wu Fei nodded. “Yes. Couldn’t
really say the same about the transporter, though. But it ought to be enough to
get me out of here.”
“Good. Let’s blow this joint.”
With that, the carrier and transporter left Jupiter, heading for the same
destination. Wu Fei looked back at Jupiter, to see if there’s any sign of
pursuit. He was satisfied to find none.
“What do you think is happening,
Trowa?” he asked.
Trowa Barton glanced back.
“Looks like we’re going back to war.”
>>>@@<<<
The second Wu Fei and Trowa
entered the room, they found Lady Une, Zechs, Noin, Sally and Relena were
looking at them, expectantly. It had been 48 hours since Duke Winteridge’s
transmission and they’d came up with nothing that could help. Their only hope
was that Wu Fei found out something in his little ‘excursion’.
“Trowa Barton,” said Lady Une,
in a way of greeting. The Heavyarms pilot nodded back at her and the others.
“Well?” Relena prompted.
Wu Fei shook his head. “The
place has been sealed tight. I almost didn’t make it but thanks to Trowa.” He
looked at his comrade. “You know something about this?” he asked, hoping that
he at least had some answers.
Trowa settled on an empty seat.
He sighed. “There’s not much I can tell you,” he began. “A few weeks ago, I
received an anonymous tip telling me about a smuggling ring on the L3 colony
cluster.” He grimaced at the memory. “But that proved to be a trap. I barely
got out alive.”
Then his face hardened. “All I
know is that the smugglers have something to do with Winteridge’s retaliation.
I guess he must’ve planned to eliminate me since I had been snooping around
Jupiter not long ago.” He shook his head at their hopeful looks. “And no, I
didn’t find anything suspicious. I was actually ready to drop the matter when
the trap happened.”
“But what were you doing around
Jupiter in the first place?” asked Zechs, watching him.
“Quatre,” Trowa answered,
simply. “Ever since he lost Project Jupiter to Winteridge, he had been concern.
He was trying to make sure that mankind got the most out of the project. But he
was too busy rebuilding the colony on Mars so I volunteered to take a look
around.”
He shrugged. “Besides, there’s
not much a circus boy like me could do since half the family are still
missing.”
True enough. Trowa had been
hanging around Quatre almost as frequent as he had with his sister, Catherine
Bloom. But that’s understandable. The young heir’s state of mind had been their
biggest concern ever since the Telrhani invasion ended. And it’s only natural
that Trowa felt the need to assist his surrogate little brother all he can.
But that was a few months ago.
Now, Quatre seemed to have recovered fully.
Or so they think.
An agent burst into the room,
panting. The occupants turned to look at him, seeing the shocked look on his
face. After taking a gulpful of air, he turned to Lady Une. “Ma’am, you’ve got
to take a look at the news.”
Quickly, Zechs switched it on.
The first thing they saw was Quatre Winner’s face on the screen. He seemed to
be saying something. “…Therefore I, Quatre Raberba Winner, heir to the Winner
family and chief representative of the L4 colony cluster and the Mars colony hereby
declare our independence from the Earth Sphere United Nation.”
“What!” Relena gasped as Trowa
jumped to his feet.
>>>@@<<<
“… We wish to join the Jupiter colony
in establishing our own nation and declare war on the Earth Sphere United
Nation,” Quatre said through the transmission. “Those who oppose us will be
dealt severely.”
The transmission ended but
still, Duo Maxwell stared at the screen, disbelief. When Kent Winteridge’s
transmission ended, Duo had tried to contact Quatre and the others. But he
couldn’t get to any of them. And so, he decided to travel to the place where
the action would most likely take place.
He was only halfway to the
Preventers’ base when Quatre’s transmission broke in. For a moment, Duo was so
shocked that he didn’t say a single thing. How could Quatre betray the very
thing that he had given his life and soul to protect? How could Quatre betray
the thing that Kylie had sacrificed her life for?
“It can’t be!” he finally found
his voice, still staring at the blank screen. “How could you, Quatre?”
Suddenly, a thought came over
him. Maybe Quatre’s being taken prisoner! Maybe Kent Winteridge was forcing
Quatre to do his biddings, using his sisters as his hostages!! When that possibility
registered in his mind, Duo immediately realized how much in danger Quatre’s
in. Without hesitation, Duo piloted his shuttle away from the Preventer
headquarters, towards LaGrange Point 4 colony.
“Hold on, Quatre. I’m coming.”
>>>@@<<<
His eyes flew open. Something
had awakened him in the middle of the night. He didn’t know what but he felt
something was changing right then. Something that he’d held dear and sworn to
protect. Staring into the darkness, he listened to the silence, hoping it could
tell him what had awakened him. But all he could hear was his own heartbeat.
He swung his legs from the bed
and got up. He walked out of his room and into the small living room. In
another room opposite his, he could clearly hear the even breathing of his
housemate. Hoping that he would not make much noise that could awake the other
occupant of the house, he felt his way to another room.
No, he wouldn’t call it a room.
He’d prefer to call it his haven. His very huge haven.
In the shadows, something loomed
above him. He looked up, to see the feature of his old friend. As if knowing
the new dilemma of mankind, its eyes glowed. Instantly, he knew that he would
be leaving the place soon.
“Looks like I’m needed once
again, Zero,” he whispered, feeling a slight dread. “It’s time Heero Yuy rise
from the dead.”
>>>@@<<<
Quatre pushed aside the stack of
papers he had just finished signing. He stretched his sore muscles and yawned.
He had been working all night and all day and he had to admit that he badly
need some sleep. So, he decided to rest his eyes for a few minutes before
heading back home.
Then he groaned, remembering his
appointment with some foreign investors. He glanced at his watch, realizing
that it was only a few minutes away. Sighing inwardly, Quatre started to gather
the things that he needed for the appointment.
And that’s when she stepped in.
“Dorothy!” he greeted, his
spirits rose. “What are you doing here? I thought you’re still on Earth.”
Dorothy Catalonia came over to her
boyfriend, smiling. Yes, he’s hers now. After his long self-torment over Kylie
Rayden’s death, she had made her love for him known and they’d worked their way
on it until now. And it seemed to be doing great. Quatre was finally getting
over Kylie and Dorothy was getting all the love she needed. Hilde and Duo
Maxwell had even hinted that there might be a second wedding before long.
“I got back early,” she
answered, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. That made Quatre blushed but
Dorothy loved it because it made him look even cuter. “Anyway, I thought that
you could use a walk in the park.”
His face dropped, helplessly. “I
can’t, Dorothy. I have an appointment in ten minutes.”
She quickly waved his words
away. “I’ve canceled it.”
“What?” Quatre sputtered. “Why?”
Dorothy reached out to touch his
face. He looked a little haggard, the bags under his eyes were showing plainly.
And he looked as if he had lost some weight. “Because you need a break,” she
explained. “You’ve been working your butt off for quite some time now.”
She quickly put a finger on his
lips as he was about to protest. “Besides, Trowa made me promise to take you
out for a walk.” She then hooked her arm around his. “So, let’s not disappoint
him. It’s a beautiful day outside.”
He smiled and nodded. “Let’s
go.”
Dorothy was right. The day was
beautiful. The warm artificial evening sunlight bathed the green and colorful
features of the park so perfectly that they felt as if they were walking in a
park on Earth. There were people having a picnic everywhere, each wanting to
make the most of the perfectly warm summer weather.
And the young couple never felt
such bliss and tranquility.
“I wish today would just freeze
itself so we could stay like this forever,” Dorothy commented, inhaling the
fresh air.
“Don’t,” said Quatre, teasingly.
“Or else we’ll have a cold summer and none of us would be walking in the park
right now.”
Dorothy punched him, playfully.
No one ever knew how but over the months, Quatre seemed to have developed quite
a sense of humor. They all took it as a good sign. It meant that Quatre was
finally over his grief for his brief and fallen lover.
“Silly, I don’t mean that,” she
said, her heart warmed at that. “I just don’t want the day to end.”
Quatre squeezed her hand. “I
know, Dorothy. I wish for the same thing too.” Both of them looked at each
other, solemnly. They each had a lot of commitments to others that sometimes
they made it hard for both to see each other.
Quatre, aside being the heir to the Winner’s
fortune, was still the space colonies’ ambassador. And Dorothy still had her
own inheritance to manage back home and would sometimes assist Quatre in
keeping contact with the Earth representatives. Both knew that they have to
assist Relena Darlian while she was busy attempting to form a peaceful alliance
with the remaining Telrhani. And that would mean doing some of Relena’s job as
well.
The silence was interrupted by
the chime of a bell. Quatre looked over her shoulder and instantly, his eyes
brightened. “Hey, how about some ice cream?” he suggested, seeing an ice cream
truck. Some picnickers were lining up along the truck.
Dorothy spared a glance at the
sun before turning back to him. She nodded. “Ice cream would be perfect.”
“Great,” Quatre said, breaking
away. “I’ll be right back.” With that, he jogged towards the truck.
He placed his orders and waited,
patiently. He glanced back to where Dorothy was standing and saw her looking
over a rose bush. Seeing her like that reminded him how beautiful and peaceful
she looked. Totally different from the Dorothy he had met and dueled with
onboard Libra. And seeing her now put his heart at ease.
When he heard the ice cream man
called him, Quatre took the ice creams in his hands and walked back to her. It
was then, at the corner of his eyes, he saw a familiar flash of red. Startled,
Quatre froze in midstep. Quickly, he turned his head towards it. But aside from
a tree, he saw nothing. Still, he couldn’t stop the fluttering in his stomachs
and the pounding in his heart.
Suddenly, he had a distinctive
feeling that someone was calling him. Broken out of his reverie, Quatre saw
Dorothy was looking at him, concernedly. “Quatre, what’s wrong?” she asked.
He shook his head. “N… nothing.
Must be the sun, I guess.” He then handed her one of the ice creams and led her
away. But his mind wandered at what he thought he had seen. And where he had
seen it.
>>>@@<<<
When Quatre finally got home, he
was completely exhausted. A walk in the park with his girlfriend, Dorothy had
been the best part in his day but as soon as he’s home, he was reminded that he
hadn’t slept for two days.
And so, after greeting his
sisters and gently refusing their offers to serve him dinner (since he’d
already eaten with Dorothy a few minutes ago) Quatre made his way to his room
and began to undress. That’s when he saw it. On the small table by his bed.
The wooden panflute and a
blood-stained dried rose.
For a moment, he felt something
stuck in his throat. He had been so busy that he’d nearly forgotten that they
were lying there all the time. That every time he went to sleep, they were the
ones by his side. How could he have forgotten them?
Gingerly, he took the items in
his hands. These were the only things that Kylie had left for him before she
was gone. Shortly after she died, he had plunged into a state of silence and
denial, which led him again to near insanity. He had nearly destroyed himself
if it wasn’t for Trowa and Relena. And Dorothy.
Following that incident, Quatre
began to heal himself. Dorothy’s love for him supported him until he finally
accepted Kylie’s death. But Quatre knew that he would never be the same again.
Kylie was a part of him that he would never find himself willing to forget.
But he did forget. Dorothy
somehow managed to put herself in that place where Kylie had once reigned. A
place where Quatre had sworn was meant for Kylie and Kylie alone. But somehow,
surprisingly, Dorothy found her way there. She had made him happy, happier than
he had ever been in his life. And for a moment there, he’d forgotten that
sorrowful part of his life.
Until now.
What had made him remember
again?
Then he recalled it. The flash
of red he thought he had seen in the park. It was the same shade as Kylie’s
hair. But he must’ve been seeing it. Kylie’s dead. The Preventers’ reports had
said so. “It must’ve been the stress,” he found himself saying.
But the remembrance was painful
enough. The items that Kylie had left for him as his birthday gifts brought
back that last smile she gave him. The smile that never cease to wrench his
heart away. Clutching the blood stained rose and panflute (it was his blood),
Quatre slumped on the bed and cried himself to sleep.
>>>@@<<<
When Trowa Barton entered the
office, Quatre looked up from his work. Instantly, a smile touched his lips.
“Trowa, it’s been long. How’s Catherine?” he greeted, gesturing for his friend
to take a seat. The Heavyarms pilot settled down across him.
“She’s fine,” Trowa answered.
“She sent her love.” Then, his eyes strayed on his friend’s desk and on his
tired face. “How are you doing?” he inquired, watching him like a mother cat
watching her kittens.
“I’m alright,” Quatre lied. Then
he quickly added, seeing his friend’s skeptical expression. “I was just tired.
But I’ll be leaving soon, I promise.”
Trowa nodded, determined to make
sure that happen. But now that the pleasantries were over, it’s time for
business. “What did you find out while on Jupiter?” Quatre asked, pushing away
the papers. This business required his whole attention.
For a moment, Trowa Barton was
silent. Quatre feared that something was wrong but waited in patience. After a
minute passed by, Trowa shook his head. “Nothing suspicious. Everything looks
clean. In fact if you want my opinion, Winteridge has done a great job on
Project Jupiter.”
Quatre sank into his seat,
relieved. Ever since Kylie had told him that Winteridge needed to be watched,
he had been worried that there might be more than what Winteridge was planning
to do with the project. And hearing that it was proved wrong by the person he
trusted the most was a relief.
As for Kylie’s suspicion? Well,
she had been proved wrong once.
Now that the Winteridge’s
business was over, Quatre felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his
shoulders. He gave Trowa an appreciative smile. “Thanks Trowa. I owe you one,”
he thanked.
Trowa regarded him, carefully.
“You don’t owe me anything, Quatre. We’ve known each other too long to owe
anything. Besides, it’s good that you’re following your instincts. If not, any
one of us pilots would be on this thing if we see a tiny sign of trouble.”
Before he could say a thing, the
door burst open. Duo Maxwell entered, a sunny wide smile plastered on his face.
“Hey, looks like we’re having a little reunion it seems,” said the jovial
Deathscythe pilot. He slumped onto the sofa, wiping the sweat on his forehead.
He whistled. “Can you guys believe the weather? And I thought that since we’re
using an artificial sunlight, they would tone down the heat a little.”
“Then you might as well ask for
autumn now,” Trowa replied. He shook his head, muttering. “What does he expects
in the middle of summer? Snow?” Quatre stifled a laugh at that. Ever since Duo
had come work with him, Trowa had being seeing a lot of Duo Maxwell. Wu Fei had
never tolerate Duo’s humors and Trowa was beginning to find out why.
Correction, Duo hadn’t come
work with Quatre. He simply ‘…run the Winner’s errands whenever he had the
chance…’ as he put it. The truth was, Duo had purposely put his salvage
business in link with Quatre’s business, so that whenever Quatre needed the
parts, he would come seek Duo. Though, the blond pilot would always avoid
asking Duo where he got the parts.
But in reality, Quatre
knew that Duo Maxwell simply wanted to keep an eye on him.
“Hey, that’s a good idea!” said
Duo, jumping onto his feet. “Maybe a little snow now and that would make the
summer a little more fun.”
The look that Trowa gave Duo
made Quatre burst into laughter. The Heavyarms pilot, still holding that
he-can’t-be-seriously-considering-that look, finally gave Duo a glare that
would shrivel the summer flowers. “You’re mocking me,” he accused.
Duo put out his hands in mock defense.
“Hey, where’s your humor my friend?” He brightened, looking at the window.
“It’s a beautiful day. We surely need some smiles in this room… uh… after all
these workloads.” His nose wrinkled at Quatre’s paper-stacked desk.
Trowa, realizing what Duo was
trying to attempt, smiled at himself. Despite his annoying ways, Duo did manage
to make Quatre laugh. And he was thankful for that, for it seemed that Duo was
the only one who could make his surrogate brother smile. To see him smile and
laugh, Trowa was willing to do anything. Even enduring Duo’s ridicule.
Then Quatre’s smile died,
remembering that he still had some work to finish. He regarded Duo. “Is there
anything I can help you with?” he asked, straightening himself.
“Back to business, I see,” said
Duo, making his way towards Quatre. He shook his head. “Nah, I just stop by to
ask you to sign some papers. The shipment you requested has arrived this
morning,” he said, handing some papers. Then his eyes twinkled. “And of course,
to invite you to dinner tomorrow night.” He turned to Trowa. “And Hilde asked
me to invite you too if I see you here.”
“We’ll be there, Duo,” Quatre
answered for both of them. He signed the papers and then turned his attention
back to his paperwork. “If you guys excuse me, I should get back to work,” he
said, then turned to Trowa. “Erea has prepared a room for you back home. I
would leave now but…” He gestured helplessly at the stacks of papers.
Trowa nodded. “Just don’t be
late,” he reminded him. Then, he and Duo exited, leaving Quatre all alone.
>>>@@<<<
Quatre finished his work a
little later than he had anticipated. When he finally walked out of the office,
everything was silent. His employees had all left for home. Stepping outside,
Quatre noticed that the day had grown darker.
“You didn’t send for your
chauffeur, sir?” a voice asked from behind him.
He turned around to find the
security guard regarding him. He shook his head.
“No. I thought I would walk home
this evening,” he answered. Then looked at the darkening sky, dubiously. “I
guess, it doesn’t seemed like a good idea at the moment. My sister specifically
told me not to be late for dinner.”
“In that case, sir, perhaps I
should send for your chauffeur then.” The security guard then made his way back
to his post, where the phone was. “It’ll only take a minute, young sir.”
Quatre stopped him. “No, that’s
alright,
He waved back at him, smiling.
“I see you tomorrow too,
Quatre walked in silence. He
looked around him, at the people who were bustling and hustling to get home.
Smiling in amusement, he mused that perhaps these people did try to finish
their work on time like he did. Only to have miscalculated their timing.
Chuckling to himself, he
muttered. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’ll be having a late dinner.” He
glanced at his watch.
Despite the time, Quatre found
himself taking his sweet time walking back home. He hummed a nameless tune as
his thoughts went back to his life. Yes, he’s very happy. Mankind was finally
having its peaceful days despite the Telrhani guerilla attacks; he had his
family all around him, friends who cared for him, a girl who loved him with all
her heart. What more would a guy ask for?
Suddenly, his humming halted.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw it again. The all-too familiar flash of
red! Swiveling sharply, Quatre nearly collided with another pedestrian.
Muttering his apology, he craned his neck to find the flash of red.
There! Bobbing up and down as it
walked among some pedestrians.
Quickly, Quatre made his way
towards it, determined to settle down the thumping of his heart and proved that
he’s only seeing things. But although it was late, there were still many people
walking about on the road. Quatre found it even harder to catch up with the red
haired woman (yes, he’s established that once he saw the long hair). Still, he
continued on. His heart continued its thumping.
Then at a row of shops, he lost
her. Frustrated, Quatre craned his head around, hoping that the woman had
somehow entered one of the shops. Something in his heart told him what he had
just saw. That the way the woman wore her hair was the same as the person he once
knew. But now that she’d disappeared, he had no way of confirming his suspicion.
Suddenly, he felt his breath
caught in his throat. There, walking out of a shop on the other side of the
road was the person he had thought dead. Whose death had once tortured his days
and torment his dreams. The person who had sworn to protect him like old times.
“Kylie?” he found himself choke.
He tried to call out to her. To stop her from disappearing again but the large
lump in his throat was preventing him from speaking. He tried to move but found
his legs had been made out of lead.
“Kylie!” his voice finally
managed to croak. His eyes never left the young woman who was walking away.
“Kylie!” he called out but she never heard him. Then, he could once again move.
Quickly, Quatre ran towards the direction he had last saw her.
But to his disappointment, she
was gone.
However, he did notice that the
girl had looked at him when he called her name. He caught her look of surprise
when she heard the name. And he knew that she had recognized it before running
away.
“It can’t be,” he whispered to
himself. “It’s not possible.”
But it was true. Kylie, the love
of his life, was still alive. He had been dreaming about it, wishing for it but
when he finally gotten over his temporary insanity, he’d accepted the fact.
Kylie Rayden was gone. And now, when his life was finally in order, she came
back.
And from that day on, Quatre
knew his life would never be the same again.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hah, you think I would let Trowa die that easily?
Geez, I received so many feedbacks from you guys asking me why I killed Trowa
so early in the story. What happened in the prologue will be explained in the
later story. It will be a little twisted and confusing, but once you find out
the real thing, you won’t be confused and twisted, heh!! J
