1 Bravest Eyes
Written By: Kattie
Prologue: You Can't Forget Love and Pride
Disclaimer: No- I don't own Gundam. But if I ever do- you'll be the first ones to hear about it ^^.
After Colony 187- 2300 Hours
The hustle and bustle of the day had ended hours ago with the coming of night. What was usually a hurried, hard-at-work colony was now a haven for sleeping. All of the people in the colony slept peacefully, regaining energy to use the next day.
But it was different at the Winner Mansion. Servants with the graveyard shift hurried about the house, getting it ready for the next day. Several servants were cleaning the kitchen even hours after the meal. It had been a large feast, celebrating Mr. Winner's young son's 7th birthday. There had been a great deal of happiness, especially on little Quatre's part, which made everyone else happy. Mr. Winner had actually taken the day off to spend with his son.
Although Quatre had received many presents, it was obvious what made him happiest was being able to be with his father the entire day. Throughout the day, he would smile up at Mr. Winner with an innocent look in his eyes. Refusing to leave his father, he had eaten his cake on his father's lap, which made for great photographs.
Quatre had long been sleeping, with a content sort of smile on his lips. His dreams were filled with pleasant images from the day, mostly of his father. Every once and a while he would laugh quietly but sweetly in his sleep. A servant watched from the doorway with a smile.
'Young master is so cuuute!' She cooed in her mind.
A hand on her shoulder caused her to tense up immediately. She quickly turned around and found herself face to face with Mr. Winner. "Uh… S-sir," She smiled innocently, "Just making sure the young master was alright."
Mr. Winner smiled back at her. "He's fine, Gabrielle. You should go home. It's late."
Gabrielle curtsied to him. "If you don't need anything else. Have a nice rest, sir."
"You too." Mr. Winner replied, closing Quatre's door.
The young maid slipped down the stairs and said goodbye to the other servants before getting her things together and leaving the house.
Mr. Winner went back to his desk to catch up on all of the work he'd gotten behind on for taking the day off. "Good thing birthday's are only once a year." He muttered under his breath, even though he knew that the day had been one of the best in a long time. It had done him good to see his son smile so much. Just remembering his son's happiness made him grin.
Quatre was such a gentle child, he loved everyone and every creature. A maid had once tried to kill a spider in the kitchen but Quatre wouldn't let her. He scooped up the small, 8-legged bug and carried it outside.
"Be careful." The young boy had told the spider.
The maid had asked him, "Sir, why do you worry so much about a spider? It's just a bug."
Quatre had looked back at the woman, a little big angry. "Every living thing has a right to continue living. People shouldn't decide which creatures are worthier to live than others. We aren't God."
It had been a wise sentiment for a young boy, but it had proved only the beginning. Quatre was not only kind, but he was smart, very smart. As soon as Quatre learned to play chess, he excelled at it. He learned to read when he was 3, while other children were still learning exactly how their feet worked. It was just the way Quatre was. He found joy in different things than other children his age.
And Mr. Winner found happiness in Quatre's. It would be a wonderful life if it could continue this way. But of course, what kind of fanfiction would just talk about a happy life the whole way through? It would be a little boring, nee?
Mr. Winner looked over his photographs, spending a little more time staring at one of Quatre smiling up at the person taking the picture. The little boy made you jealous of whoever was lucky enough to capture this happiness on film, who just happened to be a servant, much to Mr. Winner's jealousy.
"Oh my God!" A feminine voice screamed from downstairs. The scream was followed by sobbing.
His heart beating double time in his chest, Mr. Winner ran to the first floor of the mansion. "What's wrong?" he asked.
The maid who had screamed was now being held by another maid trying to comfort her.
"Honey, what's the matter? Tell master now." The other maid told the woman in distress.
The crying maid looked up at Mr. Winner with eyes filled to the brim with tears. "M-Mr. Winner!" She yelled. "Sh-She's dead!"
"What?" The other maid asked, her eyes widening.
"I-I was going home and… and… she's dead! Right outside! W-With a… a… knife in h-h-her back… They killed Gabrielle!"
Both maids were now sobbing, embracing each other in their sadness.
Mr. Winner just stared at them, trying to register this. "Go take care of the children!" he yelled to a group of less upset servants. "And call the police!"
"Y-yes, sir." One said, hurrying up the stairs.
The wealthy businessman stepped outside of his house, bringing a revolver with him. He could see Gabrielle's body immediately. It lay lifeless on the pavement about 100 feet ahead of him. Running to her, Mr. Winner crouched by her side and took her pulse. She was definitely dead.
"Sir!" A voice called from the door. "You'd better come here!"
The sound of the servants' voice put Mr. Winner on edge. Taking a second to look back at Gabrielle's body, he raced back to the house, loading his gun.
"What is it? What happened?" He asked, looking deeply into the man's eyes.
"Sir… I'm-I'm so sorry… He's gone, sir. Quatre-san's gone."
Mr. Winner's eyes opened wide and he searched the man's eyes, hoping with all he was worth that he'd find a hint of mirth. This had to be a joke. "Gone?… As in…"
"He's… been kidnapped, sir… They left a ransom note …here." The servant handed him an envelope with his name on it. "I-I'm sorry, sir." Tears welled up in the man's eyes.
Mr. Winner took the envelope and read the letter inside. Panic and fear showed in his emotions and a droplet of sweat trickled down his face. "DAMN IT! Damn them!" He ripped up the letter and threw the pieces to the floor. "Not again!"
***In the Present***
Quatre tossed and turned on the couch as the horrid memories filled his dreams. The covers were wrapped around him several times from the movement and were drenched with sweat. "Let me go…" he muttered in his sleep. "LET ME GO!"
End of Prologue-
Well if you liked- please review or maybe e-mail me at [email protected]. I don't really appreciate flames but if you have constructive criticism feel free to send it to me. ^^ I can always edit. Thank you so much for your time huggles. May whatever celestial being you believe or don't believe in bless you!
Written By: Kattie
Prologue: You Can't Forget Love and Pride
Disclaimer: No- I don't own Gundam. But if I ever do- you'll be the first ones to hear about it ^^.
After Colony 187- 2300 Hours
The hustle and bustle of the day had ended hours ago with the coming of night. What was usually a hurried, hard-at-work colony was now a haven for sleeping. All of the people in the colony slept peacefully, regaining energy to use the next day.
But it was different at the Winner Mansion. Servants with the graveyard shift hurried about the house, getting it ready for the next day. Several servants were cleaning the kitchen even hours after the meal. It had been a large feast, celebrating Mr. Winner's young son's 7th birthday. There had been a great deal of happiness, especially on little Quatre's part, which made everyone else happy. Mr. Winner had actually taken the day off to spend with his son.
Although Quatre had received many presents, it was obvious what made him happiest was being able to be with his father the entire day. Throughout the day, he would smile up at Mr. Winner with an innocent look in his eyes. Refusing to leave his father, he had eaten his cake on his father's lap, which made for great photographs.
Quatre had long been sleeping, with a content sort of smile on his lips. His dreams were filled with pleasant images from the day, mostly of his father. Every once and a while he would laugh quietly but sweetly in his sleep. A servant watched from the doorway with a smile.
'Young master is so cuuute!' She cooed in her mind.
A hand on her shoulder caused her to tense up immediately. She quickly turned around and found herself face to face with Mr. Winner. "Uh… S-sir," She smiled innocently, "Just making sure the young master was alright."
Mr. Winner smiled back at her. "He's fine, Gabrielle. You should go home. It's late."
Gabrielle curtsied to him. "If you don't need anything else. Have a nice rest, sir."
"You too." Mr. Winner replied, closing Quatre's door.
The young maid slipped down the stairs and said goodbye to the other servants before getting her things together and leaving the house.
Mr. Winner went back to his desk to catch up on all of the work he'd gotten behind on for taking the day off. "Good thing birthday's are only once a year." He muttered under his breath, even though he knew that the day had been one of the best in a long time. It had done him good to see his son smile so much. Just remembering his son's happiness made him grin.
Quatre was such a gentle child, he loved everyone and every creature. A maid had once tried to kill a spider in the kitchen but Quatre wouldn't let her. He scooped up the small, 8-legged bug and carried it outside.
"Be careful." The young boy had told the spider.
The maid had asked him, "Sir, why do you worry so much about a spider? It's just a bug."
Quatre had looked back at the woman, a little big angry. "Every living thing has a right to continue living. People shouldn't decide which creatures are worthier to live than others. We aren't God."
It had been a wise sentiment for a young boy, but it had proved only the beginning. Quatre was not only kind, but he was smart, very smart. As soon as Quatre learned to play chess, he excelled at it. He learned to read when he was 3, while other children were still learning exactly how their feet worked. It was just the way Quatre was. He found joy in different things than other children his age.
And Mr. Winner found happiness in Quatre's. It would be a wonderful life if it could continue this way. But of course, what kind of fanfiction would just talk about a happy life the whole way through? It would be a little boring, nee?
Mr. Winner looked over his photographs, spending a little more time staring at one of Quatre smiling up at the person taking the picture. The little boy made you jealous of whoever was lucky enough to capture this happiness on film, who just happened to be a servant, much to Mr. Winner's jealousy.
"Oh my God!" A feminine voice screamed from downstairs. The scream was followed by sobbing.
His heart beating double time in his chest, Mr. Winner ran to the first floor of the mansion. "What's wrong?" he asked.
The maid who had screamed was now being held by another maid trying to comfort her.
"Honey, what's the matter? Tell master now." The other maid told the woman in distress.
The crying maid looked up at Mr. Winner with eyes filled to the brim with tears. "M-Mr. Winner!" She yelled. "Sh-She's dead!"
"What?" The other maid asked, her eyes widening.
"I-I was going home and… and… she's dead! Right outside! W-With a… a… knife in h-h-her back… They killed Gabrielle!"
Both maids were now sobbing, embracing each other in their sadness.
Mr. Winner just stared at them, trying to register this. "Go take care of the children!" he yelled to a group of less upset servants. "And call the police!"
"Y-yes, sir." One said, hurrying up the stairs.
The wealthy businessman stepped outside of his house, bringing a revolver with him. He could see Gabrielle's body immediately. It lay lifeless on the pavement about 100 feet ahead of him. Running to her, Mr. Winner crouched by her side and took her pulse. She was definitely dead.
"Sir!" A voice called from the door. "You'd better come here!"
The sound of the servants' voice put Mr. Winner on edge. Taking a second to look back at Gabrielle's body, he raced back to the house, loading his gun.
"What is it? What happened?" He asked, looking deeply into the man's eyes.
"Sir… I'm-I'm so sorry… He's gone, sir. Quatre-san's gone."
Mr. Winner's eyes opened wide and he searched the man's eyes, hoping with all he was worth that he'd find a hint of mirth. This had to be a joke. "Gone?… As in…"
"He's… been kidnapped, sir… They left a ransom note …here." The servant handed him an envelope with his name on it. "I-I'm sorry, sir." Tears welled up in the man's eyes.
Mr. Winner took the envelope and read the letter inside. Panic and fear showed in his emotions and a droplet of sweat trickled down his face. "DAMN IT! Damn them!" He ripped up the letter and threw the pieces to the floor. "Not again!"
***In the Present***
Quatre tossed and turned on the couch as the horrid memories filled his dreams. The covers were wrapped around him several times from the movement and were drenched with sweat. "Let me go…" he muttered in his sleep. "LET ME GO!"
End of Prologue-
Well if you liked- please review or maybe e-mail me at [email protected]. I don't really appreciate flames but if you have constructive criticism feel free to send it to me. ^^ I can always edit. Thank you so much for your time huggles. May whatever celestial being you believe or don't believe in bless you!