Gift Ficcie! Sort of...

[windandwater]

This is for Irasema's sisters, who have been corrupted utterly to the sheer coolness of Gundam Wing. Aoi-chan, you might wanna read this, too.

The idea for this bit me in the ass at 9AM and hasn't let me go. It's not proofed, there's probably tons of spelling mistakes, and I need more description. But, I think it's good. I'll clean it up later. I still can't believe I wrote this though. You'll see why.

Quatre action up ahead!



"Quatre Raberba Winner."

The blond nodded courteously. "Dorothy Catolonia."

"I'm so flattered you remembered my name."

"How could I ever forget?"

"I'm shocked, really. What are you doing at a sundry trade tariff meeting when you should be with your lover? It *is* Valentine's Day, after all."

"I could ask the same question of you, Miss Catalonia."

"Ah. But that question is easily answered. I am simply filling in for Miss Relena. She takes far too much on her shoulders and scheduled to be at two places at once. And as amazing as our Vice Foreign Minister is, even *she* cannot break the laws of physics. And I shall see her later tonight in Prague, once this silly meeting is over."

"Prague? So Miss Relena is attending the humanitarian summit?"

"You seem surprised."

"No, not really. I just thought she would be attending the Mars Colony talks in Buenos Aires."

"Who's to say that she won't?"

Quatre just smiled. "Then perhaps I will run into her there. I, too, will be leaving directly after this meeting."

"To visit your lover?"

"Would it disappoint you if I said yes?"

"Who said I would be glad if you said no?"

With a soft sound that was halfway between a sigh and a laugh, Quatre finished organizing his files. "I am surprised that after the Wars you would end up being Miss Relena's major domo."

"A notable attempt at changing the subject, Master Winner. One that I shall overlook at this moment and answer your unsaid question." Dorothy clasped her hands behind her back and strolled over to the large picture window, gazing out over the business sector of New Berlin. "I have had a slight... change of mind over the way I view the world."

"You don't say? Does this mean that you no longer think war is beautiful? Miss Relena *does* advocate peace."

Dorothy shot Quatre an unreadable look before gazing out of the window yet again. "Hm. Perhaps a strict change of view is not appropriate. I merely... look at things differently. War is beautiful because it is fought, because people believe in an ideal and would give their lives up for it. It is the struggle of the people that makes war beautiful, Master Winner, but not just war itself. So, I still believe that war is beautiful under those limitations. More appropriately, I now believe that conflict is beautiful. It strengthens the human soul and gives a person something to strive for. That is beautiful."

Quatre nodded slightly, crossing the room to stand beside the blonde woman. "And I still believe that people should not have to fight at all. Not if it can be helped. There is so much to turn to before taking up arms and killing."

"And you would be an expert in that," Dorothy said softly.

Quatre winced. "And I would say the same of you," he replied, his hand unconsciously drifting to his stomach, rubbing idly against a long healed scar.

Dorothy saw the motion, her pale blue eyes drifting down to where Quatre's pale hand stood in contrast to his dark linen suit. Tossing her long silvery blonde hair, Dorothy watched the people far below her going about their daily business. "Perhaps. But you cannot argue that for a person to have enough conviction to fight for what they believe in... for them to turn against the world that has raised them... to sway the masses... that takes a special, strong type of person."

"No, Miss Catalonia. I cannot argue with that at all."

"So now you see why I love Miss Relena so. She has that sort of strength... to lead the world to a place where there will be no more bloddshed. Where there will be peace."

"But I thought..."

"You assumed. War is beautiful, yes. But now... now I see that peace is beautiful as well. And conflict exists in both worlds, whether it is a soldier wielding a sword in battle or a farmer who tills the soil. There is conflict everywhere, Master Winner."

"And only by overcoming such daily trials does the human soul achieve true beauty. There is truth in your words, Miss Catalonia." Quatre sighed, his eyes travelling up to the placid blue sky. "I wondered, once, what I was doing piloting a Gundam. I was only one person and I did not know of the existence of the other Gundam pilots at the time. I wondered what, exactly, one person could do in bringing down a world regime. There were so many times that I thought my battles would be hopeless... that I was throwing my life away for a dream."

"Then why didn't you stop?" Dorothy prompted gently.

"Precisely because I *was* fighting for a dream. I believed that the colonies should be free of outside influences, whether the Alliance or OZ. I didn't want to see the colonies bathed in unneccessary bloodshed. I took up the battle to protect, even if it meant dirtying my hands in the process. Strangely enough, I nearly killed Trowa before I realized that my actions were *not* in vain."

"So, you also believed that to struggle against conflict was a worthy effort."

"Yes."

They two blondes stood side by side, framed by the large picture window with the afternoon sunshine streaming in. As the minutes passed by neither spoke but they both seemed to understand each other. Finally, the spell was broken and they both moved out of the spacious office and towards the wooden door. As Quatre held the door open for Dorothy to step out before him, the blond woman stopped on the threshold, one pale hand clutching the doorframe.

"Master Winner?"

"Yes, Miss Catalonia?"

"Why *are* you at this meeting?"

Quatre blinked. "To follow the latest tariff legislation, of course."

"Oh, posh. I'm sure you have other members and advisors to WEI in the meeting at this very moment. We *are* over and hour late for opening proceeding, you know."

"And if I may ask, why are *you* at this meeting, Miss Catalonia?"

"Why, what are you implying, Master Winner?"

"I'm sure that both you and Miss Relena have qualified delegates standing in the meeting as well. Since you are so aware of our tardiness and yet did not say anything about it, that begs the question that you are here for other purposes. I don't think you came all the way to New Berlin just to talk philosophy with me."

With a slight smile, Dorothy leaned up on her toes so that she could look Quatre in the eyes. "Would it make you glad if I said yes?"

Quatre just leaned down to stare into Dorothy's pale grey eyes. "Who said I would be disappointed if you said no?"

"A wonderful answer."

And Dorothy leaned up slightly, brushing her lips across Quatre's briefly. The kiss between the two was short and not unpleasant. It held the whisper of a promise. Or perhaps an understanding. As they broke off, they smiled at each other.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Quatre. Please tell Trowa Barton hello for me."

"And may you have a wonderful Valentine's Day as well, Dorothy. Give Miss Relena my regards."

The blondes both stepped out of the office. Out in the hallway they shared a look before heading off in opposite directions.

Comments

[alfaplus.livejournal.com]

"Oops. I didn't know that I'd confuse anyone with this LJ entry. I'm talking about American football, not what everyone in the world knows as football (ie: soccer).

Besides... I like rugby.

^_^"

I know that:that's why I said "Soccer rulexz!!!"

Great post!!!