A Matter of Heart: Heirs to the Legacy By: Andrea Readwolf
Email: andrea_readwolf@hotmail.com
Rating: YA/fluff
Pairings: YMC Fam (Yuy-Maxwell-Chang Family: Trinity, Mara Jade, and Dylan);
Winner Fam (Quatre + Trowa, Triton&Tristan, and little sis Calista);
Peacecraft Family (Zechs Marquise/Milliard + Lucrezia/Noin Peacecraft, Kit/Katarynna, Adrian, and Nicolette/Nicole); Mazzolla Family (Mariemeia + Jake Mazzolla {OC}, Julien); Catalonia-Dorian Family (Dorothy Catalonia + Relena Dorian, Regina); Une-Po Family (Lady Une + Sally Po, Marie Une*, Michael Braddocks, Mark Braddocks, Matthew Braddocks)
Archive: Yes- www.gwaddiction.com
Warnings: The following story contains scenes that are humorous, sappy, fluff, with Incoherence, random PoV switching, and Sexual innuendos abound. Original Characters are presented; all characters are IC according to the author's interpretation of them. Mainly heterosexual situations, with hints of YAOI and YURI.
Spoilers: Previous Matter of Heart Series Arc stories: "Dance of the Heart" Arc and "Oh Baby, Baby" Arc. Built off of "Traditions".
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed and adored.
Acknowledgements: There have been some wonderful people who have made my sojourn in GW-fanfiction more than just enjoyable and have inspired me to write, write, and write some more. Thank you.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes. References to printed texts, films, sitcoms, musical pieces, and/or other fanfictions don't belong to the author either. Original Characters, including but not limited too, the Berh Siblings, Jake Mazzolla and "the chibis", are original and hence, the author's own creation.
Notes: This is the story of the children, the nine children of the 6 gundam pilots (Heero-Zechs) plus the grandchild of Treize Khushrenada. This story will not focus primarily on the characters from the series, but rather, the generation after them. This story is not for all die-hard fans, but runs along the lines of a more original piece.
***These stories and the ideas contained within are copyright of the author. No reprinting or posting without permission of said author. ***
~Bridgelight 207AC ~
She was humming a tune that had no recorded melody, happily coloring the sidewalk with pretty pictures. She planned on showing them to her father when he came home. Her mother was inside, talking on the phone, and from the sound that made it through the double-paned window, her mommy wasn't very happy. Still, little Katarynna Peacecraft continued to color, blissfully ignoring everything except the patch of sidewalk in front of her.
"Green," her little brother's insistent voice demanded.
The dark-haired girl sighed, rolled her eyes, but snatched up and rolled the colored chalk in question towards her baby brother's direction. She turned back to her picture, but the image was obscured by a pair of shiny black shoes. She looked up, up, up until her head was tilted back, squinting into a strange man's face.
"That's a pretty drawing, princess," the man said, his voice sounding funny to her young ears. "Is it for your daddy?" Numbly, Kit nodded, still staring, mouth-agape, at the stranger. "Is your daddy home right now?"
Her dark head began to shake in negative reply when the kitchen door was thrown open and banged shut, her mother storming up to the trio.
"State your name and business for being here, now." The hard snap of her mother's voice drew Kit's attention away from the stranger to her mother, standing in the space between Kit and her baby brother. Blue eyes widened with surprise and fear when the shiny thing in her mother's hand registered in her mind as a gun.
"Please," the stranger was saying as he raised his hands in a defenseless position. "There is no need for weapons, m'lady."
"This is private property," her mother said angrily. "As far as I'm concerned you're trespassing."
"This property belongs to Sank," the man retorted, removing his spectacles and pulling a cherkeif from his pocket to clean the lenses.
The was the click of the handgun cocking into position. "I suggest you state your name and your business real quick, mister."
"Please, Lady Lucrezia," the man seemed slightly nervous now. "Surely you wouldn't shoot another human being in front of children...?"
"It wouldn't be the first time."
"Rupert Burke, my lady," the stranger replied hastily. "I have been commissioned to come here and... and.... And... His highness. I'm here to speak with his highness."
"Kit. Take Adrian and go inside, please."
"But-" the child began to protest.
"Now."
Mommy was in a very bad mood, the child decided, climbing to her feet and grabbing her little brother by the wrist to tug him inside behind her.
"You have two very beautiful children," she heard the strange man say in his strange voice as she and Adrian walked back to the kitchen.
"You just keep your eyes off them," her mother snapped at the man. And then the door closed shut between them and Kit could hear no more.
Upstairs, in the schoolroom, little Adrian played with his letters and numbers while Kit pretended to read. Really, she was straining to hear more of the stranger and her mother. She was surprised when the man was allowed into the house and locked inside her father's study. More surprised when her father came home earlier than expected. Voices raised through the floors, carried up stairways, and she could hear her father yelling. It scared her. Daddy never yelled...
It was late afternoon when the man finally left. Kit ran to the window to look down at them-the stranger and her father. Her father was yelling again, but she couldn't hear what. Curious, she cracked the window open.
"Don't come back here. I don't ever want to see you or any of your kind here ever again. Don't come near my children; don't come near my wife. If I see any of you again in less than twenty years, I swear I'll finish what was started twelve years ago. Homeland or not. I'll make it so there's nothing *left* to lead!"
Kit was terrified-she'd never heard her father so angry! Quickly, she closed the window, and her eyes searched out the large calendar hanging behind the door. March 15th.
True to word, the men from her father's homeland did not come again until twenty years had passed. To the day.
End Prologue
Andrea Readwolf
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