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~*I just read it over, friends and... well.. I'm not good at writing happy things. However, if you want me to continue with this bit of insanity... well..... R&R. Or if you have a BETTER idea for something happy.... PLEASE R&R. hehe*
~Prologue~
Quatre Winner was everything a girl could want. There's no simplier way to put it. Quatre Winner was the type of guy that your mother use to dream you'd meet. Quatre Winners innocent beauty was the sort of thing you thought only Apollo himself were allowed to possess! You could almost see Quatre Winner sitting upon Mount Olympus, beautiful Aphrodite under his arm, commanding the sun to rise and fall with a mere flick of his wrist, while chewing innocently on a dried peice of Ambrosia. Hell, if Quatre Winner *wanted* to... he could just buy the Ambrosia now! He was insanely rich... rolling in money practically! He was known for donating millions of dollars to any charity who happened to breathe in his general direction. Quatre Winner was also a gentleman. Never has an unkind word passed those fair lips of his. Some weren't sure if he even *knew* how to insult someone. He would have made the most chivalrous knight blush with embarassment with the way Quatre Winner would treat a lady. It was his mission to make every woman he happened to be sitting with giggling like school child... and it wasn't hard for him either. Quatre Winner had a stronger following of girls than any of those Pop Stars back in the 21st century. However, like any perfect man, there was that question that followed him where ever he happened to go.
"Is he uhh... 'a little light in the loafers?'"
"Is he... uhm... you know....'a little loose in the wrist?'"
"Is that guy... er... sorta... 'playing for the other team?'"
Quatre Winner's sexual preference was unknown... which made for very awkward match making for outsiders.
"Uhm...Mr. Winner? I'd like you to meet my daughter.... AND my son! Which one do you think is most attractive?!"
Even Quatre's closest friends were unaware of the young millionaire's choice of gender.
"I think it's the pink shirt that gives it away..."
"Are you nuts, Wu Fei? Did you *see* the way he was treating that last girl in blue?!"
"Forget the girl, Maxwell! Look how close he's talking with that red headed guy over there!"
However, it would appear, that Quatre Winner was completely unaware of the supicion that was hovering around his love life. Unaware... or didn't care.... either way, Quatre Winner didn't let anyone know either way. For all they knew he was completely oblivious. So what did this mean for Quatre Winner? Take a moment to read on, if you are so inclined too. If you are one of the few who happened to have been mention above.... perhaps..... all your questions could be answered.