My Liason With Quatre

Mandy looked at all her Quatre posters and sighed. His photos covered practically EVERY single visible inch of space in her bedroom. She would have stuck some on the toilet bowl, too, but only because Quatre didn’t deserve to be put someplace so demeaning. Besides, she already had the Quatre collector’s toilet-paper and toilet cover so she didn’t think that was necessary.

Looking into her bathroom mirror, she examined her reflection in the tiny spot visible, since Quatre’s photos were stuck all over the mirror, too, and touched up her blond hair. Just like Quatre, she sighed. She had a humoungous photo of Quatre’s face at a prestigious spot on her mirror, so that if you stood just the correct distance from it, it would seem that his face was right against yours.

Just then, the phone rang. Mandy went over and picked it up. Her phone was in the shape of Sandrock so it was kind of hard holding the clunky thing against her ear but what was one minor discomfort when the gundam that QUATRE used was against her face? “Hello?” she asked.

There was silence on the other end. That was odd, she thought, and was about to put it back down when static came on through. When the phone lines cleared, she heard someone on the other end say, “It’s Quatre. Quatre Raberba.”

Ooooooh! Who knew that Quatre’s voice would sound so deep and sexy? Heart pounding, she asked, “Yes?”

“Meet me…when the camel strikes noon.”

“What?”

Then the other end hung up. What was that all about? Mandy asked herself as she slowly put Sandrock down. Did Quatre want to meet her? Her? And what did he mean by “the camel strikes noon”? What did that imply?

Mandy went to her bookshelf and took down her handy-dandy “Winner’s Guide for the True Raberba Fan”. Flipping through the pages, she went to the section titled “Code-Name Definitions That Quatre Really Uses”, and looked up “camel”. She went down the list: “camel one hump”, “camel two humps”, “when the camel spits”…ah, there it was, “when the camel strikes noon”. According to the guide, that meant they were to meet…at a playground. Okay. She looked up the word “noon”, just in case. Oh. “Noon” meant “sunset”. Okay. When the camel strikes noon then. Wow, how exciting! She was actually going to meet THE Quatre! She sighed and fell back on her bed, having daydreams of Quatre for the rest of the afternoon.

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Mandy was sitting on a park bench, waiting. Around her, little children were beginning to leave with their parents now that the sun was setting.

Mandy looked at her watch, the one with the Quatre heads in place of numbers and Quatre’s body in place of the minute and second hands. 6:30. It was today, right? “When the camel strikes noon” was pretty vague. She started to really worry about whether he would arrive or not when a shadow loomed over her.
Panicked, she looked up.

A figure was standing RIGHT behind her. Woah, how could anyone have such silent feet? “Quatre?” she asked cautiously.

The person nodded and Mandy’s heart beat faster. It was really him! With a turban, of course, so she couldn’t really see his hair that well and a sash was covered across the bottom half of his face but his blue eyes practically shone in the darkness. She looked down. He was wearing full Arabian garb. His infamous pink shirt and purple vest must be under that.

“Quatre---?”

Quatre held a finger against where his mouth would have been, implying silence. Mandy nodded and, taking her hand, Quatre led her to the air base close by. Wow, Quatre was actually holding her hand! Of course she would never wash that hand ever again. Quatre Raberba Winner had touched it!

Mandy was led to…a private helicopter, wow! Taking a seat on the pilot’s side, Quatre directed Mandy to the passenger seat beside him. Mandy looked around. Wow, all these buttons and switches and stuff, she would never be able to learn all this in a million years!

Quatre seemed to know what he was doing, though. She was surprised that they didn’t have an escort or something, since Quatre never went anywhere without at least 70 Maganacs backing him up. Quatre must really want this to be secret, then. She shivered in excitement. How mysterious!

Quatre started the helicopter and they rose up into the air. Quatre still hadn’t said anything to her yet so Mandy started.

“So, how did you ever find me?” she asked.

She didn’t think Quatre was going to say anything at first, since he seemed so busy concentrating on flying but, in the same deep, sexy voice, answered, “I know that you are my number one fan, Mandy. Information shows that you have bought every single piece of item related to me and, therefore, I am showing my appreciation of you by inviting you to dine with me tonight. In the desert.”

Wow, in the desert? How romantic! Then Quatre zipped his mouth shut as he bought the helicopter down and carefully landed in between two sand dunes. They got out.

There had been a campfire already prepared for them and Quatre went into the helicopter and took out several packets of uncooked food and eating utensils. While he was doing that, Mandy took a seat by the campfire and warmed up her legs. She was only wearing her shorts and she completely forgot how cold desert nights could be.

Quatre came up to her and took a seat beside her, giving her some food and they sat there and cooked that for awhile. He was still wearing his turban and outfit. She began to wish that she had an Arabian outfit too, and rubbed her arms to keep them warm.

“Are you cold?” Quatre asked.

Mandy nodded, shivering, and Quatre took the cape he was wearing and swung it around her so that they were now sharing one. Mandy sighed. Who knew snuggling with Quatre could be so nice!

Their food crackled, telling them that it was ready, and Quatre and Mandy ate in silence. There were about a million things that she wanted to ask him, but he didn’t seem in a mood for talking just yet. Oh, well, there was always time after dinner.

When they finished, they lay back on the sand and looked up at the stars. Quatre was holding her hand again and it was oh so warm!

“Don’t the stars look beautiful tonight?” Quatre asked, something she more or less expected him to say. Mandy quickly agreed, then Quatre shuffled a little closer and looked at her. Wow, those blue eyes were so wonderful.

Quatre reached up and began to undo the button that tied the sash across his nose and mouth. Now, she would get to see his face!

Quatre came even closer and Mandy suddenly realized that he was going to kiss her. Mandy sighed in contentment and closed her eyes and prepared for the smooch that would last a lifetime.

From on top of the sand dune came a loud spitting noise and Mandy and Quatre paused, interrupted when a camel appeared. It began slowly walking towards them, kicking sand away with its feet. On top of the camel was a rider.

Quatre quickly sat up and Mandy did so also, frowning at the intrusion. The rider was wearing a full Arabian garb too.

The camel stopped in front of them. The rider reached up and took off his turban and sash.

Blond hair shone in the firelight. The figure turned to look at Mandy. Their eyes met.

It was Quatre! But…how could it be?

Mandy looked at the person standing next to her, and the person she thought was Quatre started shuffling away from the fire.

“I don’t understand,” Mandy began.

Quatre, the real Quatre, came over to her. He looked exactly as she thought he would look, except a hundred times better than those dinky posters. “Are you okay?” he asked her with a worried expression on his face. She just loved it when he did that!

“Yes,” she answered, “but….”

They both looked over to the other Quatre. The other Quatre, shaking his head, finally took off his turban and…

“Duo!” Quatre cried.

Duo’s braid fell out from beneath the turban as he shook his head, letting his hair fall loose. He looked at them both sheepishly. “Hi,” he said, giving a little wave.

“Duo! How could you?” Quatre asked, marching over to him. Mandy quickly grabbed Quatre’s arm back to prevent him from attacking Duo.

“What, I only wanted to have fun for one night!” Duo answered, already taking off the rest of his stolen Arabian garb and revealing his minister’s outfit underneath.

“But you don’t have to do it to my fans!” Quatre called back.

“But…,” Duo looked down, then shyly looked back up, “…she’s so pretty.” Mandy blushed.

“Still, that’s no excuse!” Quatre said. “Come, Mandy,” he said, “let us leave this cheat.” Quatre brought Mandy over to the helicopter and they got in. Quatre started flipping some controls.

“But…what about me?” Duo cried.

Quatre continued flipping the controls and raised the helicopter into the air. Before they left, he called down, “The camel can accompany you.” Then they flew off.

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Mandy had a wonderful time with Quatre that night, the REAL Quatre. They hung out by a lagoon and of course Quatre was all he seemed and more. They shared plenty of kisses together and Mandy went home, happy and content. She had Quatre’s phone number.

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Duo crouched down by the dying fire, shivering. He tugged the Arabian cloak over his shoulders in an attempt to keep warm but it turned out that these things only looked cool, and served no purpose whatsoever in preventing one from freezing.

The camel came over to him and started rubbing its nose against his head. Duo irritatingly brushed it away. Then the camel stopped and stared at him. “What are YOU looking at?” Duo asked it, miserable.

The camel answered him by spitting at his feet and Duo jumped back, lest he get his shoes all wet.

Duo sighed. This was going to be a LONG night.