Prologue

The door burst open and in walked Farfarello, the meanest, dirtiest, craziest villain in the West.
"What's it gonna be Omi?" he asked in that evil voice, waving his shotgun around,"You can die two ways. Quick like the tongue of a snake, or slower than the molasses in January."
But it was October!
"I'll kill you God damn it if it's the Fourth of July! Now where is it?" he yelled, aiming the gun right between my eyes. I glanced over at a dusty table and he took the hint.
"Get over there,"he commanded, and I walked over to the corner like he ordered. He picked up the long silver knife that was a priceless family heirloom, and tucked it into his pocket.
I told him to get out, now that he had what he wanted.
"Not quite angel," he smirked, spitting out a piece of chewing tabacco,"Take it off."
He indicated my shirt and I stepped back, but he pulled the shotgun up again and commanded,"Do it!"
I reached down to where the end of my shirt was, and lingered there for a few moments.
"Come on!" he said to me impatiently, shaking the shotgun to emphasize.
I slowly reached around the back and felt for the hidden, compact crossbow. When I found it I quickly grabbed it and shot him on the heart.
He gave one last cry of pain, before growling at me and falling to the floor dead.
And that was the end of Farfarello , the man who killed Aya, raped and murdered Ken, shot my dog, burned my shop, and stomped on my flowers!
I quickly ran out to my horse and jumped on, attempting to escape. But if there was one law of the West, assassins had partners.
But then, over the horizon, my beloved Youji appeared. After killing the three men in the blink of the eye, he signaled for me to come to him. I gently dug the heels of my shoes into the horse to get her moving, and I rode up to him. My heart leapt as we rode near, and I could barely wait to feel the warmth of his touch.
I leaped off of my horse and ran to him, letting him pick me up and twirl me around happily. He set me down and we passionately kissed, putting all of our pent up love into it. He then lifted me up onto his horse and got on behind me, and as we rode off into the sunset I knew that we would be together.....

"Forever,"Quatre typed in the word, and tears of pride ran down his face. He quickly pushed the enter key, and typed in 'The End.'
"Oh that's good," he smiled, and wiped at his nose with his hand before reaching for the tissue box. He frowned when he found it was empty, so he got up to find something else to use, and passed by the plaque that was his award for 'Best Romance Novelist of The Year.'
He went into the bathroom only to find no toilet paper, and saw a piece of paper taped to the wall reminding him to buy more.
Quatre walked into the kitchen and rolled his eyes when he found no paper towels either. He walked over to the mirror next to his phone and sighed at his appearance. The blond pulled a reminder to buy more tissue off of the wall and used it to wipe his nose, when he heard the balcony door creak open.
"I finished honey,"he grinned in pride,"Wanna celebrate?"
The orange and white cat meowed in reply, cuddling Quatre's leg.
"So do I."
A fire and a few candles were lit, and Quatre walked into the kitchen to find food for his cat. After opening a can of mushy cat food Quatre put it on a plate. He then pulled some parsley out of the fridge and put it on top.
"Romeo, Romeo, where art thou Romeo?" he asked, and the cat jumped onto the table between the couch and loveseat, meowing in reply. Quatre sat down the food and patted Romeo on the head.
"This was the most expensive food they had at the store," he whispered to his cat,"I spare no expense when celebrating."
Romeo meowed and started eating, and Quatre got up to get something for himself. He opened a glass cabinet and looked around the small bottles of drinks before picking one and pulling it out. Quatre frowned when it wouldn't open, and he got a corkscrew to open the tiny thing. He then poured the garnet liquid into a wine glass and walked back out into the living room, sitting on the couch.
The blond looked at the large posters that were blown up pictures of the covers of his books. He gazed at the one that showed a figure who's face was hidden from site, and raised his glass.
"Here's looking at you Youji, wherever you are," he said, and drank the small amount of alcohol that was in the glass. He coughed at the strength of it, and then smiled at the fire. Quatre threw the glass into the fireplace, and then looked at his cat.
"Are you finished?" he laughed and murmured a thankyou to Romeo before stealing the plate and throwing it into the fire too. He then picked his cat up and stroked his fur.
That was the extent of excitement in eighteen year old Quatre Winner's life.

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Quatre awoke on his couch to hear the phone ringing, and slowly picked it up.
"Hello?" he asked, but heard no one. He asked again, but then heard the person hang up and the dial tone come on. He put the phone back on the receiver and looked at the clock on the wall.
"Oh my God! Romeo is that the time?" he scrambled off of the couch and ran into his bedroom.
"Heero's gonna kill me!"
Five minutes later Quatre shut and locked his door, the novel he had just written tucked under his arm. He was wearing his normal brown slacks, long sleeve pink button up shirt, purple vest, and had a jacket on too.
Quatre walked over to the stairs, and smiled when he saw Mrs. Darlian.
"Hi!" he said cheerfully.
"Oh hi pumpkin," the old woman smiled, pulling her little suitcase on wheels behind her. Quatre stopped and sighed, before helping her drag the suitcase up.
"Mrs. Darlian why don't you use the elevator?"
"Oh I never use the elevator honey, you know, rapists," she said seriously, and he shook his head.
"So where are you headed to?" she asked him, and he sighed.
"To my publishers."
Mrs. Darlian pulled out a large brown envelope, and handed it to him.
"Mailman couldn't fit it into your box, so I told him I'd give it to you. That's some love letter," she smiled, and he laughed.
"Mrs. Darlian you're a tease," he replied, looking over the large envelope.
"I know, but I keep hoping,"she said, and walked down the hallway to her room. Quatre shook his head again and walked down the staircase to get outside.
The cold air felt refreshing on his face, and the blond walked down the road to find the restaurant they were supposed to meet at.
Within a few minutes he was bombarded with sales people, and the one infront had a monkey puppet.
"Hey there Mister! Wanna buy a monkey for your nephew? You're girlfriend will love it! It's kind of kinky you know? I'll sell it to you for ten dollars!" he rambled, and Quatre held his hands up.
"No thanks."
"Ok eight dollars! Bottom line!"
A person in all black walked past the two, and into the apartment building Quatre had just come from. They held a book, and on the back was a picture of a very stiff Quatre in a suit.
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The janitor sat the mop in the bucket, and put his hands on his hips when he saw a woman infront of one of the apartments.
"Hey miss! That's Mr. Winner's apartment, can I help you?"
The woman turned and glared at him, but managed a small smile.
"Excuse me,"she said, and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Get away from that door,"the janitor growled, before taking the paper,"what's this?"
The woman pulled out a knife and jammed it into the man, who made some gasping noises before falling to the ground.

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