"Come on Quatre! We're late enough as it is!" Iria hollered as she dragged her brother by the arm to the docks. Quatre struggled to keep up with the woman with a small suitcase in one hand, jacked and violin case in the other, and all the while trying to keep his glasses from falling off the bridge of his nose. He and his older sister were finally returning home after studying two and a half years in Europe, that is if they made it to their ship on time.
"Slow down Iria! I can hardly keep up!" The younger blonde called to his sister.
"We're almost there!"
The two finally reached their dock, only to see a huge crowd and an empty ship. Iria and Quatre stopped once they reached the edge of the crowd.
"Why isn't anyone boarding?" Quatre asked.
"I don't know…" Iria stood on the tips of her toes to see if anything had happened. She strolled up to a stranger with a small black ponytail pulled to the back of his head and tapped him softly on the shoulder. "Excuse me, sir, but what's the hold up?"
The man turned around and looked at the blonde woman standing before him. His features revealed the man to be somewhat exotic while scholarly at the same time.
"There seems to be a mix-up with weight calculations." The man said. "The cargo plus the weight of all the passengers can't be contained by that ship alone. It's typical for an Englishman to make such a mistake." He emphasized his statement with a wave of his hand.
"Don't mind him. He criticizes anything and everything." A woman stepped in, taking her place beside her companion. "I'm Chang Sally, and this is my husband Wufei." The man with the black hair gave a slight nod.
"I'm Iria Winner," Iria introduced, holding out a hand to Sally and Wufei. They both shook. "And this is my brother, Quatre."
"How do you do?" he said shyly, shaking their hands.
"Well, I'd be much better if I were on my way to America right about now." Sally laughed.
"So what happens now?" Iria asked.
"The captain is arranging another ship to take the passengers while this ship takes the cargo and a select number of passengers." Wufei stated. "I suspect that it'll only be an hour of so off of our scheduled departure."
"That means another hour away from home…" Quatre sighed. The small blonde longed to return home to his mother. Had Iria not accompanied him in Europe, he would have returned a long time ago.
"He's just a little home sick." Iria explained. "We've been away from home for two years to study the lifestyle in Europe."
"Same with us." Sally said. "We're heading to the Americas to study their ways." She turned to Quatre. "Don't worry, love. You'll be home in no time." She have Quatre an assuring smile in which he returned. She turned back to Iria and engaged her in a conversation about their travels. Wufei joined in aw well, and the three were soon lost in a deep discussion about English hospitality.
Quatre watched the couple carefully. Wufei seemed to be serious about all he spoke of, clearly trying to prove whatever points he tries to make. Sally, in Quatre's eyes, seemed to be the opposite of her companion. She seemed very relaxed and laughed every now and again at a comment made be her spouse even when he's being serious. But even though they had their differences, love was still clearly shining within each other's eyes. They appeared to be a perfect example of yin and yang.
'I wonder if I'll ever find what they have…' Quatre thought.
He began to scan the crowd. Being small in size, Quatre couldn't really see past the back of everyone's head. He spotted a boy his age with a very long braid that went a little bit past his hip. Quatre noted that this boy was filled with energy, always wearing a broad grin that made his violet eyes twinkle. Quatre turned his attention to a very burly man whose face was hidden by a thick beard. His attention was then caught be three giggling girls who walked off, pointing at someone or something in the distance. Quatre then spotted a man in the back of the crowd. He was sitting at a table, concentrating on something Quatre couldn't see. His face was partially hidden behind a mask of chestnut brown bangs, giving this man an air of mystery.
Quatre blinked, his jaw dropping slightly. 'He's gorgeous…'
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I do not own the GW characters.
Itine is short for itinerant which means 'travels from place to place'. I made a change to this chapter since one reviewer pointed out that Sally would be introduced as Chang Sally. There...I fixed it.