Cry for the Dream
~~~ Vixen & Angelight88's Notes: Hey all! We're here co writing a fic! It's going to be fun! Stayed tuned! Our fic will be different, a coalition of both our knowledge of writing, love for Serena and Hiiro as a couple, and love for fanfiction in general. All right, on with the show! ~~~
WE (well, Vixen at least) DO NOT BELIVE IN DISCLAIMERS!
Rating: R - to be on the safe side, neither of us is sure of where this is going. No hentai, but there may be violence and lime, depending.
Chapter One: Fall From Grace
*The humidity in the room was rising each minute. Sweat poured down her forehead, and a few of the salty drops made their way into her eyes, stinging them. Taking only a few seconds to wipe her eyes, she continued with her careful work. Very slowly, she looked at the voodoo doll. Grinning evilly, she slowly ran the doll through the fire once more. And another time. And yet another. When the back of the doll was nicely blackened, she finally let up.
Relena was a having a wonderful day. Soon she would have gotten rid of the opposition to her new plans for the city. As the city representative, she had to think of what was best for the city. And what was best for the city was for its people to listen solely to her. It was almost too easy, what with her 'influential' power over almost everyone. No one could oppose her idea to tear down the old city and build it up as a new, more technologically sound, social hub. All she had to do was make sure that that girl, that Ami Mizuno, never had the chance to present the defense for the city to remain untouched and as it was at the moment.
Well, the voodoo doll had taken care of her. She would be in the hospital with burns while the vote was going on. And then no one would be in her way. First the city, then bigger and better things. Relena smiled twistedly to herself. Everything was going according to her plans.
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"Thank you so much Ms. Relena Darlian. You have presented your argument to this committee in a very thorough and lucid form. Though it is a shame that Ms. Mizuno is in the hospital, we must continue this meeting. It is time to vote upon the matter. Do we tear down the old city and erect a new one, or do we leave the old city as it is?" The chairman of the committee spoke loudly and forcefully.
"Stop! You can't vote!" A voice interrupted the silence. The room of forty men turned and looked towards the door, each craning his neck to see what he could not. In the doorway stood two boys. Yes, they were not men, but boys, one not yet even in his teens. The one who had spoken before, the older one, stepped forward from the other. "You can't vote just yet!"
"And why is that, Mr.?" Relena sneered.
"Trowa. Trowa Barton." Trowa stepped up to the stand, and the other boy stood on the floor beside him. Relena took a good look at this boy who was opposing her. Russet brown hair framed and shaded the boy's pale face. Piercing green eyes stared intently out over the crowd. He sported a tall and lean figure, and Relena could see he was no weakling physically, nor was he helpless in the form of other worldly arts. The tiny silver clasp at his throat suggested the status of an incredibly powerful mage.
"Well, then, Trowa Barton." The chairman drawled the name out with incredible ease, yet incredible edgy clip as well. "Tell us why we cannot continue our voting as planned?" Standing, he directed his full attention towards Trowa.
"Simple. Ms. Relena Darlian has been in cahoots with shady characters…"
"Such as?" The chairman asked. The committee members that had been whispering to each other stopped and gave their full attention to the boys.
"Such as Rei Hino, the famous con artist and arsonist." The second boy spoke. Relena turned her attention to him. He was more pleasing to look at. Chaotic chocolate strands of hair hung in his eyes, which were pools of molten sapphire that burned holes through everything they laid upon. His thin lips were drawn into a tense frown, and (his) the tan skin of his face was pale in comparison to the rest of his well-built body. This boy was very young, most likely not even into his teen years, and had no marking of power. No marking of power, yes. Yet he deftly fingered a gun at his side, a shiny, black handgun that Relena had not taken any notice of before. He made no move, not so much as a flinch when the crowd gasped at his mention of Rei Hino.
"And what is your name?" The chairman directed his question at the boy below the stage.
"Hiiro Yui."
"Well then. You two are making some serious accusations. Do you have any proof?"
"Of course they don't because it's all false!" Relena cried in her own defense. As wonderful an actress as she was, she knew she wasn't going to be able to pull it off this time.
"Unfortunately for you, Ms. Darlian, we have hardcore evidence that will work against you." Trowa announced. A hush fell over the crowd once more as they watched the boys intently. Trowa produced a batch of pictures from his pocket. "There's more. Once she had persuaded you to renovate the city, she was going to make off with all of the funds raised for the renovation costs. Most likely to another city, in which case she would repeat this same process for more cash." Trowa finished.
" She is also responsible for Ami Mizuno's condition in the hospital." Hiiro added; pulling out the voodoo doll Relena had put in a safe. She gasped at the sight of it. It had been an unbreakable safe. And now these two boys had broken in and destroyed her chances at domination.
"Relena Darlian. You deny these accusations, yet we have proof against you. How do you plead?" The chairman broke the heavy silence plaguing the humid room.
"Not guilty." She crossed her fingers. This was her last chance, the final stand to save her reputation.
"Really?" Trowa smirked. Hiiro simply removed his gun from its holster and bean spinning it around his finger. "Re-really." She stammered. Try as she might, she was losing her cool.
"Ms. Darlian, allow me to give you some advice." The chairman finally spoke. "Run. Very long and very far. Leave this city and leave us. We want no part in your scams and black magic." Relena, hearing the man's tone of voice, backed away, then turned to run. She had become a lowly coward. Her reputation was soiled, and her future had been ruined. As she left, she took one last look at the two boys who had ruined everything for her.
"Just remember. You haven't seen the last of me, Trowa, Hiiro! Revenge will come in a way you will least expect it!" And she truly meant it.
It had taken Relena a few days in hiding to figure out her newest plans for revenge. Still, after the many years that had passed, she knew in the end all of her efforts would pay off. Once her… preparation … task was complete, revenge would be sweeter than any candy she had ever tasted. It had only taken her ten years. Ten long years of brainwashing, memory erasing, training, and plotting, and now, finally, revenge would be upon those who had destroyed her.
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"No, no! You're still getting it wrong! You need to lift from your knees and legs, not your back!"
"All right, that's it! You know something Duo Maxwell? You do this. You seem to have all of the answers anyhow!"
"But if I do it for you, Serena Barton, you'll never learn how to do it on your own." Two figures, a man and a young woman, stood in the middle of a room. The man was watching the young woman desperately trying to move a grand piano. The young woman looked over her friend skeptically. His brown hair was waist length and pulled into a neat braid behind him. His violet eyes held mirth and a touch of evilness within them. Duo Maxwell was the same as his eyes- a happy, upbeat, evil man.
"Learn how to do it on my own? I think you're forgetting who is the top agent around here. Look here Maxwell, brother dearest. Help me, or I'll kill you. Simple as that." She smirked. Duo watched his friend and partner smirk, and sister. Her long sun kissed hair shimmered silver. Deep indigo eyes and her blackish, ruby red pouting lips contrasted heavily against her pale skin. He gulped. He had no doubt she would follow through with her threat if he didn't help her. Serena Barton was a deadly beauty. So he got behind the piano next to her and began shoving. But both of them had neglected to remember who, or rather what, they were. Within mere seconds, black tangled with black, and their wings had the domino effect of knocking them over. As they sat untangling from each other, they laughed. Figured. All they wanted to do was move a piano. They could never 'just do' something. It always ended up wrong somehow. Still, life was good. Life was fun. Life was…
"Serena! Duo!" The White Witch was calling them. *