A/N:
:D Eternal I don't know who you are, but your review on Revolving Axis had me howling in laughter, in a good way of course :D As to why me and my sis have a thing with hands being slit from thumb to wrist, well, mine is or was slit from tip of thumb to wrist when I went rock jumping and I now have a pretty jagged scar, my sister's also has a scar because she slipped with the exacto knife when she was working on her model kits. :D So ya, we both have our slight obsession with weird scars. So angst will be put up here, and I'll try and update once a week at least, if not, people can bug me all they like until I do update. Also I'm working nightshift 9pm to 4am, so things will be posted at odd hours. And my sister giving this to me, well that's an oddity, lol.
Angst: Chapter 1
Again and again she rammed her head into the wall fruitlessly, followed every time by the ramming of her fists. How had she been so stupid? How could she have possibly believed that he loved her or ever would? There was class between them, rank, and of course partnership, a business relationship. Everything concerning her was a joke to him, a nasty little joke. Who knows who she heard him talking to, it was simply the words that mattered. No, only the words that mattered, and that they were from his mouth. He wasn't known for lying when matters of taste were concerned after all, and to be quite truthful, he'd never said anything contrary to what she'd overheard. Ironic, purely ironic.
"Noin. Me and her lovers?" he let out another howl. "Now that's just rich. Why would I stick myself with such a clingy, weak woman. She follows me all around as it is, its as if she's a puppy dog. If I wanted anything from her I could get it easily, why would I want someone who would bow to my every whim? really just think about it. It would make life boring, let alone annoying, as she already is. Who would want to be married to that thing?"
That's what she had heard from outside the door as she had passed his study just two hours earlier. Lucrezia Noin, she berated herself, you are so dumb and gullible. Look at what you've gone and done to yourself. A fool, you've made yourself into a fool, one of the biggest.
It was time to fix things in her life however. She wouldn't sit around and be made fun of. No, she was a soldier, and she had her dignity and her honor, and most of all her capabilities. She paused in her incessant banging against the wall and looked back at her bed, or what used to be her bed anyway. It was covered with bags, her bags to be precise, bags of things that had nothing to do with him, no memories attached at all. She'd decided to take off, there was no use staying where no one wanted you after all. If Zechs' opinion of her really was that low, she didn't want to stop to ponder what the others must have thought of her. The past three years she had considered them all friends, and it turns out in the all in all, they were just lying to her, making her appear even more the fool. She supposed that was the way it always had been in concern with her.
What a joke she was. There was a degree of self satisfaction in what she was doing now however. Everything Zechs had given her had been blown to pieces, along with any mommentos of him. They were all gone, used for target practice after hearing those startling words muttered from her best friend's mouth. Ex-best-friend now really, if he ever was one at all. She was leaving now though, that was that, and she could regain herself, regain a correct sense of trust, or rather that none should be placed in the human race at all. She sighed slightly, and started to walk, this was it.
All her money was on her, and as she left her room she slung on her leather jacket and her two duffel bags, and that was it, she'd left. She was gone, the wind in her hair, and the betrayal of everyone behind her. She'd see Howard, and get a change of ID, and set about transferring all her bank funds to her new name.
Hours Later Back at the Mansion
"Miliardo Peacecraft, what did you do?" rung throughout the hallways as a loud demanding voice commandeered by Relena Peacecraft made itself known. The shout was repeated incessantly until Zechs opened his study door, popping his out just slightly.
"What is it sister?"
She glowered in return, walked calmly down the hallway and slapped her older brother violently across the face causing him to double take.
"What in the hell was that for?" he bellowed.
"Oh, you know what. Don't you even dare play that game with me. What did you sat to her? what did you do? Tell me now."
The Queen's voice echoed down the hallway causing quite a commotion as others started to gather in the hallway, and her posture made her appear to be very dangerous as she had a wild gleam about her accentuated by the no nonsense stance and glaring eyes.
"I didn't do anything thank-you very much." he answered, peeved.
Relena began to flail her arms about her. "Oh yeah, and Noin just makes a habit out of blowing up everything you gave her, and anything with your face on it into smithereens, than packing up and taking off. She's deals with your nothing all the time. So what did you do?" she demanded.
By now the elder Peacecraft had lost his patience, and especially his temper. "What are you talking about?" he growled in a strained voice, his anger ebbing through rather well.
Relena backed off at the force of her brother's voice. "You mean you really don't know?" she asked timidly.
This game was getting a little old. "Don't know what?"
Relena sadly gestured for him to follow, and still full of fumes, and more than hellishly curious as to what was going on he followed obligingly without words. What he saw upon entrance to the firing range made him cringe, and take a step back before going farther in, and lightly fingering the remains of his gifts towards his best friend, Noin, his secret love. "Why?" was all he could ask. Noin wasn't known for rash behavior. She never acted like this. Something was wrong very wrong, and obviously it had something to do with him.
"I don't know, that's why I asked you." Relena replied impatiently. " You must have said something to her though, because this is mild, you haven't' seen her room yet."
"Do I want to?"
"No, probably not," the young girl replied truthfully, "but you need to. After all, you're the one who knows her the best, maybe you can figure out what went wrong after looking at all this."
Lucrezia Noin's door was fully jar upon arrival, and the far inside wall was covered in splotches of blood, oddly shaped like that of one's knuckles, obviously self abuse. The only reason you ever punched a wall was if you were really mad, or needed to make the pain go elsewhere. Eyes strayed to the floor only to find it covered in shards of glass from picture frames, whose occupants were hacked to pieces as well.
"What did I do?" he muttered softly under his breath, not realizing that his sister had embraced him, and he that he had without full conciousness's consent returned the gesture in his confused state. For indeed he was in need of comfort, no matter how much he wanted to deny it.
"Can you think of something you said or did perhaps?" Relena asked imploringly, looking up at his face to gage a reaction, which never really ever occurred accept on rare occasion. When he didn't respond she simply began to lead him out of the room. The young queen led the way to the lounge and sent for two bottles of Wild Turkey, forcing her brother to drink some after she got him sitting in the hopes of it loosening him up some.
"None of this makes sense."
"Just try and think." 'Because I'd like her back too,' Relena thought. Noin over the years had become a mentor, perhaps even like that of an older sister to her. She didn't want to say good- bye now, or at the very least part without words.
"I can't think."
"Try harder."
"There's simply no explanation for it," he muttered biting his lower lip.
"Yes there is, you just need to think. Could it be something she overheard perhaps?"
The Lightning Count sunk reflexively into the plush chair, and pondered over things until it came to him in the strangest of thoughts. "Marvin. It must be Marvin. He does voice impersonations, rather good really, but his use of it is tasteless, although it seems to get a good riot out of the other guards on most occasions. You see, he gives his opinions on a person close to the one he's imitating. He imitated me earlier for a laugh when all the guards had come in to see what was going on. His words however were very cruel, and I must say I'm pleased they didn't illicit any laughs from the other guards, or they'd all be gone." He hung his head in regret, had she honestly thought he'd say those things, that he would be capable of such ill conceit towards the only one he spoke to.
"Marvin?" Relena repeated dubiously, as though the entire thought was utterly absurd.
"Yes."
"Smooth move," one of the servants muttered sarcastically as he collected the dirty glass Zechs had used, and left.
Relena sneered at the man. "What a nasty person."
"No, not really, just speaking his mind."
"Well yes, but still..." she stammered, for once the princess was at a loss for words.
"Do we know how she left?" he asked, focusing on a distant point on the opposing wall.
Relena shook her head knowing what this would mean. "Her hog."
"Than she's not coming back." he stated flatly.
"She probably feels completely betrayed, like she has not a friend in the world. What exactly did Marvin say."
"Everything the opposite of what is true." he muttered.
"She's lost to us because of Marvin's mimicking abilities." Relena sighed, not quite still believing Noin would leave over such a thing.
"Perhaps we can find her. I know at the very least I'll try."
"We all will, I'll see what I can get for assistance from the others." Rising she patted her brother's arm, and quietly shut the door behind her, and waited silently to see what her brother would do, but she heard no sounds. Perhaps he was simply too cold for his own good. Maybe that was why Noin had left instead.
Zechs shuddered in dry heaves of emotion, until a single tear ran down his cheek. Would he really lose her due to a simple misconception. She'd promised him she'd stay by his side. She'd never broken a promise before. He slunk farther into his chair, uncharacteristically with lax posture. Emotions weren't his specialty, but with all he was, he hoped she'd come to realize what had truly happened quick, or that they would find her. Either would do really, just as long as she was around afterwards.
With Noin
The ride to the spaceport had left her feeling exhilarated, but her butt numb. It had been too long since she had taken a long road trip on her hog. A nice piece of work it was. Her pride and joy. It was a harley, personally transmogrified to fit her personality. She'd done all the work on it herself. She even had a nickname for it too, Blaze. It fit the bike perfectly because it could always leave in a blaze. After all the work she had put into it, she was making sure she brought it with her, so now she waited for Howard to show.
"Nice to see you again, " Howard greeted warmly, approaching her from behind in his normal Hawaiian wear.
"Nice to see you too. Can I hitch a ride with you, while we get my stuff taken care of?"
"Of course. It's always nice to have such a beautiful lady on board. Although I must say, you were lucky we were in town," he added peering over the top of his glasses, catching a glimpse of some bloodied knuckles.
Noin laughed congenially. "What a sense of humor." she joked. "And thank-you for being in town."
"Not a problem." stated. "So what's this I hear about 'friendly troubles'?"
Noin sighed, and resigned herself to explaining her sudden decision to leave the Peacecrafts while they loaded her stuff onto the newly outfitted Peacemillion. The explanation took longer than the loading.
Slowly, and sadly Howard shook his head. "That's a damned pity. I don't know why he'd think of you that way, or the others for that matter. They never seemed to show any dislike of you when you were mentioned or appeared. Figures that. But if it helps, " he added with a big grin, " I like you, and I'm more than willing to give some hometown loving."
Noin laughed slightly, but sobered quickly. "Things change, and I guess I just wasn't up to their standards. I just don't know what I'm going to do now."
"Well, I can give you one suggestion." Howard said tilting his sunglasses down and taking a good look at the woman across from him, who was lost in her coffee. "You run with that bike of yours. You seem to love that thing. Draw on it, make it who you are. We'll set you up as a biker with a record, and it'll be the new you. Find something you like to do, it always makes thing a whole lot more fun."
Lucrezia swirled the coffee stirrer and looked up at him, her eyes still red from the wind and tears of betrayal, easily noticeable by all those who would care. "I do love that bike. Sad thing is, the thing I loved to do most was develop new suits. Despite what they can do, I love those huge mechanical giants, and somehow I don't quite see their uses on military or civilian fields to be gone forever, or even a short while.
"How's this sound then, " he suggested, " you run a biker custom shop during the day, and you can work on your designs at night. And tell you what, I'll even help you build the thing, and test a couple model prototypes. After all, that field is my specialty, maybe an old one, but a good one."
She grinned despite her frazzled state. "I'd like that. It could even be fun."
"I would sure hope so. We'll drop you off at L-2 in a couple of days. I've got a feeling you'll get along just great with the Americans there."
She sat there alone after that, and pondered things over in her head. Never in a million years had she imagined this happening to her. But here it had, and she would be starting all over again. Ironic really. Simply ironic.
At the Peacecrafts
Relena gently took hold of her brother's arm and shook it, urging him to wake.
"I've got them to help, " she said with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye as her brother looked at her through his half lidded eyes.
"That's good," he muttered, "I'll go see what I can do as well."
"No," she said urging him back into the chair, "you get your sleep. You'll need it for tomorrow."
So sleep he did, his body racked with unusual emotion, and it exhausted him, so to do as he was told was very easily accomplished.
:D Eternal I don't know who you are, but your review on Revolving Axis had me howling in laughter, in a good way of course :D As to why me and my sis have a thing with hands being slit from thumb to wrist, well, mine is or was slit from tip of thumb to wrist when I went rock jumping and I now have a pretty jagged scar, my sister's also has a scar because she slipped with the exacto knife when she was working on her model kits. :D So ya, we both have our slight obsession with weird scars. So angst will be put up here, and I'll try and update once a week at least, if not, people can bug me all they like until I do update. Also I'm working nightshift 9pm to 4am, so things will be posted at odd hours. And my sister giving this to me, well that's an oddity, lol.
Angst: Chapter 1
Again and again she rammed her head into the wall fruitlessly, followed every time by the ramming of her fists. How had she been so stupid? How could she have possibly believed that he loved her or ever would? There was class between them, rank, and of course partnership, a business relationship. Everything concerning her was a joke to him, a nasty little joke. Who knows who she heard him talking to, it was simply the words that mattered. No, only the words that mattered, and that they were from his mouth. He wasn't known for lying when matters of taste were concerned after all, and to be quite truthful, he'd never said anything contrary to what she'd overheard. Ironic, purely ironic.
"Noin. Me and her lovers?" he let out another howl. "Now that's just rich. Why would I stick myself with such a clingy, weak woman. She follows me all around as it is, its as if she's a puppy dog. If I wanted anything from her I could get it easily, why would I want someone who would bow to my every whim? really just think about it. It would make life boring, let alone annoying, as she already is. Who would want to be married to that thing?"
That's what she had heard from outside the door as she had passed his study just two hours earlier. Lucrezia Noin, she berated herself, you are so dumb and gullible. Look at what you've gone and done to yourself. A fool, you've made yourself into a fool, one of the biggest.
It was time to fix things in her life however. She wouldn't sit around and be made fun of. No, she was a soldier, and she had her dignity and her honor, and most of all her capabilities. She paused in her incessant banging against the wall and looked back at her bed, or what used to be her bed anyway. It was covered with bags, her bags to be precise, bags of things that had nothing to do with him, no memories attached at all. She'd decided to take off, there was no use staying where no one wanted you after all. If Zechs' opinion of her really was that low, she didn't want to stop to ponder what the others must have thought of her. The past three years she had considered them all friends, and it turns out in the all in all, they were just lying to her, making her appear even more the fool. She supposed that was the way it always had been in concern with her.
What a joke she was. There was a degree of self satisfaction in what she was doing now however. Everything Zechs had given her had been blown to pieces, along with any mommentos of him. They were all gone, used for target practice after hearing those startling words muttered from her best friend's mouth. Ex-best-friend now really, if he ever was one at all. She was leaving now though, that was that, and she could regain herself, regain a correct sense of trust, or rather that none should be placed in the human race at all. She sighed slightly, and started to walk, this was it.
All her money was on her, and as she left her room she slung on her leather jacket and her two duffel bags, and that was it, she'd left. She was gone, the wind in her hair, and the betrayal of everyone behind her. She'd see Howard, and get a change of ID, and set about transferring all her bank funds to her new name.
Hours Later Back at the Mansion
"Miliardo Peacecraft, what did you do?" rung throughout the hallways as a loud demanding voice commandeered by Relena Peacecraft made itself known. The shout was repeated incessantly until Zechs opened his study door, popping his out just slightly.
"What is it sister?"
She glowered in return, walked calmly down the hallway and slapped her older brother violently across the face causing him to double take.
"What in the hell was that for?" he bellowed.
"Oh, you know what. Don't you even dare play that game with me. What did you sat to her? what did you do? Tell me now."
The Queen's voice echoed down the hallway causing quite a commotion as others started to gather in the hallway, and her posture made her appear to be very dangerous as she had a wild gleam about her accentuated by the no nonsense stance and glaring eyes.
"I didn't do anything thank-you very much." he answered, peeved.
Relena began to flail her arms about her. "Oh yeah, and Noin just makes a habit out of blowing up everything you gave her, and anything with your face on it into smithereens, than packing up and taking off. She's deals with your nothing all the time. So what did you do?" she demanded.
By now the elder Peacecraft had lost his patience, and especially his temper. "What are you talking about?" he growled in a strained voice, his anger ebbing through rather well.
Relena backed off at the force of her brother's voice. "You mean you really don't know?" she asked timidly.
This game was getting a little old. "Don't know what?"
Relena sadly gestured for him to follow, and still full of fumes, and more than hellishly curious as to what was going on he followed obligingly without words. What he saw upon entrance to the firing range made him cringe, and take a step back before going farther in, and lightly fingering the remains of his gifts towards his best friend, Noin, his secret love. "Why?" was all he could ask. Noin wasn't known for rash behavior. She never acted like this. Something was wrong very wrong, and obviously it had something to do with him.
"I don't know, that's why I asked you." Relena replied impatiently. " You must have said something to her though, because this is mild, you haven't' seen her room yet."
"Do I want to?"
"No, probably not," the young girl replied truthfully, "but you need to. After all, you're the one who knows her the best, maybe you can figure out what went wrong after looking at all this."
Lucrezia Noin's door was fully jar upon arrival, and the far inside wall was covered in splotches of blood, oddly shaped like that of one's knuckles, obviously self abuse. The only reason you ever punched a wall was if you were really mad, or needed to make the pain go elsewhere. Eyes strayed to the floor only to find it covered in shards of glass from picture frames, whose occupants were hacked to pieces as well.
"What did I do?" he muttered softly under his breath, not realizing that his sister had embraced him, and he that he had without full conciousness's consent returned the gesture in his confused state. For indeed he was in need of comfort, no matter how much he wanted to deny it.
"Can you think of something you said or did perhaps?" Relena asked imploringly, looking up at his face to gage a reaction, which never really ever occurred accept on rare occasion. When he didn't respond she simply began to lead him out of the room. The young queen led the way to the lounge and sent for two bottles of Wild Turkey, forcing her brother to drink some after she got him sitting in the hopes of it loosening him up some.
"None of this makes sense."
"Just try and think." 'Because I'd like her back too,' Relena thought. Noin over the years had become a mentor, perhaps even like that of an older sister to her. She didn't want to say good- bye now, or at the very least part without words.
"I can't think."
"Try harder."
"There's simply no explanation for it," he muttered biting his lower lip.
"Yes there is, you just need to think. Could it be something she overheard perhaps?"
The Lightning Count sunk reflexively into the plush chair, and pondered over things until it came to him in the strangest of thoughts. "Marvin. It must be Marvin. He does voice impersonations, rather good really, but his use of it is tasteless, although it seems to get a good riot out of the other guards on most occasions. You see, he gives his opinions on a person close to the one he's imitating. He imitated me earlier for a laugh when all the guards had come in to see what was going on. His words however were very cruel, and I must say I'm pleased they didn't illicit any laughs from the other guards, or they'd all be gone." He hung his head in regret, had she honestly thought he'd say those things, that he would be capable of such ill conceit towards the only one he spoke to.
"Marvin?" Relena repeated dubiously, as though the entire thought was utterly absurd.
"Yes."
"Smooth move," one of the servants muttered sarcastically as he collected the dirty glass Zechs had used, and left.
Relena sneered at the man. "What a nasty person."
"No, not really, just speaking his mind."
"Well yes, but still..." she stammered, for once the princess was at a loss for words.
"Do we know how she left?" he asked, focusing on a distant point on the opposing wall.
Relena shook her head knowing what this would mean. "Her hog."
"Than she's not coming back." he stated flatly.
"She probably feels completely betrayed, like she has not a friend in the world. What exactly did Marvin say."
"Everything the opposite of what is true." he muttered.
"She's lost to us because of Marvin's mimicking abilities." Relena sighed, not quite still believing Noin would leave over such a thing.
"Perhaps we can find her. I know at the very least I'll try."
"We all will, I'll see what I can get for assistance from the others." Rising she patted her brother's arm, and quietly shut the door behind her, and waited silently to see what her brother would do, but she heard no sounds. Perhaps he was simply too cold for his own good. Maybe that was why Noin had left instead.
Zechs shuddered in dry heaves of emotion, until a single tear ran down his cheek. Would he really lose her due to a simple misconception. She'd promised him she'd stay by his side. She'd never broken a promise before. He slunk farther into his chair, uncharacteristically with lax posture. Emotions weren't his specialty, but with all he was, he hoped she'd come to realize what had truly happened quick, or that they would find her. Either would do really, just as long as she was around afterwards.
With Noin
The ride to the spaceport had left her feeling exhilarated, but her butt numb. It had been too long since she had taken a long road trip on her hog. A nice piece of work it was. Her pride and joy. It was a harley, personally transmogrified to fit her personality. She'd done all the work on it herself. She even had a nickname for it too, Blaze. It fit the bike perfectly because it could always leave in a blaze. After all the work she had put into it, she was making sure she brought it with her, so now she waited for Howard to show.
"Nice to see you again, " Howard greeted warmly, approaching her from behind in his normal Hawaiian wear.
"Nice to see you too. Can I hitch a ride with you, while we get my stuff taken care of?"
"Of course. It's always nice to have such a beautiful lady on board. Although I must say, you were lucky we were in town," he added peering over the top of his glasses, catching a glimpse of some bloodied knuckles.
Noin laughed congenially. "What a sense of humor." she joked. "And thank-you for being in town."
"Not a problem." stated. "So what's this I hear about 'friendly troubles'?"
Noin sighed, and resigned herself to explaining her sudden decision to leave the Peacecrafts while they loaded her stuff onto the newly outfitted Peacemillion. The explanation took longer than the loading.
Slowly, and sadly Howard shook his head. "That's a damned pity. I don't know why he'd think of you that way, or the others for that matter. They never seemed to show any dislike of you when you were mentioned or appeared. Figures that. But if it helps, " he added with a big grin, " I like you, and I'm more than willing to give some hometown loving."
Noin laughed slightly, but sobered quickly. "Things change, and I guess I just wasn't up to their standards. I just don't know what I'm going to do now."
"Well, I can give you one suggestion." Howard said tilting his sunglasses down and taking a good look at the woman across from him, who was lost in her coffee. "You run with that bike of yours. You seem to love that thing. Draw on it, make it who you are. We'll set you up as a biker with a record, and it'll be the new you. Find something you like to do, it always makes thing a whole lot more fun."
Lucrezia swirled the coffee stirrer and looked up at him, her eyes still red from the wind and tears of betrayal, easily noticeable by all those who would care. "I do love that bike. Sad thing is, the thing I loved to do most was develop new suits. Despite what they can do, I love those huge mechanical giants, and somehow I don't quite see their uses on military or civilian fields to be gone forever, or even a short while.
"How's this sound then, " he suggested, " you run a biker custom shop during the day, and you can work on your designs at night. And tell you what, I'll even help you build the thing, and test a couple model prototypes. After all, that field is my specialty, maybe an old one, but a good one."
She grinned despite her frazzled state. "I'd like that. It could even be fun."
"I would sure hope so. We'll drop you off at L-2 in a couple of days. I've got a feeling you'll get along just great with the Americans there."
She sat there alone after that, and pondered things over in her head. Never in a million years had she imagined this happening to her. But here it had, and she would be starting all over again. Ironic really. Simply ironic.
At the Peacecrafts
Relena gently took hold of her brother's arm and shook it, urging him to wake.
"I've got them to help, " she said with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye as her brother looked at her through his half lidded eyes.
"That's good," he muttered, "I'll go see what I can do as well."
"No," she said urging him back into the chair, "you get your sleep. You'll need it for tomorrow."
So sleep he did, his body racked with unusual emotion, and it exhausted him, so to do as he was told was very easily accomplished.