Black Waltz- I
By Chibi Acky
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing owns me!!!! AHHHHH!
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The four shadowed figures slipped easily passed the drugged guard, smirking quietly to themselves and relishing in the simplicity of their mission.
Drug the guard, infect the girl, get out.
The leader of the pack, let a finger fly in front of his face, signalling for one of the men to enter the room before him, and the two to remain, standing guard. The leader's mutated face was hidden under a dark robe, but the men with him could *feel* his devious grin.
Little Princess... Little princess... He sat down on the side of her bed, gazing at her almost sickenly, his sullen eyes gleaming as he watched her petite form shiver. The honey-haired girl gripped a small bear in her ears, mumbling in her sleep. The other unhumanlike man he had entered with, retrieved a small bag from under his black robes.
"Maaaaassssssstttteeeeeeeer..." He hissed, handing the leader a syringe filled with a black and green ooze. Without any hiestation, he slid the needle into her arm, noting her wince and a lone tear fall down her cheek. But she didn't wake up, and soon, she never would.
Once more, an evil grin found a way to his dark and twisted lips.
Once more, a young woman cried out in her sleep.
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"Oh Relena! It's Christmas, can't you smile?" Dorothy chidded her friend and her lack of enthusiasm for the annual ball.
"You're only smiling because Quatre's going to be there." Relena huffed through her bathroom door, absently rubbing a sore spot on her arm.
"Mr. Winner and I have only the intent of discussing business!" Dorothy replied a little to quickly.
Sure, sure... That's why you have have you're little pet names for each other, Relena mentally mumbled, I heard you call him Q-chan the other day!
"Miss Relena! Open up the door or we'll be late!" She could pratically see the smoke coming out of Dorothy's ears. Relena turned and looked one last time in the mirror, straightening her pure white dress, and running a brush through her hair. She had spent at least thirty minutes braiding the upper portion and curing the bottom half in tiny ringlets.
"And we wouldn't want you to miss your sweet lil'Q-chan!" Relena hadn't realized she'd said it outloud until she saw the look on Dorothy's face.
"What. Did. You. Say?" Dorothy's teeth were clenched and her face was bright red.
"Nothing!" Relena blew a rasberry at her friend, pulling a matching cardigan on, and shivering involuntarily. The ugly black bruise on her arm had been hidden for now.
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"Madame! What a pleasure to see you!" A rather pudgy man trudged his way through the crowded room. His bald head gleamed, and his suit looked like it was about to burst at the seams. Relena visably straightened, and her eyes flashed helplessly to her brother.
"I've got my hands full as it is!" he mouthed, indicating the swarming (and swooning) females that had gathered around him. Noin looked ready to shoot anyone who dared to take another step forward.
"Thanks, some help you are!" She mouthed back, narrowing her eyes dangerously. He sighed again helplessly. The man was approaching fast, and Relena found herself drowning in a sea of dispair.
Until her knight came and swept her off her feet.
Literally.
"Oh darling! What a pleasure it is to see you again!" Relena nearly fainted as Heero lifted her into his arms and swung her around. "Play along." He whispered in her ear as he set her down.
"And same to you!" Was the earnest reply. Heero noted that the approaching man didn't appear fazed by the show of "affection." Taking measures into his own hands, he dipped her down gazing into her surprised eyes and gave her a passionate kiss. The room seemed to freeze until two people burst out:
"All right 'Jousan! Way to win 'em!" Duo cheered from the back.
"YUUUUUUUUUUYYYYYYYY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER?!?!"
The pudgy man in the tight suit walked right by them to his wife standing behind them.
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Relena wrapped her arms around her body and fell backwards onto her bed, still smiling giddily. The look on Heero's face when Milliardo had approached him was absolutely priceless. She turned over onto her stomach, and sighed deeply remembering that he did in fact leave after that. But what did she care? He had kissed her, even if it was to get the stinky fat man away....
He had done it for *her*.
And that was all that mattered...
She grinned again, until she leaned on her sore arm, and in turn, let a pained gasp escape her lips. She took her sweater off, bringing her arm out in front of her to inspect it. Biting her bottom lip, she examined the purple swelling and bruising that stared up angerily at her.
"I don't understand..." She whispered, touching it. She coughed, hacking up the most unslightly and horrifing thing she could have imagined.
There, on her pale, delicate hand, was crimson blood.
Stumbling to her feet, she made a dash to her bathroom, throwing up into toilet. She was silently wishing it would swallow her up. Blood? On her hands? The thought made her sick again. Realizing she was only throwing up more of the deep red liquid, she forced herself to look up into the mirror.
Omae wa ore no mono da
She read it over and over again, until she was lifted to her feet.
"You do not belong to anyone... calm down, Relena... shhhh..." It was those eyes that had gazed into hers eariler in the evening. Had he followed her up? Had he watched her the entire time? Her head was whirling, "Hee-ro.... what a-re... you doing... in my r-oom?" She fumbled.
He didn't say anything and that didn't come as any surprise to her. "Wha-what does it mean Hee-ro?" Was she shivering? She was definately shaking uncontrollably; whatever did the words on the mirror mean.
"It's in Japanese."
Well, duh, I mean, even she could figure that out. That word "omae" was *quite* familiar to her. "Bu-but wha-what does it mean?" He set her down on the in front of the seat of her vanity mirror, and grabbed a towel, and tried to wipe the black markings off. It didn't budge or smear, no matter how hard he tried. He cursed and turned around to face Relena who had been studying his back.
"You don't want to know."
"I'll just look it up, it wou-would be better to hear it fro-from you though." He walked over and wrapped a towel around her shivering form. "T-tell me!" She was getting angry with him now.
He muttered something under his breath.
"What?" Relena stood up, walking over.
"You belong to me."
"WHAT?!" She wasn't shivering now, she was shaking with anger, "Heero Yuy-! I don't know what to say-!"
"That's what it says!" He sounded as panicked as only the Perfect Soldier could. She seemed to sigh in relief, "Oh, alright. And I thought it was something threatening!" She smiled weakly as he raised an eyebrow.
"You don't find that someone sneaking into your room and vandalizing your property with ominous comments, threatening?"
"Nah, it's gets old after a while." She paused, motioning for him to follow her out of her bathroom, "By the way, what are you doing in my room?" She put her hands on her hips.
"Hn."
No answers, as usual. Glancing her over one more time, he turned his back to her, "Are you sick?" It seemed like such an innocent question, something a little boy would have asked another child.
"I don't feel well." Now she was the little girl, talking to her companion.
"Then you should rest."
"I don't want to."
"You should rest." She sighed, no use fighting with him. She climed into bed, cursing her lack of strength in the matter. Surprisingly enough, instead of walking out the door like she naturally assumed he would, he sauntered over and pulled her covers over.
She stared questioningly at him, "What-?" She didn't recieve a reply as he plunked himself down in a chair in the far side of the room.
"I promised I'd protect a long time ago."
Relena smiled lazily in her sleep, muttering, "Goodnight, Heero."
"Goodnight Relena."
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*Frowns* Oh man, I started a new story... I'm kinda depressed... only two people reviewed the last part of The Circle Game... Did you all not like it? Did you even know it was out there? That's right, it is! Click on my author profile and look for it... I won't continue until I get at least five reviews. I know it's bad... but I think I'm losing my "touch" with fics.
I love my Final Fantasy 9 game, so if I don't post, that's where I am! *thinks* Gee, I wonder where I got the title for this fic from... *giggles* Oh, and Fiore-chan, if you're reading this, I'd be happy to read you fic if you still want me to! I'm so sorry I haven't gotten back to anyone lately... and to the people who have asked me to BETA read for them, I've been absolutely swamped. Please, give me a couple more days, the hotmail people emailed me telling me my account was too big. :( Stinky Hotmail people! They ruin all my fun! Anyways, I need to just go through everything...
luvs and hugs
Chibi Acky
http://kiss.to/gyousei
PS I was originally going to call this "Momento Mori" (Remember you must die) but someone used it! Grrrr.....
By Chibi Acky
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing owns me!!!! AHHHHH!
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The four shadowed figures slipped easily passed the drugged guard, smirking quietly to themselves and relishing in the simplicity of their mission.
Drug the guard, infect the girl, get out.
The leader of the pack, let a finger fly in front of his face, signalling for one of the men to enter the room before him, and the two to remain, standing guard. The leader's mutated face was hidden under a dark robe, but the men with him could *feel* his devious grin.
Little Princess... Little princess... He sat down on the side of her bed, gazing at her almost sickenly, his sullen eyes gleaming as he watched her petite form shiver. The honey-haired girl gripped a small bear in her ears, mumbling in her sleep. The other unhumanlike man he had entered with, retrieved a small bag from under his black robes.
"Maaaaassssssstttteeeeeeeer..." He hissed, handing the leader a syringe filled with a black and green ooze. Without any hiestation, he slid the needle into her arm, noting her wince and a lone tear fall down her cheek. But she didn't wake up, and soon, she never would.
Once more, an evil grin found a way to his dark and twisted lips.
Once more, a young woman cried out in her sleep.
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"Oh Relena! It's Christmas, can't you smile?" Dorothy chidded her friend and her lack of enthusiasm for the annual ball.
"You're only smiling because Quatre's going to be there." Relena huffed through her bathroom door, absently rubbing a sore spot on her arm.
"Mr. Winner and I have only the intent of discussing business!" Dorothy replied a little to quickly.
Sure, sure... That's why you have have you're little pet names for each other, Relena mentally mumbled, I heard you call him Q-chan the other day!
"Miss Relena! Open up the door or we'll be late!" She could pratically see the smoke coming out of Dorothy's ears. Relena turned and looked one last time in the mirror, straightening her pure white dress, and running a brush through her hair. She had spent at least thirty minutes braiding the upper portion and curing the bottom half in tiny ringlets.
"And we wouldn't want you to miss your sweet lil'Q-chan!" Relena hadn't realized she'd said it outloud until she saw the look on Dorothy's face.
"What. Did. You. Say?" Dorothy's teeth were clenched and her face was bright red.
"Nothing!" Relena blew a rasberry at her friend, pulling a matching cardigan on, and shivering involuntarily. The ugly black bruise on her arm had been hidden for now.
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"Madame! What a pleasure to see you!" A rather pudgy man trudged his way through the crowded room. His bald head gleamed, and his suit looked like it was about to burst at the seams. Relena visably straightened, and her eyes flashed helplessly to her brother.
"I've got my hands full as it is!" he mouthed, indicating the swarming (and swooning) females that had gathered around him. Noin looked ready to shoot anyone who dared to take another step forward.
"Thanks, some help you are!" She mouthed back, narrowing her eyes dangerously. He sighed again helplessly. The man was approaching fast, and Relena found herself drowning in a sea of dispair.
Until her knight came and swept her off her feet.
Literally.
"Oh darling! What a pleasure it is to see you again!" Relena nearly fainted as Heero lifted her into his arms and swung her around. "Play along." He whispered in her ear as he set her down.
"And same to you!" Was the earnest reply. Heero noted that the approaching man didn't appear fazed by the show of "affection." Taking measures into his own hands, he dipped her down gazing into her surprised eyes and gave her a passionate kiss. The room seemed to freeze until two people burst out:
"All right 'Jousan! Way to win 'em!" Duo cheered from the back.
"YUUUUUUUUUUYYYYYYYY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER?!?!"
The pudgy man in the tight suit walked right by them to his wife standing behind them.
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Relena wrapped her arms around her body and fell backwards onto her bed, still smiling giddily. The look on Heero's face when Milliardo had approached him was absolutely priceless. She turned over onto her stomach, and sighed deeply remembering that he did in fact leave after that. But what did she care? He had kissed her, even if it was to get the stinky fat man away....
He had done it for *her*.
And that was all that mattered...
She grinned again, until she leaned on her sore arm, and in turn, let a pained gasp escape her lips. She took her sweater off, bringing her arm out in front of her to inspect it. Biting her bottom lip, she examined the purple swelling and bruising that stared up angerily at her.
"I don't understand..." She whispered, touching it. She coughed, hacking up the most unslightly and horrifing thing she could have imagined.
There, on her pale, delicate hand, was crimson blood.
Stumbling to her feet, she made a dash to her bathroom, throwing up into toilet. She was silently wishing it would swallow her up. Blood? On her hands? The thought made her sick again. Realizing she was only throwing up more of the deep red liquid, she forced herself to look up into the mirror.
Omae wa ore no mono da
She read it over and over again, until she was lifted to her feet.
"You do not belong to anyone... calm down, Relena... shhhh..." It was those eyes that had gazed into hers eariler in the evening. Had he followed her up? Had he watched her the entire time? Her head was whirling, "Hee-ro.... what a-re... you doing... in my r-oom?" She fumbled.
He didn't say anything and that didn't come as any surprise to her. "Wha-what does it mean Hee-ro?" Was she shivering? She was definately shaking uncontrollably; whatever did the words on the mirror mean.
"It's in Japanese."
Well, duh, I mean, even she could figure that out. That word "omae" was *quite* familiar to her. "Bu-but wha-what does it mean?" He set her down on the in front of the seat of her vanity mirror, and grabbed a towel, and tried to wipe the black markings off. It didn't budge or smear, no matter how hard he tried. He cursed and turned around to face Relena who had been studying his back.
"You don't want to know."
"I'll just look it up, it wou-would be better to hear it fro-from you though." He walked over and wrapped a towel around her shivering form. "T-tell me!" She was getting angry with him now.
He muttered something under his breath.
"What?" Relena stood up, walking over.
"You belong to me."
"WHAT?!" She wasn't shivering now, she was shaking with anger, "Heero Yuy-! I don't know what to say-!"
"That's what it says!" He sounded as panicked as only the Perfect Soldier could. She seemed to sigh in relief, "Oh, alright. And I thought it was something threatening!" She smiled weakly as he raised an eyebrow.
"You don't find that someone sneaking into your room and vandalizing your property with ominous comments, threatening?"
"Nah, it's gets old after a while." She paused, motioning for him to follow her out of her bathroom, "By the way, what are you doing in my room?" She put her hands on her hips.
"Hn."
No answers, as usual. Glancing her over one more time, he turned his back to her, "Are you sick?" It seemed like such an innocent question, something a little boy would have asked another child.
"I don't feel well." Now she was the little girl, talking to her companion.
"Then you should rest."
"I don't want to."
"You should rest." She sighed, no use fighting with him. She climed into bed, cursing her lack of strength in the matter. Surprisingly enough, instead of walking out the door like she naturally assumed he would, he sauntered over and pulled her covers over.
She stared questioningly at him, "What-?" She didn't recieve a reply as he plunked himself down in a chair in the far side of the room.
"I promised I'd protect a long time ago."
Relena smiled lazily in her sleep, muttering, "Goodnight, Heero."
"Goodnight Relena."
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*Frowns* Oh man, I started a new story... I'm kinda depressed... only two people reviewed the last part of The Circle Game... Did you all not like it? Did you even know it was out there? That's right, it is! Click on my author profile and look for it... I won't continue until I get at least five reviews. I know it's bad... but I think I'm losing my "touch" with fics.
I love my Final Fantasy 9 game, so if I don't post, that's where I am! *thinks* Gee, I wonder where I got the title for this fic from... *giggles* Oh, and Fiore-chan, if you're reading this, I'd be happy to read you fic if you still want me to! I'm so sorry I haven't gotten back to anyone lately... and to the people who have asked me to BETA read for them, I've been absolutely swamped. Please, give me a couple more days, the hotmail people emailed me telling me my account was too big. :( Stinky Hotmail people! They ruin all my fun! Anyways, I need to just go through everything...
luvs and hugs
Chibi Acky
http://kiss.to/gyousei
PS I was originally going to call this "Momento Mori" (Remember you must die) but someone used it! Grrrr.....