Searing, blinding white pain shot through her body as neon lights flashed before her eyes. A sense of falling flooded her as the wind whipped through her silken robes. How could this be happening? How could she have been so stupid? The dull thud of her body hitting the ground was muffled by the wet snap of bones being broken. She wasn't supposed to feel pain. Unbearable pain swept over her now immobile form as voices screamed around her. Gathering her strength she managed to open her eyes and winced in pain as the screams echoed in her head. She saw a tan face staring down at her with eyes that were such a dark blue they were almost violet piercing her own.
"Trowa, call J! We need an ambulance now!" Someone else replaced the owner of the violet eyes. The shock and fear upon the normally stoic face startled her. Messy locks of chocolate brown hair fell into Prussian blue eyes. A name surfaced out of her rapidly clouding mind.
"Hiiro…" His eyes widened in surprise as she spoke to him. Her own voice sounded strange in her ears. She'd never had anormal voice before. It had always echoed like thefading notes on a harp.It had always been that way. Her whole existence had been spent singing praises to her Lord, rarely ever speaking. A young woman appeared by his side, clinging to his arm.
"Who is she Hi-chan?" Her heart sank at the sight. Had things changed since she had last seen him? Shutting her eyes she began to focus on the physical pain. Anything was better than seeing the smug look in that woman's eyes. Dear God, please help me now in my most desperate time of need. That was her last thought and prayer before darkness consumed her.
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"Hi-chan, I asked you who she was." Hiiro ignored Relena's nagging as he watched the young woman at his feet. She had fallen out of nowhere, just appearing in the sky. He had never seen anyone, or anything like her.
Her long, wavy silver hair pooled around her slender form. The silk of her robes reminded him of the clothes the ancient Romans and Grecians used to wear. The white robes were trimmed with gold, a gold sash crisscrossing across the front and tying off in the back. It trailed down to her feet, mixing in with the silken folds of the dress. Golden sandals adorned the petite feet, just barely visible under the layers of silk. She was flat out gorgeous. The only thing marring her body was the bullet hole in her chest, oozing a silvery red blood.
"Hii-ro! Answer me!" He involuntarily cringed as she emphasized the 'e' sound in his name. Quickly regaining his perfect soldier composure he wrenched his arm from her grasp.
Turning to a group of four men of his age he frowned, noting that one was crying. Another was still by the fallen woman's side. Moments later an un-marked ambulance pulled up and men in white lab coats came out, placing her carefully on a stretcher. His violet-eyed friend joined them, shutting the doors behind him as the ambulance drove away at a law-breaking pace. Looking at the three remaining men he grunted, going over to his motorcycle and pulling on his helmet.
"Wufei, stay and keep the press at bay. This was not an attempt at Miss Peacecraft's assassination. Trowa, notify J that we have taken on a new mission for the time being. Quatre, you're coming with me." The blonde Arabian did as he was told. Wiping the tears from his eyes he took the helmet from Hiiro's outstretched hand. Hopping on the back of the bike he gripped his shoulders.
"But Hiiro! What about me?" Revving his engine Hiiro turned to glare at her.
"Get a life and stay out of mine." Several eyes widened at the stoic man's words before he sped off into the distance, leaving a wailing woman behind. The only thoughts on Hiiro's mind at the moment were of the silver haired tenshi and why she had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.