Welcome back! I hope I didn't make you wait too long. So funny story. I went back and started rewatching Gundam wing and noticed the strangest of strange things. A line Wufei says to Noin in their little fight at Victoria base he says, "I don't kill bleeding hearts and women." Irony of ironies, the crystal of Rei's that brought them to this world, I called the bleeding heart. And while I admit to planting lots of delicious Easter eggs for you guys to find that was in fact NOT one of them. At least not on purpose. And also...
Yes I'm a bit of a nerd, yes I occasionally study Lagrange points and Lagrange theory during my fic to ensure I'm applying my science accurately... I will say though that the science is really interesting.
I did not in looking back there are a plethora of typos in the last few chaps so I'm going to work my way back to fix those but feel free to point them out to me. As a note, I made a minor tweak to the office scene last chapter, mainly just Hiiro's response to Quatre on time.
I'd like to say a special thanks to Rose-chan, Nerf, Varee, Topaz, and especially MegaCat who did me a solid to look over the first two scenes of this chap and assuring me that's I've not completely flipped my lid. Also thanks to all my other readers. I know you're there you hidery-people! I apologize if there's anyone I've forgotten but you know I adore you too!
Well I think I've had enough chat, lets get on with the fic! Oh, and after this chap, time is going to start moving faster because some important shit is about to go down. It may also likely be a little bit before we see the Senshi universe again, only because there's no sense in spinning those tires when there's not a lot to do there yet.
So with no further Adieu...
You're My Kryptonite
Chapter 29
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"Would you like to dance?"
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Well past night fall, dinner was finished hours earlier and the dishes good and done. A hush lingers through the halls as everyone settles in for the night and the lights in the main halls dip to low to allow for the occasional worker to pass through while cleaning but to not disturb anyone else in the house who may be trying to rest. Even the living room, which normally has at least one person watching a movie or TV sits in silence, as if the days news has dampened its charms.
Having prided herself on avoiding the senshi of wind for the whole of the afternoon and well into night, a peculiar feeling started creeping into her mood when she found she first failed to show for lunch and then later for dinner. Adding even more to her worry, Rei was even further confused when Hiiro became just as elusive, absent, and hard to find.
Biting her lip in concentration, Rei slowly ascends the northern stairs, taking great care to not make a sound and disturb someone else in hearing range. Barefoot and in a comfortable sleep shirt and shorts, she carry's the borrowed leather jacket over one arm while lightly gripping the rail with her other hand. Unsure of where the sensations originating from, she feels her heart pulsing extra hard with every other beat.
Only recalling ascending these stairs a mere handful of times in the nearly two months they've been there, she can't help the anxiety that she may not be welcome there. Amidst her confusion in a few strange visions and then the lack of some, the flurry of thoughts and considerations strikes her to simply push all else aside and to just take this world moment by moment instead of battling against that fiery wall.
Reaching the top of the stairs with hardly a sound, she allows her to eyes to adjust to the dark corridor before directing her sights to the training room. Knowing that so many nights are spent in there blowing off steam, she's surprised to find the room shrouded in black and the door resting open to spell no one's inside. Not giving up so easily, she continues the opposite way down the hall, searching for a hint as to where he could be.
Passing a few doors which stand in darkness just the same, she's not ten paces from the next when she finally sees a small glimmer of light. The door ajar by merely a hand-span, the low source of light comes from the small desk lamp on the other side of the room and the laptop screen which sits idly on one end of the couch. Taking those steps to the door as quiet as a mouse, the Miko peers in in hopes she won't be intruding when he's asleep or at work.
On the other end of the couch with his head leaned back, Hiiro reclines in only a pair of gym shorts, he would be the image of rest if not for the sight of the compress he holds gingerly over his right eye. Older bruises show signs of nearly being healed but a distinctly fresh one lights up his left shoulder, darkening purple and black, it wraps from the front to over the top and back.
Concern overriding the hesitation to hold back, she nudges the door open with only the most minute of sounds as the door brushes over the plush carpet. Stepping inside with slow and steady strides, she notices an odd chair sitting just to the left of the door, on it's side and a leg broken in a jagged shard, it reminds her a little of the one's she's seen in the library and study.
Pressing on, she approaches where he rests on the couch, hoping deep down that she doesn't startle him as each foot fall silently sinks into the rug. With in a handful of steps from him, she notes it is in fact an ice pack he holds over his eye, ribbons of ice melt running down his arm and neck. It's only a step more before she's the one surprised when he cracks his other eye open, his aura projecting that he knew she was there. Their gazes locked for a mere few seconds, he closes his once again, not even flinching as she drops into the seat beside him and absently drapes the coat over the back.
No hesitation in her movement, she cups her warm hand on his freezing one, to pull the compress from his eye as he lulls his face towards her. Eye creeped open once more, she gasps at the garish bruise covering the one he'd been icing. A grotesque mix of purple and blue and completely swollen shut, the tender skin takes on a sheen from more then just the wet, but also the blood pooling in the welt.
"What happened?" She asks with concern, taking the ice pack from his hand and dropping it in the bowl of ice on the table and picks up a dry linen towel instead to dry his crusting eye.
Wincing just barely as she makes the lightest of touches, his cool fingers grasp her hand but not moving to push her away. "Your guard dog bit back," he finally says with a dry exhale, the sting fading from the new pressure on his eye.
"Why would she do that?" Rei asks, not expecting a response as she delicately swabs the dampness away. "You iced it too long," so many memories of treating her own bruises and wounds surface as she drops the towel back where she got it to grab a medicated pad which rotates between warm and cool and tapes it over his eye.
Patient as she winds a fresh roll of gauze over his eye and around his head to secure the patch in place, his computer begins beeping though he makes no move to retrieve it. The tone soft but distinct, it continues for several minutes until finally ceasing with a long pulse, just as she finishes and tucks the end of the bandage in to keep it secure.
"Haruka thought she was defending your honor," Hiiro drawls out of the blue before reaching across her to grab his computer, the screen lighting back up to show a search had just been completed and dozen or more sources now blink on the display. Taking care to open the first link, he doesn't miss the feel of her eyes switching between him and the images rolling onto the screen.
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"And if I don't know how?"
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"We need to talk."
Each of his friends exiting the room one by one, Hiiro took those steps towards the desk to look down on the star charts and colony maps splayed out for his calculating gaze to see. With his palms resting on the smooth top, he focuses on the projected paths of each colony in their Lagrange point, searching for something that he knows must be there. A blip or gap, a sign perhaps of what the JCO claims.
The door sliding closed firmly behind him and the distinct sound of the lock shifting into place distracts him from his scrutinizing but it's the voice that firmly draws him away. The words raising the hairs on the back of his neck. Turning his eyes away first, he looks back over his shoulder to lay his gaze on the Wind Senshi who's so obviously come looking for a fight.
"I have nothing to say Guard dog," he drawls, in no mood to talk, as he looks back to the desk and flips to another chart, searching for each of the colonies that have fallen to their control.
"Where is she?" Haruka demands, irritated by the way he brushes her off. "What did you do to her?" Having watched from the garage as Hiiro handed his bike off to one of the many Maganac before making his way inside. With no one else in site, even as she tailed him through the house, a foreboding feeling creeped into her soul.
"I don't have time for this," Hiiro replies with a grunt. "Go find her yourself," he dismisses, not sure he wants to know what she's implying.
"Face me!" Haruka demands, sending a barreling gust of wind across the room.
Not anticipating an attack, Hiiro finds himself hit like a ton of bricks and slammed against the desk and all of the charts are sent swirling. Using every ounce of his strength, he tries to push himself off the desk top, only to be struck again, and finding himself sailing over the ornate piece and careening into the chair where Quatre had previously sat. Groaning minutely as he takes a gasp of air back into his lungs, he slowly drags himself back to his feet and to finally set eyes on the obscure woman, in time to see her vault over the desk as well and leveling a punch to his face.
"I saw the news flash," she growls in a commanding tone. "What did you do to Mars?" Throwing a few more punches, he evades more then she makes.
"You..." Ducking below another rushed swing, Hiiro weaves around the office, not wanting to strike her but instead wear her out. "You heard wrong. Not that Mars."
Frustration building at the way he refuses to fight, Haruka changes tactics and lunges forward with a kick. Having circled back around the desk once more, she strikes him full in the chest and sends him slamming back against one of the chairs, the furniture violently hitting the ground followed by a sickeningly wooden crack.
"Mars is the colony I went to," Hiiro informs as he once more rises to his feet, wiping a trickle of blood from his lips and already feeling the fresh sting over his eye.
"Don't lie to me..." Haruka says with an unspoken threat, "I saw you walk into this house alone. Where's Rei?" Springing over the now broken chair, she grabs him by the collar and pulls him in close to read every hint of emotion on his face.
Anger boiling over Hiiro takes a firm grip of her wrist, ripping her hold off his clothes, glaring back with nearly identical ice cold eyes. "Be careful what accusations you make," he says ominously, pushing her away.
"Liar!" She shouts, starting her assault again, making more hits as he stumbles back a few more steps. "I'd know if she was here . I knew you weren't to be trusted. She was wrong to wave me off. Wrong to trust in you!"
Sensing her becoming more and more blinded by rage, Hiiro struggles to keep up with the increasing cadence of her attacks, taking a hit for every two she now sends his way. "She's in her room," he argues back, dodging another strike and weaving behind her for a chance to catch his breath, feeling the burn of sweat mixing with the blood now weeping from his eye. "I didn't lay a finger on her."
"You can't lie to me," she rages, spinning around and glaring daggers at him. "All you men are the same. She was drinking last night and you saw your chance."
"You've lost your mind!" Hiiro shouts back as she charges at him once more, wondering what's really gotten under her skin. Trying to duck away, she glances a punch off his left shoulder earning a wince from him in return. "I'm not that kind of..." The air suddenly rushes from his lungs when she drives her knee into his gut.
Sick of his denials and leaving him no more time to catch his breath, she takes a hold of his arm and gives it a twist. Throwing her hip into him and using the momentum to her advantage to lift him off the floor with a heave and a grunt and propelling him back at the door.
Light as air for a fraction of a moment as he feels open air, he's rewarded with violent jolt as his back and head strikes the door, the wood heaving and shaking under his weight. Vision bursting white, what little air he has left escapes as a groan as he slides like a heap to the floor, he has only a few bleary moments to see the wavering steps moving towards him before he blacks out once and for all.
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"I'll show you the steps."
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The images fill the screen, one after another as he minimizes the list to scrutinize his results. Scanning the lines of description, he dismisses the words of old French and German, filtering for Japanese and English instead. Rei can't help to lean in closer to peer at the image of an intricate painting and reads the caption below it referencing a war from long long ago.
"Galaxia," Rei reads the word aloud, appreciating the depth the painting holds. A battle field reduced to blood and ash as a radiant figure stands victorious from the filth. "You're looking for information about us?" She asks in surprise, seeing the the painter listed as unknown but easily recognize who wielded such a skillful brush.
Nodding in response, Hiiro pulls up a second painting which is of a dozen women, their face and features intentionally obscured as they each sprout angelic wings, rising over the same war torn field. Cosmos. "It's in old Japanese...most history from more then a few hundred years ago is well and lost. There is a collection of paintings though that came up."
"It's not so ancient though..." She mumbles as she watches each picture scroll by. "How much time has passed?"
"It's not fully known but I'd estimate 600...700 years maybe. The way time is kept has changed several times over the years," He replies absently, flipping past more photos before stopping on a peculiar one titled Lost.
An abstract image of shapes with a diamond spire in the middle, colored like pure pearlescent ice. Nine stones of varying heights and colors surround it, leaning against the center spoke. The illusion of faces reflect on the colored visages but move with the stance of the person studying it. In all the movement and intricacy, one difference is near right, third space in, while the other colors stand in majesty, the scarlet red figure lies in crumbled ruin. It truly is the lost.
"I feel like I've seen this image before..." Rei says vacantly, trying to place a time where it would have made sense. "Who's the artist?"
Typing a few commands and selecting the next two sources, Hiiro searches for several more moments only to come up empty, just like the others, the artist was lost to time. "Unknown. All that remains is the title of each work and the whole of the collection."
Pulse suddenly raising, Rei swallows back a dry gasp as she studies the next picture again. "What's the collection called?" She finds herself hesitant to ask.
"The Message," Hiiro pronounces slowly, letting the archaic mix of ancient Japanese and Romaji roll off his tongue.
"Maybe the location of the gallery will tell us more about it?" She finds her self asking again hesitantly, unable to shake that icy feeling of frozen fingers crawling up her spine.
Searching again through the fourth and fifth links,he finally comes to a page announcing the opening of a new gallery to specially display the nearly one hundred works for all the public to see. "A gallery opened dedicated to them almost a year ago and is still showing them," checking his information over again, he continues to read the location. "Messiah 11399 at Lagrange point 4. It's a butterfly class colony. The art is on display at the...Gallery of Silence."
Heart beating harder, each pulse catching in her throat, she can't bring herself to utter a word but continues to stare as the pictures move by. A buzz like a dagger jabs at the back of her mind, but what she sees is lost between her mind and her lips. The flash of each image sparks a new moment as she fights to keep control.
"There's one particular piece which is the focal point of the exhibit," Clicking the image, it takes a few moments to slowly load before filling the screen in a sea of purples. Spiraling like a vortex in a million different purple shades. Looking at it longer then the rest, Hiiro barely notices Rei's silence as he moves to the bottom of the page for the images name. "It's called Firefly..."
With a jolt to her heart, Rei gasps, dropping the last of the bandages she forgot she was holding as she rises to her feet. Pulse pounding in her ears, she finds herself stumbling towards the door before she even knows she moved. The compulsion too great to remain standing still.
"I...I have to go..."
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"Then I accept."
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Heart pounding like a raging drum, the air escapes her lungs in wheezes and gasps. Fighting the clouds swirling in her head and the fog filling her eyes, Rei stumbles in desperation to make it up her own flight of stairs, stumbling and clinging to the railing, she crawls over more of the steps then she can actually manages to walk. This feeling, this sensation she knows all to well, she forces another straining breath as she drags her weightier body over the final step.
Gripping the wall, the sweat begins pouring from brow as she blinks in vain to to clear her gaze. Three paces or four, the world warps around her as her limbs feel like lead. The strain too much as she battles the good battle against or own demons, she gives in to the urge, knowing there's no way to make it to her bedroom door. A pleading moan slips through her parched lips as she watches her own body collapse to the floor.
Soaking wet and skin cold as steel, her vacant eyes stare out unblinking, boring into a world beyond the confines of the Winner abode. Lost deep in the throws of her vision, her muscles twitch and her limbs convulse as she battles the forewarning that Chronos bade her to know.
Too long since her last vision had came and too strong for her to be prepared, the soft foot steps that had followed her had gone unnoticed up the stairs and into the hall. Still now even as she's unaware of the world, those same steps pad with care to not frighten her, should she break free from the trance before she knows they're there. Gentle but strong, the on looker kneels beside her and lifts her limp frame into their arms before easily standing once again to carry her to her room.
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"I had a feeling you would."
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Across the stars but not so far a way, a long hall opens up in anamnesis of times well and past on by. A hundred times longer then it's widest part, archaic chandeliers hang in suspension from the towering ceilings and spaced by a myriad of Gothic arches. The walls themselves breath with a dark and haunting life, carved from granite and marble, it harkens to the ancient cathedrals of religions long and since forgotten.
The floors all and bare, a narrow runway of velvety black rug runs the length of the daunting room, making it feel bigger, grander, and so very cold and lonely. At the far end of the space like the dais of a church without its pews, a riser stands tall in suspension over the floor to look out over the invisible congregation beneath an unfathomably ornate stained glass window reflecting the orbits of the planets as they spin through the stars around their own doting sun in a scene simply called The Waltz.
Perched on the edge of the riser with legs kicking in open air, a small child rests idly with a lolly spun between her fingers and thumb. Eyes so bright and crystalline clear, she hides her gaze with an overly large pair of blackened shades as she studies the intricate lines of the ceiling over head. Head back further and further with each passing moment, the adult sized fedora nearly slips from her brow while her curls of magenta hair become free to fall around her ears. Grinning still the same, her excessively long coat nearly swallows her as she sits waiting, but waiting for what?
Cavernous and bare, the tiniest sounds roar in echos, carrying the steady sound of high heels rapping steadily across the iridescent stone floor. The foot falls near her as she remains calm, unworried by who may possibly be approaching her in this far off place, she pulls the spent stick of her such from her mouth and flips it over her shoulder before pulling a fresh one from one of her many pockets and popping it in her mouth.
"What's your business here?" A strong and authoritative female voice demands as the new comer finally arrives at the dais, halting a dozen paces from the structure with fists balled at her sides.
Scrutinizing the woman, the child can't help but to appreciate the way her old school military jacket falls perfectly to her thighs while her perfectly groomed plethora of mossy braids drops further still to her knees. Laced knee high black boots perfectly contrasts the white of her pants and gloves and accents the blackened shine of the helmet protecting her head and blocking her eyes.
"Clever," is the child's only response as she produces a remote from practically no where and holds it over her shoulder, pressing a button to knock out the lights.
As the lights blink out, a projection lights up the whole of the back wall. Spinning and twirling, a golden Goddess takes over the screen. Adorned by a ruby red mask and blushing and fluttering her eyes, she blows a kiss to the screen before turning again. An elegant dance, it mesmerizes anyone who catches her eyes, with each faint glimpse, teasing and flirting as she mouths the words to tickle your ears. "Don't forget me, ne?"
"You're the brat who handed our shuttle to Altron," The woman states, crossing her arms, the action only making her appear more regal, more intimidating. "If it weren't for you, Yuy would be dead right now."
"Correct!" The child says with a grin, tossing her second sucker stick over her shoulder before hopping down to the floor below the riser. "If not for me, he would be dead, and you wouldn't have the former Queen in your hands."
Arching a hidden eyebrow as the child boldly marches towards her, the masked woman can't help but smirk at the audacity in such a small fry. "Do you expect me to say thanks?"
Tipping her head to one side and then the other, the child looks up to the tall woman with the most sugary sweet smile. "No...I have a proposition for you," she says coyly, her smile spreading into a full on grin.
Intrigued by such a peculiar child, the helmeted woman purses her lips to ponder a moment, proffering to not throw her whole hand on the table at once. "I'm listening," she demures.
"What would you say..." the precocious child begins, pulling her coat closed but the tails still trailing behind her, "if I could get you into La grange 4?"
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"So long as we take it slow."
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Just pass dawn, the colony lights slowly ease through the window, the sheer curtains doing little if any good to ward off the morning's intrusive ways. The night had been long, more so then most in the past may seem. Ranging from bitterly hot to bitingly cold, the up and down cadence nudges like a dulling ache that continues on until you give in and fall awake.
Surrounded by warmth and held in comfort, a resistant groan escapes Rei's lips as she feels the most gentle of fingers brush across her brow followed by the warm dampness of a freshly cleaned cloth. The urge growing too strong despite the pain she feels in her head, she forces her bleary amethyst eyes to give up and face the day. Feeling the dryness on her lips, she struggles to focus her eyes on the pool of colors swimming around her, but more so on the blur of dirty blond and blue leaning over her.
"Haruka?" She asks in a rasp, licking her lips in futile effort.
Hearing an amused chuckle and pressing her eyes tighter to make the infernal orbs work, she sees all too soon, the mistake that she's made. Not so dirty blond, but platinum instead, that shade of blue stands just a touch lighter as a different kind of war story lingers in their depths. The complexion too, threw her for a loop with a much fairer skin tone with that touch of masculine that the Senshi of wind could never quite pull off, all and all accented by the slightest hint of stubble that's grown in over night.
"Quatre-san?" Rei final asks in recognition, having pegged him as one of the last. Appreciative none the less, she grasps his hand as he moves to pull the washcloth away, the room slowly but surely clears for her as she finds herself safely in her bed. "How long was I out?"
Pulling his hand away gently, the desert prince drops the towel back in the water basin he'd set on the bedside table before helping her to slowly sit up and handing her a glass of water. "I was coming up the stairs last night when I saw you struggling and then collapse in the hall. I stayed with you all night, you kept calling out."
Fragments of her vision play over and over in her head as she stares down at her hands clasped in her lap, not needing to look up as Quatre stands to carry the water basin to the bathroom to dump the water in the sink. Releasing a sigh, she raises her hand to brush her bangs from her eyes. "What was I saying?" she asks, looking up as he comes back into view, hoping for a hint to what the message could have meant.
Leaving the bathroom with a bottle in hand, Quatre sits back on the edge of the bed where he'd perched most of the night and flips open the lid to deposit a few aspirin into the Miko's hand. "You said we have to get to the dance, the waltz. The truth is in the waltz," he repeats with a shrug, setting the bottle on the nightstand.
"I don't know..." Rei whispers to herself, trying to focus on the disorganized images she saw. Remembering back to what triggered her vision, she recalls the field of purple and the intricate portrait of crystals before stumbling from Hiiro's room. "I have to talk to Haruka," she suddenly gasps, attempting to move to jump out of bed.
"Stay in bed," Quatre commands with firm but gentle hands, pushing her back by the shoulders. "I've already talked to Haruka," he says, surprising her more then he already had.
Resigning with a tired sigh, she leans back in her pillow once more, for once not up for her normal fight. "Why are you so nice to us?" She asks after several long moments, realizing that question had been plaguing her mind for nearly two months.
"I don't know," Quatre admits with a rye chuckle while slowly getting back to his feet. "I only intended for you to stay a few days. I suppose something told me it was important you stayed," turning on his heel, he moves towards the door, turning back once more before disappearing from her view. "Or maybe you brought the life that this house needed."
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"I'll take care of you."
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A few days passing like a blur, a flurry of life floods the normally vacant hangar as work is grinding at a full on pace. Welders spit fire as crane lifts whir carrying heavy parts from one part of the bay to another. A team of Maganac surround Deathscythe as Duo stands perched on his Gundam's chest where it lays across the floor at the far end of the room, directing each of his crew on what parts to maneuver and which step to complete next. Working in perfect rhythm he ducks without being told when a partially constructed arm swings past over head.
While three of the other suits receive only minimal attention, a more sedated but similar takes place at Wing Zero as four more workers toil to resecure panels to the legs and wings of the massive suit. Unwilling to let anyone into the integral systems of his Gundam, Hiiro takes it on himself alone to do the wiring and cockpit installations with no help at all, often resulting in the dismissal of anyone who oversteps that line.
Moving between the two massive machines, Trowa delivers sensitive parts as finished to each of the pilots in turn while Quatre over-sees the whole of the operation from a catwalk above the floor. Clipboard in hand and a hard hat on his crown, he signs off on parts as they roll in and puts in the orders to strip machinery for parts or directing people on where to search within the colony bounds.
Absorbed in his work, the Sandrock pilot does everything he can to not look at the remains of his plane and one of his favorite cars which were dismantled earlier in the day. Writing a quick notation and comparing it to the sku on another large part moving overhead, he signs his signature and hands the papers off to Amal who hurries off to do his task, leaving Quatre to continue on his own list of chores.
"Are you sure this is the best course to take?"
Signing his name for a second and third time, Quatre taps his pen on the clipboard before turning his gaze to meet that of his comrade. Having argued this to no end over the last few days he can't help the exhaustion of the topic from displaying so distinctly on his brow. Heaving a sigh he looks over the two prone Gundams, looking for something to tell him it's one big mistake.
"There's no real other choice Wufei," he says dryly, just as unhappy with the response. "we and the colonies we consider home and peace as a whole are being threatened."
"But to involve them..." Wufei mutters, looking up to his own suit where it still stands untouched and in the worst repair of any of the other suits.
"It's only a safety net, consider it a last resort," Quatre encourages, still willing to believe that diplomacy will win out. "Hiiro says he may know where to start."
"So I've heard..." Wufei drawls, taking a few paces farther down the catwalk to look down into the open hatch of zero-one where Hiiro sits half hidden by the shadows, working away on his half rebuilt console. Scowl deepening, he can't help but to resent all the fighting, all the battles, all the lives lost...only for another war to be threatening their pieced together lives.
Back rigid and battling his demons, Wufei can't bring himself to turn back to face the fair-haired Prince of the Desert. A curse and a mantra is all that passes through his lips before he starts to walk away, not yet ready to admit this defeat. To not admit that all the fighting, all the battles, all the deaths were in vain and that another war is brewing. So willing to run, he calmly walks with every ounce of pride he has, needing distance more then words. So far still though, those last words reach his ears.
"This time we'll make it right."
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"We need your help."
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BIG SIGH!
Thank you again for taking the time to read and I apologize for the delay. I intended to post this last night before bed, but I kinda got distracted watching Arrow...what can I say, I like super heroes. Ironically enough this story pertains to a super hero of sorts. Gotta love puns.
So as I mentioned before, time's going to start moving a little more quickly to get to some important milestones before getting down to the good stuff. I know some of you might be thinking its taking a long time to get Rei and Hiiro together...but I promise you...there are some very good reasons and it'll be worth it. I just can't tell you them yet. Oh, and don't worry I have not forgotten about the book and I haven't forgotten about Minako and Duo's little "threat" a few chaps back. I think I might give Hiiro a little break though, I realize I've been letting him get beat up a lot lately...
Anyways, I thank you once again for reading and don't hesitate to tell me if I missed any spelling issues, I tried to check it a few times over.
Thanks and R&R!
Tchus~
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