a/n: just a warning folks, there is a minor moment of non-consensual touching in this chapter. i felt it was necessary to the plot, and its not gratuitous. I do not by any means aim to fetishize non-consensual touching or rape. Things will be getting real from now on! THUS M rating.
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DossierCh. 4
/Present day/ (instances of XXX are for redacted information)
Birthcertificate_
Saint Gabriel's Hospital, Maternity Ward
Okinawa, Japan JAP XXXXX
Tadashi, Odin Hiiro
Born: Nov 1, AC 179
03:00 hours
Blood type: AB
Weight: approx 2.1 kg (4 lbs 3 oz)
Length: 22.86 cm (9 inches)
Mother: Tadashi, Aoi
Occupation: XXXX
Father: Lowe, Odin
Occupation: XXXX
Status: unmarried, father not present
Home Address: XXX XXXX JAP XXX
Home Phone: XXXX XX X X XX
Witness: Catalonia, XXXXXX XX, Khushrenada, XXXXX, Clark, XXXXX
Doctor: XXX NULL
Complications: consistent with radiation exposure in utero, extensive space travel, and occupational interference of mother.
Treatment: XXXX XXXX, NICU XXX XXXX
Registrar: XXXX XXXXXX
Date of discharge: 2. December. AC 179.
Status: outpatient therapy recommended for mother and infant.
Signed: Dr. XXX Null
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AC 201
They had all gone to space to celebrate Quatre's twenty-first birthday.
He spared no expense, renting a penthouse suite at Golden Khalifa, the trendiest hotel on Quatre's home colony.
The place was stocked with alcohol and food, and he had anything they wanted on speed dial.
The party was downright tacky. But Quatre could care less. If it was his birthday, then it was all of their birthdays. Quatre was the only one who truly had any knowledge of when he was born, save for Wu-fei who had chosen to skip the event. He had no time for frivolous, fake parties he had written on his RSVP response.
Heero and Relena arrived together, to no one's surprise, and they had also arrived late (again without surprising anyone). Relena found herself being dragged away by Dorothy and Cathy early on, leaving Heero in the care of Duo, Hilde and Quatre at the gilded bar near the state of the art stereo system.
Some racket Duo had most likely chosen was blaring through the speakers. It sounded like a slowed down jack hammer in Heero's opinion, and he made sure that Duo knew about it.
"Lighten up Birthday Boy!" Duo shouted as he slid a bottle of amber lager across the bar toward Heero. Heero gave him a smirk and took a seat next to Quatre.
"Not drinking Quatre?" Heero held his bottle up just in case Quatre couldn't hear him.
"Oh no thank you Heero. I abstain for religious reasons." Heero gave him an 'aha' and returned to his own bottle. The liquid was frothy, crisp, and lightly carbonated. He had one like it while staying in Germany. He rather liked his time in Germany. He went on to tell the group just that.
"That's nice Heero. So are you and Relena sleeping together?" Hilde cut right to the chase. She lifted her martini to her mouth to take a casual sip. Duo and Quatre wore expressions of disbelief.
Heero wasn't an idiot. He knew how things looked with him and Relena.
"Absolutely not. She's my boss."
Hilde turned red as a tomato. She looked back down to her drink, and Heero sighed, hoping that the usual questions regarding his interesting living arrangement and friendship with Relena were not hot topics tonight.
"Okay well...do you think about it? Sleeping with your boss I mean?" Hilde ventured. She was brave when drunk, Heero would have to hand it to her.
"Babe c'mon. Leave them alone."
Duo snaked his arm over her shoulder and slammed his empty bottle on the counter.
Heero swirled the liquid around in his bottle before downing the rest in one long gulp.
"Thatta boy! Chug it!" Duo wooped, prying a giggle out of Hilde.
Alcohol was always a great distraction.
Three beers later, Heero was finally starting to feel it. He stole a look over at Quatre, who had joined the staff in bringing out trays of food. Trowa stood by watching silently, a rocks glass in his hand.
Quatre never drank, he never cursed. He always had a smile on his face. He was unafraid to show Trowa, who had recently come out as his lover, affection in public. Quatre was sure of himself, despite his demons.
Heero was jealous of his confidence, but proud to see his friend making such an effort for his own happiness. He even made efforts for their happiness as a group. He was selfless, a true friend.
Relena, in her own drunkeness, threw her arms over Quatre's shoulders to bring him into an embrace. She swayed him side-to-side, nearly spilling her full glass of white wine.
Heero let himself smile for a moment before returning to his solitary beer. Quatre was probably the only other man he would allow to dance with Relena without twisting into a jealous knot. Besides, if Quatre danced with her, he could save himself the embarrassment.
"Hey." Trowa took a seat next to him at the counter. "You alright? Everyone is dancing now." He gestured behind them, bangs falling across his face as he did so.
"Hn. Not much of a dancer here." Heero grunted, turning to face the small, sloppy party of former pilots and their dates.
"Well you seem to be a champion drinker. How many does it take to get you to dance with her?"
Heero looked at his collection of empties, counting three.
"About two more."
Trowa let out a hearty laugh.
"Heero! What...what are you doing? Are you being funny?!" Relena shouted.
"Uhoh. Bet she asks you to dance."
"Trowa grab me a beer." he grunted as he turned to face her.
She was incredibly disheveled, wine usually did that to her. Her hair was loose and her bangs were clipped to the side and a few pieces were caught her mouth. Her cheeks and chest were blushed from a combination of heat and alcohol. Her skin tight, light blue dress was struggling to break free from her skin.
"Trowa stop hogging Heero, he wants to dance."
"Told you."
"She didn't ask, she assumed."
"Assume the position Heero - come dance with me. I can't stand up on my own."
"Oh boy Heero. Here take a road beer." Trowa handed him a lager he found while leaning over the counter.
Relena ignored the fast tempo of the music, as she was known to do. Her arms draped around his neck, she more or less hung, or supported herself, against him, eyes closed.
She'd let him lead at this point in her inebriation, and he swayed from side to side, beer in one hand, the other supporting her waist.
Less than an hour later, most everyone had passed out in various areas of the hotel suite. Only Dorothy remained awake, and eerily sober. She watched Heero aimlessly swaying with Relena on the small wooden dance floor. When she made eye contact with Heero, she gave him a knowing smirk.
She got up from her seat and slinked over to where they stood.
"How's it feel to be one year older?" she said in a cool voice.
"I've felt the same for as long as I can remember." he answered. Heero looked down to study the crown of Relena's hair. He supposed he had become older, he was certainly taller now.
Although Relena was still swaying along with him, her eyes had closed and her breathing became peaceful.
"Our majesty is asleep I think." Dorothy pointed out.
"Hn." Heero said, slowing his pace. "Relena...wake up."
"Wha...I'm sorry Heero I wasn't ah.." his 'dance' partner mumbled.
He bent his knees a little and swept her so that he cradled her in his arms.
"I'll show you to the ladies' room...Quatre put us together." Dorothy smoothed out her black velvety floor-length dress and turned to the opposite end of the suite. In the far end there were four rooms, one for Duo and Hilde, one for Quatre and Trowa, the largest room for Relena, Dorothy, and Cathy, and a smaller fourth bedroom for Heero.
He set her down gently on the queen-sized bed removing her brown leather laced sandals, and covered her with a fluffy white blanket. He was careful not to wake Cathy, whom she would have to share a bed with that night.
Relena smiled in her sleep at his careful touch. He was tempted to kiss her, but their last attempt at kissing didn't go very well. He also didn't want alcohol to be the common denominator with each rare kiss.
"Isn't she beautiful? More and more with every passing year." Dorothy remarked from the private bathroom nearby.
Heero didn't need to vocalize an answer, he was pretty sure Dorothy knew how he felt about her. The past few interactions they had, Dorothy made sure he knew how she felt about Relena as well. He couldn't blame the newly minted politician either. They had both known Relena for a long time, and she had spent more time than he had with her years before when they were teens. Compared with the others, Heero saw Dorothy as competition.
But while Dorothy openly flirted with Relena every chance she got, Heero was more reserved. He didn't want to actively pursue her. No, he valued their friendship over all things. He certainly did not want her to think he had a hidden agenda.
Dorothy, however, was the queen of the hidden agenda.
Dorothy kneeled down next to Relena's side of the bed, and lightly trailed her finger over the sleeping girl's delicate arm. The girl shuddered a bit, goosebumps pebbling her skin. Next to her, a sleeping Cathy hummed lightly and shifted in her place, revealing that she had removed her clothes before retreating to bed earlier.
The whole scene felt dirty to Heero. Dorothy, caressing Relena's sleeping body; and Cathy, to whom he had barely said two words to all night, in her shifting revealed her bare chest to the two of them.
Heero turned away, embarrassed by it all.
Dorothy let out a feathery giggle.
"What's the matter Heero? We're all adults here. Come sit with us."
"Stop it Dorothy. Cover Cathy up, leave Relena alone, and go to bed. Now."
Dorothy must have been less sober than he thought, as Heero saw her typically cool demeanor crack as she huffed and pouted. His tone must have worked, because she got up, pulled the blanket up over Cathy, and plopped down onto her own bed in a dramatic fashion.
Heero later splashed his face with the coldest water possible. He needed to sober up. The image of the three women in bed together was causing a reaction in him, against his will.
He was here on personal business, but as long as he was here with Relena, he was on duty. She would always be his focus.
He tried to remind himself of that as he peeled off his clothes in his own private bathroom and jumped into the shower.
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Okay getting a bit more angsty here! I won't be posting any hardcore smut or anything with rape, just a heads up. I just feel like Dorothy would be the type to enjoy non-consensual touching, no matter what gender the object of her affection is. I do not condone that in anyway! Don't mean to vilify Dorothy but I really just don't trust her. Sorry Dorothy fans!
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