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Note: words in italics are meant for emphasis while a phrase between '' is a person whispering italics and '' are thoughts

Thank you Ley, Dana, Radical Edward, Meio-chan, Silver Wing, Wildfire's Flame, Jupiter's Light and last but NEVER EVER least Dark Deity

Chapter 3

By The Pretty Penwriter

"My life was never simple." she mumbled from amidst her slumber, her own voice startled her and she shot up in her over plush bed.

She looked around frantically searching for something, something that seemed familiar to her. Getting out of her bed and placing her warm feet onto the cold wooden floor, she ambled across the floor and around the room. She began touching things to see if they were real, to see if she was actually awake, when she was satisfied she let out a long and relieved sigh. Her violet eyes turned to the balcony; she rushed towards the large French doors and threw the drapes aside to look out onto the brand new day. Suddenly she felt very much cooped up and so she pushed open the two doors, to allow the warm and refreshing sunlight to tickle her skin.

      She gracefully walked out and onto the balcony and rested her arms onto the railing. The sunlight reflected off her pale cotton white night gown. Her eyes traveled to her courtyard, scanning over all the vibrant colored flowers and shrubs. This was a peaceful place for her a place where she could come and unwind from the pressures of the world, that were laid upon her shoulders. Her eyes softened as she watched the small and yellow canary land onto her palm chirping softly. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she squeezed the canary in her palm until she heard the bird chirp no more.

"Heero?" called Tasha as she stepped into the room.

A low moan was her only reply; she made her way over to the direction the sound was emitting from. To see him battered and bruised did not make her gasp or to seem surprised, she took the cloth and dabbed it into the awaiting basin of antiseptic. She applied the moistened cloth to his cuts and bruises, hearing him hiss every time she touched a still fresh wound with the stinging liquid.

"You know you should never defy Okami, this is your punishment for having such a quick tongue with her. But you must be special, because you have only a broken arm; others get punished with much worse." Tasha stated as she placed a bandage over the large scratch on his arm, she removed his shirt to attend to the bruises on his chest.

Seeing all the older scars all over his chest sparked her curiosity, "You must've had a dark past, were you a soldier in the war?" she asked as she traced one of the longest scars with her finger.

"I…was a soldier in many wars." Heero answered her and sighed with relief when she applied a cooling salve onto one of his bruises.

"Can you tell me about them sometime? For I have never left this place and I have seen no war." Tasha said a small sad smile on her lips as she looked into his eyes; her innocence betrayed her. 

"What do you mean you've never left this place…why?" Heero asked

"Well…" She started as she pulled and twisted his arm until it was placed back into a normal position. During this process Heero only winced and let out a long hiss.

"I've never been anywhere really, I was born and raised in this little community. My parents, died a long time ago and Okami lets me stay here with her. We've grown to be great friends through the years, and she has been very kind." Tasha explained. She took some gauze and finished bandaging his wounds.

"Thank you." Heero said softly.

"Thank me when you tell me of your wars sir Heero, and I shall bandage your wounds." Tasha said and stood. "A word of advice Heero, don't cross Okami again the consequences may be more dire. And I hope you told no one of your findings." She added and began to make her way across the floor to the door her heels softly tapping the floor with every step.

"Wait!" Heero called after her, she stopped and turned to look at him; her ginger eyes softly questioning him.

"Why did you say that?" he asked his voice lowered.

"Because sir Heero, whoever knows with the exception of you, is killed." She replied before she left the room the heavy wooden door closing behind her. 

"You've got new messages waiting" the mechanic voice chimed out to her. Her brown eyes widened as she searched through the email addresses to find one from Heero dating back a day before his disappearance. She moved the cursor over to the file and double clicked over it to open the emailed letter. There was a file attached to it to be download, a large file by the looks of it, she clicked on it and chose the option "download now". While waiting for the document to download she stood and walked over to the coffee pot, she poured herself a cup full and took a slight sip of the hot bitter liquid.

She heard the pounding of feet upstairs and sighed, she walked over to the door, opened it and called out, "Marimaea!! Go to bed this instant!"

"Aw…" her adopted 13-year-old daughter whined back, but her stomping footsteps down the stairs and to her bedroom, made Emily Une smile.

She returned to in front of her desk and sat down, she began to read the now downloaded file, by the time she had finished her coffee was now ice cold, and fear shot up and down her spine. She turned to her phone and reached for it, she dialed the preventers' number. Someone picked up and answered "Hello?" before the phone went dead and the lights cut out.

Her heartbeat quickened and she reached into her side drawer to pull out her 9mm. Pistol.

"Mom!!" Marimaea called out frightened.

"It's all right Marimaea just a power glitch that's all, stay in your room." She ordered to her daughter.

"Okay." she called back.

Emily's eyes adjusted to the darkness and darted around the room looking for anything suspicious, because she was now a target. She quickly turned to the right where she heard a slight clicking sound.

"So vulnerable." A voice called out.

Emily's eyes looked everywhere but she could not pinpoint the location of the speaker.

"So helpless." The person called out.

Emily narrowed her eyes at no particular spot and asked, "Who are you?" she took a step closer to the door to lock it, so Marimaea would not come into the room.

"Na uh no questions and no answers." The person said humor laced into the voice.

Emily's heartbeat quickened as she looked everywhere but still she could not find the person. Suddenly in front of her a pale face loomed, its blue eyes shining bright. The gun in Emily's hand was now pointed directly at the figure.

"Why?" she simply asked

"Because I never had a simple life." She answered.

In the distance two reports were heard, along with a childlike scream.

TBC

Yes you all must definitely hate me now (smiles sinisterly) but you know I'm going to continue…Hey have any of you checked out my story "Cobalt Blue and Emerald Green" I hope you like that one and I hope you like this one!! Oh yeah, I didn't know Lady Une's first name, and I heard somewhere that it was Emily. If it's not then well I guess it's just another made up name for the characters.

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