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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, Shi no tenshi, Relena Maxwell Radical Edward, Meio-chan, Silver Wing, Wildfire's Flame, Jupiter's Light and last but NEVER EVER least Dark Deity. Josh didn't I tell you never to call me that again you will be punished. Sorry about how late this is, I had to go to the doctor's yesterday turns out I have Laryngitis!!! That bites, it means I can't talk…me a motor mouth and I can't talk!!! Oh how unfair life is, I can't (sniffle) talk how will I survive guess that means I'll have to bring my notepad and write down everything I have to say. Anyway enough about my problems I could sit here all day and tell you about my problems enjoy!
Chapter 4 - A Soldier's Tears
By The Pretty Penwriter
Marimaea screamed bloody murder when she heard the reports, and she knew something was direly wrong. She knew something was wrong from the moment the power went out and she heard voices in her mother's office. She stood in her room afraid for a moment but something pushed her to go see if her mother was okay or not.
She bolted out of her room and ran down the hallway to her mother's office she first gently knocked on the door, and when she received no answer she began pounding on it. Her pale face began to stain with tears as they trailed down her cheeks.
"Momma," She called through the door "Momma!!" she shouted again but heard no reply, she rammed her small body against the door, but the heavy wooden door wouldn't budge.
Marimaea was past panicky she was now hysterical, when suddenly the thought hit her, her mother's cell phone. She ran as fast as her still growing legs could carry her; upon arriving to her mother's room she tore through everything looking for the phone. She finally found it lying in the bottom of her mother's designer purse; she pulled it out and pressed speed dial number 1.
Lucretzia was in her husband's office trying to find where she had placed her notepad, when his office phoned rang. Figuring that it wouldn't hurt to be a little nosy she picked it up.
"Hello Milliardo Peacecrafts' office who may I say is calling." She answered in a professional tone of voice.
"Huh she…my mom…gunshots." a shrill voice called through the phone.
"What…Mari is that you?? What's the matter, calm down and explain it to me." Lucretzia coaxed over the phone.
The hysterical girl took a deep breath and started again, "I heard gunshots in my mother's home office, I tried to get to her but the door was locked, and someone cut the power to the house." Marimaea said again.
"Alright, Mari I want you to listen to me, I want you to go back into your room and lock the door, and I don't want you to open it unless you hear my voice. Okay?" Lucretzia said.
"Okay, only when I hear your voice." Marimaea repeated and then hung up the phone.
Lucretzia wasted no time in gathering a team together and heading over to the Une estate only they didn't know that when they arrived they'd be a little too late.
Lucretzia called through the heavy wooden door to Marimaea who was cowering in he corner of her large walk-in closet. She sprang to life when she heard Lucretzia's voice and quickly got up and opened the door. She flung herself into Lucretzia's arms and cried. Lucretzia calmly soothed the child by smoothing down her hair; yet Lucretzia held back the tears of her own as not to make the child cry even more.
Marimaea stopped crying and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand she looked up at Lucretzia.
"Is…is my mother okay?" she asked
Lucretzia slowly shook her head and the tears she had so desperately tried to hold back fell.
'No.' Marimaea whispered "NOOOOOOOOOO." She wailed and collapsed into Lucretzia's arms.
Milliardo rubbed the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and tried to stop the onslaught of tears. His eyes were already blurred with tears he blinked them away and tapped lightly on the wooden door to his sister's home office.
"Come in." her voice drifted through the polished oak door.
Milliardo took a deep breath and turned the knob with his suddenly clammy hands and swallowed the thick lump that was quickly developing in his throat. He slowly pushed the door open and stepped into the brightly lit room; he could hear her pounding away on the keys of her keyboard. She didn't look up until he had cleared his throat; and even then she continued pounding away on the keys.
"Yes Milliardo what's wrong?" she asked, concern weaved into her voice, but her eyes holding a different emotion one that Milliardo couldn't exactly identify at the moment.
"Relena could you stop for a moment?" he asked as her raked his hand through his normally neat kept platinum blond hair, which was now in shambles.
She did as she was told and stopped the assault of her fingers upon the keyboard. She looked up at him, curiosity growing in her bright violet eyes. Milliardo sighed once again and then took a seat in the chair in front of her large oak desk. He bit his lower lip; a very bad habit that he had recently picked up, from constant irritation the tender flesh was beginning to tear. He tried to look her in the eyes but found that he couldn't, that maybe he'd find something in her eyes that he didn't want to see.
"Relena…" he started but soon trailed off and looked at his fidgeting hands in his lap.
"Yes Milliardo, what is it…what is the matter?" she asked concern in her voice but lacking in her violet orbs, the other emotion was still present the one he still could not identify.
"Relena, a few hours ago Emily Une was found in her office, she was murdered." He answered her.
Tears immediately sprang to her eyes and her lips twisted in turmoil.
'No.' she said in a ghostlike whisper
Milliardo stood and stepped around the desk to envelope his little sister in a hug; he gently smoothed her hair with his hand as he whispered soothing words into her ear. But still her body wracked back and forth with sobs, sobs that wouldn't stop anytime soon.
The heavy wooden door opened again and quiet footsteps were heard the heels barely tapping on the cement floor. Heero groggily opened his eyes and stared into ginger colored eyes.
"Ay you're awake sir Heero, well it's breakfast time if you haven't guessed," Tasha welcomed him into the world of the conscious. She placed a tray with piping hot eggs, pancakes and bacon in front of Heero, she did not free his hands of the chains they were in; instead she began to cut the food up and feed Heero. "Well it is a bright and new day today Heero, are you going to tell me any stories today?" she asked as she fed him a piece of bacon doused in syrup.
He shrugged his shoulders as he accepted the food, he was getting accustomed to being fed; at least it wasn't gruel as it had been for the past few days. He raised an eyebrow towards the food as if questioning why the change.
Tasha caught on quickly and winked, "I snuck this in for you today, I figured you'd need something bright and cheerful today." She replied and fed him the last bit of the fluffy buttermilk pancake that was also doused in syrup.
Heero swallowed the last bit of food and accepted the orange juice, which burned the still fresh wound on his lip, before he asked, "And what is so shadowy and dark in my forecast today?"
Tasha turned her head away and looked to another spot in the dingy room, trying to avoid answering Heero's question. Her eyebrows scrunched together as she was painstakingly deliberating over if she should answer him or not.
Heero took this as a sign and remained silent for a few moments before he decided to adopt a different tactic and ask her something different. But a question that still related to the first unanswered one.
"I did tell someone else about what I found out, her name is Emily Une. By chance do you know what happened to her?" Heero asked his purssian blue eyes beginning to become worried.
Tasha slowly turned her head back to Heero her ginger eyes holding grief, "I'm sorry Heero but she was killed." She responded and then stood. She picked up the tray and left.
Heero listened to the retreating taps of her heels across the floor and heard the heavy wooden door open and close. He waited until he no longer heard her footsteps before he began to cry.
A hand reached out and roughly grasped Tasha by the arm, a man leaned his head closer to her his brown eyes bright with mischief and his blond hair gently covering his left eye.
"Raphael I strongly suggest that you let go of me." Tasha seethed and her grip tightened on the tray's arms her knuckles turning milky white.
"Aw now Natasha no need to get feisty, can't we just discuss things as adults?" he asked humor weaseling into his voice.
"I am being an adult while you are being no more than an ogre, now let go of me." She ordered once again not even bothering to return the courtesy of looking him in the eyes.
He jerked her roughly "Now you
listen to me you little wench…"
"No you listen to me I highly think it unlikely that Okami will accept this
behavior, now either you release me or I will be forced to report you." She
interrupted and turned her head to glare at him; if looks could kill he'd
already be dead and buried by now.
Slowly Raphael released her from his vice grip but not before he gave her one glare of his own, but it did not amount to the one she had previously given him.
'Don't fall for a prisoner.' He harshly whispered in her ear before he turned on his heel and stalked off, like a wounded wolf after battle.
'I think your warning came a bit too late.' She thought after him her eyes downcast because she knew Heero Yuy was one man that she could not have.
Again it seemed as though he had insomnia for the third night in the row. Milliardo didn't want to wake his sleeping wife with his tossing and turning; instead he got out of his warm bed and placed his feet onto the cold wood floor. He picked up his cotton robe from off the edge of his chair and pulled it on, he tied the sash securely around his waist and slipped his feet into his slippers. He shuffled across the floor and out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. He walked the floors of his expensive home and peeked in the guestroom to see if Marimaea was sleeping okay. The girl had been through enough in one night and was sleeping restfully curled up into a ball clutching the teddy bear, Milliardo had given her for her tenth birthday, firmly. During the night though she had kicked off some of her covers and they were lying in a pile on the floor next to her bed. Shaking his head slowly Milliardo snuck into the room and picked the covers from off the floor and draped them around her small form, he gently kissed her on the forehead and left the room.
It was sad, her whole family had been stripped away from her before she was even 7 years old and now at the age of 13 her adopted mother had been taken away as well. He was the closest thing that she had of family now; Emily had listed Lucretzia and himself as the next of kin if anything had happened to her. Milliardo didn't mind having Marimaea as a daughter and neither did Lucretzia; they both loved the delightful girl to death. All the same his wife and himself had lost someone close to them, Milliardo found himself out on the terrace looking at the brilliant luminous moon. His eyes wandered down to look at the courtyard with the lush garden. He shrugged his shoulders and figured a walk through the courtyard may calm him enough to finally go to sleep. Climbing down the stairs of the terrace that lead to the courtyard Milliardo toured through the gardens, briefly touching a cherry blossom as it fluttered to the ground. The cherry blossoms were already beginning to disappear and healthy green leaves replaced them. He looked around and took in a lungful of air, and was about to return to bed when he spotted something small and yellow lying carelessly forgotten about on the ground. His curiosity got the better of him as he went to investigate, he gasped when he saw it was a dead yellow canary, and he looked up he was right beneath the balcony to Relena's room.
TBC
You guys have got to hate me now…hey I betcha can't wait to see what I do next! ^_^ Well um the suspense is even killing me. Okay see I can write longer chapters, oh and if you haven't noticed I've adopted a different style to writing. My friends said that it was up to me to choose which style best suits me and well I haven't decided yet. Oh well as my grandmother says 'you're young, and bound to make dumbass mistakes.' Nice grandmother ne? Anyway Criticism and praise.