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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, Kmf, Josh, Radical Edward, Meio-chan, Silver Wing, Wildfire's Flame, Jupiter's Light and last but NEVER EVER least Dark Deity. Um I really like this chapter…I think it's one of my favorite ones so far. I still can't talk (flood tears beginning) it bites laryngitis is a very bad thing I wish I could kick it's butt…but sadly it does not have a physical form. Anyway please enjoy!!
Chapter 5 – Secrets and Betrayed Trust
By The Pretty Penwriter
Slowly she pulled herself into a sitting position and she stared around the room in a hazy daze. Her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as she tried to remember where she was. Her hands began to clench into tight fists as she began to remember; she looked at the cream colored walls, which were not the rich indigo color of her bedroom. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them; slowly she began to rock back and forth and cry.
Lucretzia ran her hand over face and let out a long and tired sigh. She looked over the papers and sniffled once again as tears threatened to fall. She now had to go over the duty of preparing Emily's funeral arrangements as well as preparing the adoption papers for Marimaea. Looking over the brochures and pamphlets for caskets the words suddenly became blurred and bunched together; she shut her eyes tightly and tried to calm herself for a moment. After taking deep breaths over and over again Lucretzia opened her eyes, and looked at the shiny pieces of paper once again. Suddenly a dizzy and nausea feeling overcame her and she abruptly got out of her chair causing it to topple and clatter to the floor. Holding a hand over her mouth she made a run for the bathroom.
She looked up once from her position, she sighed and shook her head causing long ruby locks of hair to fly to and fro. Her bright sapphire orbs looked around the room and she paled a shade or two before she put her feet over the side of her bed and stood on the cold wooden floor. Glancing at the picture on her nightstand her sapphire orbs began to become watery and tears threatened to fall; determination entered her eyes and they hardened.
"I will get to the bottom of this mother, this I swear to you and father." The girl silently swore to the picture that sat on her nightstand. She spun on her heel and stalked out of her temporary room and into the bathroom.
Milliardo rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, he was now in charge of the Preventer Agency, and his first assigned task to himself was to get to the bottom to the death of his friend and teammate Emily Une. Thumbing through the stacks of papers that now resembled a small mountain atom his elegant oak desk, Milliardo found the papers he was looking for. He reclined in his rich leather seat and read over the reports of the Une murder.
So far all the details he was able to collect were that she was shot in her home office around 9:00pm, her computers hard drive had been disassembled and taken. They tried to scan for any type of remaining data but there was none of importance and if there was it was too jumbled to piece together. Of course there was a witness to the murder, sort of it was Marimaea she was in the house at the time but was locked out of the office and Milliardo dreaded the task of having to interrogate her so early after her mother's death. There was still the coroners report left, but Milliardo just couldn't look at it, it was just too depressing for him. The armory expert said that Emily had managed to get off a shot from her gun but the bullet was yet to be found. Milliardo leaned his head back to look at the white washed ceiling and closed his eyes
"Give me a break." He murmured out loud to himself, or so he thought.
"I could break your arm if you wanted me too." A humorous voice filtered through the air.
Milliardo pulled his head up to spot the four younger men in his office and he couldn't help but smirk, though it died quickly as he remembered that there was a missing member of their troupe. He shook his head slowly his platinum blond locks of hair falling into and out of his sapphire eyes,
"You know, you'll cause me to have gray hairs Duo." He sighed.
"I think that's funny because that's what everyone says to me." Duo said a smile resting on his lips but vacant from his violet eyes.
"I take it this is not a social call, if all four of you are here. What is it that I can help you with?" he asked curiosity creeping into his voice.
"Ah so you do have a brain." Duo remarked but he was far from a laughing mood.
He walked over to the desk and sat himself in a chair; the other three followed after his example and found themselves somewhere to sit each had a dead serious expression on their face.
"Zechs," Wufei began still calling Milliardo by his former military name "we believe that the Une and Yuy cases are related." Wufei stated his voice solemn.
Milliardo raised an eyebrow at this, and leaned forward on his desk his hands clasped together, "How so?" He asked.
"Well," Quatre Winner slowly drawled, "It seems that the styles are just a tad bit similar like how from both computers in these cases had no information to be retained from them. It seems that someone has a secret, one that they'll do anything to protect. Also Heero was seriously injured in his case, as we've suspected from the copious amount of blood found in his apartment and then Emily was killed," Quatre paused as if he didn't want to say the next words.
"Well go on Quatre, I want to know all about this." Milliardo softly ordered.
Quatre sighed and began to finish his account, "We suspect that Heero informed Lady Une of his findings and then she was…targeted."
Marimaea rolled her eyes and sighed 'to think that I had to sneak into my own house!' she thought incredulously. The preventers weren't allowing anyone onto the property, not even the heir to it. She rolled her eyes once again and sunk over to her mother's office, luckily for her there were no agents around 'probably out eating donuts and coffee' she thought with a small snort. Her eyes widened as she looked at the bright yellow police tape strewn across the doorway, her heart rate began to quicken along with her breathing as her mind kept trying to go back to that night. She shook her head and a determined look entered her eyes, taking slow and deep breaths Marimaea snuck across the police tape not even disturbing it and into her mother's office. Slowly her eyes scanned the room and she spotted the almost completely destroyed computer, she shook her head and sat in the chair still placed undisturbed in front of the desk. Slowly her fingers crawled on the underside of the desk and they lay upon a protruding section of the desk, it felt like it was wood but it wasn't. She pulled it until it came loose and stuffed it into the backpack she had brought. Just because her mother's computer was destroyed didn't mean that the backup was. As quietly as she had come Marimaea left the horrible crime scene.
Tasha yawned as she walked to the kitchen to retrieve Heero's breakfast for the day and gasped when she spotted her Okami, sitting at the kitchen counter her bleeding arm under the watchful eyes of the grounds doctor.
"Okami!" she gasped in surprised.
Slowly the woman turned to her, honey blond locks obscuring her midnight blue eyes and smiled.
"Oh Tasha it's so nice to see you, I'm just here momentarily Janine is patching up my wound you see." Her Okami responded a smile still on her lips while the doctor was cutting through sinews and tissue to pull out a bullet.
Tasha rushed to her and slowly began to panic, tears leapt to her eyes as she looked from her Okami's face to the wound.
"Oh my, Okami…what happened, Janine is she going to be okay?" Tasha asked her eyes growing large and her lips quivering.
"Tasha of course I'm okay, it's just a little flesh wound. Come, come." Her Okami said and gestured with her hand for Tasha to approach her.
Tasha approached her and kneeled to her knees, and looked up into her Okami's face. Her Okami smiled and placed her hand on her freshly tear stained cheek.
"So innocent and so young, Tasha in this world that I have created for you all you do not feel pain, but out there," she impacted her point by sweeping her unwounded hand around, "Out there, there is pain. You do understand that I have created this all for you and that I had to kill that awful woman otherwise she would have taken this world away. Now Heero, I am not sure about for he and I are friends and maybe even more than that, so I keep him here until I know for sure if he is with us or against us, you understand don't you?" she asked and gazed into Tasha's eyes.
Tasha's head bobbed up and down, the tears steadily falling. "But…what if Heero is against us?" Tasha asked her lips quivering.
Her Okami gave her a knowing look but did not speak for quite a while, "I do believe you must feed him now." She said coolly and turned back to her injured arm. Tasha stood and curtsied to her Okami before she grabbed Heero's gruel for the day and quickly made her exit.
"That one there reminds me of me when I was still a child." Janine's Okami said with a nod to Tasha's retreating figure.
"Ay." Janine responded as she was finally able to pull out the bloodied bullet.
Tasha quickly maneuvered herself down the winding corridors the tray of gruel never tipping once. She made it to the large wooden door and carefully balancing the tray on her hand she turned the locks and opened the door. Using her body to push the door open she stepped into the room her heels lightly tapping on the cement floor. Carefully she carried the tray over to Heero and set it down in front of him.
Heero immediately saw the tears that had stained her cheeks and he knew that she had in some way found out the truth.
"Why were you crying?" he asked softly concern weaved into his voice and even present in his eyes. Instinctively he moved his hand to wipe away a newly formed tear but the clanking of his chains brought him back to reality. Tasha sniffled and wipes away a tear that had fallen.
'She's been lying to me.' She whispered and looked down at the ground casting a slight shadow to come over her beautiful features.
"Who has?" Heero asked
'Okami…she's killed, lied and stolen…I just don't know if I can trust her anymore.' She whispered.
"Tasha," he beckoned her to look up at him she did so her eyes holding so much innocence and grief. "What's really bothering you?" he asked his eyes searching hers.
She found herself lost in those prussian blue orbs, a slight mystical spell weaving around her, quickly she turned her head away breaking the spell that had befallen them. Slowly she picked up the spoon and in almost a mechanical manner she fed him.
"Tell me Heero, if I let you go will you tell everyone about this place and about Okami?" she asked.
He nodded his head, "Yes I will, but you've done nothing wrong correct?" he asked and caught her eyes once again; his prussian blue eyes bore into her.
'No.' she whispered and was suddenly aware of the closing gap between them, snapping herself back into reality she picked up some more food and fed it to Heero.
Heero nodded and accepted the bitter tasting food. Tasha closed her eyes momentarily as she thought about the days past events.
"Heero…please don't side against us…or she'll kill you." She said and looked into his eyes her ginger orbs bearing all.
Marimaea scanned and decoded the crypt messages until it was one AM in the morning but still she worked, she was not going to give up she had made a promise to her parents. And she Marimaea Une never broke a promise, never in her life and she was damned if she were going to start now. Her mother was smart, at least a lot smarter than anyone else and especially her killer, but Marimaea knew all of her mother's secrets even some she didn't want to know. And yes she a mere 13 year-old knew how to hack into computers and decrypt messages after all she had tried to rule the world at the mere age of 7 and had nearly succeeded. Her eyes narrowed into slits when she found the latest file that had been downloaded into her mother's computer, maybe the one that had gotten her killed. Without hesitation the youth double clicked on the file and was brought into light of her mother's murder.
She paced in her brand new and expensive pair Kenneth Cole shoes; her eyes shut tightly and her hands clasped tightly behind her back; ignoring the burning feeling that attacked her right arm. There was something that didn't seem right to her, something a bit off about everything that had happened last night, sure she had dismantled the computer and taken the hard drive but Emily Une was supposedly smart so others said. And if she were smart she would have kept a back up just as Heero had, she'd taken care of that little problem as well. But she had found a back up sort of, although it contained no type of important information such as what she had found on Heero's back up. It still didn't add up to her, but she shrugged it off 'a back up is a back up at least I found it and destroyed it' she thought 'if I let this little problem continue to nag at my mind I'll have no peace so I'll drop it.' She told herself although she knew chances were that she wouldn't. She stopped her pacing and sat in her expensive leather seat, pushing one of the many buttons located on the arm she set it to massage. She leaned her head back causing long locks of honey blond hair to fall over the back of the chair, she closed her eyes and fell into a light slumber. The shrill sound of her telephone interrupted her slumber jolting her awake, she released a low grumble and picked up the phone.
"Whoever the hell this is it had better be good." She answered.
There was no reply except a low sort of breathing into the phone; it sort of resembled a light wheezing. A low growl began in her throat and her blue eyes narrowed.
"Listen buddy I have a busy life to attend to, so if your not going to say anything hang up." she ordered into the phone.
She began to hang up the phone when a deep and singsong voice called out,
"I know your secret."
She quickly picked back up the phone and held it to her ear, "What?" she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
"I know your secret and I'm gonna tell." The voice sang out again.
She was unable to speak until she found her voice, "Yeah right listen buddy…"
"You're not who you say you are, you're gonna pay. And everyone will know." The voice sang out one final time before she heard a click and then the dial tone.
Slowly she placed the phone back onto the cradle. Her eyes narrowed as she let out a loud screech; she picked up the phone and flung it against the wall.
TBC
Hey I saw the Shrek movie too Ley, and it is a very funny movie so you didn't ruin anything. Well now what to say nothing mostly except that my mother is going on a spring cleaner spree. (hiding in corner) she says we must clean every nook and cranny of the house (shivers) I think she's going crazy…well crazier than she is now. (hears footsteps outside of the door) uh oh *bam * Mother comes in armed with cleaning gloves and cleaning solutions.
"Come on we gotta clean!!" my mom shouts.
o.O be afraid for me…very afraid.
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