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Note: words in italics are meant for emphasis while a phrase between '' is a person whispering italics and '' are thoughts oh there will be dreams in this one too so between // are dreams.
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Chapter 8- Realization
By The Pretty Penwriter
Heero opened his eyes only to find that he was once again in his manacles and a pair of brown eyes dancing at him. Heero narrowed his purssian blue eyes until they were slits and watched as the figure made its way out of the shadows, and slithered up next to him.
"So you're him, I don't see what it is." The man hissed and shook his head throwing the blond hair out of his eyes.
Heero sneered at this blond man and sent hate through his glare, "Who are you?" Heero asked his voice calm, but his eyes on fire.
"I can't see why, she'd spend all her time here. Just what is it exactly you two do down here, that keeps her here all day?" he asked, Heero could have sworn that this man resembled everything of a snake.
"What who are…" Heero began to ask but then it dawned on him he was speaking about Tasha "I tell her stories of the war what's it to you?" He asked his voice cold and menacing.
The blond haired man began to pace his pale hands clasped behind his back, "Stories ha! That's what you're telling me, next thing I know you may begin to say dragons exist!" the blond man exclaimed.
"Well actually there is a dragon called the Kimoto Dragon, it's not found in this part of the world," Heero began saying a smug smirk pasted onto his features. Only when the blonde man punched him did the smirk falter, the man may have been pale and skinny but he packed quite a punch.
"I don't need that crap from you," the man began and continued pacing once again. "I'm sure the Okami won't be very pleased to hear a rumor about you and Tasha having a sort of relationship." He threatened.
"Yeah like she'd believe you, you're nothing but a lower classed lout." Heero responded the smug look once again overcame his features.
"You," The man began and was about to hit Heero once again when the door opening and then slamming shut interrupted him.
Tasha stood there her fists clenching the food tray she was carrying and the blood drained from her face, one could not tell that she was angry unless you saw how rigid she stood.
"Raphael, I'm sure the Okami will not appreciate the treatment of her prisoner in this way, and he is my charge. I suggest that you leave before I become upset." She said her voice soft but in an eerie sort of way as if it were the calm before the storm.
The tension in the room caused for it to become completely silent, silent enough for Heero to hear the mice scratching in the walls. The man named Raphael stopped what he was doing and turned to leave, but not before throwing Heero a deathly glare over his shoulder. Tasha's heels tapped across the floor as she made her way to Heero and set the breakfast tray onto the floor, she lifted the cover and exposed the piping hot pancakes, eggs and sausage.
"Tasha," Heero said softly as he watched her cut up the food, she responded with a nod signaling him to continue. "I think we ought to be wary of that one." Heero warned.
"He's nothing but a bully Heero." She responded softly as she continued cutting up the food.
"Bullies become dangerous, when jealousy is involved." Heero warned.
"Heero don't be worried." She said softly and began to pour the syrup; the dark liquid took its time coming out of the flask.
Heero reached out his newly freed hand and grasped her hand gently, before the dark liquid had time to touch the food, "Tasha please be careful." He warned.
A light blush slowly crawled to her face as she looked at his hand holding onto hers, "eh I promise I will." She assured
A smirk made its way to Heero's face as he seemed completely oblivious to her blush, "So are you gonna put syrup on those pancakes or should I?" he asked as he released her hand.
Duo rubbed his eyes and leaned his head back onto the leather headrest of the seat; he released a tired sigh and closed his eyes.
"Have a rough night?" Trowa asked and when the longhaired pilot didn't respond he called out his name. "Duo?" he asked.
Duo shook his head and opened up his eyes, they were glassy with lethargy and an unidentified emotion. "Hilde wouldn't stop crying, she begged me not to go, she said that she had a bad feeling about this. I spent half the night trying to get her to calm down, it wasn't good for the baby." He answered, seriously. No grin on his features no type of happiness lit the young mans face and it's what worried the other pilots.
"Maybe you should have stayed." Quatre thought out loud his thumb, index and middle fingers resting on his chin thoughtfully.
Duo shook his head, causing long chestnut locks to fly to and fro, and gave a sad smile,
"I could never do that, I've lost count of how many times Heero has saved my ass on and off the battlefield, and he's my best friend I couldn't possibly do that to him at the one time he needs my help," Duo said his voice and face dead serious. "Besides if I don't go who's gonna keep you four in line?" he asked and a slight twinkle had returned to his eyes.
"Yeah right Maxwell, and if you're going to sleep, there are cabins on this shuttle you know." Wufei said and pointed down the aisle.
Duo gave Wufei a smirk and got out of his seat then proceeded to lumber down the aisle and to the cabins. Milliardo shook his head and had to smile at the four, but something nagged at him that something was dreadfully wrong at home, with his wife. But he only shrugged his shoulders and began to concentrate on flying the shuttle; the preventers' base was already awaiting their arrival.
The red head teen changed her position of being cramped in the small little baggage compartment and was about to get out when she heard someone enter the cabin. She held back a whine and held her breath, hoping that she wouldn't be found, whoever it was neared the little compartment she was in and their cologne tickled her nose. She held her breath and resisted the urge to sneeze, she felt she was on the edge of sneezing when whoever it was moved away from the compartment and she heard them sink into the springs of the bunk below. She suppressed a loud groan; slowly and as quiet as possible she readjusted her position and fell into an uncomfortable sleep.
Hilde couldn't stop pacing the floors until she just decided to stop and call Lucretzia. She walked over to the phone but passed a full length mirror on the way she stopped and looked at her ballooning stomach and smiled, gently she placed her hand over her swollen stomach and smiled, but she frowned slightly at the butterfly print maternity dress. She'd only worn it because it was a gift from Quatre otherwise she'd burn the thing. She shrugged and made it over to the vid phone, she dialed the number to the Peacecraft mansion, only to receive the annoying "We're sorry but this number is not available at the time, the server is down." And then the usual and infinite dial tone, she looked at the little vid phone puzzled and tried Milliardo's home office phone only to receive the same message. She was really beginning to worry now; instead she dialed the office phone of Sally Po soon to be Chang.
"Hello…oh Hilde!" Sally answered not too surprised by the tears that were in the younger woman's eyes.
"Sally the server is down at the Peacecraft mansion and no one is picking up." Hilde said her voice panicking.
Sally quirked an eyebrow and became a bit worried but not panicked. "Hilde are you sure maybe you dialed the wrong number." Sally reasoned.
Hilde's temper flared but she restrained from yelling at her friend and replied in a calm voice "No I didn't dial the wrong number and I dialed Milliardo's office phone the message is the same…now do you want me to go over there by myself and unarmed or are you going to come with me and bring a gun?" Hilde asked her eyes fiery.
Sally swallowed and nodded "I'll be over there shortly and I'll bring an agent with me, we'll swing by and pick you up. Oh and Hilde wait until we pick you up." Sally commanded and ended transmission.
Hilde let out a frustrating cry "Of course I'll go no where I can't even get my damn shoes on!" she shouted and stormed up to her room to find a pair of shoes that would fit her swollen feet.
Ten minutes later and after she had thrown many different shoes around her bedroom Hilde came back downstairs just in time as Sally rang the doorbell. Hilde picked up her jacket off the hook and opened the door, Sally nodded at Hilde and the two made it to the car, where a blonde haired and blue eyed woman waited her arms crossed and her and looking straight ahead.
"Who's the newbie? " Hilde asked cocking her thumb in the woman's direction.
"Midii Une." Sally answered dryly, glancing out of the corner of her eye watching Hilde's reaction.
The pregnant woman stopped dead in her tracks and her eyes widened, "You shiting me…" she murmured but instantly regretted it. "Ah don't tell Duo I said that, he says profanity is bad for the baby." Hilde said and got into the backseat, she had a time securing the seatbelt, but she finally got it.
Sally shook her head and smiled as she got into the front seat, she started the car and pulled out of the driveway. The suburbia scene passed quickly and then the rich estates showed up, Sally brought the car to an abrupt halt and stared with her mouth agape. The Peacecraft mansion was in flames.
Marimaea opened her eyes and squinted at the bright lights, she closed her eyes again and then bolted upright, the last time she remembered storage compartments weren't bright.
"Hello there sunshine." A cheerful voice spoke out,
Marimaea looked around and saw the faces of Wufei Chang, Duo Maxwell, Quatre Winner and Trowa Barton.
"Shit." She cursed under her breath and smiled sheepishly.
"And you're in a ton of it." Wufei muttered
"I was waking up well because the shuttle had landed when I heard something in the luggage compartment, now being the concerned person that I was I thought it was a gas leak. When I open the compartment, and low and behold a redheaded teenager." Duo explained in a joking manner but he was anything but in a joking mood.
"I told you that there was no way you'd stop me," Marimaea said and stood, "So are we leaving or not?" she asked.
Duo moved quickly and had her hand handcuffed to the leg of the bed, "Yes we are going somewhere but, you are staying here. Bye for now Marimaea." Duo said and turned to leave, his long chestnut braid twirling behind him.
"Sorry for the odd accommodations." Quatre apologized and left after Duo.
Trowa and Wufei just smirked at her and left, closing the door.
"Bastards!" she shouted after them, but as soon as she no longer heard their footsteps she produced a handcuff key.
"Obstacles are always expected." She muttered and unlocked the handcuff.
She pulled her pistol out of the position tucked in her pants and checked the bullet chamber and cocked it back.
"Revenge will be sweet." She said, as she looked at the gun her eyes empty and hollow.
Lucretzia opened her eyes and found herself in a bedroom; her ankle was securely imprisoned in iron, she moved her hand to her head and closed her eyes. Everything to her was in a haze; they must have drugged her but with what? A familiar voice spoke out to her,
"Don't worry it's only a mild sedative, it won't harm you or your baby."
"Huh what? Why are you doing this to me?" Lucretzia asked and tried to figure out where she had heard that voice before, tears stung at her eyes.
"Oh you're just insurance, consider yourself lucky, you're home is now in flames." The voice said and Lucretzia heard footsteps near her.
"Mari…no…" she sobbed the tears trailing down her cheeks.
"Look at that only worried about that brat and not your servants, you rich people make me sick," The voice said and roughly grabbed Lucretzia by her chin and made her look into their blue eyes. "You only care about your own kind."
Lucretzia's inky blue eyes widened as she murmured the woman's name, "Relena…"
TBC
AHHHHHHH!!! I finally did it!! I finally did it!! MWHAHAHAHAHA!! (Clears throat) eh another insane moment, well as I said I may be changing sites, well because FF.net is beginning to become a wee bit what shall I say expensive…I may be switching to a different site or I may not it depends on FF.net , if I don't like where they're going in the "changes". Yeah you all know what "changes" I'm talking about. If I do change sites I will be sure to inform you and I will give you a link to the site(s).