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Chapter 12- Catlike
By Aku Tenshi
Milliardo stared intently at the castle that lay before him as he felt hot tears stumble down his cheeks, he didn't bother to wipe them away. The five were making their way across the hillside clandestinely in the death of night, their plight was to find the one they had called friend or even family all these years and to bring her to justice. And the penalty for all of her transgressions so far was death.
Midii shook her head slowly as she thought about her superiors reaction, total disbelief Sally had even gotten up and left the room. Midii laced and unlaced her fingers as she waited for the arrival of her doctor to discharge her, her nurse had cleared her of smoke inhalation and her sight and hearing had been checked, so she was okay to go. What she really wanted was to find Ida and pay her back for those deeds she had done many a night ago. Those atrocities, which she had done against Midii and her family, it had accumulated into a rage within Midii. Midii clenched her eyes tight and rolled onto her side, she then assumed the fetal position, drawing her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around herself. The tears at first came slowly but then more forceful; sobs wracked her body to and fro as she cried. A rage tore within her body and her soul as she felt the epitome of her family fill the room. She slowly opened her sapphire orbs and looked out the window, hot tears splashed onto the white linens as she made a plea,
"May you burn in hell Ida."
A girl was out on a balcony when she was grabbed roughly and her lips covered, hot tears coursed down her cheeks and she began to sob. Whoever it was that grabbed her became startled and loosened their grasp,
"I'll let you go if you promise not to scream, do you promise not to scream?" it was a male's voice; it sounded soft and caring.
The young girl nodded her blue curls bobbing up and down, she gasped as she turned and saw her assailant. A tall man with a crop of platinum blond hair atop his head and sea blue eyes; behind him stood four other young men, a man with a meter long chestnut brown braid and violet eyes, a man with his black hair pulled into a painful looking pony tail and his obsidian eyes attentive, next to him stood a man with brown hair, his bangs obscuring his right jade eye, a man with long platinum blond hair and hardened blue eyes stood leaning against the castle walls.
"Who are you?" she asked
"My name is Quatre." He answered.
"What are you doing here at my home, no one here has done anything against anyone." She said her amber eyes hardening her voice becoming angry.
"So…this is just a home for you all?" Quatre asked.
"Yes it is and if you have a problem with us than I suggest you go speak with the Okami." She replied her voice becoming louder and angrier by the moment.
The man leaning against the wall let out a cold laugh, "Your Okami, your mistress, your master is nothing but a murderer. Who deserves to be killed." His voice was cold, ruthless.
The girl clenched her fists "How dare you! Okami has been nothing but kind to people she has given us, people with nothing a place to live," her temper flaring, she stepped back from all of them and turned and ran. "Guards! GUARDS!!" she shouted as she neared a red button, she punched it and an alarm began blaring.
"Great, now we'll have a welcoming committee." Duo muttered dryly and reached for his gun.
Men and women armed with staffs surrounded them, " Who are you and what are you doing here?" they demanded.
The five men looked to each other questioningly; were they really going to shoot on people armed with sticks? When a man somehow made it in front of them all, he slithered over to the four of them and peered closely at them with his brown eyes.
"Leave us." He ordered to the others.
Apparently he must have had power because all the people that had assembled disappeared.
"So you're here to kill Relena eh," he smirked and threw a vile to the ground it shattered and from it's fragments rose a gas, with one sniff the five men became lethargic and fell to the ground "I can't allow you to do that." He finished.
After the gas cleared and all five had passed out, the guards once more returned.
"Take them to the prison block, chain them up with their friend." He ordered and smirked 'I wonder when they'll be executed' he pondered to himself.
Lucretzia felt the nauseous feeling comeback as soon as she opened her eyes and peered at the brightly lit room, the morning light trickled through the window in her room and danced across her face. The nausea was quite irritating but for the moment Lucretzia couldn't get up and go to the bathroom, a pang of pain hit her and she felt in her heart that something was wrong with her husband. Desperately her hands flailed out about her and she reached for the manacle attached to her ankle, she pounded her fists upon it and cried.
"Let me out of here!!" she shouted loudly, loud enough to get the guards attention but they ignored her requests.
The tears steadily poured down her cheeks as the pain in her heart became greater as if she knew Milliardo was in great peril. The door creaked open, and Lucretzia didn't even bother to look up her eyes remained staring at her manacles trying to find out how to get out of here.
"You know patience is a virtue." A soft voice drifted to her, Lucretzia looked up and met ginger eyes.
"Lu," Tasha sighed as she closed the door with her left hand. "Lucretzia just wait okay…here I've brought you your breakfast, now come eat." Tasha said and set the silver tray on the bed.
Lucretzia crossed her arms, "I'm not hungry," she stated, "I'm nauseous, I'm scared but I'm not hungry." She said and the tears slowly came to a halt.
"Yes you are not hungry, but your baby is," Tasha pointed out " You have to remember Lucretzia it is not only you that needs to eat now. And all those negative emotions are not good for the baby, so please calm down." Tasha pleaded and lifted the silver cover, revealing blueberry biscuits, scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon and two slices of fruit.
The smell rose to Lucretzia's nose and all of a sudden she was ravenous, "maybe just a little." She relinquished and took a bite out of the blueberry biscuit.
"Don't forget to take your maternity pills Lucretzia, that baby must be healthy and strong you know." Tasha said and smiled.
"Yes don't forget." A voice called from the doorway.
The two looked startled and looked to see Raphael standing there.
"Tasha the Okami wants you to tend to the new prisoners, I'll finish up here." He told her.
"No thank you Raphael, I will finish up and then tend to the prisoners. Lucretzia must bathe and for some odd reason I don't trust you." Tasha replied coolly, a deadly gleam in her eyes.
Raphael bowed, "Fine then, Natasha. Oh and have you seen Teresa?" he asked purposefully, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face.
Tasha felt a stab at her heart but she did not flinch or show any sign that he had hurt her, "No Raphael now will you kindly leave us alone?" Tasha asked, her voice dropping a level below cold.
Raphael smirked and left the room closing the door, as soon as Tasha was sure he was gone, her knees bucked beneath her and she wrapped her arms around herself and cried. Lucretzia looked to her surprised; she slid off the bed and walked over to Tasha, the chain to her manacles made a soft clinking sound as they slid across the floor, gently Lucretzia rested a hand on Tasha's shoulder; as if it were a silent reminder that Tasha wasn't alone in this.
Hours later Milliardo awoke and tried to look around the dark room, his head was extremely heavy and he felt dizzy. He licked his dry lips, "Who else is here?" He asked out loud.
"I am." Came a groggy reply from Duo.
"I am here as well and I see Trowa, he's still unconscious." Drifted Wufei's voice through the damp and cold room.
"I'm here." Quatre's voice croaked out.
"Does anyone know where we are?" Milliardo asked.
"Well, at the moment we are in the dungeon. They will come in and beat us ever to often and then feed us, oh yeah we never get to bathe and that toilet over there next to Duo's head is the only one." Came an all too familiar voice to them.
"Heero," Duo asked and looked around "I still can't see anything my vision is so blurry…wait I'm next to the toilet!" Duo said with disgust as he tried to focus on the room.
Duo felt a hand reach out and touch his shoulder, "Yeah Duo I'm here…those manacles aren't really hard to get out of you know." Heero replied.
Tears slid down Duo's face, "I'm glad to hear you buddy, so glad." Duo said and sniffled lightly.
"Yeah, glad to see ya Duo." Heero replied in kind.
The door creaked open and footsteps were heard as well as the creaking of a cart. Heero looked up to see Tasha, but she avoided looking at him, she found any other place to look except his face. She handed him a washbasin with soap and a washcloth.
"Here Heero, I just thought about this…I'm sorry I forgot." Tasha apologized.
She didn't even wait for his response before she was going around the room flushing out the other's eyes with water. Trowa was the first she tended to, gracefully she lifted a vile to his nose with one sniff he sat up alert and tried to look around. Gently she took his face into her hands and guided his head to the basin at her side and flushed out his eyes; Trowa blinked a couple of times before the world came back into focus and his eyes landed on Tasha.
"I am Tasha," she greeted and rose a flask to his lips "Here drink up." she pleaded.
At first Trowa was resistant but Heero nodded in his direction, and Trowa accepted the mineral enriched water.
"Thank you." He said after he had his fair share.
Tasha nodded in response and went to tend to Quatre next and so on and so on until they were all able to see, and their tongues were no longer dry.
"Why are we here," Milliardo demanded angrily Tasha giggled slightly "Do you think this is a game!" Milliardo demanded.
Tasha tilted her head to the side, "You must be Milliardo, she is right you are hotheaded." Tasha said and giggled once again.
"Who?" Quatre asked and eyebrow quirked.
"Lucretzia, of course. And soft spoken, so you must be Trowa…or is it Quatre?" Tasha asked turning in his direction.
Milliardo gasped as the tears came down his face, "You mean…Lucretzia is alive?" he asked his voice broken.
"Yeah, why shouldn't she be?" Tasha asked slightly.
"Because Relena burned down my house, I thought…I thought she…" Milliardo trailed off and cast his eyes downward.
Tasha's features changed from a tad bit joyful to angry, "She's getting desperate, so she's using Lucretzia as insurance on her own life. I just don't want anything to happen to Lucretzia, she's a really nice person; in fact I don't want anything to happen to anyone. And with Lucretzia's condition this can't possibly be good, all this stress." Tasha said, really talking to herself but making it a point that everyone should know.
Milliardo was almost afraid to ask, "What condition?" he asked weakly.
Tasha's smile returned to her features as she turned back to Milliardo, "Lucretzia's pregnant." She answered.
Marimaea had finally arrived to the castle after half an hour of going in by foot, she crouched just below a small balcony her gun drawn. She looked up to see the tendrils growing on the side of the old castle and holstered her gun; with as much stealth as a cat she made her way up the tendrils and to the balcony. Hopping off the rail and onto the landing she made as much noise as a feather when it lands, pulling out her lock pick she broke into the room and climbed through the window. She withdrew her gun and looked around, the room was clear. She made it over to the closet and opened the doors, seeing most Victorian styled clothing; she chose the smallest dress and threw it over her current outfit. She grabbed a bonnet and tied it onto her head to conceal her flaming red hair, pulling on an apron she stashed the gun in one of the large pockets and crept out of the room intent on killing Relena.
TBC
We're winding down; there are a few more chapters to go. (nods) yup, I wonder what will happen? Oh well I am off to write the next chapter ciao.