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Chapter 13- Fireworks
By Aku Tenshi
Relena was in her room sinking comfortably into a plush chair, her legs hanging over one armrest of the chair and her hair cascading over another. She began to hum a light tune as she reached over to the small dais and picked up the heavy scissors. Although the scissors were elegant, the handles long and entwining themselves around her thumb, fore finger and middle finger, they were going to be used for a much dirtier task from what they should do. She reached one hand up over her head and began to use the scissors, snip, and snap were the sounds the blades made as they tore across her honey blond hair, the first few strands fluttered to the floor; like a mark of something new. She continued humming only the tune becoming more haunting by the moment as she cut her beautiful tresses until her hair was cropped just above the shoulders in jagged pieces of honey blond locks. Her blue eyes danced at the sight, although they were shadowed, with something deep and dark. She placed the lavish scissors back onto the dais and then stood up from the chair, her long arms stretched and she yawned.
She spared a glance in the direction of the mirror and stared at her reflection, as if in a panic her hand fluttered up to her mangled hair and her eyes widened. Realization began to dawn in on what she had done and she wept, her eyes looked at her reflection with scorn while the crystalline tears flowed down her pale cheeks. Sobs wretched from her body but she continued to look at herself with hate. Her lips quivered and turned into a sneer but the tears continually flowed.
"I hate you I hate you," Relena exclaimed to her reflection "You are weak, you do not deserve to live!" she exclaimed. She grasped her hand around the music box that sat on her dresser, her knuckles turning chalk white. She lifted the heavy music box and hurled it at the mirror and then she collapsed onto the ground. Through the music box a chopped up melody began to drift in the room until it grew fainter and fainter and then died.
Midii felt something in her soul give way as she left the hospital, the white building shrinking to a small dot as she drove away. Her hand rested idly just outside of the car hanging off of the window and the air whispered through her hair. Her eyes were cold and empty, and she felt deathly tired. But she kept her eyes open and finally she arrived to her flat. Parking the car and locking it Midii made her trek into the building and gave an annoyed sigh, seeing that the elevator was broken once again. She turned to the stairway and ascended the stairs her hand resting heavily on the banister. Now she cursed living on the 10th floor, finally she came to the stairwell marked 10 and pushed open the door. Her steps were slow and tired as she reached her apartment door; she inserted the fey into the lock and opened the door. After she had retracted the key she slammed the door and pulled herself to her bedroom, finally she plummeted onto the bed. But before she could sleep her eyes caught the picture that rested on her nightstand. There was a picture of herself as a child and her family; she clenched her eyes shut as the tears came.
"Damn you Ida, damn you to hell." She muttered before she fell into a dreamless slumber.
Sally repeatedly tapped her fingers on the desk impatiently, they were supposed to have called by now. She was worried, those five always kept up with a deadline unless something was direly wrong. And she began to worry because each of those agents, she loved and one in particular was her fiancé. She almost jumped out of her skin when her office vid-phone rang she hastily answered it, and instead of being the her black haired and black eyed fiancé the worry face of Hilde flashed upon the screen.
"Sally, there's something wrong, I tried calling Duo's cell phone but there's no answer, I even tried Quatre, Milliardo, Trowa and Wufei's cell and still there is no answer." Hilde said speaking, quickly; panicked.
"Listen Hilde calm down, I've got it under control." Sally lied, when actually she had nothing under control. The situation had flown out of her hands.
Hilde immediately spotted that Sally was lying, "Sally what's going on?" she asked
"Nothing." Sally replied and moved a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"You're a horrible liar," Hilde said, hurt shone clearly in her eyes. " Now tell me, what's going on?" Hilde asked again.
Sally sighed "These lines aren't secure Hilde, I'll be over there in a moment to tell you." Sally said and ended the communication.
She sighed and stood, causing her top of the line chair to roll back. As she began to walk out the room she spotted her gun hanging in its holster near the door. Sally thought on it for a moment and then picked up her holster and strapped it on. Since the Peacecraft mansion had burned down one couldn't be too careful.
Lucretzia began to draw on the piece of paper provided to her, at first they were sketches but then they evolved into something more. They changed to realistic illustrations of her husband and friends. She smiled at her craftsmanship; she had always wanted to be an artist, but due to the time of war, she opted for being in the military instead. Sighing at her lost dream, Lucretzia continually drew pictures of Milliardo and her together holding a bouncy baby girl; it was just something that she felt, that they would have a girl. Well that is if she got out of this situation alive. She was so intent on her work that she didn't even notice her door creak open and Tasha stepped into the room, only when she heard Tasha clear her throat did she jump and looked up startled.
"Didn't mean to startle you," Tasha said innocently an angelic smile resting softly on her lips. "I've brought you breakfast." Tasha emphasized the statement by holding up the tray.
"Smells heavenly." Lucretzia commented.
"Thank you," Tasha said and placed the tray onto the bed, she lifted the cover revealing the tantalizing meal, French toast, scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice. It was then she spotted the unfinished sketch. "Oh that's Milliardo." She said excitedly.
Lucretzia took a bite out off her French toast doused in syrup, which glided smoothly over her tongue. "How'd you know?" Lucretzia asked and took another piece of her French toast, but picked up pieces of scrambled eggs with her fork on the way to her mouth.
Tasha looked down for a moment, she knew she wasn't that good of a liar, and Lucretzia would know that she was lying so she decided to tell the truth. She moved the breakfast tray aside and sat next to Lucretzia, gently she placed a hand on her shoulder, "They've been captured." She answered.
Relena's heels tapped angrily against the tile as she made her way to the dungeon, a trail of beautifully woven silk sliding behind her. She had the hood of her robe thrown back; to show all of her workers that she wasn't ashamed of what she did in fact she didn't even know what she did and why she did it. Finally she reached her desired door and turned to the guardsman,
"Open it now!" she barked.
He fumbled with the keys for a moment before he finally opened the door and light spilt into the room. Relena nodded to him and stepped into the room, her robe trailing behind her; after her robe had finally passed the threshold the guard closed the door behind her. Relena smiled sinisterly at them all, her eyes lit as if she held some sort of secret but there was something dark behind them. She stepped over to Milliardo and smiled,
"Hello brother." She said mockingly
Milliardo scowled at her, "You are of no kin to me." He spat vehemently, his eyes afire.
Relena cocked her head to the side and smiled, "Hmmm so you do know, well I suppose that's okay since I'm going to kill you all anyway." She mused
"What about Lucretzia? And Marimaea?" Milliardo shouted out.
"Oh? Those two, well I go rid of Marimaea when I burned the house down, and I'm going to keep Lucretzia alive…for a while. I kind of like the idea of being an aunt, although the child she carries will be my adoptive daughter of course. And the Sally and Hilde problem will be remedied shortly." Relena told them.
The six men fought angrily against the restraints hate seeping out their every pore, while Relena stood over them smiling. She stepped over to stand in front of Heero,
"And Heero my dear Heero, how have you been lately. I will miss you, but not by much." She said and reached out to touch his face, he snapped his head away from her hand.
She tsked and moved her hand back, "Ah same old Heero." She muttered beneath her breath.
She backed away from them all and stood in the center of the room, "You will all be hanged at dawn." She promised and with a fluttering of skirts she disappeared.
After half an hour of explanation to Hilde Sally stood and prepared to leave when Hilde gently touched her hand. Sally turned and looked down at her friend a questioning look on her features.
"Sally please don't ever lie to me again, please." She said her eyes held sorrow as she mulled over the information she had just been told.
"I promise." Sally swore to her friend,
Hilde nodded in returned and was about to stand when the lights flickered and then died, Hilde reached for the hand phone but looked to Sally surprised, "it's dead." She said, fear crawling into her voice.
Sally nodded to her and she nodded back from underneath her sofa Hilde withdrew a gun, Sally quirked an eyebrow.
'You weren't the only one on edge you know.' Hilde whispered back.
Luckily for them it was still light out and so light poured through the drapes, making dancing shadows on the floor. Hilde heard it first, the footsteps and by the sound of it there were five of them, she made the signal to Sally and they each crouched low behind the sofa. When the den doors opened, lights from guns lit up the room, as fireworks did at celebrations.
TBC
Gosh you must really hate me now, heh okay I'm going, I'm going to write the next chapter don't be mad at me. I'm going now. ^_^