Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing. I am not making any
money because of this story and am not profiting in any way. I do own any
original characters that you won't recognize and I own this story line, so
please don't copy it!
Rating: PG-13 (that may be a little high, but I wanted to be careful…rated for bloody stuff)
Pairings: Heero and Serena. Maybe a few others later. I do plan on bringing other characters into the story and thickening the plot a little.
Setting: Another world that I just created ^_^
Summary: You should know the deal by now!!
Warnings: none
AN: I'm SO sorry that this chapter is so late, but it is long! I wasn't planning on putting this chapter out, but I just felt like writing. Enjoy, and I'll try my absolute best to write more ASAP! School's almost out and I'll be able to write much more often!!
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Review(s) = more chapters fast
In His Steps
Chapter 4: The End of His Search
By: Allie
Serena awoke in a beautiful room that seemed made for her. The walls were a soft yellow and her king-sized bed matched with pink and purple flowers. Her sheets were satiny and softer than she thought possible. She yawned and stretched slowly, preparing to get up.
Once out of bed, Serena walked towards the only one of three doors in her room that was open. She walked into a similarly decorated bathroom, complete with shampoo, a change of clothes, soap, and any other toiletry she could possibly need. Serena walked to the Jacuzzi and turned on the water. She poured half a bottle of bubble bath in and began to undress. Once the bath was full, she turned on the whirlpool and slid slowly into the steamy water.
Once done washing and soaking, Serena dried herself off and got dressed. There was only one outfit available, a baggy pair of sky-blue pants and a white t-shirt. Once dressed, she began the long process of brushing out and drying her hair. There was nothing to tie her hair back with, so she left it down.
Serena carefully wondered out into the bedroom where she found a pair of tennis shoes and socks. She pulled them on and proceeded to the door across the room that was now open. She was beginning to feel like a mouse in a cage, with someone watching her and setting a path for her to follow to the cheese.
Once outside the room, she began walking down a long corridor. Luckily, she didn't have to walk long. An older maid soon noticed her and walked over. The woman was short with graying hair. She looked kind and frail, but there was an air about her that told Serena otherwise.
"Mr. Treize is waiting for you, miss," the woman told her, "Follow me and I'll lead you to the kitchen." Serena nodded and followed the woman.
Serena was led to a large dining room. Inside, there was a long rectangular table and two places were set. There, sitting at the far corner, was Treize who immediately looked up into her eyes as she entered.
"Ah, Serena, you grace me with your presence," Treize called out, "Please, come closer. Let's eat breakfast before it grows cold. We have a long day today." Serena walked over quietly. She felt terrible underdressed for such a formal meal.
"You look lovely today, Serena," Treize complimented.
Serena blushed and smiled slightly, "Thank you."
The food was soon served and they ate in silence for a while. The food was delicious, complete with bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, fruit, and any juice she could want.
At an attempt in conversation Serena asked, "So, Mr. Treize, what was it you meant by a long day ahead?"
Treize looked over at her, surprised that she would speak. She seemed timid, and he hadn't expected her to have the guts to talk to him when many of his higher-ranking servants wouldn't even dare to do so. But then, he thought, she doesn't have a clue as to who I am.
Putting on a grin that seemed out of place on his face, he said, "I mean, my dear, that I have decided to train you. You, and you family have been attacked and killed. Someone is obviously after you and I want you to be able to keep yourself from harm. Your uncle was a great man, and I feel I owe it to him to take care of his last living relative after such a tragic death."
Serena sensed something was wrong with this man, or what he was saying, but she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.
"And you can train me?" she questioned.
"You'd be learning from the best," he replied.
We'll see about that, she thought. Aloud, "When do we start?" Serena added a smile, for good measure. Maybe it was better to not show this man that she was suspicious of him. He seemed very powerful and obviously had a great deal of money. She would not want to make him mad.
Treize finished eating and excused himself first. He told her to meet him in the training room in fifteen minutes. Serena had nodded and continued eating. Ten minutes later, she had gotten up and a servant came to guide her to the training room.
"Ah, here you are, my dear, and early too," Treize greeted. He was now dressed in a pair of black, baggy pants, and a black muscle shirt. She had to admit that he was good-looking. He was tanned and had very strong arms that were usually hidden beneath a tux.
"Well," he snapped her out of her thoughts, "First, we'll be working with your hand to hand combat. Next, we'll take it to weapons, and then we will incorporate your power."
Surprised, Serena asked, "What power?"
"I shall give you a demonstration of power and then you are to let it be until I am ready to teach you to about it," he replied.
Treize concentrated and a small ball of black energy came to his hand. He threw it at a target and the target exploded. Serena gasped.
"I can't do that!" she exclaimed.
"You can, and you will, in time. Let's move on. I will not answer questions," he commanded.
Serena had no choice but to nod and do as he said. This training went on for several days. Serena went to bed exhausted, barely able to move at the end of the day. He gave her one on one instruction everyday for several hours. Sunday was the only day she was allowed a break and she usually slept most of the day. She was, however improving under his careful tutelage.
~*~*~
Treize was surprised, and it was not often that he was surprised. Serena was a much quicker learner than he had anticipated. She was quickly mastering hand-to-hand combat. It had only been about five months since he had begun her training. Soon, he thought, she will be worthy of me; she will be worthy of being my queen and we will triumph over all. He decided to begin training her with weapons the next day.
~*~*~
Serena woke up in her now familiar room and began her morning ritual of getting read for the day's training. She had been training, nonstop, for three years now. She would be 21 years old, tomorrow.
She took a shower to wake her up, dressed, ate breakfast, and began practicing on her own. After lunch, Treize would come to the training room and begin to help her improve. Serena had begun to respect Treize. He was hard on her, but she had truly learned to fight and protect herself. She found that she enjoyed it now. It was invigorating to her.
As she was practicing, Serena couldn't help but feel a familiar presence. Her senses were heightened now from her years of training. She whirled around and peered in the direction of the presence. As quickly as it came, it was gone, however, and she resumed her practicing.
~*~*~
Heero had been all over the world looking for Serena and was ready to give up. He had mastered hiding himself from Treize a long time ago and it seemed that Treize had finally mastered hiding from him.
Heero sensed the presence of a vampire and walked into the quaint boutique on the corner of the street in Paris, France. Inside, he saw something unusual. There, was a grimy young vampire, looking at evening gowns. The sales lady was eyeing the man angrily. Evidently, she didn't like having the grimy little man in her shop.
Heero approached the vampire slowly. When in arms distance, he asked darkly, "Now, what would any self-respecting vampire be doing in a boutique in France?"
The man turned around and gasped in fear. "It's you!" he shouted.
"Not so loud, there. You wouldn't want to scare that woman more than you already have, would you?" Heero asked, making it clear that he had better shut up if he didn't want to be in serious pain.
"No s-s-sir," the man replied, terrified.
"Now, I'm only going to ask one more time, what are you doing here?" Heero demanded.
"I'm b-buying a d-dress for the m-ma-master," the managed to get out.
"Oh, I really don't think pink is his color," Heero replied sarcastically, looking at the dress the man had picked out.
"I-It's for the girl. The girl that he wants for his q-queen," the man stuttered out.
"Ah, would the girl be named Serena, with blonde hair and blue eyes?" Heero asked annoyed at the lack of information this man was giving him.
"Y-yes," he replied.
"Then I must come along for the fun!" Heero exclaimed with mock excitement.
Putting the pink dress back on the rack, Heero picked up the white one next to it. It seemed much more suitable for her, to him. White was a pure color, innocent, just like Serena. He pushed the man up to the counter with the dress, and he made the purchase. Heero followed the man closely, making it clear that if he tired anything stupid, he would be in for big trouble.
The man led Heero down a dark alley and into a seemingly abandoned warehouse. Heero followed him into a pitch-black room in the back where he lit two candles. The man then proceeded to spout out an incantation and a black portal opened up. The little man tried to scamper through, but Heero pushed him back and went in first. The portal closed before the man could come through. Leaving Heero alone in a dark world. He had grabbed the paper the man had read the incantation from, so he was not worried about being followed. In the center of this dark world, there was a black castle. For the first time in three years, Heero felt the presence of Treize.
Another dimension, nice trick Treize, he thought as he made his way to the castle.
~*~*~
Heero walked into the castle with little difficulty. Evidently, Treize did not have any suspicions that he would find his castle. The castle was huge, and Heero quickly found himself lost.
Luckily, Heero caught sight of long, familiar, silvery blonde hair. His heart began to beat wildly as he followed the beautiful princess. She walked into a training room of some sort and began to work out. He watched as she sent small balls of power at a target, hitting it dead center, every time.
Heero was so entranced by the beautiful girl, that he almost didn't notice her take notice of him. Just as she whirled around, he slid back into the shadows. There she was, his princess, and he'd die before he'd leave this place without her.
AN: Please review and leave your thoughts, ideas, and anything else you might want to tell me ^_~ Thanks!
Rating: PG-13 (that may be a little high, but I wanted to be careful…rated for bloody stuff)
Pairings: Heero and Serena. Maybe a few others later. I do plan on bringing other characters into the story and thickening the plot a little.
Setting: Another world that I just created ^_^
Summary: You should know the deal by now!!
Warnings: none
AN: I'm SO sorry that this chapter is so late, but it is long! I wasn't planning on putting this chapter out, but I just felt like writing. Enjoy, and I'll try my absolute best to write more ASAP! School's almost out and I'll be able to write much more often!!
Review = More chapters
Review(s) = more chapters fast
In His Steps
Chapter 4: The End of His Search
By: Allie
Serena awoke in a beautiful room that seemed made for her. The walls were a soft yellow and her king-sized bed matched with pink and purple flowers. Her sheets were satiny and softer than she thought possible. She yawned and stretched slowly, preparing to get up.
Once out of bed, Serena walked towards the only one of three doors in her room that was open. She walked into a similarly decorated bathroom, complete with shampoo, a change of clothes, soap, and any other toiletry she could possibly need. Serena walked to the Jacuzzi and turned on the water. She poured half a bottle of bubble bath in and began to undress. Once the bath was full, she turned on the whirlpool and slid slowly into the steamy water.
Once done washing and soaking, Serena dried herself off and got dressed. There was only one outfit available, a baggy pair of sky-blue pants and a white t-shirt. Once dressed, she began the long process of brushing out and drying her hair. There was nothing to tie her hair back with, so she left it down.
Serena carefully wondered out into the bedroom where she found a pair of tennis shoes and socks. She pulled them on and proceeded to the door across the room that was now open. She was beginning to feel like a mouse in a cage, with someone watching her and setting a path for her to follow to the cheese.
Once outside the room, she began walking down a long corridor. Luckily, she didn't have to walk long. An older maid soon noticed her and walked over. The woman was short with graying hair. She looked kind and frail, but there was an air about her that told Serena otherwise.
"Mr. Treize is waiting for you, miss," the woman told her, "Follow me and I'll lead you to the kitchen." Serena nodded and followed the woman.
Serena was led to a large dining room. Inside, there was a long rectangular table and two places were set. There, sitting at the far corner, was Treize who immediately looked up into her eyes as she entered.
"Ah, Serena, you grace me with your presence," Treize called out, "Please, come closer. Let's eat breakfast before it grows cold. We have a long day today." Serena walked over quietly. She felt terrible underdressed for such a formal meal.
"You look lovely today, Serena," Treize complimented.
Serena blushed and smiled slightly, "Thank you."
The food was soon served and they ate in silence for a while. The food was delicious, complete with bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, fruit, and any juice she could want.
At an attempt in conversation Serena asked, "So, Mr. Treize, what was it you meant by a long day ahead?"
Treize looked over at her, surprised that she would speak. She seemed timid, and he hadn't expected her to have the guts to talk to him when many of his higher-ranking servants wouldn't even dare to do so. But then, he thought, she doesn't have a clue as to who I am.
Putting on a grin that seemed out of place on his face, he said, "I mean, my dear, that I have decided to train you. You, and you family have been attacked and killed. Someone is obviously after you and I want you to be able to keep yourself from harm. Your uncle was a great man, and I feel I owe it to him to take care of his last living relative after such a tragic death."
Serena sensed something was wrong with this man, or what he was saying, but she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.
"And you can train me?" she questioned.
"You'd be learning from the best," he replied.
We'll see about that, she thought. Aloud, "When do we start?" Serena added a smile, for good measure. Maybe it was better to not show this man that she was suspicious of him. He seemed very powerful and obviously had a great deal of money. She would not want to make him mad.
Treize finished eating and excused himself first. He told her to meet him in the training room in fifteen minutes. Serena had nodded and continued eating. Ten minutes later, she had gotten up and a servant came to guide her to the training room.
"Ah, here you are, my dear, and early too," Treize greeted. He was now dressed in a pair of black, baggy pants, and a black muscle shirt. She had to admit that he was good-looking. He was tanned and had very strong arms that were usually hidden beneath a tux.
"Well," he snapped her out of her thoughts, "First, we'll be working with your hand to hand combat. Next, we'll take it to weapons, and then we will incorporate your power."
Surprised, Serena asked, "What power?"
"I shall give you a demonstration of power and then you are to let it be until I am ready to teach you to about it," he replied.
Treize concentrated and a small ball of black energy came to his hand. He threw it at a target and the target exploded. Serena gasped.
"I can't do that!" she exclaimed.
"You can, and you will, in time. Let's move on. I will not answer questions," he commanded.
Serena had no choice but to nod and do as he said. This training went on for several days. Serena went to bed exhausted, barely able to move at the end of the day. He gave her one on one instruction everyday for several hours. Sunday was the only day she was allowed a break and she usually slept most of the day. She was, however improving under his careful tutelage.
~*~*~
Treize was surprised, and it was not often that he was surprised. Serena was a much quicker learner than he had anticipated. She was quickly mastering hand-to-hand combat. It had only been about five months since he had begun her training. Soon, he thought, she will be worthy of me; she will be worthy of being my queen and we will triumph over all. He decided to begin training her with weapons the next day.
~*~*~
Serena woke up in her now familiar room and began her morning ritual of getting read for the day's training. She had been training, nonstop, for three years now. She would be 21 years old, tomorrow.
She took a shower to wake her up, dressed, ate breakfast, and began practicing on her own. After lunch, Treize would come to the training room and begin to help her improve. Serena had begun to respect Treize. He was hard on her, but she had truly learned to fight and protect herself. She found that she enjoyed it now. It was invigorating to her.
As she was practicing, Serena couldn't help but feel a familiar presence. Her senses were heightened now from her years of training. She whirled around and peered in the direction of the presence. As quickly as it came, it was gone, however, and she resumed her practicing.
~*~*~
Heero had been all over the world looking for Serena and was ready to give up. He had mastered hiding himself from Treize a long time ago and it seemed that Treize had finally mastered hiding from him.
Heero sensed the presence of a vampire and walked into the quaint boutique on the corner of the street in Paris, France. Inside, he saw something unusual. There, was a grimy young vampire, looking at evening gowns. The sales lady was eyeing the man angrily. Evidently, she didn't like having the grimy little man in her shop.
Heero approached the vampire slowly. When in arms distance, he asked darkly, "Now, what would any self-respecting vampire be doing in a boutique in France?"
The man turned around and gasped in fear. "It's you!" he shouted.
"Not so loud, there. You wouldn't want to scare that woman more than you already have, would you?" Heero asked, making it clear that he had better shut up if he didn't want to be in serious pain.
"No s-s-sir," the man replied, terrified.
"Now, I'm only going to ask one more time, what are you doing here?" Heero demanded.
"I'm b-buying a d-dress for the m-ma-master," the managed to get out.
"Oh, I really don't think pink is his color," Heero replied sarcastically, looking at the dress the man had picked out.
"I-It's for the girl. The girl that he wants for his q-queen," the man stuttered out.
"Ah, would the girl be named Serena, with blonde hair and blue eyes?" Heero asked annoyed at the lack of information this man was giving him.
"Y-yes," he replied.
"Then I must come along for the fun!" Heero exclaimed with mock excitement.
Putting the pink dress back on the rack, Heero picked up the white one next to it. It seemed much more suitable for her, to him. White was a pure color, innocent, just like Serena. He pushed the man up to the counter with the dress, and he made the purchase. Heero followed the man closely, making it clear that if he tired anything stupid, he would be in for big trouble.
The man led Heero down a dark alley and into a seemingly abandoned warehouse. Heero followed him into a pitch-black room in the back where he lit two candles. The man then proceeded to spout out an incantation and a black portal opened up. The little man tried to scamper through, but Heero pushed him back and went in first. The portal closed before the man could come through. Leaving Heero alone in a dark world. He had grabbed the paper the man had read the incantation from, so he was not worried about being followed. In the center of this dark world, there was a black castle. For the first time in three years, Heero felt the presence of Treize.
Another dimension, nice trick Treize, he thought as he made his way to the castle.
~*~*~
Heero walked into the castle with little difficulty. Evidently, Treize did not have any suspicions that he would find his castle. The castle was huge, and Heero quickly found himself lost.
Luckily, Heero caught sight of long, familiar, silvery blonde hair. His heart began to beat wildly as he followed the beautiful princess. She walked into a training room of some sort and began to work out. He watched as she sent small balls of power at a target, hitting it dead center, every time.
Heero was so entranced by the beautiful girl, that he almost didn't notice her take notice of him. Just as she whirled around, he slid back into the shadows. There she was, his princess, and he'd die before he'd leave this place without her.
AN: Please review and leave your thoughts, ideas, and anything else you might want to tell me ^_~ Thanks!