GundamChildSix: Kaetta (revised/amended)
Chapter Three, Part Four- Soldiers With Unmarked Graves
by r-chan
Last Time in Chapter Three, Part Three- Soldiers With Unmarked Graves...
*Because there are some things I'm not willing to lose. *
"Because...he asked for you."
"Ninmu ryoukai. "
"You unfair bastard...Make him happy."
"So...this is finally it for the God of Death eh? What a worthless way to die..."
"There's no telling with all the things that have happened in the last 72 hours,"
"This MS can't be allowed out in space."
"You should have done it Heero..."
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Sally's Voice: The year has finally progressed to A. C 198. Yet the peace that was for shadowed after Operation Meteor, has been tainted red. The Earth Sphere Unified Nation is now in a flex. Two cells of influential power have formed, The Knights, lead by Kai Tskishiro, who are pushing for a new form in government with deputy foreign minister Relena Darlian as the head of their reformed Imperial government and the people who are supporting President Lee, the one responsible for funding Preventers throughout the ESUN.
In the attempt to stop the potential fire Relena's nomination could bring, Lady Une assigned Noin and Zechs to take the necessary steps in protecting the peace that was worked so hard for. Even at the coast of Relena's life. But in an unexpected appearance Relena makes her statement. She denounces Kai's mission to eliminate the false peace that had been made, right before Zechs pulls the trigger to take not hers, but Kai's life. No one knows just happened between brother and sister that night but history will see it as an arc to bring what comes. Very unsure of what the future will bring the ESUN now faces the fire Lady Une feared. As its citizens watch with apprehension, the foundation of the future is once again rocked into an unsure path.
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She sat the floor, legs spread out, her small secret treasures sprawled out before her doe-like blue eyes. Her bit her tiny pink lip as she reached out to trace the figures forever captured on the small piece of paper. She wasn't supposed to have these things, but she'd kept them anyway. Only when she really missed her moman did she take them out and gaze down the pretty pictures and try to remember the big white ball room and sparkling castle her papa told her would one day be hers.
The small blond smiled. Millie would be so proud she'd been able to hide them all so well. Her little eye brows knotted in confusion. Where was Millie anyway? She'd tried to ask Mrs. Darlian once but she'd gotten so mad at her. That was when she decided she'd never let anyone get her little pictures.
"Relena, there you are."
The five year old scrambled to her feet, fear nipping at her young mind. She clinched her little fists are her sides as the tall woman came near. The pleasant smile dissolved from her perfectly made up face, and turned to one of seething anger as she noticed the scattered photos.
"What are these doing here Relena? How did they get here!" the adult demanded, kneeling to grab the thin scrapes of memories.
"You know how I feel about these! What will Mr.Darlain say when he sees them? He'll be horribly upset young lady!"
The young Relena rushed forward at the slender woman as she began to rip the photos apart.
"I don't care !"She squeaked "Those are mine! They're all I have of moman! You can't take her away!" her round cheeks grew warm with dampness as she struggled to take back her torn dreams of paper.
Joan Darlain's face flushed with anger. Before the small girl could say anything else, a well manicured hand collided with the soft skin of her cheek sharply.
Relena fell back on the floor and stars exploded behind her eyes. Joan reached down and got the five year old to her feet, a red welt already forming on the side of her round face. She put her tingling hand on the small child's shoulder.
"I'm your mother now Relena. Do you understand?"
The cornflower haired girl nodded dully. "Yes, Mother." She whispered.
"Good." Mrs. Darlian smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles on her dress. "Go throw the rest of those away at once."
"Yes, mother."
-The glass shattered in her hands and burrowed deep in her palms with a sting. Relena blinked down the lines of blood that run down her fingers and dropped into the wine and shattered glass on the table.
Trembling slightly she carefully picked out the shards of glass one by one, trying her best not to flinch. She didn't look up from her task as the double doors opened and the tall physic of a man walked in.
"Ma'am."
Relena placed the last small sliver the table with the others and pressed the napkins down on her bleeding hands.
"Who are you." She asked, finally looking up at the blond haired man. He was tall and lean, yet somewhat lanky. She noticed with detached interest that his left arm hung limply at his side while his other arm was bent at the wrist, his right hand resting on his hip. His wide mouth held a faint smirk.
"My name is Trowa Barton."
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Duo leaned on to the wall breathing deeply. A sneering pain nipped at his awareness but he pushed it away back into the shadows of his mind ruthlessly. He'd make up for it later. If he survived that was.
He cast a digested look at his empty gun and tossed it away with a grunt. He'd been lucky with the guards. He'd over estimated the strength of these guys. But the fact was, he was too out numbered by them, it didn't matter that they were almost completely unorganized. He used the back of his soot covered hand to whip the sweat out of his stinging eyes. He grimaced at the sharp stab that throbbed in his side.
Duo could see the boy's Japanese gaze in his mind's eye already. He could almost hear the low alto of his voice telling him he'd screwed up the mission...
"This is the end of the line for you!"
Duo straitened up and scowled at the idiot with the gun. He growled defiantly in the back of his throat, there was too much space between them for him to retaliate effectively.
"Shit..." The American squeezed his eyes shut. * Looks like I'll never pay you back for that cheap punch Blue Eyes...*
The fake Sweeper laughed and pulled the trigger.
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Chapter Three, Part Four- Soldiers With Unmarked Graves
by r-chan
Last Time in Chapter Three, Part Three- Soldiers With Unmarked Graves...
*Because there are some things I'm not willing to lose. *
"Because...he asked for you."
"Ninmu ryoukai. "
"You unfair bastard...Make him happy."
"So...this is finally it for the God of Death eh? What a worthless way to die..."
"There's no telling with all the things that have happened in the last 72 hours,"
"This MS can't be allowed out in space."
"You should have done it Heero..."
************
Sally's Voice: The year has finally progressed to A. C 198. Yet the peace that was for shadowed after Operation Meteor, has been tainted red. The Earth Sphere Unified Nation is now in a flex. Two cells of influential power have formed, The Knights, lead by Kai Tskishiro, who are pushing for a new form in government with deputy foreign minister Relena Darlian as the head of their reformed Imperial government and the people who are supporting President Lee, the one responsible for funding Preventers throughout the ESUN.
In the attempt to stop the potential fire Relena's nomination could bring, Lady Une assigned Noin and Zechs to take the necessary steps in protecting the peace that was worked so hard for. Even at the coast of Relena's life. But in an unexpected appearance Relena makes her statement. She denounces Kai's mission to eliminate the false peace that had been made, right before Zechs pulls the trigger to take not hers, but Kai's life. No one knows just happened between brother and sister that night but history will see it as an arc to bring what comes. Very unsure of what the future will bring the ESUN now faces the fire Lady Une feared. As its citizens watch with apprehension, the foundation of the future is once again rocked into an unsure path.
************
She sat the floor, legs spread out, her small secret treasures sprawled out before her doe-like blue eyes. Her bit her tiny pink lip as she reached out to trace the figures forever captured on the small piece of paper. She wasn't supposed to have these things, but she'd kept them anyway. Only when she really missed her moman did she take them out and gaze down the pretty pictures and try to remember the big white ball room and sparkling castle her papa told her would one day be hers.
The small blond smiled. Millie would be so proud she'd been able to hide them all so well. Her little eye brows knotted in confusion. Where was Millie anyway? She'd tried to ask Mrs. Darlian once but she'd gotten so mad at her. That was when she decided she'd never let anyone get her little pictures.
"Relena, there you are."
The five year old scrambled to her feet, fear nipping at her young mind. She clinched her little fists are her sides as the tall woman came near. The pleasant smile dissolved from her perfectly made up face, and turned to one of seething anger as she noticed the scattered photos.
"What are these doing here Relena? How did they get here!" the adult demanded, kneeling to grab the thin scrapes of memories.
"You know how I feel about these! What will Mr.Darlain say when he sees them? He'll be horribly upset young lady!"
The young Relena rushed forward at the slender woman as she began to rip the photos apart.
"I don't care !"She squeaked "Those are mine! They're all I have of moman! You can't take her away!" her round cheeks grew warm with dampness as she struggled to take back her torn dreams of paper.
Joan Darlain's face flushed with anger. Before the small girl could say anything else, a well manicured hand collided with the soft skin of her cheek sharply.
Relena fell back on the floor and stars exploded behind her eyes. Joan reached down and got the five year old to her feet, a red welt already forming on the side of her round face. She put her tingling hand on the small child's shoulder.
"I'm your mother now Relena. Do you understand?"
The cornflower haired girl nodded dully. "Yes, Mother." She whispered.
"Good." Mrs. Darlian smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles on her dress. "Go throw the rest of those away at once."
"Yes, mother."
-The glass shattered in her hands and burrowed deep in her palms with a sting. Relena blinked down the lines of blood that run down her fingers and dropped into the wine and shattered glass on the table.
Trembling slightly she carefully picked out the shards of glass one by one, trying her best not to flinch. She didn't look up from her task as the double doors opened and the tall physic of a man walked in.
"Ma'am."
Relena placed the last small sliver the table with the others and pressed the napkins down on her bleeding hands.
"Who are you." She asked, finally looking up at the blond haired man. He was tall and lean, yet somewhat lanky. She noticed with detached interest that his left arm hung limply at his side while his other arm was bent at the wrist, his right hand resting on his hip. His wide mouth held a faint smirk.
"My name is Trowa Barton."
***********
Duo leaned on to the wall breathing deeply. A sneering pain nipped at his awareness but he pushed it away back into the shadows of his mind ruthlessly. He'd make up for it later. If he survived that was.
He cast a digested look at his empty gun and tossed it away with a grunt. He'd been lucky with the guards. He'd over estimated the strength of these guys. But the fact was, he was too out numbered by them, it didn't matter that they were almost completely unorganized. He used the back of his soot covered hand to whip the sweat out of his stinging eyes. He grimaced at the sharp stab that throbbed in his side.
Duo could see the boy's Japanese gaze in his mind's eye already. He could almost hear the low alto of his voice telling him he'd screwed up the mission...
"This is the end of the line for you!"
Duo straitened up and scowled at the idiot with the gun. He growled defiantly in the back of his throat, there was too much space between them for him to retaliate effectively.
"Shit..." The American squeezed his eyes shut. * Looks like I'll never pay you back for that cheap punch Blue Eyes...*
The fake Sweeper laughed and pulled the trigger.
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