Author's Note: Okay, I made a mistake on the last chapter. I wrote "Darkblade" instead of Bladeheart, gomen! I'm a baka, okay? * grin *
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Four: Flickers of the Blade
Ritara, one of the three invincible Battle Mages, the greatest scientist of the A'rateken Imperial Order, and creator of the greatest weapon ever to live, had never been afraid before. But she was now. She entered the room cautiously, like a rabbit fearing a predator. The lights were off and she immediately flipped the switch, blinking her eyes as bright light suddenly flooded the room. He was sitting by the window, watching the people making their way home for the night. Ritara shuddered. The people here were so primitive, she would be glad when they moved on to the next world.
"You should be asleep, Gharial." She said, moving forward to stand a few feet behind him. She wanted to have room to defend herself if he should attack. Not that she thought he would. After all, it had been she who had given him life.
Still, it wouldn't hurt to be prepared.
"Why?" Came the quiet question.
She let a small smile cross her face as he turned to face her. She had a soft spot for him, almost like a mother for her child. A very dangerous child, but he was hers nonetheless. She reached up and patted his cheek.
"Because you are human, and humans sleep."
"I am more than human."
Ritara smiled broadly this time and led him to his bed like a small child. He crawled in and she covered him with a blanket, meeting his gaze as his touched her hand. She sighed at the question in his eyes and sat on the edge of his bed.
"Gharial, you mustn't brood like this." She said, sternly. "You will not be able to carry out the empress's orders if you think too much on this."
"I do not need to sleep, mother, you know that."
She nodded silently. "Yes, I do, but humor me."
He nodded and closed his eyes. She watched him for a moment before standing and making her way quietly to the door.
"Forget that girl, my son. She is your enemy, your target. As you said, you are not like them. You are one of us now and you need not worry about the humans any longer."
"Yes, mother." He answered, and she closed the door to his room.
Gharial. A'rateken for 'double edge'.
He was indeed double edged, but she would see that the sharpest edge belonged to her.
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"I don't believe it." Duo announced for the fiftieth time, pacing back and forth across the room. "Heero is dead. I saw the explosion that killed him."
"It was him." Trowa said quietly, from his place against he wall.
"I believe you saw someone who looked a lot like Heero, but it wasn't the same guy." Duo said, feeling a lump in his throat. "It wasn't him."
"Duo, have you ever known Trowa to make a mistake?" Hilde fired at him. His infernal pacing was getting on her nerves. "If he says it was Heero than it was."
Duo shook his head stubbornly.
"If you don't believe me, Duo," Trowa said softly, "Ask Rena."
That stopped him cold. Rena had not come out of her room for hours and she had only recently stopped crying. Usually, when she was upset, she would talk to Duo and they would work it out. But now, she wouldn't see anyone and none of them wanted to be the first to approach her about what happened.
"I don't believe it." He said, but this time he didn't sound convinced.
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"I don't believe it." She said, quietly to herself. It was a false statement, she knew, but she had to believe it. If it was true...
She choked back a sob. If it was true then her dearest love had become her worst enemy. A man who worked for the very thing she was fighting against. He was not the same, but then, neither was she. She was not Relena Peacecraft.
"Then why do I find that my heart still aches for peace and that it belongs to a gundam pilot names Heero Yuy."
Maybe a certain part of her was still Relena, but Rena Bladeheart was who was needed now. She could not go back to being the spoiled, lovesick girl of seventeen she had been three years ago. She had to fight now, for her friends, and for herself.
"Oh, Heero," She murmured, "Is it really you? Do you remember me at all?" She paused a moment. "I still love you, Heero."
And it was time to find out just what exactly he felt for her.
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He jerked straight up in bed, sweaty and shaking from a nightmare. He ran a hand through his dark hair and took deep breaths to calm himself. He shouldn't have slept, the nightmares always came, but he hadn't wanted to disappoint his mother.
He sighed and buried his head in his hands. His mother. She was the one who cared for him. He could see the jealous looks the other Battle Mages threw him for being the chosen weapon of the empress. He didn't care. He was stronger then them and soon, he would be their commander.
What he did care about was the images that floated through his head. They had appeared the minute he had faced the human rebel on the battlefield. She had looked at him, through him, with those pale eyes of hers and memories had crept into his head. Remnants of a life his mother said he had once had, but was no more. Why did her face haunt him so?
~Heero?~
She had called him by a strange name, and yet, when it was said with her voice, it didn't seem so strange. She had faced him defiantly, wanting to kill him, but then she had been so surprised when she had seen his face. Why? What was it about her? Had she been apart of the life he had lost?
Groaning, he clutched his head. It hurt to remember. But he had to, he wasn't whole. And if this girl could help him regain the part of him that was lost he needed to see her again.
"Rena Bladeheart." He whispered into the darkness, and prepared himself for the nightmares.
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"Rena?" Duo called timidly, as he stepped into her darkened room. As soon as his eyes had focused to the dim light, he saw the opened window and knew. He cursed under his breath.
"Guys, we've got a problem."
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Cliffhanger! Tee hee. Hope you all enjoyed this part! Got some mushy 1xR in the next chapter. Check back, spring breaks coming up so I'll have some time to write!
Next Chapter: The Whispers of Memories
Please review!
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Four: Flickers of the Blade
Ritara, one of the three invincible Battle Mages, the greatest scientist of the A'rateken Imperial Order, and creator of the greatest weapon ever to live, had never been afraid before. But she was now. She entered the room cautiously, like a rabbit fearing a predator. The lights were off and she immediately flipped the switch, blinking her eyes as bright light suddenly flooded the room. He was sitting by the window, watching the people making their way home for the night. Ritara shuddered. The people here were so primitive, she would be glad when they moved on to the next world.
"You should be asleep, Gharial." She said, moving forward to stand a few feet behind him. She wanted to have room to defend herself if he should attack. Not that she thought he would. After all, it had been she who had given him life.
Still, it wouldn't hurt to be prepared.
"Why?" Came the quiet question.
She let a small smile cross her face as he turned to face her. She had a soft spot for him, almost like a mother for her child. A very dangerous child, but he was hers nonetheless. She reached up and patted his cheek.
"Because you are human, and humans sleep."
"I am more than human."
Ritara smiled broadly this time and led him to his bed like a small child. He crawled in and she covered him with a blanket, meeting his gaze as his touched her hand. She sighed at the question in his eyes and sat on the edge of his bed.
"Gharial, you mustn't brood like this." She said, sternly. "You will not be able to carry out the empress's orders if you think too much on this."
"I do not need to sleep, mother, you know that."
She nodded silently. "Yes, I do, but humor me."
He nodded and closed his eyes. She watched him for a moment before standing and making her way quietly to the door.
"Forget that girl, my son. She is your enemy, your target. As you said, you are not like them. You are one of us now and you need not worry about the humans any longer."
"Yes, mother." He answered, and she closed the door to his room.
Gharial. A'rateken for 'double edge'.
He was indeed double edged, but she would see that the sharpest edge belonged to her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I don't believe it." Duo announced for the fiftieth time, pacing back and forth across the room. "Heero is dead. I saw the explosion that killed him."
"It was him." Trowa said quietly, from his place against he wall.
"I believe you saw someone who looked a lot like Heero, but it wasn't the same guy." Duo said, feeling a lump in his throat. "It wasn't him."
"Duo, have you ever known Trowa to make a mistake?" Hilde fired at him. His infernal pacing was getting on her nerves. "If he says it was Heero than it was."
Duo shook his head stubbornly.
"If you don't believe me, Duo," Trowa said softly, "Ask Rena."
That stopped him cold. Rena had not come out of her room for hours and she had only recently stopped crying. Usually, when she was upset, she would talk to Duo and they would work it out. But now, she wouldn't see anyone and none of them wanted to be the first to approach her about what happened.
"I don't believe it." He said, but this time he didn't sound convinced.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I don't believe it." She said, quietly to herself. It was a false statement, she knew, but she had to believe it. If it was true...
She choked back a sob. If it was true then her dearest love had become her worst enemy. A man who worked for the very thing she was fighting against. He was not the same, but then, neither was she. She was not Relena Peacecraft.
"Then why do I find that my heart still aches for peace and that it belongs to a gundam pilot names Heero Yuy."
Maybe a certain part of her was still Relena, but Rena Bladeheart was who was needed now. She could not go back to being the spoiled, lovesick girl of seventeen she had been three years ago. She had to fight now, for her friends, and for herself.
"Oh, Heero," She murmured, "Is it really you? Do you remember me at all?" She paused a moment. "I still love you, Heero."
And it was time to find out just what exactly he felt for her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
He jerked straight up in bed, sweaty and shaking from a nightmare. He ran a hand through his dark hair and took deep breaths to calm himself. He shouldn't have slept, the nightmares always came, but he hadn't wanted to disappoint his mother.
He sighed and buried his head in his hands. His mother. She was the one who cared for him. He could see the jealous looks the other Battle Mages threw him for being the chosen weapon of the empress. He didn't care. He was stronger then them and soon, he would be their commander.
What he did care about was the images that floated through his head. They had appeared the minute he had faced the human rebel on the battlefield. She had looked at him, through him, with those pale eyes of hers and memories had crept into his head. Remnants of a life his mother said he had once had, but was no more. Why did her face haunt him so?
~Heero?~
She had called him by a strange name, and yet, when it was said with her voice, it didn't seem so strange. She had faced him defiantly, wanting to kill him, but then she had been so surprised when she had seen his face. Why? What was it about her? Had she been apart of the life he had lost?
Groaning, he clutched his head. It hurt to remember. But he had to, he wasn't whole. And if this girl could help him regain the part of him that was lost he needed to see her again.
"Rena Bladeheart." He whispered into the darkness, and prepared himself for the nightmares.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Rena?" Duo called timidly, as he stepped into her darkened room. As soon as his eyes had focused to the dim light, he saw the opened window and knew. He cursed under his breath.
"Guys, we've got a problem."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Cliffhanger! Tee hee. Hope you all enjoyed this part! Got some mushy 1xR in the next chapter. Check back, spring breaks coming up so I'll have some time to write!
Next Chapter: The Whispers of Memories
Please review!