Okay, here we go again! This is the third part of a story I'm writing, hope you like it. I don't own Gundam Wing; I do own my character, Zoekurau and Stephen Sapporo (he'll come in later). I really hope you've read the other two parts, you definitely won't get this if you haven't, so, here we go…
Trowa Lovers- don't hurt me!! Then again, to anyone who loves any of the Gundam pilots- don't hurt me!! Zoekurau will get nicer, I promise! I nearly have the whole plot figured out, yes, that's right; I put whatever comes to me first in these things. In other words, I have absolutely no idea on what to do in the following chapter.
Duo, you can write another sequel to the first chapter if you want.
Long Ago:
Cha. 3 True and False
As the first rays of light penetrated the curtains of a window, Zoekurau silently grasped the hidden knife and extracted it from her back pocket where it had been waiting. She held it over Trowa's sleeping form as if she was teasing herself with it. Two seconds from receiving an injury, he smiled in his peaceful sleep, unaware of Zoekurau or anyone else. Driving the knife into his stomach, Zoekurau laughed at the thought of how fun it was to kill and how easy it was to trick these poor fools, who would all soon be dead, into believing she was a friend. I'm so glad Dr. J made me take those acting classes, they're so helpful in dealing with enemies!
Trowa immediately awoke to his insides pouring out onto the bed; it took all of his abilities to keep from screaming. He glared up at Zoekurau's laughing face, not believing she had done this. Earlier, she had acted as though he couldn't have meant more to her, he swore at himself for showing any emotion to her. How could I have let her do that to me? Rolling over in pain, Trowa used one hand to try and stop the bleeding, but in vain, the wound was too large and she had pulled the knife out. He brought his other hand up and punched Zoekurau in her face as hard as he could manage.
She groaned, "You bastard! I do you the favor of killing you and you go and punch me!"
"Hmm, sure, a favor! Go to hell, bitch!" he doubled over, falling onto the floor. The pain was starting to become unbearable, even for him. The world around him was encased into a cloud of black as he passed out.
Zoekurau picked him up and dragged him over to a closet. She stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wound as best she could. After tying him to the chair she had sat him on, she kissed his lips. "It's so much more fun to torture someone than to just kill them upright," she said to his silent body. Closing the doors, she left to tell the others that Trowa had suddenly left while she had been sleeping.
--------------------------Romefeller Foundation---------------------
"General Sapporo, we have just received a message from Colonel James," a man sitting at a large computer announced to his commander. The young commander walked over, prepared to communicate with their new ally. He was six-foot tall, dark brown hair, and crystal blue eyes; about 19 and fresh out of battle.
"Zoekurau, good to see you again so soon. What information do you have for us?" he asked Zoekurau's image, to small braids framed her face. Smiling with pride, Zoekurau turned the computer's monitor towards Trowa, who was still tied up. "Good work, you've found the one of the Gundam pilots. Any sign of the others?"
"Yes, I have all of them here. One came, pretending he was someone I knew long ago, the others followed," was her angry response.
Stephen Sapporo nodded in approval, "Mm, hmm, please bring them here, to the Antarctica base. And, Zoekurau, don't kill them."
"Fine, but I wish to dispose off this one and the imposter myself, when the time comes."
"Very well, I don't believe my commander will have any problem with that, as long as Gundam pilot 01 is unharmed," hinting that Zoekurau wasn't to even touch the pilot, unless necessary that is.
"What of the other two? I know what you have in mind with him."
"I don't know, whatever you wish I suppose, at least until we need them. Anything you do will take them to hell and back, most likely. Try to learn anything new, and make sure that no matter what, they will be able to continue piloting" Sapporo smiled; he knew what Zoekurau had in mind. It wasn't possible to know Zoekurau for three years at not learn at least one thing about her. What Stephen had learned was that Zoekurau always got revenge, and that she knew countless methods of torture to get it.
"Will you be sending anyone to help in transportation?"
"If you don't mind, I will be sending three recruits to be of assistance. Don't kill them if you don't want their help!" he answered, remembering the last time they had sent someone to help Zoekurau and she didn't want it.
"Whatever," Zoekurau laughed.
"Alright then, will I see you when you arrive, or will you be start playing with your new "toys" first?" Zoekurau called those she tortured her toys.
"I suppose I could fit you in first, but not for too long. It has been awhile since I got a new plaything, let alone four. You won't mind if I get in a little physical pleasure, will you?"
"No. I'll see you then, farewell, love." Uncertain what she had meant by physical pleasure.
"You to," she kissed her fingers and pressed them against the screen as they disconnected. Stephen and Zoekurau had been an item for the last two years, but never really got a chance to see each other.
---------------------------The spare rooms----------------
"Morning, sleepy heads!" Zoekurau announced as she slipped into the room Duo and Heero had been sharing. Heero began to stir, and arose very groggy.
"What, now? Didn't we just go to bed," a newly awakened Duo groaned.
"Nope, that was five hours ago." Duo leaped out of his skin.
"What! That's it, five hours! C'mon, I need more than that," he complained uselessly. Heero had already gotten up and went to find the shower.
"Fine, sleep more," Zoekurau answered. She jumped him, knocking him senseless with her pointed elbow.
Quickly, she hauled him out of the room and down the hall to a cell, nearly missing Heero's exit of the bathroom to find a towel.
Zoekurau then opened the door to where Quatre and Wufei had slept. Waking Quatre was easy, a small kiss and he bolted upright, but Wufei was another story. His head at the bottom of the bed, feet hanging of the sides, and an arm lodged under the mattress made it difficult to decide how to attack. After a few minutes of pondering, she just jumped onto his back, sending him screaming in pain loud enough to awaken Duo, although it didn't. Grumbling, he got up and went to find Heero had beaten him to the toilet and shower. Quatre laughed at Wufei and grumbled at the shower being taken also. Instead of waiting, he went to the kitchen to find Zoekurau cooking bacon for their breakfast.
"Bacon? I haven't had that in awhile," he announced, Zoekurau smiled a weak smile at him. "Something wrong?"
"No, I was just thinking of something I need to do before we leave."
"Oh, what is it?"
"Oh, nothing. Could you tell the others that breakfast is on the table? I have to run and feed a pet," she left the room with two plates of bacon and eggs and headed towards Duo's cell.
After breakfast, the three remaining boys raced to finish in the shower so they wouldn't be killed for taking all the hot water. Zoekurau left to go for a walk and went to the waterfall, finding the recruits waiting for her. "I see Stephen didn't loose any time in getting you here."
"Yes, well, he would like to see you as soon as possible," one of the three replied. They were dressed in military outfits and smiles. All of Sapporo's men had to love what they did.
"Have I met you before," she asked the man how had answered her.
"Yes, I believe you have, Colonel James. And it was one of the best moments of my life, I will never forget it," he promptly responded, saluting.
"Flattering Flanders, of course, you haven't changed at all, have you?" she chuckled pityingly.
"No, ma'am!"
"And the others are?"
"Privates Nelson Gourd and Fredrick Grenade," she shook both of their hands, shaking her head in an approving way.
"Did Sapporo want you to do things a certain way," she asked, already knowing that he did.
"Yes, but how were you planning on doing this," Flanders remembered that she always did things her way.
"You do remember me. Hmm, two are unable to anything at this moment; we'll be taking them first. One I'm not sure of, he may cause trouble, he may not. The other two are to be moved with extreme caution," she related their locations and who was who, then set of back to the shack. "I will enter first, wait until I give you a signal to enter."
Upon entering, she found Quatre, Heero, and Wufei sitting at the dining table talking about whether they could trust her or not. Quatre was defending her to the best of his ability, with the other two pitching reasons not to trust her into his face. They also were wondering why Duo and Trowa had left so suddenly, but figured it was because of a mission. "Could you to go see how my suit is coming along, I put it on auto-repair last night?" she asked sincerely. Heero nodded and got up to leave, pulling a complaining Wufei behind him.
"What's up?" Quatre asked when she turned to him. Zoekurau looked at him apologetically for a minute, then whistled to the three outside. Immediately, they entered, taking Quatre by surprise. He looked to her for help, but found nothing but a pair of metal handcuffs and a swift punch to his stomach. "Take him to the truck, the plan just changed," she ordered one of the men, "you two, follow me."
Walking towards her room, they quickly gathered Trowa, who was still unconscious from the loss of blood. Getting Duo was also a piece of cake, he was awake, but didn't have all his bearings right. Flanders and Gourd deposited both with Grenade and Quatre, then returned to help in the capturing of Heero and Wufei.
Zoekurau called Wufei up to the kitchen saying that OZ had captured his Gundam, he quickly raced into the trap. Gourd pummeled him from the rear, while Zoekurau attacked from the front. Wufei was gagged and bound within three minutes, and as mad as twenty hornets that had just met a swift kick to their homes; it took all three to get him to the awaiting vehicle because of his struggling. Quatre looked at him with pity when he was tossed in; asking why he was even bothering to try to break the bounds made of gundanium and waste energy.
Both Gourd and Grenade were left to watch the prisoners, Zoekurau and Flanders circling back to the house. Heero had come upstairs to find a empty kitchen, with Zoekurau just stepping in. "Where's Wufei?"
"Went to where the others are," she quickly answered, "and the same place you're about to go." She lunged towards him; Heero stepped out of the way of a large punch in the nick of time. "First miss today," she told him for no reason. Flanders took the blunt end of his pistol and brought it down onto Heero's head from behind, sending him to the floor. They secured him in the restraints before he got too much of a chance to recover.
On the way to the Antarctica base, Gourd noted the fact on how easy it had been to capture them. Zoekurau just replied that he shouldn't be saying such things when he didn't truly help in the capture, this shut him up for the rest of the time. She commented that it had been easier than she expected though.
---------------------The Antarctica Base----------------
"Hello, Zoekurau," Stephen opened his arms to greet her, but she did not do the same, instead appearing to be in deep thought.
"Yes, good to see you to, Stephen. It's been awhile," she replied in an uncaring way. Realizing whom she was talking to, Zoekurau came out of her trance. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about those pilots."
Stephen shook his head, "Ah, yes, the Gundam pilots! Finally, we will be rid of them, and can move forward in our plans to dominate space!"
"What! You don't mean that you plan to kill them?"
"Yes, just as soon as you bore of them, that is if we have no need of them. Then again, who knows when you're going to need a good test pilot? It isn't like you to care about the lives of the enemy."
"Huh. I guess I'll be leaving you now. See you at dinner tonight," she left him with a small kiss to approach her own quarters. Once she entered, she noticed that the four pilots were tied standing up in her room. They were strapped helplessly to the wall, Wufei fiercely struggling. "Do you like your accommodations?"
"Hmm," Wufei sniffed. The others looked down in defeat, Quatre began to cry softly at how she was acting, So unlike yourself, what happened?
"Oh, is the poor little imposter crying," Zoekurau teased his shaking form. "I suppose you all wish to know what I plan on doing to you, well, I'm going to torture you. I find it to be most relaxing."
Duo stared in disbelief, he had awoken half an hour ago on the long ride over, "What!? You're just going to kill us!"
"No, Romefeller is going to do that, I just get to weaken you," she announced proudly. Walking over to where he was hanging, she pinched his cheeks together and sneered, "Gotta problem?"
"N…n…no," he managed to get out.
Zoekurau threw his face down violently. Turning, she walked to a china cabinet, opening it to reveal the countless devices she had collected over the last few years. The top shelf was filled with tiny objects, like pins, used to slowly bleed one to death. Thumbscrews covered the left half of the second shelf, with small throwing knives on the right. Third were larger knives, and fourth were slow, painful toxins and acids. The fifth and final shelf had a few odd and peculiar devices that she had found quite interesting, but didn't know the origins or names of. "Which of you shall I start with and how shall I start," she pondered out loud. Running her hand along the third shelf, Zoekurau stopped and picked up a rather beautiful and ornate pewter knife. It was slender and versatile, allowing easy use to stab and to remove. The knife was relatively new and Zoekurau had been aching for a chance to use it.
She walked around looking at each soon to be victim, deciding which would make the hardest blow to the group. Finally, her eyes rested on Quatre, and although she disliked him so, she couldn't help feeling that this shouldn't be happening. Brushing aside all emotions, the knife was brought down quickly, but did not complete its mission. Instead, it stopped a centimeter or two away from his left shoulder.
Staring in amazement, every soul in the room looked at the quivering hand holding the deadly weapon. The four prisoners couldn't believe that she had stopped when so determined; Zoekurau shocking herself that she couldn't harm him. How can this be, she thought, he is an imposter who dared bring back painful memories. Why can't I kill him? Why? She tried again, but made no improvement.
Frustrated, Zoekurau stalked out of the room. She couldn't believe that she was turning soft, or that she could not inflict pain on someone as helpless as that. Or was that it? Could it be that she couldn't hurt an innocent?
--------------------------Back in the room -------------------
"Quatre, you okay man?" Duo asked.
"Yeah, she didn't even touch me," he replied, some what amazed.
"What do we do now?" Duo asked.
"Nothing. We can't do anything like this, we'll just have to wait until we get a chance," Wufei announced in a proverb like way. Duo sniffed.
"Mommy, I don't want to go to school today," they heard Trowa murmur, then turned to stare at each other like he was going insane. "Umm, anyone get the number of that semi?"
"Which one," Duo teased as Trowa lifted his head to get his bearings straight.
"How many walls does this room have, and how many floors," Trowa asked at the sight of his friends strapped to the walls.
"Four and one," Wufei raised an eyebrow at the question. Trowa nodded, still wondering why the others were hanging on the walls, and why he was.
"Quatre, what happened," he asked innocently.
"Zoekurau," Duo replied.
"Oh, Quatre, how'd you move so fast?"
"I didn't," Quatre said unsteadily, "that was Duo."
"Huh."
"You okay," Duo thought Trowa was going insane, not the way Quatre had, but still insane.
"Umm…night now." Trowa passed out again at the looks of his companions.
"He needs medical attention," Quatre felt sorry for Trowa; the bandage Zoekurau had stopped his bleeding with was old and needed changing. Wufei agreed, and started wrestling with his bonds again.
"Oh, give it UP!" Duo cried.
"Why?"
"You're just gonna wear yourself out, if anyone should do it, I should."
"Why?"
"'Cause I have the most energy!"
"Why?"
"Shut up!"
"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"I give up." Wufei stopped struggling as Duo began to.
"God, I can't remember the last time I did that," Wufei smirked.
"Shut up," Duo grumbled in between grunts.
"Why?"
"Don't you start that again!"
"Why?"
"Gr.…"
"Would you guys at least try to get along until we get outta here?" Quatre pleaded.
"Kay," both agreed.
"What are we going to do then?" Wufei asked, looking at Trowa.
"I guess we'll have to wait 'til he gets better," Quatre replied, understanding Wufei's glance.
"What about us?" Duo managed to get out.
"What about us," Wufei raised his eyebrows in anticipation to Duo's brainless response.
"Don't we need outtie?"
"Yeah, but he needs it more," Quatre answered.
"How come all you do is care 'bout people?" Duo wasn't using his brain at the present time.
"I guess it's a reflex, what does this have to do with our getting out of this place?"
"Umm… gimmie a minute."
"How long did it take for your brain to get that way anyhow?" Wufei sneered.
Along with a raspberry, Duo sneered back, "Ha, ha, you're quite the comedian." Wufei laughed at Duo.
Quatre sighed, "Please you guys, we need to get him and us out of here as soon as possible."
"Truce?" Duo cast a side ways glance at Wufei.
"Truce," Wufei nodded in reply.
"How long do you think we can last in this place," Duo looked towards Quatre.
"As long as we can I suppose, I haven't had this happen before. Our strength will begin to leave us after a while."
Trowa began to murmur something about knives and blood, but drifted back into a peaceful slumber before long. "What could have happened to him?" Wufei commented.
"Guess we'll have to wait on that one," Quatre returned.
"Either of you guys notice that button there before?" Duo did his best to point to a small red button marked Service Room. It was just to the side of Trowa's left hand.
"No, what do ya think it's for?" Wufei added.
"Some kind a service. Think he could get it?"
"Maybe, but he can't right now, so we'll have to wait."
"I hate waiting!"
"Too bad."
"Both of you remember that you're at a truce," Quatre warned the other two.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. He started it," Duo replied dryly, looking away.
Silence entered the air for the remainder of the time until Trowa woke up. He asked the questions he had before and started to get back into the feel of things before a half-hour had passed. After relating the tale of his capture, the four discussed what actions should be taken to release themselves.
"What about that weird little button," Duo exclaimed, suddenly remembering the object from earlier.
"What button?" Trowa stared blankly.
"The one by your left hand, can you reach it?" Quatre's hope swelled inside of him at the chance of freedom. Trowa quickly worked to push the red object, and after succeeding, a voice was heard over an unseen intercom.
"How can I be of service, Miss James?" it asked as the four gasped at the loud sound. It had been very quiet, even when they had been talking among themselves before.
"Umm…yes…ah…we…er…I would like a medical kit for knife wounds and someone to apply them for one of my prisoners. Help him, and could I get some food for them?" Duo responded, slowly at first, but fast at the end. He received nods of encouragement from the others as he went.
"Right away, Miss James. Anything else?"
"Ah… no… not right now."
"We will have someone there as soon as possible." Click, the intercom was turned off.
"Cool, it worked!" Duo nearly shouted.
"Thanks, for the bandages that is, but I don't need them, really," Trowa did his best to put on a brave face, only to cringe in pain at the end of his words.
"You do, and I don't care if they have to hold you down to get them on," Quatre commanded.
The much needed supplies and food were delivered a few minutes after the end of the conversation. Trowa felt much better after the bandage had been changed and an ointment was applied to it. The food put smiles on each face, since most had not eaten for nearly twelve hours. Sleep overtook them in a few minutes from the grogginess of the digestion in their stomachs.
-----------------------------Dinner with Sapporo----------------------
Walking into the main dinning room, Zoekurau turned many heads in the tight black dress that reached to her ankles, and was attached to her shoulders by spaghetti straps. Her hair was pulled up into a tight braided bun. Her face had a small amount of white eye shadow and dabs of light pink lipstick with little blush. Stephen, who waiting for her at one of the best tables, jumped to his feet as she came nearer and pulled out her chair out for her. Nodding her thanks, she sat down gracefully and picked up the elegant menu.
"So, Zoekurau, you look lovely as usual," Stephen started the conversation blushing slightly.
"How would you know about usual?" Zoekurau's voice had taken on Heero's monotone.
"I just figured that-" Stephen, startled by her attitude, was only having his foot shoved into his mouth by the woman across the table from him.
"Exactly, you figured, not knew," she answered coldly.
"What is with you tonight?"
"Nothing, just preoccupied."
"Gundam pilots giving you trouble?"
"No…yes…maybe…"
"What the hell do you mean?"
"Nothing, forget it," she waved her hand to dismiss the idea and looked away.
"You okay?" Stephen held his hand out to her, but she promptly refused.
"You know what, I think I'm just gonna skip on dinner," Zoekurau stood to leave.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine! Why can't you people understand that!" Zoekurau stomped out of the room, leaving Stephen to deal with the embarrassment of having been rejected.
She headed straight to her compartments, entering to the four sleeping captives. She noticed that they had been fed and figured they learned to use the button to the service room, which was fine with her. Trowa was looking better, but his bandages had definitely not been applied to the best degree. Looking out into the hall, she saw three off-duty men and called them over. Sending one for supplies, and the other two to help her get Trowa out off his bonds. Quatre began to wake as she opened a hidden safe in one of the walls; she took out the key to the manacles and a ring, which was slipped onto the ring finger of her left hand.
After nearly biting both men's heads off, Zoekurau had Trowa lying stiffly on her bed. The first returned with the ordered supplies and Zoekurau told them to leave immediately. All three complained that it was unsafe to have the prisoner free like that and to be alone. She pulled the knife that she had pulled on Quatre earlier and said she was fine in a menacing voice, they quickly left.
Looking over to Quatre, she noticed he was awake and asked if he knew how to treat wounds. He said he did. Zoekurau walked over and, suprisingly, freed him as well.
"Ah, thanks, I think," Quatre muttered, rubbing the feeling back into his wrists.
'Whatever," Zoekurau led the way over to Trowa and began to undress his wound. "Just hand me the supplies as I ask for them, do as I say, and don't touch anything."
They quietly worked for the next ten minutes, Zoekurau asking or ordering Quatre to do something, and him instantaneously obeying. A low moan from Duo stopped their tedious work.
"Quatre! What? How'd you get down? What about her?"
"Shut up, and I might free you too," Zoekurau remarked, Duo shutting his mouth as soon as the words had been uttered. "See that key," she looked at Quatre and pointed to the key for the manacles. As he nodded his understanding, she continued, "Take it and let him down, but only if he doesn't bolt. If he does, lock him back up. I don't need any distractions right now. You can get the other down if you want."
Quatre ran to Duo's side and freed him before Zoekurau even finished talking. After Duo had run around the room nearly screaming his head off and being smacked by Zoekurau to shut up, they helped Wufei, who was still sleeping, down off the wall. Quatre returned to Zoekurau's side, with Duo not far behind, to finish what they had started.
Trowa's stomach was looking much better, much of the blood had been wiped away and the hole had been carefully stitched up. Putting on the last touches, Zoekurau sighed at what she was doing. Why is it I always feel that I need to fix everything that I do? I mean, I always turn right back around after leaving the battlefield to help the wounded. Hump, and I'm supposed to be the perfect solider! I can't even kill without feeling a little remorse. Look at this guy, he's so peaceful and yet, I can sense that this war is tearing him apart. At least he has these guys to turn to; I don't have anyone, except Dr. J and he won't care at all if I died.
"You still have that," Quatre was shocked to see the ring on her finger was the same one he had given her a few days before she left. It wasn't much, just one of those pitiful rings you can get for fifty cents at a grocery store. It had a gold body, the kind that turned your finger green if you weren't careful, and a plastic red heart for the stone.
"Have what," Zoekurau asked suspiciously.
'That ring, the one I gave you," he pointed to it, she covered it with her other hand and looked at him.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Of course you do, I or Quatre Winner gave that to you a few days before you vanished from the colonies."
"Who told you this?"
"No one, like I said before, I'm Quatre Babara Winner. I gave you that ring."
"I bought this ring, no one gave it to me. You must remember someone else that you gave a ring to. Stop saying that you're Quatre, I know you aren't!" Zoekurau stood with her back to her prisoners so that they wouldn't see the hurt in her face. How could he have known that? We were alone when Quatre gave me this, and neither of us ever told anyone, he made me promise not to. Did Quatre brake his promise; he'd never do that! What's wrong with me? Why do I want to trust this phony? Quatre is dead, why do I keep having to stop myself from believing that he is alive and standing in front of me? Is it because I want him to be alive? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME! I used to have complete control, now everything is crashing down in front of me. Someone help me, please!
Quatre placed his hand on her trembling shoulder, she turned to shake in of, but couldn't. It was so comforting and warm, like she had just gone in to a blazing fire on a stormy day. Tears ran down her face, the ones that had never fallen with the pain she had hidden inside. She reached up to her face with a trembling hand to feel what these things were, these salty water droplets pouring from her eyes. Zoekurau, having never cried before, thought this was another sign of her life continuing to careen out of control. Quatre began to turn her around when she screamed, "Get away, leave me, now! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Jumping back at the fact she was screaming at them, Duo and Quatre just stared at each other for a moment. Suddenly, both Wufei and Trowa had awoken to the strange sight. They quickly began to move to the open door when Quatre went back. Duo did his best to get Quatre away from Zoekurau, but to no avail. Saying that he was crazy, the other three went to find Heero, who had been locked in a cell two levels down. Quatre announced that he would only stay a minute or two longer and would then secure a shuttle for them to leave on.
Returning to Zoekurau, Quatre found she wasn't at all like the Zoekurau he had been serving only half an hour ago. This one was like an innocent ten-year-old, who had only wanted to be with those a she loved; the other was a heart made of stone that "nothing" could penetrate. She didn't even bother to look at him when he sat down next to her huddled form. She was looking forward at nothing in particular and thinking of before she had come into the war. "What's wrong?" he was as sensitive as he could be, but still with his guard up. He slowly put his arm around her shoulder.
"I thought I told you to leave me alone," she answered coldly, still looking forward and running threw memories past in her mind.
"I know, but I want to know why you don't believe me when I tell you who I am."
"Because the person you say you are is dead."
"What proof do you have?"
"Dr. J told me."
"Is he always telling the truth?"
"No," her emerald green eyes shifted slightly.
"Then how can you trust him? Is there any other proof? Have you ever tried to go back?"
"I don't know," her eyes squeezed shut as she mentally slapped herself for not going back and making sure.
"Why did you keep the ring?" Zoekurau looked at him hard, as if she was trying to decide if he was worth it.
"As an engagement ring."
"Why an engagement ring?"
"Our parents had been planing on having us marry, since they were so close and all."
"What?! How come I wasn't told and you were!"
"I only heard them talking about it," she completely missed the last part of his statement.
"I loved him so much. More than the rest of my family, I missed Quatre the most when I left and when I was told he had died. Whenever I fight, I fight for him."
"I never knew you cared so much," he looked down at his feet," I loved you too."
"Give it up! I don't want to hear your lies right now."
"Lies? What lies? I'm tired of having to tell you that I am who I say I am and you not believing me!"
"Fine then, prove who you are."
"How?"
"Take me home, if it is still there."
"To the shack?"
"No, to space, to the place I grew up in, to the colony I'm fighting for."
"When do you want to go?"
"Doing anything important anytime soon?" she smiled slightly, tilting her head to one side.
"No," he laughed.
"Let's go then," she feebly got to her feet with a little support form Quatre's arm. "Wait, my collection," she turned back to the cabinet filled with her torture items.
"We can't take them all," Quatre protested as she pulled him over to it and opened the doors. Grabbing something from each section, a total of six items, she closed it and they left.
TA DA! That's my third chapter, now, what the hell should I do for the fourth? When I say I need ideas, I mean it! So send 'em! Or I'll kick somebody's ass, don't ask who. Oh, and criticize as much as you want (this doesn't apply to UMJ or Stardust) 'cause I want it so I can make these things better. Bye now!