Chapter Thirteen : The Morning After
The sun drifted into the bedroom of Trieze Khushrenada. It was warm and gold and softly played upon his face. He opened one eye and stretched languidly like a cat. Last night was fun, he thought, now I have to question this young la-.
His thought stopped cold in his mind. The other side of his large four poster bed was empty. On the chair in the corner of his room perched Fortune Kincaid. She was hunched over her right foot, tying one of her black boots.
Trieze sat up silently and watched her for a couple of seconds. He watched how the sunlight played through the wisps of hair that escaped the bun at the nape of her neck.
"Why don't you ever take your hair down?"
Fortune calmly raised her head, as if she had known he was awake all along. "I only put my hair down for the people I love and trust."
"But you would look so beautiful with it down. It must be long."
Fortune stood up. "Yes, it is to my butt. Now, I must be going."
Trieze raised one forked eyebrow amusingly. "Going? Oh no, my dear. I gave you something last night, now, you are going to give me something in return."
Fortune placed her hands on her hips and looked at Trieze surreptitiously. "I will give you nothing, Trieze. Except a goodbye."
Suddenly, Trieze crawled to the end of the bed, and leapt out. He landed in front of Fortune and grabbed her wrist. "I think not my dear." His eyes narrowed in an unspoken fury. "My guards will be here in a matter of minutes. They will take you back to the prison you were in until you agree to cooperate. I can hold you as long as I want to"
Trieze felt her stiffen and saw a brief flash of fear in her brown eyes. He liked that. He liked to see the fear in people's eyes. Then the fear was swallowed by something else, and it glittered far away in the back of her eyes. The only thing that came to his mind was "My God, she is mad. . ."
A quivering twitter escaped her lips. She laughed and laughed like a banshee. Trieze was afraid, he broke into a cold sweat and began to tremble. It was like he was holding a demon. Suddenly, the laugher stopped and her eyes closed. It was as if a switch in her mind was pulled and she had shut down. She looked back up at him. He let go of her like one would let go of a hot coal. Her eyes were dead. They held no emotion. She spoke. It sounded like the wind blowing through dead leaves.
"Trieze Khushrenada. You are wrong, so wrong. I am Fortune Kincaid. I have lived through fifty years of pain in a life of nineteen. I will see you again. But remember this leader of OZ. I am Fortune Kincaid, and I will not be held."
She shook her head, and the dead voice and eyes left. The madness was back. She blew a kiss at him and then sprinted towards the window. She did not stop, and with a crane like grace, she leapt through the window.
Trieze ran to the window just in time to see her land on the ground and roll away down the hill. Towards the facility were her gundam is being kept, no doubt, he thought. She is not a dumb girl, oh no. Very respectable, very intelligent, very good in bed. I will see you again, Fortune Kincaid, you can bet you life on that.
There was a frantic knocking at the bedroom door. "Master Trieze! Is there anything wrong? Is there anything you need?"
Trieze smiled ruefully and poked his toe at the pieces of window in his carpet.
"Yes, call the glass repairmen, please."
The sun drifted into the bedroom of Trieze Khushrenada. It was warm and gold and softly played upon his face. He opened one eye and stretched languidly like a cat. Last night was fun, he thought, now I have to question this young la-.
His thought stopped cold in his mind. The other side of his large four poster bed was empty. On the chair in the corner of his room perched Fortune Kincaid. She was hunched over her right foot, tying one of her black boots.
Trieze sat up silently and watched her for a couple of seconds. He watched how the sunlight played through the wisps of hair that escaped the bun at the nape of her neck.
"Why don't you ever take your hair down?"
Fortune calmly raised her head, as if she had known he was awake all along. "I only put my hair down for the people I love and trust."
"But you would look so beautiful with it down. It must be long."
Fortune stood up. "Yes, it is to my butt. Now, I must be going."
Trieze raised one forked eyebrow amusingly. "Going? Oh no, my dear. I gave you something last night, now, you are going to give me something in return."
Fortune placed her hands on her hips and looked at Trieze surreptitiously. "I will give you nothing, Trieze. Except a goodbye."
Suddenly, Trieze crawled to the end of the bed, and leapt out. He landed in front of Fortune and grabbed her wrist. "I think not my dear." His eyes narrowed in an unspoken fury. "My guards will be here in a matter of minutes. They will take you back to the prison you were in until you agree to cooperate. I can hold you as long as I want to"
Trieze felt her stiffen and saw a brief flash of fear in her brown eyes. He liked that. He liked to see the fear in people's eyes. Then the fear was swallowed by something else, and it glittered far away in the back of her eyes. The only thing that came to his mind was "My God, she is mad. . ."
A quivering twitter escaped her lips. She laughed and laughed like a banshee. Trieze was afraid, he broke into a cold sweat and began to tremble. It was like he was holding a demon. Suddenly, the laugher stopped and her eyes closed. It was as if a switch in her mind was pulled and she had shut down. She looked back up at him. He let go of her like one would let go of a hot coal. Her eyes were dead. They held no emotion. She spoke. It sounded like the wind blowing through dead leaves.
"Trieze Khushrenada. You are wrong, so wrong. I am Fortune Kincaid. I have lived through fifty years of pain in a life of nineteen. I will see you again. But remember this leader of OZ. I am Fortune Kincaid, and I will not be held."
She shook her head, and the dead voice and eyes left. The madness was back. She blew a kiss at him and then sprinted towards the window. She did not stop, and with a crane like grace, she leapt through the window.
Trieze ran to the window just in time to see her land on the ground and roll away down the hill. Towards the facility were her gundam is being kept, no doubt, he thought. She is not a dumb girl, oh no. Very respectable, very intelligent, very good in bed. I will see you again, Fortune Kincaid, you can bet you life on that.
There was a frantic knocking at the bedroom door. "Master Trieze! Is there anything wrong? Is there anything you need?"
Trieze smiled ruefully and poked his toe at the pieces of window in his carpet.
"Yes, call the glass repairmen, please."
