Time and Again
Part 4
Warnings: AU, Angst, Holocaust setting, mature themes.
Pairings: 6x9
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing is not owned by the authoress. This is a work of fiction, and is not sanctioned by the respective owners of Gundam Wing and related indicia. No money is being made off of this work; it's for entertainment purposes only.
Author's Notes: Well, this part just took FOREVER, didn't it? I really labored over this part... I'm not quite sure why, though... Anywho, enjoy!
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[Noin]
The soldiers have arrived. Not the older, stoic officers we are accustomed to, but rather younger, less familiar ones. I've only caught glimpses of them, but I don't like what I've seen. They haven't the calm look about them we expect from officers... They look cruel, and... expectant, I suppose. As if they know something we don't. Something awful.
[Zechs]
I race through the camp, the pounding of my feet on the pavement drowned out by the pounding of my heart. I've got to get there before the others. I've got to protect her...
I catch up with my comrades only yards away from the barracks.
"Well, well..." says one of them. "Change your mind, Zechs?"
I am too out of breath to speak. As I regain my composure, I try to think. There's got to be some way to pull this off. Surely there's some excuse I can come up with...
I'm out of time.
The women guards open the large double doors into the barracks and we are ushered inside. The girls, some appearing to be only in their early teens, are grouped together in the typical set of fives. They seem a little afraid, and a little confused.
My eyes darting from group to group, I try to find her without drawing too much unwanted attention to myself. The last thing I need right now is for the other man to start asking questions.
As the men spread out and look over the women, I spot her standing at the far end of the room. Walking briskly to her, I am terrified when I see Nicholae, of all people, approaching her as well. He gets to her only seconds before I do, and is about to grab her wrist when I bat his hand away.
"Do not touch," I say, gently taking hold of her arm so as not to frighten her. My palm covers her number. The numbers are how they identify which women will be taken from the groups later that night. The numbers denied him, Nicholae backs away and begins the search for some other girl.
I release her arm, but I do not move. My presence should be enough to keep the others from assuming she is available for the claiming.
[Noin]
The soldier from before stands near me. I feel somehow safe from whatever evil nearly befell me. That is the only thing that describes what I saw in that other man's eyes: pure evil.
The blond soldier's eyes are gentle; he seems relieved that the other one is gone. Out of reflex, I flinch when he moves a step closer.
"What is your name?" he asks in a whisper.
"Lu... Lucrezia," I stammer, my voice equally subdued. He is facing me fully now, and his soft blue eyes have an almost hypnotic quality.
"That's a beautiful name," he murmurs. "My name is Zechs."
"I... what is going on?" I ask, throwing caution to the wind. Something tells me to trust this man.
[Zechs]
"The other officers have permission to take some of the women from this barracks and... use them as they see fit," I finish quickly, hoping the speed of my words will soften the awful truth they carry.
"I... And what is to become of me?" she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Am I to meet such a fate at your hands?"
"NO," I hiss fiercely. "Nothing of the sort will be done to you."
"Why?" she murmurs. "Why do *you* care?" Her voice is almost accusatory in nature.
"I... haven't a clue," I confess. "But rest assured, I'll not let anything happen to you."
This seems to calm her a bit. "Promise me," she says.
"I promise," I whisper. "No harm shall come to you if I can do anything about it."
My mind races as I try to think of some course of action. I can't do anything to help her, at least not now.
The other men are preparing to leave. I glance at Lucrezia's number and commit it to memory almost instantly. It may be useful information in the future.
"I'll find you again," I say before I turn to go.
And I will find her again. That much is for sure.
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Well, part 4 complete.
Tyler (Mrs Chang) wild_child0102@hotmail.com
Part 4
Warnings: AU, Angst, Holocaust setting, mature themes.
Pairings: 6x9
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing is not owned by the authoress. This is a work of fiction, and is not sanctioned by the respective owners of Gundam Wing and related indicia. No money is being made off of this work; it's for entertainment purposes only.
Author's Notes: Well, this part just took FOREVER, didn't it? I really labored over this part... I'm not quite sure why, though... Anywho, enjoy!
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[Noin]
The soldiers have arrived. Not the older, stoic officers we are accustomed to, but rather younger, less familiar ones. I've only caught glimpses of them, but I don't like what I've seen. They haven't the calm look about them we expect from officers... They look cruel, and... expectant, I suppose. As if they know something we don't. Something awful.
[Zechs]
I race through the camp, the pounding of my feet on the pavement drowned out by the pounding of my heart. I've got to get there before the others. I've got to protect her...
I catch up with my comrades only yards away from the barracks.
"Well, well..." says one of them. "Change your mind, Zechs?"
I am too out of breath to speak. As I regain my composure, I try to think. There's got to be some way to pull this off. Surely there's some excuse I can come up with...
I'm out of time.
The women guards open the large double doors into the barracks and we are ushered inside. The girls, some appearing to be only in their early teens, are grouped together in the typical set of fives. They seem a little afraid, and a little confused.
My eyes darting from group to group, I try to find her without drawing too much unwanted attention to myself. The last thing I need right now is for the other man to start asking questions.
As the men spread out and look over the women, I spot her standing at the far end of the room. Walking briskly to her, I am terrified when I see Nicholae, of all people, approaching her as well. He gets to her only seconds before I do, and is about to grab her wrist when I bat his hand away.
"Do not touch," I say, gently taking hold of her arm so as not to frighten her. My palm covers her number. The numbers are how they identify which women will be taken from the groups later that night. The numbers denied him, Nicholae backs away and begins the search for some other girl.
I release her arm, but I do not move. My presence should be enough to keep the others from assuming she is available for the claiming.
[Noin]
The soldier from before stands near me. I feel somehow safe from whatever evil nearly befell me. That is the only thing that describes what I saw in that other man's eyes: pure evil.
The blond soldier's eyes are gentle; he seems relieved that the other one is gone. Out of reflex, I flinch when he moves a step closer.
"What is your name?" he asks in a whisper.
"Lu... Lucrezia," I stammer, my voice equally subdued. He is facing me fully now, and his soft blue eyes have an almost hypnotic quality.
"That's a beautiful name," he murmurs. "My name is Zechs."
"I... what is going on?" I ask, throwing caution to the wind. Something tells me to trust this man.
[Zechs]
"The other officers have permission to take some of the women from this barracks and... use them as they see fit," I finish quickly, hoping the speed of my words will soften the awful truth they carry.
"I... And what is to become of me?" she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Am I to meet such a fate at your hands?"
"NO," I hiss fiercely. "Nothing of the sort will be done to you."
"Why?" she murmurs. "Why do *you* care?" Her voice is almost accusatory in nature.
"I... haven't a clue," I confess. "But rest assured, I'll not let anything happen to you."
This seems to calm her a bit. "Promise me," she says.
"I promise," I whisper. "No harm shall come to you if I can do anything about it."
My mind races as I try to think of some course of action. I can't do anything to help her, at least not now.
The other men are preparing to leave. I glance at Lucrezia's number and commit it to memory almost instantly. It may be useful information in the future.
"I'll find you again," I say before I turn to go.
And I will find her again. That much is for sure.
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Well, part 4 complete.
Tyler (Mrs Chang) wild_child0102@hotmail.com
