jmi: Ok... I had several requests for a sequel to "Weight of a Feather"
Little Onna: Yeah they asked for it!
jmi: You realize you're gonna get us both killed.
Little Onna: Hey, I 'AM' an angst demon.. this is what I do!
jmi: *sigh*
_______________________________________________________
DISCLAIMER: No.. I don't own Gundam Wing. Those are
the "too content to make more episodes" people at
Sotusu/Sunrise.
WARNINGS: um....
Little Onna: AANNNGGGGSSSSTTTT!!
jmi: *unstops ears* Thank you.
_______________________________________________________
This ringing tone was picked specifically for it's annoying
sound. I'm sure of it. I hung up the line when I heard the
answering machine start again. It had been eight days since
I'd spoken to her, and I was starting to worry. No one had
heard from her since the Wayridge Ball; acquaintances, her
staff, other members of the Foundation.... This wasn't
like her at all. If anything could be said of Dorothy, she takes
her responsibilities seriously. She wouldn't just disappear
like this without a good reason.
I paced the floor of my office quietly cursing the selfish
reasons I had for trying to reach her to begin with. I wasn't
looking for a shoulder to cry on per say, but just a friendly ear
that would listen.
Trowa was here a week ago exactly, and we had a long talk
about us. I guess you could say we'd been together since
just before he got his memories back. In the months since
that last battle we'd been apart a lot, and I think we both
came to the conclusion we were looking for something to
hang on to during the war. Seeking comfort from someone
else that understood what we were going through. Oh
we're still close, he actually kissed me when he left. It's
just a change in the intensity of our relationship I guess. I
smacked myself mentally again. I wanted Dorothy to be a
soundboard for my problems when now it was obvious she had
some serious ones of her own.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I called Rashid and had my car
brought around. It wasn't very long before I'm tearing up the
coast highway. I had an uneasiness growing inside my chest,
and it was getting worse with each passing minute. I didn't
know if it was related to Dorothy but I wasn't taking that
chance.
I pulled up to her family home in the early evening. The sun
was hanging low on the sea, the shadows only accentuating
the darkness of the house. I went up to the door and
peered through the side windows. There was no one inside,
and no one responded when I rang the doorbell.
I was officially panicked now. I walked around the house
looking for any signs that someone may have broken in. I
lucked into finding the veranda doors wide open. I rushed
through the house calling for Dorothy, but there was no
answer. I think I must have taken the stairs to her room two
at a time. I was so upset I didn't even bother to knock
before I came in. The room was a mess. There was a tray
with uneaten breakfast, some of her clothes laying about,
and the bed was a twisted pile of blankets.
I spied some letters on the small writing desk in the corner.
I don't like to pry into other's privacy, but if I believe in my
instincts this is an emergency. One is a letter to the
Romafeller Foundation laying out her wishes on who should
replace her. Replace her? What's going on? The next
was a letter to Miss Relena apologizing for her actions in the
Sanq Kingdom and asserting that her praises of Miss
Relena during their time together were all from genuine
respect. The last was addressed to me. I shook like a leaf
as I read her words.
//I'm so glad you've found happiness in this life Quatre.
People with kind hearts such as yours should. Those like
me, despite your assertions that I have a kind heart, are
condemned to only a glimpse of true happiness and love.
Please remember that any love I had to give will always
looking over you and Mr. Barton.
All my heart,
Dorothy//
Oh my god.... She.. loves me. How... how could I not have
known this? I'm supposed to be the one that knows what
everyone else is feeling! "...you and Mr. Barton"? Did she
think that me and Trowa.... Oh Allah.
I notice all of the curtains had been drawn except for one pair
that was slightly opened. I rushed to the window and gaped
at the sight. Not the view itself, the sea rolling past the
edge of the cliff, a wave of red had caught my eye. A
billowing fabric that suspiciously matched the colors on her
bed.
Allah be merciful....
I don't really remember leaving the house. My next coherent
thought I'm is sitting on the edge of this precipice gathering up
the silk fabric to my chest. God it smells like her. That
mixture of lavender and chamomile that I just associate with
Dorothy. I'm doubling over with pain when I try to look over
the edge. My tears are darkening the crimson fabric.
I didn't know. Please forgive me Dorothy....
I didn't know.
______________________________________
The end?.....
Little Onna: Yeah they asked for it!
jmi: You realize you're gonna get us both killed.
Little Onna: Hey, I 'AM' an angst demon.. this is what I do!
jmi: *sigh*
_______________________________________________________
DISCLAIMER: No.. I don't own Gundam Wing. Those are
the "too content to make more episodes" people at
Sotusu/Sunrise.
WARNINGS: um....
Little Onna: AANNNGGGGSSSSTTTT!!
jmi: *unstops ears* Thank you.
_______________________________________________________
This ringing tone was picked specifically for it's annoying
sound. I'm sure of it. I hung up the line when I heard the
answering machine start again. It had been eight days since
I'd spoken to her, and I was starting to worry. No one had
heard from her since the Wayridge Ball; acquaintances, her
staff, other members of the Foundation.... This wasn't
like her at all. If anything could be said of Dorothy, she takes
her responsibilities seriously. She wouldn't just disappear
like this without a good reason.
I paced the floor of my office quietly cursing the selfish
reasons I had for trying to reach her to begin with. I wasn't
looking for a shoulder to cry on per say, but just a friendly ear
that would listen.
Trowa was here a week ago exactly, and we had a long talk
about us. I guess you could say we'd been together since
just before he got his memories back. In the months since
that last battle we'd been apart a lot, and I think we both
came to the conclusion we were looking for something to
hang on to during the war. Seeking comfort from someone
else that understood what we were going through. Oh
we're still close, he actually kissed me when he left. It's
just a change in the intensity of our relationship I guess. I
smacked myself mentally again. I wanted Dorothy to be a
soundboard for my problems when now it was obvious she had
some serious ones of her own.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I called Rashid and had my car
brought around. It wasn't very long before I'm tearing up the
coast highway. I had an uneasiness growing inside my chest,
and it was getting worse with each passing minute. I didn't
know if it was related to Dorothy but I wasn't taking that
chance.
I pulled up to her family home in the early evening. The sun
was hanging low on the sea, the shadows only accentuating
the darkness of the house. I went up to the door and
peered through the side windows. There was no one inside,
and no one responded when I rang the doorbell.
I was officially panicked now. I walked around the house
looking for any signs that someone may have broken in. I
lucked into finding the veranda doors wide open. I rushed
through the house calling for Dorothy, but there was no
answer. I think I must have taken the stairs to her room two
at a time. I was so upset I didn't even bother to knock
before I came in. The room was a mess. There was a tray
with uneaten breakfast, some of her clothes laying about,
and the bed was a twisted pile of blankets.
I spied some letters on the small writing desk in the corner.
I don't like to pry into other's privacy, but if I believe in my
instincts this is an emergency. One is a letter to the
Romafeller Foundation laying out her wishes on who should
replace her. Replace her? What's going on? The next
was a letter to Miss Relena apologizing for her actions in the
Sanq Kingdom and asserting that her praises of Miss
Relena during their time together were all from genuine
respect. The last was addressed to me. I shook like a leaf
as I read her words.
//I'm so glad you've found happiness in this life Quatre.
People with kind hearts such as yours should. Those like
me, despite your assertions that I have a kind heart, are
condemned to only a glimpse of true happiness and love.
Please remember that any love I had to give will always
looking over you and Mr. Barton.
All my heart,
Dorothy//
Oh my god.... She.. loves me. How... how could I not have
known this? I'm supposed to be the one that knows what
everyone else is feeling! "...you and Mr. Barton"? Did she
think that me and Trowa.... Oh Allah.
I notice all of the curtains had been drawn except for one pair
that was slightly opened. I rushed to the window and gaped
at the sight. Not the view itself, the sea rolling past the
edge of the cliff, a wave of red had caught my eye. A
billowing fabric that suspiciously matched the colors on her
bed.
Allah be merciful....
I don't really remember leaving the house. My next coherent
thought I'm is sitting on the edge of this precipice gathering up
the silk fabric to my chest. God it smells like her. That
mixture of lavender and chamomile that I just associate with
Dorothy. I'm doubling over with pain when I try to look over
the edge. My tears are darkening the crimson fabric.
I didn't know. Please forgive me Dorothy....
I didn't know.
______________________________________
The end?.....