Part 2
"Milliardo, please pick up. Can't we discuss this? Come on, I'm your baby sister.." I trailed off. Quietly, I hung the phone up in defeat. Dorothy wrapped her arms around me, giving me some support.
"Let's not worry about that right now." Dorothy planted a kiss onto my forehead. I couldn't even force a smile.
Hilde came up to us. Although she didn't understand how we felt, she still supported us. She patted me on the shoulder, asking me what Milliardo had said. I shook my head, signifying that once again he had not picked up.
The weeks went by slow. Dorothy and I still loved each other but we were tenative. The threat of hunting Dorothy down still rang through my mind. I worried, day and night, that at any moment my brother would rush in and drag me away, leaving Dorothy cold in her blood.
Hilde stayed with us. She tried to console me, even offered to take over my job. I declined. Everyday I'd greet the public knowing somewhere my brother was watching. The public still loved me. They didn't understand what they were doing to me. I knew that if my brother thought they would accept Dorothy and I, he would also accept us. My smiles were forced. I couldn't love the public anymore, knowing they were responsible for my sufferings.
One morning, the vidphone rang. I pulled myself away from Dorothy and out of our bed. Letting her sleep, I went to answer the phone.
My heart leapt into my thoart as my brother's image appeared. His eyes were cold. He seemed to stare right through me. I knew then that he hated me, at that moment, more then anything. Our loving bond had suddenly snapped in two. I lowered my eyes.
"I've found you someone. A man. We'll be there soon." He beeped away before I could even respond.
Panic struck. I raced back to bed, shaking Dorothy violently. She groaned, opening her eyes. A smile lit her face as she started to pull me into bed. But I shook my head. At her puzzeled expression, I managed to say, "He's coming. We have to run." I grabbed her hand and tried to pull her to her feet. She refused. My eyes brimmed with tears. I knew what she was going to say.
"No, Relena. We can't run."
"But..."
"No."
"Oh, Dorothy!" I was overtaken by tears. I buried my head into her chest. She tried to console me with words. When that failed, she pulled my slim body into the bed and under the covers. We linked our legs, our arms, our hands. Drinking in one another, we waited silently for Destiny
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"Never touch her again." I awoke to the cold and a voice. Then there was thud followed by a louder thud. Shooting up from the bed, I glanced at the two other people in my room.
Dorothy stood at the end of our bed, as stong and as powerful as always. Blood dribbled down her cheek but she remained still. Determination shined brightly in her eyes as she glared defiantly at my brother.
He got ready to strike again. I lunged from the bed and raced to Dorothy's side. There was anger in my eyes as I stood in front of her. Anger that I hadn't used in a long time. The anger I felt when I had seen my fathers killer. Burning, flaming anger.
Milliardo flinched briefly then regained his composure. He snatched up my wrist and nearly dragged me to the door, saying nothing.
They say when a precious thing is being torn from you, you gain the strength of ten. I now believe that. Somehow, I managed to stop my brother. He glared, tightening his grip and tried to drag me again. I stood my ground.
Finally, I spoke, "Milliardo, stop this. Please. You are acting like a child."
"I'm acting like a child?! What about you?!"
Seeing I was losing the battle, Dorothy rushed to my side. Milliardo narrowed his eyes. Before Dorothy knew what hit her, she was on the ground. Milliardo uncurled his hand from a fist, smirking down at her.
"Dorothy!" I tried to reach her. Milliardo wrapped his arm around my waist. While I screamed, he dragged me out of the room.
Dorothy scrambled to her feet. She raced for me but the door slammed in her face. Still clutching me tightly, my brother locked the door from the outside.
"No!" I jerked from him. I could hear the pounding from the inside. "Dorothy!" I replied to her pounding with my own. Using all my strength. My fingers flew around, trying hard to unlock the door without the key.
Milliardo gently pulled me. My back was against the wall as he leaned over me. Almost in shame. It was just like the day my father died. There was no gun for me to pull out though. Instead, I cried.
"Don't cry, Relena."
I stopped. Almost immediately. I jerked my head up. Milliardo offered me a weak smile. I could only glare as the pounding of Dorothy echoed through the house.
"I don't like doing this to you, Relena. But I chose the best person for you. Relena, please understand."
"Who is it, Milliardo?"
"Heero. Heero Yuy."
"Milliardo, please pick up. Can't we discuss this? Come on, I'm your baby sister.." I trailed off. Quietly, I hung the phone up in defeat. Dorothy wrapped her arms around me, giving me some support.
"Let's not worry about that right now." Dorothy planted a kiss onto my forehead. I couldn't even force a smile.
Hilde came up to us. Although she didn't understand how we felt, she still supported us. She patted me on the shoulder, asking me what Milliardo had said. I shook my head, signifying that once again he had not picked up.
The weeks went by slow. Dorothy and I still loved each other but we were tenative. The threat of hunting Dorothy down still rang through my mind. I worried, day and night, that at any moment my brother would rush in and drag me away, leaving Dorothy cold in her blood.
Hilde stayed with us. She tried to console me, even offered to take over my job. I declined. Everyday I'd greet the public knowing somewhere my brother was watching. The public still loved me. They didn't understand what they were doing to me. I knew that if my brother thought they would accept Dorothy and I, he would also accept us. My smiles were forced. I couldn't love the public anymore, knowing they were responsible for my sufferings.
One morning, the vidphone rang. I pulled myself away from Dorothy and out of our bed. Letting her sleep, I went to answer the phone.
My heart leapt into my thoart as my brother's image appeared. His eyes were cold. He seemed to stare right through me. I knew then that he hated me, at that moment, more then anything. Our loving bond had suddenly snapped in two. I lowered my eyes.
"I've found you someone. A man. We'll be there soon." He beeped away before I could even respond.
Panic struck. I raced back to bed, shaking Dorothy violently. She groaned, opening her eyes. A smile lit her face as she started to pull me into bed. But I shook my head. At her puzzeled expression, I managed to say, "He's coming. We have to run." I grabbed her hand and tried to pull her to her feet. She refused. My eyes brimmed with tears. I knew what she was going to say.
"No, Relena. We can't run."
"But..."
"No."
"Oh, Dorothy!" I was overtaken by tears. I buried my head into her chest. She tried to console me with words. When that failed, she pulled my slim body into the bed and under the covers. We linked our legs, our arms, our hands. Drinking in one another, we waited silently for Destiny
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"Never touch her again." I awoke to the cold and a voice. Then there was thud followed by a louder thud. Shooting up from the bed, I glanced at the two other people in my room.
Dorothy stood at the end of our bed, as stong and as powerful as always. Blood dribbled down her cheek but she remained still. Determination shined brightly in her eyes as she glared defiantly at my brother.
He got ready to strike again. I lunged from the bed and raced to Dorothy's side. There was anger in my eyes as I stood in front of her. Anger that I hadn't used in a long time. The anger I felt when I had seen my fathers killer. Burning, flaming anger.
Milliardo flinched briefly then regained his composure. He snatched up my wrist and nearly dragged me to the door, saying nothing.
They say when a precious thing is being torn from you, you gain the strength of ten. I now believe that. Somehow, I managed to stop my brother. He glared, tightening his grip and tried to drag me again. I stood my ground.
Finally, I spoke, "Milliardo, stop this. Please. You are acting like a child."
"I'm acting like a child?! What about you?!"
Seeing I was losing the battle, Dorothy rushed to my side. Milliardo narrowed his eyes. Before Dorothy knew what hit her, she was on the ground. Milliardo uncurled his hand from a fist, smirking down at her.
"Dorothy!" I tried to reach her. Milliardo wrapped his arm around my waist. While I screamed, he dragged me out of the room.
Dorothy scrambled to her feet. She raced for me but the door slammed in her face. Still clutching me tightly, my brother locked the door from the outside.
"No!" I jerked from him. I could hear the pounding from the inside. "Dorothy!" I replied to her pounding with my own. Using all my strength. My fingers flew around, trying hard to unlock the door without the key.
Milliardo gently pulled me. My back was against the wall as he leaned over me. Almost in shame. It was just like the day my father died. There was no gun for me to pull out though. Instead, I cried.
"Don't cry, Relena."
I stopped. Almost immediately. I jerked my head up. Milliardo offered me a weak smile. I could only glare as the pounding of Dorothy echoed through the house.
"I don't like doing this to you, Relena. But I chose the best person for you. Relena, please understand."
"Who is it, Milliardo?"
"Heero. Heero Yuy."