Happy 32nd Birthday
You are Not Forgotten
Duo glanced at the slashes Wufei had diligently made all the years they had been held captive. He groaned at the amount before mumbling, "Happy 32nd birthday, guys."
Heero glanced up to his fellow gundam pilot. Were they really that old? Had they really been in there that long? After the first years, the days had just started to slid together. Weeks and months even years had no meaning for him anymore. It was just an endless parade of nights and days in a cell.
Quatre turned his eyes away from the braided boy. Slowly, tears began to trickle down his pale face. He had missed all those birthdays. The blonde could remember when he and his Corps would throw the biggest parties ever. But now he had to wonder if the Magunac Corps even remembered or would even recognize their young master.
Trowa sighed, seeing Quatre's tears. He sent a quick glare to Duo before stepping over to the Arabian. Sitting down besides him, Trowa wrapped an arm about the boy. He whispered sweet words of condolence.
Wufei just ignored Duo and his words. It wasn't his birthday yet. They would be out of here before he himself turned 32. He just knew. Wufei glanced out into the emptiness of space. Grasping sight of the brightest star, the Chinese man closed his eyes and made a wish.
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"Noin, that's it! Get out of my house!" Milliardo bellowed at his wife. He picked up their young child and threw the girl towards Noin who caught her. Milliardo then turned angrily away.
"You.. bastard! I can't believe this! You're divorcing me because I think what you are doing is wrong?!" Noin screamed back. She covered her young daughters ears as the girl began to cry. All these violent words were scary to the innocent young.
"No, I'm divorcing you because you betrayed me," Milliardo growled out. He held up the newspaper article from last year. The one about Noin backing up Lady Une.
Noin's jaw clenched. She turned silently and stormed from the room. He wanted a betrayal? She'd give him a betrayal!
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Noin stepped softly into the newspaper office on that hot August day. A wave of déjà vu hit her. This was just like the last time she had been here except now there was no doubt plaguing her. She'd get the truth out. But the lieutenant couldn't help but be angry with herself for the main reason she was testifying about the POWs was not because she wanted them back but because she wanted revenge on Milliardo.
"So, Lieutenant Noin, welcome back. There was something you wanted to speak to me about?" asked the editor. His position on the chair gave off the air of laziness. But there was a passion in his eyes that assured Noin he would definitely make her words a front page.
She nodded, a soft smile lighting up her face. Noin sat in the chair in front of him, clearing her throat, "You'd better get a tape recorder."
The front page of the Alliance Street Journal the next day read out in bold letters:
VIETNAMESE WANT TO SELL 57 LIVE POWs FOR 4 BILL.
GOVERNMENT IGNORES!
Milliardo growled, clenching the paper tightly in his fist. That Noin. Why was she doing this? Didn't she understand politics? He threw his glass of coffee violently to the ground, making his little sister jump. The man then shoved his chair back and stalked off into his room.
Relena edged over to the paper her brother had been reading. Dread did nothing but drown her as she picked it up. Slowly her eyes scanned over the front page and she began to cry. This was just too much for her. Her wings were broken and beaten beyond repair.
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Milliardo yawned. It was the thirtiest of September and no more trouble had been coming from Noin. The man grinned at his daughter wickedly. Noin had no power for now the child was in his hands. Milliardo couldn't help but laugh. Things were going great for him these days. No more articles and the last articles controversy had died down quickly.
He reached from the depths of his bed to grab that mornings paper. Milliardo had switched from the Alliance Street Times to Colony Times. He flipped through the pages, intent on finding the comics. Suddenly, three letters caught his eye and the man froze.
GOVERNMENT PANELS ESTIMATES UP TO 100 LIVE POWs HELD IN COLONIES!
Milliardo froze. It couldn't have been Noin. She only spoke to the Alliance Street Times. Plus, she wasn't in charge of foreign affairs. The only two who had permission to work with outside colonies were Lady Une but she had been fired. Lady Une and...
"Sally Po," Milliardo growled out. These womyn were getting to be quite tiresome. He threw the paper down. As soon as Sally Po was done from her usual week trip to all the colonies, there would be hell for her to pay.
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"Mariemaia! Tell us! Were the panels speaking the truth?" cried out many reporters as the young woman tried to wheel her way through the masses. It was taking her everything she had to keep her head up as they cried for the truth and she was unable to give it.
"Can you deny all those testimonies, Mariemaia? And the panels?" spoke another reporter. He looked at her sternly. The blue in his eyes and the expression on his face made her heart stop. He looked so much like the one called Heero Yuy. It was painful to even look at him. The guilt was driving her mad.
Finally, the handicapped girl's tough outer shell broke. She had nothing to do but tell the public what they wanted to hear, "Look, the alliance knows they are there, everybody knows they are, but there's no groundswell of support for getting them out. Certainly, you are not suggesting we pay for them, surely not saying we could do anything like that with no public support."
The silence of the crowd surprised. The microphones clasped in the reporters hands were lowered as everyone processed this information. This was the first time anyone had actually admitted the soldiers were there. It had to be true, too, for the words had come straight from Vice Foreign Minister's assistant. Mariemaia used these moments of shock to wheel herself into the building.
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"Marie! What the hell were you thinking?!" Relena shouted as her advisor appeared in the doorway. The VFM stood up from her chair, anger flashing in her eyes. This was too much. First Lady Une, then Charlene, then Noin, then perhaps Sally who had not yet come back even though it was already October 7th and now Marie. Were they all trying to make her look bad?
"But, Miss Dorlian, they all knew. I was just," Mariemaia began. She wheeled closer to her princess, no fear showing in her eyes.
"Just what? Just trying to make me look bad?!" Relena screamed at the wheel-chaired girl as she came closer. "This is unforgivable! You are not to leave this building! Not until this controversy dies down! If it ever does!"
"But, Miss Dorlian, I have my boyfriend! I can't stay here!" Mariemaia protested. It was almost as though she herself was going to be held a prisoner.
"Do you think I care, you little whore?" shouted Relena. She gave the red haired girl a sharp blow to the right cheek before sitting back into her leather chair. "Go to your office. I'll be placing guards there," Relena hissed. She remained glaring until her advisor was completely gone from her sight.
"Perfect, Relena. Absolutely perfect," Milliardo cooed. He wrapped his arms around his sister, a bright smile plastered to his face. Relena attempted to return his smile but her thoughts were on many other things.
Mizu-chan!'s Notes: You like? I'm writing quickly now, blame it on the book my daddy-poo gave me. Erm, anyways. No incestous relationship between Milliardo and Relena.. although it would be fun. ~:~cue the wicked grin~:~ That'll be saved for another fanfic. Well, hope you're liking this one and it's not to confusing. I'm remembering to put the dates up now! Proud? Ahem, anyways! Ja!
You are Not Forgotten
Duo glanced at the slashes Wufei had diligently made all the years they had been held captive. He groaned at the amount before mumbling, "Happy 32nd birthday, guys."
Heero glanced up to his fellow gundam pilot. Were they really that old? Had they really been in there that long? After the first years, the days had just started to slid together. Weeks and months even years had no meaning for him anymore. It was just an endless parade of nights and days in a cell.
Quatre turned his eyes away from the braided boy. Slowly, tears began to trickle down his pale face. He had missed all those birthdays. The blonde could remember when he and his Corps would throw the biggest parties ever. But now he had to wonder if the Magunac Corps even remembered or would even recognize their young master.
Trowa sighed, seeing Quatre's tears. He sent a quick glare to Duo before stepping over to the Arabian. Sitting down besides him, Trowa wrapped an arm about the boy. He whispered sweet words of condolence.
Wufei just ignored Duo and his words. It wasn't his birthday yet. They would be out of here before he himself turned 32. He just knew. Wufei glanced out into the emptiness of space. Grasping sight of the brightest star, the Chinese man closed his eyes and made a wish.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Noin, that's it! Get out of my house!" Milliardo bellowed at his wife. He picked up their young child and threw the girl towards Noin who caught her. Milliardo then turned angrily away.
"You.. bastard! I can't believe this! You're divorcing me because I think what you are doing is wrong?!" Noin screamed back. She covered her young daughters ears as the girl began to cry. All these violent words were scary to the innocent young.
"No, I'm divorcing you because you betrayed me," Milliardo growled out. He held up the newspaper article from last year. The one about Noin backing up Lady Une.
Noin's jaw clenched. She turned silently and stormed from the room. He wanted a betrayal? She'd give him a betrayal!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Noin stepped softly into the newspaper office on that hot August day. A wave of déjà vu hit her. This was just like the last time she had been here except now there was no doubt plaguing her. She'd get the truth out. But the lieutenant couldn't help but be angry with herself for the main reason she was testifying about the POWs was not because she wanted them back but because she wanted revenge on Milliardo.
"So, Lieutenant Noin, welcome back. There was something you wanted to speak to me about?" asked the editor. His position on the chair gave off the air of laziness. But there was a passion in his eyes that assured Noin he would definitely make her words a front page.
She nodded, a soft smile lighting up her face. Noin sat in the chair in front of him, clearing her throat, "You'd better get a tape recorder."
The front page of the Alliance Street Journal the next day read out in bold letters:
VIETNAMESE WANT TO SELL 57 LIVE POWs FOR 4 BILL.
GOVERNMENT IGNORES!
Milliardo growled, clenching the paper tightly in his fist. That Noin. Why was she doing this? Didn't she understand politics? He threw his glass of coffee violently to the ground, making his little sister jump. The man then shoved his chair back and stalked off into his room.
Relena edged over to the paper her brother had been reading. Dread did nothing but drown her as she picked it up. Slowly her eyes scanned over the front page and she began to cry. This was just too much for her. Her wings were broken and beaten beyond repair.
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Milliardo yawned. It was the thirtiest of September and no more trouble had been coming from Noin. The man grinned at his daughter wickedly. Noin had no power for now the child was in his hands. Milliardo couldn't help but laugh. Things were going great for him these days. No more articles and the last articles controversy had died down quickly.
He reached from the depths of his bed to grab that mornings paper. Milliardo had switched from the Alliance Street Times to Colony Times. He flipped through the pages, intent on finding the comics. Suddenly, three letters caught his eye and the man froze.
GOVERNMENT PANELS ESTIMATES UP TO 100 LIVE POWs HELD IN COLONIES!
Milliardo froze. It couldn't have been Noin. She only spoke to the Alliance Street Times. Plus, she wasn't in charge of foreign affairs. The only two who had permission to work with outside colonies were Lady Une but she had been fired. Lady Une and...
"Sally Po," Milliardo growled out. These womyn were getting to be quite tiresome. He threw the paper down. As soon as Sally Po was done from her usual week trip to all the colonies, there would be hell for her to pay.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Mariemaia! Tell us! Were the panels speaking the truth?" cried out many reporters as the young woman tried to wheel her way through the masses. It was taking her everything she had to keep her head up as they cried for the truth and she was unable to give it.
"Can you deny all those testimonies, Mariemaia? And the panels?" spoke another reporter. He looked at her sternly. The blue in his eyes and the expression on his face made her heart stop. He looked so much like the one called Heero Yuy. It was painful to even look at him. The guilt was driving her mad.
Finally, the handicapped girl's tough outer shell broke. She had nothing to do but tell the public what they wanted to hear, "Look, the alliance knows they are there, everybody knows they are, but there's no groundswell of support for getting them out. Certainly, you are not suggesting we pay for them, surely not saying we could do anything like that with no public support."
The silence of the crowd surprised. The microphones clasped in the reporters hands were lowered as everyone processed this information. This was the first time anyone had actually admitted the soldiers were there. It had to be true, too, for the words had come straight from Vice Foreign Minister's assistant. Mariemaia used these moments of shock to wheel herself into the building.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Marie! What the hell were you thinking?!" Relena shouted as her advisor appeared in the doorway. The VFM stood up from her chair, anger flashing in her eyes. This was too much. First Lady Une, then Charlene, then Noin, then perhaps Sally who had not yet come back even though it was already October 7th and now Marie. Were they all trying to make her look bad?
"But, Miss Dorlian, they all knew. I was just," Mariemaia began. She wheeled closer to her princess, no fear showing in her eyes.
"Just what? Just trying to make me look bad?!" Relena screamed at the wheel-chaired girl as she came closer. "This is unforgivable! You are not to leave this building! Not until this controversy dies down! If it ever does!"
"But, Miss Dorlian, I have my boyfriend! I can't stay here!" Mariemaia protested. It was almost as though she herself was going to be held a prisoner.
"Do you think I care, you little whore?" shouted Relena. She gave the red haired girl a sharp blow to the right cheek before sitting back into her leather chair. "Go to your office. I'll be placing guards there," Relena hissed. She remained glaring until her advisor was completely gone from her sight.
"Perfect, Relena. Absolutely perfect," Milliardo cooed. He wrapped his arms around his sister, a bright smile plastered to his face. Relena attempted to return his smile but her thoughts were on many other things.
Mizu-chan!'s Notes: You like? I'm writing quickly now, blame it on the book my daddy-poo gave me. Erm, anyways. No incestous relationship between Milliardo and Relena.. although it would be fun. ~:~cue the wicked grin~:~ That'll be saved for another fanfic. Well, hope you're liking this one and it's not to confusing. I'm remembering to put the dates up now! Proud? Ahem, anyways! Ja!