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*Leave All and Follow Me...*
~*Force of the Future*~
Location: L3 Colony
"Trowa?"
Trowa opened one weary eye to see his sister's face in front of his, the pale light of his lampshade making her radiate softly, making out only some of her curved features. But he noticed something peculiar; fear. He never saw such fear in his sister's eyes since...
He sat up in his bed. "What is it, Catherine?"
She swallowed dryly. "Get dressed and get outside."
"Why?" he asked suddenly.
"Just do as I say, Trowa," she snapped, leaving him.
What is this all about that's gotten Catherine so shook up? he wondered as he rolled off his cot and pulled on some trousers and a navy blue turtleneck and a vest since it was sort of chilly. His feet found his shoes and he left his room without checking his hair. Fine, of course.
He spotted Catherine instantly, huddling in the chilly air. But that wasn't what got his attention; it was people with her. Brown and olive green uniform, complete and all. It could only mean one organization and when they come, the news isn't usually good.
He walked instantly towards the group. "Catherine, what's going on?"
She faced her brother for a brief moment, then said in a choked voice, "I'll leave you to talk to them." Then, she walked without making another word and left Trowa utterly confused.
"Yes?" he asked the Preventers.
A tall man, slightly taller than Trowa, lifted his ID. "I am Preventer Daniel Saphogorous," he said with a rich Greek accent. "I come directly from Headquarters on Earth under the orders from Preventer Noin to bring you in to see her."
"May I ask why?" Trowa pressed, displaying no emotion.
"There's a problem that needs your presence," he simply stated.
Trowa nodded in reply. "Let me say goodbye to my sister, first."
"We will wait for you under the bridge," Saphogorous complied, marching off with the rest of his men towards the bridge, leaving Trowa with his sister, who was moping about.
"Catherine..."
"No, Trowa! I won't hear it!" she bursted out loud. "Dammit, Trowa, I finally found you after all those years and now you're about to return to all that blood and war. Don't you want to live a normal life for once?"
"I am."
She snorted, waving her hands at him in utter speechlessness. "God, Trowa! Listen to yourself! You aren't a soldier anymore like before! You've lived two years without any problem, without any care towards the military since...since Mariameia! Don't start all over again! You aren't a Gundam pilot anymore! The war's over!" she finished in such tragedy.
He remained cool.
She was boiling.
"They have a situation they need me to look into."
"So?" It barely came out as a whisper.
"I will come back, Catherine, I will," he blurted out.
"When?" she demanded sharply.
"I don't know."
She sighed, sulking. "I suppose that'll do...but you come back here!"
Trowa nodded slowly, and walked towards the bridge.
Location: L1 Colony
"Hmm, figures you would get the presidential suite," Heero murmured demurely as he entered Relena's hotel room. He folded his arms and looked around; not bad. He suddenly had a little desire; to one day actually sleep in a suite like Relena's. Interesting.
Relena smiled shyly. "Well, it all comes with the job. Want anything?"
"Coffee, if you have any."
She nodded and got to the coffee in the kitchen-like area.
Heero continued to sight-see his way. Glass windows, magnificent wallpaper, soft sofas and small and stylish tables. "Say," he said out loud, " are there any bugs?"
"Hell no!" she cried in a gruesome response.
He sighed. "I meant hearing bugs, not insects."
She twisted her face in humiliation. She forgot how that felt like too. "Oh," she said, thinking, I must sound like a complete idiot. "Well, I had the entire suite scanned more than once since I arrived, to ensure that no one's trying to kidnap me again."
Heero played with a rueful grin. "Don't want to be a damsel in distress ever again, I see."
She scowled as she handed him some coffee. "After what happened with Mariameia? No way. I'd sooner die than become another damsel in distress ever again." She leaned back on the sofa and sipped some coffee. "So, what's all this info that you need to be said privately?"
He leaned forward and lowered his voice remarkably low, placing the cup of coffee on the coffee table. "While I was scanning for any problems on the computer systems, I came across something peculiar in cyberspace," he explained. "I don't know what it is. I scanned it, but when I got close to an answer to waht it could be, it disappeared. Whatever it was, it sure is important to be loads of bytes in a system as complex as it was."
"What do you think it could be?" she asked.
He shrugged, making her wish she had a camera or something to take a photo of that moment. It was so cute! "I don't know," he said uncertainly. "A virus, perhaps. Or some new software. Whatever it is, it must've been surveillanced twenty-four seven otherwise it wouldn't had disappeared like that."
"This is really strange," Relena agreed.
Silence.
"So," he said.
"So," she said.
Silence.
"You should get some rest," she told him.
"You should, too," he countered.
They locked gazes.
Relena couldn't help making a tiny squirm; she had forgotten how intensely blue his eyes were, how incredibly powerful his gaze was that she was lost in his own gaze. It was like he was looking into her soul, and it made her uncomfortable and at the same time, relieved in a strange way. Darn you, Heero, for making me feel so...vunerable, she thought.
Heero found himself gazing into Relena's sparkling eyes longer than he intended. She kept lulling him back as he desperately tried to break the gaze, but it only made the bond stronger. He had forgotten how innocent, how dazzling her eyes were, how...captivating they were. He found himself sinking more and more into an emotion he still could not describe until today. Darn you, Relena, for making me so...trapped, he thought.
Make a choice, Relena, either keep looking or break away...
...Make a choice, Heero, either keep looking or turn away...
Silence.
Time seemed to have gone by too slowly...
They did not turn away from each other's gaze.
Location: L4 Colony
"Where---*yawn*---are you taking---*yawn*---me?" Quatre asked sleepily as he was roused off from bed by three of his sisters. He pulled on a silky beige robe over his pajamas and stumbled into his slippers before following his sisters towards the door.
"Come, little brother."
"Hurry up, slowpoke!"
"Ouch! Quatre!"
Quatre wasn't fully away still as he scratched his disheveled hair. "I---what---is going on---*yawn*---around here?" he mumbled sleepily, his eyes barely open. "Am I in Tokyo yet, Daddy?"
One of his sisters rolled her eyes. "Now he's sleep-talking!"
"Maybe we should elbow him and see what he does," one suggested.
The first sister glared at her. "No one will do no such thing!---Ah! Here we are! Quatre, here we are, wake up...now, before I drench you with cold water," she grumbled as she shook her little brother slightly, then a little more agressively.
"Yyyyy----zzzzzz-----yyyyy----" he groaned.
The sister smiled at the newcomers before gritting, "Quatre, this is absolutely important!"
Quatre lifted his hand and smiled dreamily. "How."
She rolled her eyes as the newcomers snorted in laughter. "Great, he speaks old western Native laguages...Quatre," she said sternly. "I think you remember what the Preventers are. Anyways, right here beside me is Preventer Ahab Irann, sent from Earth to take you to see Preventer Noin. They say it's urgent."
"Llllllieutennnnnannnnttttt Nnnnnnooooiin?" he slurred.
"Yes, Lt. Noin," she acknowledged. "You have to go at once."
Her younger sister leaned over. "Eagar to see him leave, hmm, sister?"
"Yes, very," she replied somberly, shaking her little brother before looking up to Irann. "I'll get him dressed. He shouldn't be much of trouble en route to Earth."
Irann nodded.
Quatre did a sloppy salute. "Ooooohhhh, say can yooooouuuuu seeeeeeeeee?"
"I hope he won't sing," Irann remarked sardonically.
~End of Chapter
*Leave All and Follow Me...*
~*Force of the Future*~
Location: L3 Colony
"Trowa?"
Trowa opened one weary eye to see his sister's face in front of his, the pale light of his lampshade making her radiate softly, making out only some of her curved features. But he noticed something peculiar; fear. He never saw such fear in his sister's eyes since...
He sat up in his bed. "What is it, Catherine?"
She swallowed dryly. "Get dressed and get outside."
"Why?" he asked suddenly.
"Just do as I say, Trowa," she snapped, leaving him.
What is this all about that's gotten Catherine so shook up? he wondered as he rolled off his cot and pulled on some trousers and a navy blue turtleneck and a vest since it was sort of chilly. His feet found his shoes and he left his room without checking his hair. Fine, of course.
He spotted Catherine instantly, huddling in the chilly air. But that wasn't what got his attention; it was people with her. Brown and olive green uniform, complete and all. It could only mean one organization and when they come, the news isn't usually good.
He walked instantly towards the group. "Catherine, what's going on?"
She faced her brother for a brief moment, then said in a choked voice, "I'll leave you to talk to them." Then, she walked without making another word and left Trowa utterly confused.
"Yes?" he asked the Preventers.
A tall man, slightly taller than Trowa, lifted his ID. "I am Preventer Daniel Saphogorous," he said with a rich Greek accent. "I come directly from Headquarters on Earth under the orders from Preventer Noin to bring you in to see her."
"May I ask why?" Trowa pressed, displaying no emotion.
"There's a problem that needs your presence," he simply stated.
Trowa nodded in reply. "Let me say goodbye to my sister, first."
"We will wait for you under the bridge," Saphogorous complied, marching off with the rest of his men towards the bridge, leaving Trowa with his sister, who was moping about.
"Catherine..."
"No, Trowa! I won't hear it!" she bursted out loud. "Dammit, Trowa, I finally found you after all those years and now you're about to return to all that blood and war. Don't you want to live a normal life for once?"
"I am."
She snorted, waving her hands at him in utter speechlessness. "God, Trowa! Listen to yourself! You aren't a soldier anymore like before! You've lived two years without any problem, without any care towards the military since...since Mariameia! Don't start all over again! You aren't a Gundam pilot anymore! The war's over!" she finished in such tragedy.
He remained cool.
She was boiling.
"They have a situation they need me to look into."
"So?" It barely came out as a whisper.
"I will come back, Catherine, I will," he blurted out.
"When?" she demanded sharply.
"I don't know."
She sighed, sulking. "I suppose that'll do...but you come back here!"
Trowa nodded slowly, and walked towards the bridge.
Location: L1 Colony
"Hmm, figures you would get the presidential suite," Heero murmured demurely as he entered Relena's hotel room. He folded his arms and looked around; not bad. He suddenly had a little desire; to one day actually sleep in a suite like Relena's. Interesting.
Relena smiled shyly. "Well, it all comes with the job. Want anything?"
"Coffee, if you have any."
She nodded and got to the coffee in the kitchen-like area.
Heero continued to sight-see his way. Glass windows, magnificent wallpaper, soft sofas and small and stylish tables. "Say," he said out loud, " are there any bugs?"
"Hell no!" she cried in a gruesome response.
He sighed. "I meant hearing bugs, not insects."
She twisted her face in humiliation. She forgot how that felt like too. "Oh," she said, thinking, I must sound like a complete idiot. "Well, I had the entire suite scanned more than once since I arrived, to ensure that no one's trying to kidnap me again."
Heero played with a rueful grin. "Don't want to be a damsel in distress ever again, I see."
She scowled as she handed him some coffee. "After what happened with Mariameia? No way. I'd sooner die than become another damsel in distress ever again." She leaned back on the sofa and sipped some coffee. "So, what's all this info that you need to be said privately?"
He leaned forward and lowered his voice remarkably low, placing the cup of coffee on the coffee table. "While I was scanning for any problems on the computer systems, I came across something peculiar in cyberspace," he explained. "I don't know what it is. I scanned it, but when I got close to an answer to waht it could be, it disappeared. Whatever it was, it sure is important to be loads of bytes in a system as complex as it was."
"What do you think it could be?" she asked.
He shrugged, making her wish she had a camera or something to take a photo of that moment. It was so cute! "I don't know," he said uncertainly. "A virus, perhaps. Or some new software. Whatever it is, it must've been surveillanced twenty-four seven otherwise it wouldn't had disappeared like that."
"This is really strange," Relena agreed.
Silence.
"So," he said.
"So," she said.
Silence.
"You should get some rest," she told him.
"You should, too," he countered.
They locked gazes.
Relena couldn't help making a tiny squirm; she had forgotten how intensely blue his eyes were, how incredibly powerful his gaze was that she was lost in his own gaze. It was like he was looking into her soul, and it made her uncomfortable and at the same time, relieved in a strange way. Darn you, Heero, for making me feel so...vunerable, she thought.
Heero found himself gazing into Relena's sparkling eyes longer than he intended. She kept lulling him back as he desperately tried to break the gaze, but it only made the bond stronger. He had forgotten how innocent, how dazzling her eyes were, how...captivating they were. He found himself sinking more and more into an emotion he still could not describe until today. Darn you, Relena, for making me so...trapped, he thought.
Make a choice, Relena, either keep looking or break away...
...Make a choice, Heero, either keep looking or turn away...
Silence.
Time seemed to have gone by too slowly...
They did not turn away from each other's gaze.
Location: L4 Colony
"Where---*yawn*---are you taking---*yawn*---me?" Quatre asked sleepily as he was roused off from bed by three of his sisters. He pulled on a silky beige robe over his pajamas and stumbled into his slippers before following his sisters towards the door.
"Come, little brother."
"Hurry up, slowpoke!"
"Ouch! Quatre!"
Quatre wasn't fully away still as he scratched his disheveled hair. "I---what---is going on---*yawn*---around here?" he mumbled sleepily, his eyes barely open. "Am I in Tokyo yet, Daddy?"
One of his sisters rolled her eyes. "Now he's sleep-talking!"
"Maybe we should elbow him and see what he does," one suggested.
The first sister glared at her. "No one will do no such thing!---Ah! Here we are! Quatre, here we are, wake up...now, before I drench you with cold water," she grumbled as she shook her little brother slightly, then a little more agressively.
"Yyyyy----zzzzzz-----yyyyy----" he groaned.
The sister smiled at the newcomers before gritting, "Quatre, this is absolutely important!"
Quatre lifted his hand and smiled dreamily. "How."
She rolled her eyes as the newcomers snorted in laughter. "Great, he speaks old western Native laguages...Quatre," she said sternly. "I think you remember what the Preventers are. Anyways, right here beside me is Preventer Ahab Irann, sent from Earth to take you to see Preventer Noin. They say it's urgent."
"Llllllieutennnnnannnnttttt Nnnnnnooooiin?" he slurred.
"Yes, Lt. Noin," she acknowledged. "You have to go at once."
Her younger sister leaned over. "Eagar to see him leave, hmm, sister?"
"Yes, very," she replied somberly, shaking her little brother before looking up to Irann. "I'll get him dressed. He shouldn't be much of trouble en route to Earth."
Irann nodded.
Quatre did a sloppy salute. "Ooooohhhh, say can yooooouuuuu seeeeeeeeee?"
"I hope he won't sing," Irann remarked sardonically.
~End of Chapter