Can I Keep You?
Part Seven
"Relena,
where have you been?" Millardo asked, the second Relena stepped into the
old house. She was surrounded suddenly by Millardo, Trowa, Treize, and
WuFei, who were dressed in 70-style haircuts and aprons over dresses.
"Gee, four mother figures," she rolled her eyes, and said sarcastically. "Does the word 'library' mean anything to all of you?"
Millardo let out a long, sigh of relief, and nodded. "Okay, okay. You were at the library. Did you find anything?" He asked, pointing to her over-flowing backpack.
"Somethings," she replied slowly.
"I need to go to my room and do my homework. See you at dinner!"
She then raced up the stairs,
with Treize's exclamination, "How rude!" ringing in her ears.
Can't let them find out, she thought, can't let them know...
She dropped her bag on her bed, and grabbed the bottom, turning it upside down. Her books came flying out of the bag, tumbling to the ground. She nodded quickly, calculating how long it would be before one of the four ghosts would come into her room invisible and watch her. She shivered.
Do they know about the word 'privacy'? She cringed. She then stood up, weaved around the crowded room to the dresser, and looked in her mirror. She pulled her hair out of its ponytail and braids. She left it down, but placed clips in to keep it in place.
"Phase one, complete. Opperation "Bring Back Heero's Memory" is now in order," she grinned.
Heero sat in a dark corner of the house -- the attic was one of his favourite places to be. It was probably because no one could disturb him here, or it was because his Uncles knew that this was "his" place.
Glancing around the dusty attic, he spotted a stack of newspapers shoved between a large suitcase trunk and the wall. Creeping over, he pulled them out, also making more dust rise.
Coughing, he shook his head and brought a hand up to waff away the dust. Finally, once his eyes didn't sting anymore, he opened them and scanned the paper.
"Early this morning, Dr. Schmuck reports that the son of Friendly's scientist, Odin Yuy, had died of pneumonia late this morning. Heero Yuy, the son, was an only child and much more distant towards people, including his own father, once his mother died early on in his life. Even though he was not very social here in Friendly, I think I can speak for us all to say that he will be greatly missed. -- Charles Smith."
Is that who is my father? Odin Yuy? And... is that a picture of my mother? Heero thought, glancing over the picture.
His father was a tall, regal man, with a receeding hair line and a trimmed mustache. He wore in the photo a high-collar jacket over a white button-down shirt. Heero's eyes traveled to the other side, where a picture of his mother was. She was a prett lady, with long chocolate coloured hair, and twinkling eyes, that Heero suspected were gray, from a distant memory... that wouldn't come. She wore a high-collared dress too, except it had frills around the neck.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word... Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird...." a voice echoed in the depth of Heero's brain. A soft, femine voice sang the line over and over, and as soon as Heero tried to concentrate hard on it, it would fade away until nothing was left.
Heero threw the papers down and slammed his fist on the trunk.
"Dammit!" He growled. "Why can't I remember anything? Why can't I know who I am?"
He bowed his head, and sat there in the attic for a long time.
Faye looked up from outside the hotel to the graying sky and distant thunder that boomed. Dibs came up beside her, his hand still bandaged from nearly two weeks ago.
"Faye... do you think this will actually work?" Dibs asked tentivly.
"Dibs, shut up. Of course it's going to work. Its simple. You can't even screw it up." Faye replied sharply, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "Listen, we go, say, 'Hey Mr. Darlian, guess what? We're firering you!' and he'd say something like, 'What?!' and we'd go, 'Yes, you're gone!'. Then you go into the house regardless to what he says, and start ripping apart his things -- ghosts can't hurt us, remember?"
"Then what happened to the priest?" Dibs asked, his lower lip quivvering.
Faye sighed. "Bad luck for him. Okay? Now, c'mon. Tomorrow we're gonna find that treasure and kick some ghost ass!"
Faye charged off to her car, and Dibs followed slowly behind. "It's going to be a loooong night," he sighed, then called out, "FAYE! WAIT UP!"
The thunder clapped louder, and a thin drizzle came down now. Faye was waiting by the car, tapping her foot impatiently.
She glanced at her Rolex watch and then back at a puffing Dibs as he came up to her. "About time."
He sighed, and held open the door for her as she slid in. She shut the door with a snap and Dibs ran around to the other side. Sliding in, he could only think one thing:
Halloween is tomorrow. Tomorrow is All Hallow's Eve... and tomorrow the ghosts are their strongest....
Snapple: Well, howdy ya'll. Yes, I'm in a cowboy mood, and yes this was short, but the next one WILL BE LONGER, I promise. And I don't break my promises. Ever.
C: yeah right...
J: argeed with C. Break promises.
Snapple: shut up you two. I can always find a new muse.
C: right, a new muse.
J: Uh huh... a new muse my butt
Snapple: **sigh** well, my new muses. You know Washu from Tenchi? Her two little "A" and "B" Washu's that agree on everything with her? Yeah, those are mine, but the letters are of the two guys I like. But they're replacable. I hoep they know that **glares at J and C**
J: replacable. Right, right, right
C: Do you have the number for the Muses' Society for Treated Badly number?
J: No, thought you had it
C: I wouldn't be asking, would I?
J: Of course not, just asking
Snapple: shut up you two! bye everyone!