"What in the world can a pure heart have to do with anything?" I asked, surprised.
"You see, Miss Relena," Dorothy said, walking over to me, "One with a pure heart is just as powerful as one
with a heart of pure insanity... or evil."
"How do you get that my sister is the one to fight Dana?" Milliardo growled, grabbing Dorothy's shoulder.
She merely smiled and said, "Well, she's obviously the one that's targeted. That makes her the right one to fight.
Dana's been looking for a rival for quite some time... and..." she paused, making the world seem to stop, "It
appears that she's found one."
"How is she supposed to fight?" Lady Une spoke up, practically glaring at Dorothy, "She has no training in that
field whatsoever! It'd be suicide to send her out!"
"Well, I can teach her, " Hilde spoke up. She looked nervous, like she was frightened. I'd never seen her like this
before.
"No." I said, "I don't need to fight. Fighting is wrong, and we all know it. Complete pacifism is the road to
peace. To fight would be to give up what I believe in. I can't do that."
"We know..." Milliardo said, putting his hand on my arm. "But there are things that need to be done to insure
your safety."
And so began my study of the twentith century. I learned all about the culture of the times, the music, the
language, the slang, everything.
Anything to give me more insight into her character. Anything to get into her head. Anything...
Anything to stop her before I'd have to hurt her.
Anything... to save Heero.
I fell asleep one night studing too hard and Hilde put me into my bed. I had a horrible dream about the world
coming to an end because... All because I didn't feel like fighting. The world... it just stopped. It became
completely dead. All except for me. I woke up in a cold sweat... and I didn't open my eyes at first because I knew
that something bad was there. Ever get that feeling? When you know that there's something that you *really*
don't want to see...? So you close your eyes to make it go away? Well... that's exactly the feeling I got when I
woke up.
I sat up in bed, and I knew that it was mine because it felt right... and it smelled right. I always spray a little of lilac
perfume on my sheets and I smelled lilac... but something wasn't right. Not right at all... As I was sitting up, I
looked around the room, finally opening my eyes and praying that my instincts were wrong. I couldn't find
anything out of order... until I felt the drip. Something... very small... on the very top of my head.
I knew that I didn't want to see what was there... so I just put a finger to the place that I felt the drip... and when I
brought my finger to my line of sight... that confirmed my suspicions. I did *not* want to look up. There was a
reddish tint to my fingertip. Blood.
I didn't want to look up... but you know when you go by a car accident and you don't want to look but you
can't help but stare? Well, I looked up and immediatly wished I hadn't.
OK... If I didn't see it, it didn't happen and he wasn't there.
"HILDE! MILLIARDO!" I screamed, sitting in my bed feeling the drip-drop of blood on my head. I... I think I was
too shocked to move. I clutched my sheets to my chest, trying to find a little comfort.
"What? What is it?" Hilde barged into my room, running straight over to me. Milliardo was right after her and
Noin too.
I merely pointed up.
Noin's face paled and she stared, not taking her eyes off of him.
MIlliardo... he hugged Noin and carried her to a chair across the room.
Hilde... she fainted dead away.
"What's going on?" Lady Une walked into the room, looking around. "I heard you scream, Miss Relena, and...
Oh... My God."
"I told you... her target is you, Miss Relena." Dorothy said standing at the doorway. "And she knows exactly how
to get to you as well. It's too bad that she had to use Mr. Maxwell to get her point across."
AN- Well... that was one freaky chapter. And I thought that I was gonna kill *Heero* off. Ah well... that's the
way the muse goes, I guess. I'll leave *how* Duo died up to your imaginations... as well as *why*. This piece...
it's getting really eeiry. I don't know how to spell but yeah... it's kinda freaky. This is turning out to be more
violent than I thought... Ahh well, I'll write more when I get the inspiration! Till then!
"You see, Miss Relena," Dorothy said, walking over to me, "One with a pure heart is just as powerful as one
with a heart of pure insanity... or evil."
"How do you get that my sister is the one to fight Dana?" Milliardo growled, grabbing Dorothy's shoulder.
She merely smiled and said, "Well, she's obviously the one that's targeted. That makes her the right one to fight.
Dana's been looking for a rival for quite some time... and..." she paused, making the world seem to stop, "It
appears that she's found one."
"How is she supposed to fight?" Lady Une spoke up, practically glaring at Dorothy, "She has no training in that
field whatsoever! It'd be suicide to send her out!"
"Well, I can teach her, " Hilde spoke up. She looked nervous, like she was frightened. I'd never seen her like this
before.
"No." I said, "I don't need to fight. Fighting is wrong, and we all know it. Complete pacifism is the road to
peace. To fight would be to give up what I believe in. I can't do that."
"We know..." Milliardo said, putting his hand on my arm. "But there are things that need to be done to insure
your safety."
And so began my study of the twentith century. I learned all about the culture of the times, the music, the
language, the slang, everything.
Anything to give me more insight into her character. Anything to get into her head. Anything...
Anything to stop her before I'd have to hurt her.
Anything... to save Heero.
I fell asleep one night studing too hard and Hilde put me into my bed. I had a horrible dream about the world
coming to an end because... All because I didn't feel like fighting. The world... it just stopped. It became
completely dead. All except for me. I woke up in a cold sweat... and I didn't open my eyes at first because I knew
that something bad was there. Ever get that feeling? When you know that there's something that you *really*
don't want to see...? So you close your eyes to make it go away? Well... that's exactly the feeling I got when I
woke up.
I sat up in bed, and I knew that it was mine because it felt right... and it smelled right. I always spray a little of lilac
perfume on my sheets and I smelled lilac... but something wasn't right. Not right at all... As I was sitting up, I
looked around the room, finally opening my eyes and praying that my instincts were wrong. I couldn't find
anything out of order... until I felt the drip. Something... very small... on the very top of my head.
I knew that I didn't want to see what was there... so I just put a finger to the place that I felt the drip... and when I
brought my finger to my line of sight... that confirmed my suspicions. I did *not* want to look up. There was a
reddish tint to my fingertip. Blood.
I didn't want to look up... but you know when you go by a car accident and you don't want to look but you
can't help but stare? Well, I looked up and immediatly wished I hadn't.
OK... If I didn't see it, it didn't happen and he wasn't there.
"HILDE! MILLIARDO!" I screamed, sitting in my bed feeling the drip-drop of blood on my head. I... I think I was
too shocked to move. I clutched my sheets to my chest, trying to find a little comfort.
"What? What is it?" Hilde barged into my room, running straight over to me. Milliardo was right after her and
Noin too.
I merely pointed up.
Noin's face paled and she stared, not taking her eyes off of him.
MIlliardo... he hugged Noin and carried her to a chair across the room.
Hilde... she fainted dead away.
"What's going on?" Lady Une walked into the room, looking around. "I heard you scream, Miss Relena, and...
Oh... My God."
"I told you... her target is you, Miss Relena." Dorothy said standing at the doorway. "And she knows exactly how
to get to you as well. It's too bad that she had to use Mr. Maxwell to get her point across."
AN- Well... that was one freaky chapter. And I thought that I was gonna kill *Heero* off. Ah well... that's the
way the muse goes, I guess. I'll leave *how* Duo died up to your imaginations... as well as *why*. This piece...
it's getting really eeiry. I don't know how to spell but yeah... it's kinda freaky. This is turning out to be more
violent than I thought... Ahh well, I'll write more when I get the inspiration! Till then!