Demon Sign
Part 5
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Silently Raksha moved from object to object, making sure to stay hidden. She held her back flat against the wall of the trailer as she moved closer to the door. Very slowly she turned the knob and opened it so as not to make it squeek. It was pitch black inside and she held out her hands to feel her way through the rooms. Something made her stop. She strained to hear something that might have been...
Unexpectidly she felt the cold metal of a knife pressed against her throat and the hardness of a warm, male body behind her. She felt a sharp sting and a few drops of hot blood dripped from the small cut.
"I think you already know what I want." The voice was menacing but somehow emotionless.
She had never been held at knife point. At least not that she could remember. But the cold metal seemed to freeze her entire body. Flashes of remembered pain and fear flashed through her mind. But it was gone as suddenly as it had come. She knew instinctively that she wasn't in any danger.
"I came to talk to you, Trowa."
"So talk." He said.
"I feel that I might be better able to explain myself if the lights were on and you weren't holding a knife to my throat." She said sarcasticly. She knew this wasn't the time but she couldn't seem to help herself.
He leaned over and switched on the lights. Before she could get accustomed to the light he managed to pull out a gun, point it at her and move a distance away. She had expected that. Raksha sat down on the sofa and motioned to the chair across from her. He raised his eyebrows but complied, making sure to keep his gun trained on her.
Raksha reached over to the table and took a tissue from the box provided. She dabbed gingerly at the cut and sucked in a breath through her teeth at the sting.
"Well?" Trowa said.
She gave him a disgusted look and finished cleaning her cut. She crumpled the bloody tissue in her hand.
"Myself and the others need your help. I'm a Gundam pilot as well. You can ask 001 and 002 if you don't believe me. We came up with a plan to unite all the pilots and train together. Teach eachother what we know."
She paused to look at him. He wasn't showing any reaction.
"We won't force you to help us but we could really use you. If all of us combine out strengths I have no doubt that we can destroy OZ completely. Make sure that there is no one to resurect it. I have a place that has a variety of equipment and is very suitable for our needs."
She paused again. His face was completely blank. She had no idea how he managed it.
"I know that this is a very important choice. I would like to give you as much time as you need but I'm afraid that time it the one thing we're short on. I'm going to need an answer now. The others are waiting for me outside. We have a lead on pilot 003 and we are going to find him next whether or not you join us."
Trowa was silent. The gun was still trained on her but it was more of in warning than in to keep her prizoner. She knew he was weighing all the factors to come out with a rational, logical, and benificial decition. She leaned back against the sofa's back and closed her eyes.
"Alright. I'll join you." He said.
Raksha's eyes snapped open and she looked at him.
"Are you sure. If you're with us you're with us to the end."
Trowa nodded. "I understand the rules. I'll help you."
Raksha stood up, moved to the wall and flicked the lights off and on. Two seconds later Heero and Duo walked through the door.
"Trowa has disided to help us."
Heero nodded at Trowa in acceptance. Duo shook his hand and patted him on the back. He took both calmly.
Trowa started packing and writing a note to Catherine explaining that he was needed. Raksha could tell that he thought of her like a sister.
"Hey Raksha, what's in your hand?" Duo asked.
Raksha opened her hand and she realized that she was still holding the bloody tissue. Heero grabbed it from her hand when she tried to hide it. At a glance he knew what it was.
"Blood." He said.
Heero tilted her head back and she let him; knowing that she wasn't strong enough to stop him. Heero made a low sound in his throat when he saw the cut. Duo's eyes narrowed and he started walking into the bedroom after Trowa. Raksha tried to stop him but he was too determined. Heero followed him as well.
Raksha watched from the hallway. Duo spun Trowa around and landed a punch on the side of his face. He didn't fight back or try to defend himself. Duo breathed heavily as he glared at Trowa.
"You know why I did that." He walked out of the room and Raksha followed him.
Heero walked up to Trowa and looked him in the eye.
"You're lucky Duo hit you. If he hadn't, you wouldn't be alive right now. If you touch her again I will enjoy killing you slowly and painfully."
Trowa accknowledged the threat with a nod. He knew that Heero was deadly serious.
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Raksha followed Duo outside and grabbed his arm.
"Duo. It wasn't you're fault. If it's anyone's fault it's mine. I let him get close enough to me to use the knife. I should have been more on gaurd. It's barely even a scratch. It doesn't even hurt."
Duo turned to look at her. There was pain etched across his face and he obviously didn't believe her.
"Alright. So it does sting. If it's your fault that someone else hurt me then it's my fault that I wasn't there to stop the soldiers that murdered my foster family when they were looking for me."
Duo opened his mouth to defend her and then closed it in defeat.
"Neither of us was to blame. I wasn't there to stop them and even if I was I was too young to do anything. You weren't there. You didn't know what was happening. All of us would have done exactly the same in his place. He could have killed me and he would have been in the right. I wouldn't have blamed him. He was protecting himself and all of the other pilots as well. Alright?"
"Yeah, alright. It wasn't my fault and it wasn't your fault either. I understand but I won't forgive him yet."
Raksha smiled. "I can accept that. Just don't be overly obvious about it. We all need to work together. I wouldn't hold it against you if he woke up with pink hair or if he put baking soda in his coffee when he thought it was sugar."
"I've got a few ideas I havn't used yet." He winked mischeviously. And Raksha laughed with him.
Part 5
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Silently Raksha moved from object to object, making sure to stay hidden. She held her back flat against the wall of the trailer as she moved closer to the door. Very slowly she turned the knob and opened it so as not to make it squeek. It was pitch black inside and she held out her hands to feel her way through the rooms. Something made her stop. She strained to hear something that might have been...
Unexpectidly she felt the cold metal of a knife pressed against her throat and the hardness of a warm, male body behind her. She felt a sharp sting and a few drops of hot blood dripped from the small cut.
"I think you already know what I want." The voice was menacing but somehow emotionless.
She had never been held at knife point. At least not that she could remember. But the cold metal seemed to freeze her entire body. Flashes of remembered pain and fear flashed through her mind. But it was gone as suddenly as it had come. She knew instinctively that she wasn't in any danger.
"I came to talk to you, Trowa."
"So talk." He said.
"I feel that I might be better able to explain myself if the lights were on and you weren't holding a knife to my throat." She said sarcasticly. She knew this wasn't the time but she couldn't seem to help herself.
He leaned over and switched on the lights. Before she could get accustomed to the light he managed to pull out a gun, point it at her and move a distance away. She had expected that. Raksha sat down on the sofa and motioned to the chair across from her. He raised his eyebrows but complied, making sure to keep his gun trained on her.
Raksha reached over to the table and took a tissue from the box provided. She dabbed gingerly at the cut and sucked in a breath through her teeth at the sting.
"Well?" Trowa said.
She gave him a disgusted look and finished cleaning her cut. She crumpled the bloody tissue in her hand.
"Myself and the others need your help. I'm a Gundam pilot as well. You can ask 001 and 002 if you don't believe me. We came up with a plan to unite all the pilots and train together. Teach eachother what we know."
She paused to look at him. He wasn't showing any reaction.
"We won't force you to help us but we could really use you. If all of us combine out strengths I have no doubt that we can destroy OZ completely. Make sure that there is no one to resurect it. I have a place that has a variety of equipment and is very suitable for our needs."
She paused again. His face was completely blank. She had no idea how he managed it.
"I know that this is a very important choice. I would like to give you as much time as you need but I'm afraid that time it the one thing we're short on. I'm going to need an answer now. The others are waiting for me outside. We have a lead on pilot 003 and we are going to find him next whether or not you join us."
Trowa was silent. The gun was still trained on her but it was more of in warning than in to keep her prizoner. She knew he was weighing all the factors to come out with a rational, logical, and benificial decition. She leaned back against the sofa's back and closed her eyes.
"Alright. I'll join you." He said.
Raksha's eyes snapped open and she looked at him.
"Are you sure. If you're with us you're with us to the end."
Trowa nodded. "I understand the rules. I'll help you."
Raksha stood up, moved to the wall and flicked the lights off and on. Two seconds later Heero and Duo walked through the door.
"Trowa has disided to help us."
Heero nodded at Trowa in acceptance. Duo shook his hand and patted him on the back. He took both calmly.
Trowa started packing and writing a note to Catherine explaining that he was needed. Raksha could tell that he thought of her like a sister.
"Hey Raksha, what's in your hand?" Duo asked.
Raksha opened her hand and she realized that she was still holding the bloody tissue. Heero grabbed it from her hand when she tried to hide it. At a glance he knew what it was.
"Blood." He said.
Heero tilted her head back and she let him; knowing that she wasn't strong enough to stop him. Heero made a low sound in his throat when he saw the cut. Duo's eyes narrowed and he started walking into the bedroom after Trowa. Raksha tried to stop him but he was too determined. Heero followed him as well.
Raksha watched from the hallway. Duo spun Trowa around and landed a punch on the side of his face. He didn't fight back or try to defend himself. Duo breathed heavily as he glared at Trowa.
"You know why I did that." He walked out of the room and Raksha followed him.
Heero walked up to Trowa and looked him in the eye.
"You're lucky Duo hit you. If he hadn't, you wouldn't be alive right now. If you touch her again I will enjoy killing you slowly and painfully."
Trowa accknowledged the threat with a nod. He knew that Heero was deadly serious.
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Raksha followed Duo outside and grabbed his arm.
"Duo. It wasn't you're fault. If it's anyone's fault it's mine. I let him get close enough to me to use the knife. I should have been more on gaurd. It's barely even a scratch. It doesn't even hurt."
Duo turned to look at her. There was pain etched across his face and he obviously didn't believe her.
"Alright. So it does sting. If it's your fault that someone else hurt me then it's my fault that I wasn't there to stop the soldiers that murdered my foster family when they were looking for me."
Duo opened his mouth to defend her and then closed it in defeat.
"Neither of us was to blame. I wasn't there to stop them and even if I was I was too young to do anything. You weren't there. You didn't know what was happening. All of us would have done exactly the same in his place. He could have killed me and he would have been in the right. I wouldn't have blamed him. He was protecting himself and all of the other pilots as well. Alright?"
"Yeah, alright. It wasn't my fault and it wasn't your fault either. I understand but I won't forgive him yet."
Raksha smiled. "I can accept that. Just don't be overly obvious about it. We all need to work together. I wouldn't hold it against you if he woke up with pink hair or if he put baking soda in his coffee when he thought it was sugar."
"I've got a few ideas I havn't used yet." He winked mischeviously. And Raksha laughed with him.