Look, another. I'm on a roll. Read and review! I don't own them. I am so sick of writing these. It's bringin' me down.
The tall female materialized out of the shadows.
"It...it was you...I felt. Wasn't it?" As she came closer the pain in his chest began to magnify and he pushed it down. He stared at the floor, his eyes brimming with tears, not of hurt but of sorrow.
"How have you been? It's been years."
"Kalila...what happened to you?" The Arabian looked up at her. "What have you become?" Her eyes glinted with an angry sheen.
"Me? I have become an authority figure. The question is, what have you become?" Kalila put a hand on his shoulder. "A worthless little Gundam pilot. Look at where that got you. Absolutely no where. I'd say I got the better end of that deal, wouldn't you?"
"How could you do this? Kalila, how?"
"I'm sorry brother but I am afraid I need to ask you some questions. Where are the rest of your friends, little Quatre?"
"I can never tell." He hung his head, ashamed for his elder and confused sister. "This is wrong and I think you know it. Please stop this, you don't want to hurt anyone!" He leaned forward trying to make her understand.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're wrong!" She covered her ears and began to scream, trying to drown him out.
"You know I'm right! Please listen!" Struggling against his bonds he yelled louder, pleading with her to make her realize her mistake.
"Muro! Get in here!" The big man ran in and began to beat Quatre. The young Arabian kept yelling until he was unconscious. She stared at him for a minute or two. "You can leave now, thank you." As soon as Muro left, Kalila began kicking the bloody body of her younger brother until all her anger had drained out of her. After that she left, leaving Quatre slumped over in the chair, and went to get some sleep.
"Quatre," a voice whispered in the blonde's ear. "Quatre, wake up." Heero shook the Arabian's shoulder gently.
"Hee...Hee...ro?" Opening his eyes he raised his head weakly.
"The others are already at the truck. We have to go." Cutting the ropes he helped Quatre to his feet and caught him before he fell.
"Where do you think you two are going?" It was Kalila, holding a gun and aiming it at the two youths. Heero let go of Quatre, letting him lean against the chair and reached for his detonator, jogging forward. "No, I don't think so." A shot rang out.
"Come on, come on!" Howard whispered urgently. "They only have about four more minutes and then I have no choice but to push the button and we gotta get these two some medical attention. Sally will have to do." Sighing, he surveyed the scene around him. Trowa was tying his green turtleneck as a
"Heero!" Quatre cried weakly as the Japanese youth's steps faltered and red fluid streaked down his side. Slipping in his own blood, Heero knocked into Kalila forcing her onto the floor and striking her head against it. Regaining his composure the wounded pilot lifted the unapproachable female and made his way slowly towards the door with Quatre limped behind, panting.
"Hold off for a minute Howard." Emerald eyes flashed and Trowa ran inside the building following the trail of dead that littered the halls marking that Heero had been there.
"Where is he going?" Relena asked, worrying that Howard would detonate the building while the three were still in there. "You're going to wait for them to come out, right?" Se stared wistfully at the door.
"Yeah, sure. I'll wait for a few minutes more. We can't spare much more then that." Ocean blue eyes filled with crystal tears.
"Come back to me, Heero..."
Blood slicked his sneakers and Heero slid, rather then walked, through the long corridors and empty pathways. If anyone had been there they would be gone now, not even having attempted to locate and disarm the bombs that the youth had placed so deftly throughout the complex. He allowed himself a weak chuckle. It would all be over soon. Hearing a dull thud he whipped around, drops of blood spattered on the wall. Quatre's legs had given out.
"Go...on Heero." Panting, the blond raised his head. "Please, get Kalila...out...of here..." He fell unconscious with those last words. Cold Prussian eyes filled and softened with a realization. Love. After all that she had done, torturing innocents and a brother she never really knew except based upon status reports, Quatre still loved her. Loved her enough that he didn't care what happened to him. Heero would have dropped her then and there if it hadn't been for Quatre's weak voice and pleading eyes, but the young Arabian wouldn't have needed to say a thing because Heero would have been able to read his thoughts through those clear aquamarine eyes of his.
"Relena..." He sagged a little under the dead weight of Kalila's body and staggered against the wall. "I can't come back to you...I'm...sorry..." He slid against the wall and down to the floor, the susurration of blood beating heavily in his head.
Was it good? -_-;