~*~ Inside a Shuttle Headed to Colony L17 ~*~
~*~ 4:49 PM ~*~
The trio was coming to the end their long flight out to the colonies. Évangalie was trying to sleep, and Kiro actually was. Calé, however, was lost in a book.
"Hey, Éva!" Calé woke his sister, who had finally dosed off.
"What, Calé?" Évangalie said to him, not too pleased to be awakened.
"Did you know that by you age, Father had already overcome the hard ships of losing his parents, become a military hero, and almost took over the world," Calé told his older sister.
"I ask you, dear brother, what stopped him?" Éva said, uninterested. Calé gazed at book, confused.
"Well, dear sister, the book says that he died." Calé tried to explain. That woke Évangalie up. She sat up straight and her soft green eyes flew open.
"Papa? But Papa isn't dead!" Évangalie cried in protest.
"I know that, Évangalie. But this book says that after a fight with Uncle Heero, Father vanished and was presumed dead," Calé read from the book.
At that time, there was an announcement of their arrival at Colony L13's spaceport station. The kids exited their shuttle and looked about the busy space port. Calé and Kiro had never been to the colonies, and last time Éva went, she was only two. While Kiro stayed behind, Calé took in the grimy gritty surroundings, and analyses their new temporary residence. Then the blonde prince saw her. At the base of the shuttle's detachable staircase stood a woman. She had shimmering blonde hair that was pulled into a neat European bun. Her dazzling brown eyes were partially obstructed by her honey colored bangs. The lady wore a white blouse, brown miniskirt, and tall brown boots, and she wore it well. She had a body that would flatter any and every outfit she put on, and even Évangalie was jealous. The girl held a sign that read two words: Cinq Kingdom.
Calé, still followed by the shyly silent Kiro approached the mysterious girl. She curtsied to them, her full pink lips parted into a friendly smile.
"Are you the diplomats from the Cinq Kingdom?" She asked.
"Two of three. I'm Calé Peacecraft, and this is my cousin, Kiro Yuy-Peacecraft," Calé introduced himself and Kiro, "And over there, is my sister, Évangalie Peacecraft."
"It is a great pleasure meeting you. I am Fionlucia Rose Von Garge. But please, call me Fiona," The girl said with a pleasing European accent.
"Are you the rep the colony sent to -," Calé got interrupted.
"No, no, no! I am, too, a diplomat. My parents sent me to stop these foolish threats. My parents side with your father and his policy of total pacifism," Fiona said. Calé sighed in relief. Now that he knew that she was not the enemy, he could relax. And now that he'd relaxed he found her quite beautiful and could not take his eyes off her.
Kiro still looked nervous. He hadn't said a word since they got off the shuttle. To him, everything was going too fast. Only ten minutes ago, he was sleeping in a shuttle, flying through outer space. Now, he was in a limo on his way to a hotel. To his right sat Éva, he watched her for a moment, leafing through a tour guide of the colony, before turning his attention to the person sitting to face him. Calé sat next to the other diplomat, Miss Fionlucia Von Garge. Kiro, for some reason, could always pick up on Calé's emotions. Some friends of the family often joked that God was making up for Zechs and Relena's distance by making Kiro and Calé so close. The Yuy boy watched his younger cousin as Calé absently gazed at Fiona. Kiro could tell, Calé didn't know it yet, but the baby of the family was in love.
~*~ 4:49 PM ~*~
The trio was coming to the end their long flight out to the colonies. Évangalie was trying to sleep, and Kiro actually was. Calé, however, was lost in a book.
"Hey, Éva!" Calé woke his sister, who had finally dosed off.
"What, Calé?" Évangalie said to him, not too pleased to be awakened.
"Did you know that by you age, Father had already overcome the hard ships of losing his parents, become a military hero, and almost took over the world," Calé told his older sister.
"I ask you, dear brother, what stopped him?" Éva said, uninterested. Calé gazed at book, confused.
"Well, dear sister, the book says that he died." Calé tried to explain. That woke Évangalie up. She sat up straight and her soft green eyes flew open.
"Papa? But Papa isn't dead!" Évangalie cried in protest.
"I know that, Évangalie. But this book says that after a fight with Uncle Heero, Father vanished and was presumed dead," Calé read from the book.
At that time, there was an announcement of their arrival at Colony L13's spaceport station. The kids exited their shuttle and looked about the busy space port. Calé and Kiro had never been to the colonies, and last time Éva went, she was only two. While Kiro stayed behind, Calé took in the grimy gritty surroundings, and analyses their new temporary residence. Then the blonde prince saw her. At the base of the shuttle's detachable staircase stood a woman. She had shimmering blonde hair that was pulled into a neat European bun. Her dazzling brown eyes were partially obstructed by her honey colored bangs. The lady wore a white blouse, brown miniskirt, and tall brown boots, and she wore it well. She had a body that would flatter any and every outfit she put on, and even Évangalie was jealous. The girl held a sign that read two words: Cinq Kingdom.
Calé, still followed by the shyly silent Kiro approached the mysterious girl. She curtsied to them, her full pink lips parted into a friendly smile.
"Are you the diplomats from the Cinq Kingdom?" She asked.
"Two of three. I'm Calé Peacecraft, and this is my cousin, Kiro Yuy-Peacecraft," Calé introduced himself and Kiro, "And over there, is my sister, Évangalie Peacecraft."
"It is a great pleasure meeting you. I am Fionlucia Rose Von Garge. But please, call me Fiona," The girl said with a pleasing European accent.
"Are you the rep the colony sent to -," Calé got interrupted.
"No, no, no! I am, too, a diplomat. My parents sent me to stop these foolish threats. My parents side with your father and his policy of total pacifism," Fiona said. Calé sighed in relief. Now that he knew that she was not the enemy, he could relax. And now that he'd relaxed he found her quite beautiful and could not take his eyes off her.
Kiro still looked nervous. He hadn't said a word since they got off the shuttle. To him, everything was going too fast. Only ten minutes ago, he was sleeping in a shuttle, flying through outer space. Now, he was in a limo on his way to a hotel. To his right sat Éva, he watched her for a moment, leafing through a tour guide of the colony, before turning his attention to the person sitting to face him. Calé sat next to the other diplomat, Miss Fionlucia Von Garge. Kiro, for some reason, could always pick up on Calé's emotions. Some friends of the family often joked that God was making up for Zechs and Relena's distance by making Kiro and Calé so close. The Yuy boy watched his younger cousin as Calé absently gazed at Fiona. Kiro could tell, Calé didn't know it yet, but the baby of the family was in love.
