Chapter Three- Disruptions
Relena Peacecraft walked slowly down a flight of steps, carefully measuring each stride taken with precision. This was the biggest day of her life; this was the day when she threw her job away, her life away. She had to look good for it to pass; she had to act like nothing was wrong. When she reached the landing, she looked around. No one was there to stop her. She made a mad sprint to the door, and threw it open with practiced ease. Just as she crossed the thresh hold, a hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back into the mansion. She whirled around to face the culprit, and was face to face with her brother. "Milliardo." she cried, wrenching free of his grasp. "What do you think you are doing, Relena? Civilian clothes."He paused and snatched her purse away, examining the contents. "And a bag full of money? What the hell do you think you are doing?" He coldly glared down at her, his eyes unyielding and foreboding. Relena took a deep breath, but it seemed to catch in her throat as she squeaked, "I was.I was going for a walk. Nothing to be alarmed about." Milliardo gave a short bark of laughter and blocked the door, leaving nowhere to escape to. "Well, little sister, not today. You need to run an empire, not take a stroll." Relena felt anger boiling in her, red hot hate. Who was he to stop her? She deserved a life of her own.Even if they would just find her and take her back a week later, a week of freedom would be worth it. With these thoughts the anger busted like a balloon, and she held her hands to her temples, concentrating on Milliardo and his infuriating words, and she felt a power running through her mind, sweeping all around her. As soon as it began it ended, and she felt an empty hole where the anger had been. She lowered her hands and opened her eyes, and gave a shout of fright on seeing Milliardo's inanimate form lying on the ground, unconscious.
Heero Yuy was tapping away at his laptop, trying to ignore a splitting headache. Such minor things should have not interfered with his actions, but they did. He was moving slower and clumsier, and his eyes were less focused. It was getting annoying. "Hn." He grunted expressively, once more backspacing to delete another error. Without warning his computer froze, and seconds later the screen went blank. A soft fizzle sounded, and then the blank screen exploded. Heero just stared at it and snorted, this had been happening a lot lately. He picked up the burning piece of hardware and threw it into a corner and without a second glance, pulled another from spandex space and continued typing. It blew up too, and left Heero wondering what the hell was going on.
Relena Peacecraft walked slowly down a flight of steps, carefully measuring each stride taken with precision. This was the biggest day of her life; this was the day when she threw her job away, her life away. She had to look good for it to pass; she had to act like nothing was wrong. When she reached the landing, she looked around. No one was there to stop her. She made a mad sprint to the door, and threw it open with practiced ease. Just as she crossed the thresh hold, a hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back into the mansion. She whirled around to face the culprit, and was face to face with her brother. "Milliardo." she cried, wrenching free of his grasp. "What do you think you are doing, Relena? Civilian clothes."He paused and snatched her purse away, examining the contents. "And a bag full of money? What the hell do you think you are doing?" He coldly glared down at her, his eyes unyielding and foreboding. Relena took a deep breath, but it seemed to catch in her throat as she squeaked, "I was.I was going for a walk. Nothing to be alarmed about." Milliardo gave a short bark of laughter and blocked the door, leaving nowhere to escape to. "Well, little sister, not today. You need to run an empire, not take a stroll." Relena felt anger boiling in her, red hot hate. Who was he to stop her? She deserved a life of her own.Even if they would just find her and take her back a week later, a week of freedom would be worth it. With these thoughts the anger busted like a balloon, and she held her hands to her temples, concentrating on Milliardo and his infuriating words, and she felt a power running through her mind, sweeping all around her. As soon as it began it ended, and she felt an empty hole where the anger had been. She lowered her hands and opened her eyes, and gave a shout of fright on seeing Milliardo's inanimate form lying on the ground, unconscious.
Heero Yuy was tapping away at his laptop, trying to ignore a splitting headache. Such minor things should have not interfered with his actions, but they did. He was moving slower and clumsier, and his eyes were less focused. It was getting annoying. "Hn." He grunted expressively, once more backspacing to delete another error. Without warning his computer froze, and seconds later the screen went blank. A soft fizzle sounded, and then the blank screen exploded. Heero just stared at it and snorted, this had been happening a lot lately. He picked up the burning piece of hardware and threw it into a corner and without a second glance, pulled another from spandex space and continued typing. It blew up too, and left Heero wondering what the hell was going on.
