Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own them.
It's a 3xD, with hints of a 4xD and
a 3xMidii (whom I don't particularly
care for to let you know...)
The Unexpected by Chiriru ^_^
Chapter 4:
Despite everything I *did* know about Mr. Barton,
there is a whole lot that I didn't. I knew he had
a sister, that he was Quatre's best friend, and that
worked at a circus. That he was the pilot of Heavyarms,
pilot 03.
But, that is hardly enough information for someone like me.
I found that he was usually very quiet, probably easy for
him, but definately frustarating for me. He was pretty
reserved about his own feelings, though I had been told
that he had 'loosen up' quite a bit.
Lucky me. However, my biggest surprize about Trowa Barton
came when I was still in my stupid cast from the shooting,
and was a little more than I could have bared at that time...
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The head strong ruler of Romafeller was hobbling along on her
crutches that morning. Life was looking up.
Her leg was almost healed, the cast only had to be one for three
more weeks...true, this felt like tourture, but it was sooner
that even Sally had expected.
And Trowa was beginning to let her work a bit more as well.
Not that she ENJOYED going through all the stuff in her meetings
but, some free will and the ablity of not feeling useless was
great, at least to her.
Dorothy Catalonia looked down at her heavy cast, now colored
with signitures from her friends. Probably the most expensive
cast ever.
Heck, it had all of the Gundam Pilots, heads of the Preventers,
and the former Queen of the World all on ONE plaster mold! Besides
that, all her closest friends had come to see her and sign it
personally over her so called 'break' that Sally and Trowa had
forced her into...so it wasn't to bad.
She quickly made her way down the stairs, her experince growing
with her cruthes all the time. She had already organized her
day as well. At ten, she was going to her office to catch up
on the pile that continued to grow, come back for lunch, then
maybe convince her "bodyguard" to go with her somewhere. Call
Rele this afternoon, and maybe make plans to see everyone? Sounded
good.
In truth, she had realized how much she had missed everyone -
including Hilde and Quatre - until the stopped by. Sure, it
ached a little seeing them together, and it was obvious that
Duo still felt pained by his own loss, but they were moving on.
She was moving on. She didn't feel so...despreate for him to come
back. He was happier now, though he still seemed to have a
guilty conscience...and Dorothy could live with that. If Quatre
could be happy, she could move on. He didn't need her to continue
to pine after him, and she definately didn't.
There were to many *other* good things in life to stop because
she had broken up with Mr. Winner.
Take her bodyguard, for example.
Dorothy, unknowingly, grinned at the thought of Trowa. 'Why?'
she thought. Certainly, he didn't feel that way...and she had
learned that it didn't pay to get your hopes up.
She sat and thought as her bagle was toasting. What was it about
Trowa Barton that was changing her so much?
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Unknown to his ward, Trowa himself could name everything that
Dorothy had meant to him.
He continued to silently hate Quatre for what he did...he couldn't
help it, afterall, who took someone's heart just to change their
mind and marry someone else.
He knew it wasn't heartless, but some how his hatred for Dorothy
had made a 180 and turned in to something closer to love. True
love? He couldn't say... he really didn't know about it much,
but he knew that Dorothy was to important to Romafeller, to
the world...to him to let her die or fade away.
Looking at her becoming more self-sufficient... he was both proud
at her determination (like always) but sad that things were going
back to normal...
Where they couldn't talk openly....
Where they often ignored each others presents....
Where she over worked herself, and he watched....
But worst of all, where Quatre was her main concern...
He wanted to tell her, but he knew she wasn't ready to hear it. Surely,
she could figure it out? Had she noticed the protective tendances he had
shown?
Protective Tendancies...what a starnge way to put 'caring about someone'
Trowa laughed at himself. Once Dorothy would of laughted as well.
Well, when she had been with Quatre at least. How long would it take?
How long till Quatre was over in her heart?
How long until he could make her laugh?
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"Trowa! Trowa! Come on! This isn't funny! I HAVE to get this stuff,
and of couse you tell Piere to take the day off. Come on you big lug,
answer me! Your gonna have to drive me now, you know that don't you?"
Dorothy yelled at Trowa's locked bedroom door, banging with her fists.
She hated to be dependant, but more importantly when she was depentant
on Trowa. He found it amusing..'.or is it bemusing?' she pondered.
"Dorothy?" his calm voice asked.
She whirled around. "THERE you are! Come on, we got to go!"
He raised his eyebrow...on the covered eye.
Suddenly, she realized that she was WAY to close to him... this was
to confusing...she liked him, but she still missed Quatre...but
she was still WAY to close...
Looking down, Dorothy almost pressed against him looking up, her
eyes flashing way to many thoughs for him to read. Her crutches
fell to the floor, his arm now supporting her, as the stood silently
in the hallway - almost nose to nose.
Her thoughts flashed...'He's leaning closer' her mind both squealing
in delight and moaning in protest...seeming to know what she wanted
yet knowing what a mess it would make.
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He was close, so close. I think that is when I knew that I was truly
falling for him... I suppose I should advise someone - if they ever
end up in a similar situtation as I was.
Don't become a world figure, and don't date millionaires that have a history
with either Gundams or sword fights with you.
Let rich millionairs name eith Quatre or Winner go when they dump you.
Then hot, cute, and sexy Preventers won't come to your home and move in as
you "bodyguard" who will hide any pointy objects for as long as three
months (which can make your chefs very unhappy)
Don't fall for said bodyguard.
And if you don't take this to heart, follow at least the last one,
If you get in an almost kiss with said body guard - KISS HIM! And forget
the person ringing your doorbell, they aren't important anyways.
Unfourtunately, I didn't *know* this.....
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Looking up into his green, green eyes, Dorothy felt herself leaning up
as well...until the doorbell rang.
As if she was snapped away, she bent down slightly to get her crutches,
blushing as she made her way down the steps - bodyguard in hot pursuit.
Calming herself before opening the door, she quickly and pleasently
opened to the person on the other side.
Who she met was a girl, probably five inshes shorter than herself with
light, light blonde hair and grey eyes. Her body was definately more
curvy and she wore a smile that could melt just about anyone.
If she hadn't been in a good mood this morning, and if that the escapade
with Troaw hadn't happened, she would have been some what jealous of this
girls good looks, and suspicious of what this girl was doing at her
doorstep.
But she wasn't.
"Hello" the girl said, politely, "I'm looking for Trowa Barton. Does
he work here?"
"Why?" Dorothy asked, her instincts kicking in.
"I'm an old friend of his." she grinned.
Looking over her shoulder to the Gundam pilot just out of the other girls
range, she questioned him with her eyes....getting one of those sinking feelings..
He just shugged, went over, and fully opened the door.
"Mi...Midiii?!?" He asked, eyes popping out.
"Nanashi!! I mean, TROWA!!!" she said flinging herself at the taller man,
kissing his face.
Dorothy looked about like someo one had slugged her. And she couldn't even
descently fight off that stupid girl...and Trowa! Carrying for the past
couple weeks, all but sweeping her off her feet! And..just up in the hallway!
Tears welled up, but she blinked them back. She would NOT be weak.
"Well, Trowa, just tell me when your ready to go." and with a glare to the
pair, she huffed off.
"Dorofeee" he voice muffled as Midii tried to kiss his mouth when he opened it.
Shoving the blonde off of him, he gave her his best death glare.
"Why?" his icy voice asked. "I'm sure you would have found me if you wanted
earlier. You didn't. Why are you here?" He asked, beginning to shake the
girl. "Who sent you!?!" he nearly roared, shaking the spy hard.
As if on que, she left out a sob, but this was real. The brusies on her arms
where a tribute to her yelp of pain.
"The Alliance...they figure since she was a turncoat, we should get rid of her.
Nanas...Trowa, you didn't love me?"
"I did. A long time ago. I even loked for you after the war. But oviously,
you didn't care. Leave me alone, and if you or your associates hurt her
AGAIN, I'll kill all of them, including you. Get out, Midii. I don't
want to see you."
"You...You B****rd! How could you love a B**ch like that?
Come on, Trowa, I mean it, come with me. I know it's just your job..for now.
You don't have to pretend you love that wench," she said, pressing up against
him yet again. "No pretending when your with me Nanashi." she said tenderly.
"You don't understand." he voice tinged with steel. "When I said I don't
want to see you again, that is for the rest of my natural life. And if you
don't leave here immidately, I'll have you arreasted for assult and battery
of an officer." he pushed her to the floor, not stopping or caring, merely
adjusting his glare to her new position. "And if *that* isn't enough,
I'll have your entire groupimpressioned for attempted murder and espionage,
which I *know* your guiltyof, Miss Une. Now leave, and never let me find you"
his eyes seemed to gleam, the treats evident, and 100% true.
Midii, glupped, her body gulped, her body scampered off the wooden floor as she
left the Catalonia residence....though she was already plotting a revenge.
Dorothy Catalonia had another thing comming if she thought Trowa was hers.
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Hack. Slash. Rip.
Even with a broken leg, Dorothy was a highly skilled fencer. She ripped
a couple more carboard stand up's in half. So far she had made it through
two Duo Maxwell's, five WuFei Changs, and 10 blanks with the name
"Midii" inscribbed on them.
"I'm ready now, Dorothy." Trowa said from the balcony over head, no
trace of Midii on him.
"Fine then, Mr. Barton. And please call me Miss Catalonia." her voice
said, reeking of venom and her eyes colder than ice.
'God damn you Midii.' Trowa thought, as Dorothy breezed past, her whole
body seemingly to ooze hatred. 'I've lost her again.'
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Read and review, Love ya Lots,
Chiriru ^_^
