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 5:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dorothy crossed and uncrossed her legs. Thankfully, she
had gotten that damned cast of two weeks ago, and she
could do her job as planned.
Which, unfourtunately, meant that she had to suffer through
this long, laborious speech that Sen. Mikles was making.
Containing her sigh, she glanced at her watch.
Was time accutally slowing down?
Arg....
She wanted to go HOME. Inspite of previous protests,
that Escaflowne show was starting to grow on her, and she
earned the right to go home early.
Well...she really DIDN'T but since she made the rules
at Romafeller, it really didn't matter.
"Yes, Senetor, it sounds fine. Propose it to The Vice Forein
Minister at the next council meeting - that's thursday."
The fourty-something man smiled an left.
Trowa stood in the shadow's of the office.
Dorothy continued to ignore him. If he wanted to carry on with
that harlot, that was fine by her. She had other, more important
things to - especially than get involved with her bodyguard.
Heck if she wanted a boyfriend, she could just see Mr. Lee at the
end of the hall. Jim was a nice guy - respectable, sweet, on-her-side,
not-with-Midii-Une, caring, nice, not-her-bodyguard, handsome
Trowa's-opposite, wonderful guy.
Straightening her papers all professionally like, she hurried out
of her office. She had a TV show she was gonna miss.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
James Lee, called Jim by his friends, watched the slender young
blonde hurry out of the building, Mr. Trowa Barton tailing her all the way.
Shutting his cracked open door as she left his sight, then going over to his
window to get a last glance, he asked his companion the remainer of his questions.
"So....the scandel will only come if the drug doesn't work. That is correct?"
"It isn't anything at all, just the organization's spin that the media happily
provides for us. Truly, we are just twisting the words of our dear Miss
Catalonia for our own profit, Jamie. Don't play dumb with me."
"And, what exactly do YOU get out of this, Miss Une?"
"That wonderful boadyguard of hers, loverboy. Do we have a deal?"
James turned to look at Midii, the girl perched on his desk. The only
reason for doing this was the fact that the reminates of the old
UESA where gaining a small shpere of influnce in Romafellar and
he couldn't take the chance of the information being leaked.
With a sigh he relented. It wasn't ALL bad, after all. He'd have
Dorothy for his own. He couldn't see a downside to that at all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Smile! You're on candid camera."
"Duo? What ARE you doing?" Sally asked. Each of the pilots had worked
at the Preventers at one time or another, and Mr. Maxwell - sanity
curtisy of a Miss Cathy Bloom, had joined back up.
"Oh, yah know, eating donuts, catching supposed masters of espionage,
annoying Wu Fei - the usual. But, incase you'd like to know, guess
who is on my WONDERFUL case today."
Sally picked a folder off his desk. "Midii Une?" she said reading the
case file.
"Cheater," the braided pilot said.
WuFei stormed in. Definately in a pissy mood, he slamned into his
chair and started banging the keys on his keyboard.
Duo and Sally shared a look before Lady Une strolled in - angry as
well - answering there question. Similataiously, they both uttered:
"Out of mocha?"
Lady Une's slammed door confirmed.
After a slight pause - Duo continued on his tale.
"Well, I found her. Conspiring with one member of Romafellar...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I understand. Yes. Okay. I've got the warrent already. Tell
Cathy hi. Uh-huh. Um-hm. By...Okay. Sure. Yeah. Good...
I understand. Alright then. Duo? Goodbye, okay. Goodbye Duo."
Trowa hung up the phone. Sometimes that danged pilot wouldn't
shut his yap.
Dorothy came down, glared at him, and desided to go for a swim,
fromt he looks of her apparel.
She still wasn't talking to him.
'But,' he thought, looking at the paper in his hands 'It's only
a matter of time until she does.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I stormed out on the patio. One good thing about being rich -
you have perks.
Lattes every morning.
Thousands of TV channels.
And huge swimming pools.
Anyways, like I said, I was storming. Hitomi kissed Allen! Arg, blind
girl! Van's for her, VAN!
Funny, it wasn't until I was half way between my pool and my house
that I realized how simliar Hitomi and I are...sort of.
Both in situations not by choice.
Both in love with a man that doens't return our affections.
Both....fooling our selves about romance?
By the time I reached the water, I tried to put people in rolls.
Quatre was once Allen...but did that make Trowa, Van? And with
Mr. James, did it change it completely.
What if Trowa was in love with that Mervina girl?
I mean, that horrid Middi girl.
Ack!
I prepared to jump striaght into my pool, not bothing that I had a
small black bikini on, when I felt the weight of a set of eyes on
me.
Trowa?!?
I was still rather angry, mostly at myself, but no need to let him
know that.
Luckily, I went to muse my hair, other I wouldn't of caught the wire.
I flipped the smaller form behind me over. A wire! Trying to kill
me by a wire from behind my back. Strangulation was never a choice for
of murder. Inhonorable for the victim and the murder.
I guess that is why grandfather taught me to fight with foils. An honorable
death was almost better than living in Romafeller at one time. He taught me alot:
Honor, family, power....
Scheming, coniving,
Revenge.
Nothing of any use in the world I now lived in.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Middi splashed into the pool, her long hair coming free in the water.
She pulled a dagger from a holder on her thigh. Almost jumping out of
the water, she lundge at Dorothy. The other blonde scooted back,
and looked around for a weapon.
And her wayward bodyguard.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trowa had finished changing. It was quiet, and although Heero
probably wouldn't of done it, he went a head.
Dorothy was going to talk, and she was going to have fun.
Even if she killed him for it.
He passed the radio, and happened to catch a phraze the anchor had
obviously practiced-
"Dorothy Catalonia has evidently given up pacifism today, when
the body of a 16 year old was found in her swimming pool.
When asked about it, she said she felt no remorse about the
killing, and would lead Romafeller down the path of "total war"
ibn the future.
In other news...."
Trowa's eyes widened.
No way.
No FRICKEN way.
He ran out to the pool as fast as he could.
There was no way Dorothy killed anyone!
~~~~~~~~~~~~
'Well, this is REALLY useful' Dorothy thought, blocking the
girl with a tree limb.
'I want a foil, now! This limb ain't cutting it!'
Middi charged again.
Trowa came tearing down the hill, gun, towel, and sunscreen
in hand.
Dorothy slipped on the wet brick work, and cut her back on a sharp
edge.
Middi leaned down, for the kill.
Dorothy hopped up, and kicked the younger girl in the chin.
Middi flew backwards, on to her but. Lucky for her,
her black out fit saved her.
Trowa narrowed his eyes, and let a shot ring
out from his gun.
"Get. Behind Me. Dorothy. NOW."
Dorothy crossed her arms.
"NOW!"
She rolled her eyes, but went behind him anyways.
"Middi Une, you are under arrest, effective immediately."
Middi's eyes widened. "But...B-But Trowa! I just...oh...
PLEASE!?! And you, Miss Hussy Catalonia. You can NEVER
stop what I've set in motion!"
"Any thing you say, can and WILL be used against you in
a court of law. I suggest you remain silent before
you incrimate yourself further." Trowa said calmly,
escourting back to the estate.
Dorothy followed behind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Mr. Save-the-Day took care of the little spy wench,
I cleaned up.
Nasty cut on my back, yuck.
I really didn't need his help, I told him.
I could of taken care of it.
But I was kind of glad he showed up though.
Dressing causully in khaki shorts and a loose lilac
blouse, I went down stairs.
Hm. He DID make a good guardian angel. Especially
shirtless....
Ah! Stop it Dorothy!
A bell, rather *my* doorbell interupted that though
process.
Answering, I saw Jim Lee with flowers on my doorstep.
"Dorothy, angel, I just want you to know, I don't
believe any of this at all. And I'll stand by you
though this."
Before I could say anything, Trowa answered.
"Yes, this is all well and good Mr. Lee, but
Miss Catalonia really needs to rest so....godd bye
Mr. Lee." he said almost slamming the door.
"What does he want to stand by for?" I asked
"Dorothy.....we need to talk...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Ooooo! ^_^
Stay tuned (and sorry bout the long wait, hoped you liked this!)
Chiriru
chirriu@email.com
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 5:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dorothy crossed and uncrossed her legs. Thankfully, she
had gotten that damned cast of two weeks ago, and she
could do her job as planned.
Which, unfourtunately, meant that she had to suffer through
this long, laborious speech that Sen. Mikles was making.
Containing her sigh, she glanced at her watch.
Was time accutally slowing down?
Arg....
She wanted to go HOME. Inspite of previous protests,
that Escaflowne show was starting to grow on her, and she
earned the right to go home early.
Well...she really DIDN'T but since she made the rules
at Romafeller, it really didn't matter.
"Yes, Senetor, it sounds fine. Propose it to The Vice Forein
Minister at the next council meeting - that's thursday."
The fourty-something man smiled an left.
Trowa stood in the shadow's of the office.
Dorothy continued to ignore him. If he wanted to carry on with
that harlot, that was fine by her. She had other, more important
things to - especially than get involved with her bodyguard.
Heck if she wanted a boyfriend, she could just see Mr. Lee at the
end of the hall. Jim was a nice guy - respectable, sweet, on-her-side,
not-with-Midii-Une, caring, nice, not-her-bodyguard, handsome
Trowa's-opposite, wonderful guy.
Straightening her papers all professionally like, she hurried out
of her office. She had a TV show she was gonna miss.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
James Lee, called Jim by his friends, watched the slender young
blonde hurry out of the building, Mr. Trowa Barton tailing her all the way.
Shutting his cracked open door as she left his sight, then going over to his
window to get a last glance, he asked his companion the remainer of his questions.
"So....the scandel will only come if the drug doesn't work. That is correct?"
"It isn't anything at all, just the organization's spin that the media happily
provides for us. Truly, we are just twisting the words of our dear Miss
Catalonia for our own profit, Jamie. Don't play dumb with me."
"And, what exactly do YOU get out of this, Miss Une?"
"That wonderful boadyguard of hers, loverboy. Do we have a deal?"
James turned to look at Midii, the girl perched on his desk. The only
reason for doing this was the fact that the reminates of the old
UESA where gaining a small shpere of influnce in Romafellar and
he couldn't take the chance of the information being leaked.
With a sigh he relented. It wasn't ALL bad, after all. He'd have
Dorothy for his own. He couldn't see a downside to that at all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Smile! You're on candid camera."
"Duo? What ARE you doing?" Sally asked. Each of the pilots had worked
at the Preventers at one time or another, and Mr. Maxwell - sanity
curtisy of a Miss Cathy Bloom, had joined back up.
"Oh, yah know, eating donuts, catching supposed masters of espionage,
annoying Wu Fei - the usual. But, incase you'd like to know, guess
who is on my WONDERFUL case today."
Sally picked a folder off his desk. "Midii Une?" she said reading the
case file.
"Cheater," the braided pilot said.
WuFei stormed in. Definately in a pissy mood, he slamned into his
chair and started banging the keys on his keyboard.
Duo and Sally shared a look before Lady Une strolled in - angry as
well - answering there question. Similataiously, they both uttered:
"Out of mocha?"
Lady Une's slammed door confirmed.
After a slight pause - Duo continued on his tale.
"Well, I found her. Conspiring with one member of Romafellar...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I understand. Yes. Okay. I've got the warrent already. Tell
Cathy hi. Uh-huh. Um-hm. By...Okay. Sure. Yeah. Good...
I understand. Alright then. Duo? Goodbye, okay. Goodbye Duo."
Trowa hung up the phone. Sometimes that danged pilot wouldn't
shut his yap.
Dorothy came down, glared at him, and desided to go for a swim,
fromt he looks of her apparel.
She still wasn't talking to him.
'But,' he thought, looking at the paper in his hands 'It's only
a matter of time until she does.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I stormed out on the patio. One good thing about being rich -
you have perks.
Lattes every morning.
Thousands of TV channels.
And huge swimming pools.
Anyways, like I said, I was storming. Hitomi kissed Allen! Arg, blind
girl! Van's for her, VAN!
Funny, it wasn't until I was half way between my pool and my house
that I realized how simliar Hitomi and I are...sort of.
Both in situations not by choice.
Both in love with a man that doens't return our affections.
Both....fooling our selves about romance?
By the time I reached the water, I tried to put people in rolls.
Quatre was once Allen...but did that make Trowa, Van? And with
Mr. James, did it change it completely.
What if Trowa was in love with that Mervina girl?
I mean, that horrid Middi girl.
Ack!
I prepared to jump striaght into my pool, not bothing that I had a
small black bikini on, when I felt the weight of a set of eyes on
me.
Trowa?!?
I was still rather angry, mostly at myself, but no need to let him
know that.
Luckily, I went to muse my hair, other I wouldn't of caught the wire.
I flipped the smaller form behind me over. A wire! Trying to kill
me by a wire from behind my back. Strangulation was never a choice for
of murder. Inhonorable for the victim and the murder.
I guess that is why grandfather taught me to fight with foils. An honorable
death was almost better than living in Romafeller at one time. He taught me alot:
Honor, family, power....
Scheming, coniving,
Revenge.
Nothing of any use in the world I now lived in.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Middi splashed into the pool, her long hair coming free in the water.
She pulled a dagger from a holder on her thigh. Almost jumping out of
the water, she lundge at Dorothy. The other blonde scooted back,
and looked around for a weapon.
And her wayward bodyguard.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trowa had finished changing. It was quiet, and although Heero
probably wouldn't of done it, he went a head.
Dorothy was going to talk, and she was going to have fun.
Even if she killed him for it.
He passed the radio, and happened to catch a phraze the anchor had
obviously practiced-
"Dorothy Catalonia has evidently given up pacifism today, when
the body of a 16 year old was found in her swimming pool.
When asked about it, she said she felt no remorse about the
killing, and would lead Romafeller down the path of "total war"
ibn the future.
In other news...."
Trowa's eyes widened.
No way.
No FRICKEN way.
He ran out to the pool as fast as he could.
There was no way Dorothy killed anyone!
~~~~~~~~~~~~
'Well, this is REALLY useful' Dorothy thought, blocking the
girl with a tree limb.
'I want a foil, now! This limb ain't cutting it!'
Middi charged again.
Trowa came tearing down the hill, gun, towel, and sunscreen
in hand.
Dorothy slipped on the wet brick work, and cut her back on a sharp
edge.
Middi leaned down, for the kill.
Dorothy hopped up, and kicked the younger girl in the chin.
Middi flew backwards, on to her but. Lucky for her,
her black out fit saved her.
Trowa narrowed his eyes, and let a shot ring
out from his gun.
"Get. Behind Me. Dorothy. NOW."
Dorothy crossed her arms.
"NOW!"
She rolled her eyes, but went behind him anyways.
"Middi Une, you are under arrest, effective immediately."
Middi's eyes widened. "But...B-But Trowa! I just...oh...
PLEASE!?! And you, Miss Hussy Catalonia. You can NEVER
stop what I've set in motion!"
"Any thing you say, can and WILL be used against you in
a court of law. I suggest you remain silent before
you incrimate yourself further." Trowa said calmly,
escourting back to the estate.
Dorothy followed behind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Mr. Save-the-Day took care of the little spy wench,
I cleaned up.
Nasty cut on my back, yuck.
I really didn't need his help, I told him.
I could of taken care of it.
But I was kind of glad he showed up though.
Dressing causully in khaki shorts and a loose lilac
blouse, I went down stairs.
Hm. He DID make a good guardian angel. Especially
shirtless....
Ah! Stop it Dorothy!
A bell, rather *my* doorbell interupted that though
process.
Answering, I saw Jim Lee with flowers on my doorstep.
"Dorothy, angel, I just want you to know, I don't
believe any of this at all. And I'll stand by you
though this."
Before I could say anything, Trowa answered.
"Yes, this is all well and good Mr. Lee, but
Miss Catalonia really needs to rest so....godd bye
Mr. Lee." he said almost slamming the door.
"What does he want to stand by for?" I asked
"Dorothy.....we need to talk...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Ooooo! ^_^
Stay tuned (and sorry bout the long wait, hoped you liked this!)
Chiriru
chirriu@email.com
