Disclaimer: I own GWing? Yeah right, and you have
property in Atlatis to sell me.
Also it's a 3xD pair (Trowa and Dorothy or DCxTB)
with hints of 4xD and 3xMidii (whom I dislike greatly)
AN: Sorry it took so long, and sorry if it's
sort of negative. :( Uhm, if you wish to
contribute to "Angelic: a 3xD shrine" with
fanart or fanfics, please mail me at
chiriru@email.com !! On with the story!
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Have you ever had a moment in your life where
things just seem to stop for you while the world
rushes by? You just stand there, stupified,
experiencing so many emotions - disbelief more
than anything. And your just out of it.
I have felt that only three times in my entire
life, and I have hated each time. I hate the
fact that I feel I'm not in control of what happens
in my life, the feeling that I'm falling down
a large pit. The empthy, tight feeling right in
my stomach that grows painfully aware that I'm not
on top of the situtation.
The first time was when Daddy died. I couldn't believe
it. For three days, my six year old mind could not comprehend
Daddy not being around. I mean, mom died when I was two
or so, but I never knew her enough to remember loosing her.
But, Daddy...that was terrible. When I got over the
shock, I cried. I cried for days on end. I bawled while
servents of Grandfathers looted my home, and I sobbed as
they burnt it to the ground while I had to watch.
I didn't feel the downwards spiral when Grandfather died,
okay, a teeny bit. But, it was just...I had become so
conditioned that it didn't matter.
The second time, was on Libra...it was with in 48 hours, so..
First Mr. Milliardo tried to kill my cousin, then WuFei
ended up killing him. And inbetween that, Quatre and Trowa
crushed all my beliefs.
And, I sobbed. For the first time since I was six, I cried.
The thrid time I was stuck was watching that damned
news broad cast. I remeber Lady Une making a public statement,
and Relena did so as well. But I felt like I had no control
at all.
I hate that.
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Dorothy just stared out the window, the blank stare very
unacustomed to her face. Her complextion was waxen, the
ice blue eyes where glazed, her soft hair even seemed to
lose its shine in her depressed state.
She just didn't want to fight any more.
She wanted to give it all up. Why both to battle when she
could never win? Unlike in physical battle, cold wars
-even if her speciality - were ugly.
They were ugly and nasty and no one could ever win.
She was dimly aware of the time change from afternoon to nightfall.
Or the huge thunderstorm outside her window. Thunder rolled and boomed
over her estate and lighting danced acrossed the sky, touching down
- beautiful and deadly at the same time.
What was the use any more?
A large bolt of lighting touched down somewhere, and the
boom that followed seemed to shake her to the core.
She remembered hiding out with her Dad during storms when she was
little, but her mind was fuzzy with confusion.
What could she do? It was a witch hunt now, the reporters could
even find her seclueded home by morning. Trowa certainly should
leave, he desearved not to be pegged as a traitor.
Hmph. Traitor...her.
She hadn't supported Mariemaia like some of them, she hadn't at all.
It was...stupid. Why her?
It didn't make sense.
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Trowa typed on his lap top.
The clicks of a keyboard could be heard by Pierre and Michelle even
down the hallway.
The two servents didn't understand why the boy would be in
his room when Miss Dorothy obviously needed some kind of reassurance.
The knew what was going down, but shouldn't two young lovers spend
there last time together?
Lovers?
Oh, like they couldn't tell. The looks, the key turn-of phraze,
the dress, the mock fights - like the one this afternoon, and the
quiet conversations.
The way Miss Dorothy would where pumps and skirted suits when ever
they had a major meeting. Or how she would flip her hair more often,
or spent more primping time than normal.
The way Master Trowa would glance up, hiding his gaze with his brown
bangs every time she entered a room. The way his fingers tried to move
as if to touch her.
Her unexplainable jealousy of a girl who came up out of know where.
The way Master Trowa remained terse with Master Quatre.
Michelle had pointed it out, but Pierre had to admit that it was
glarringly obvious that they where something more than the
"friends" they claimed to be.
The two servents shook their heads, sharing a look before
going to talk to Peter about tonights dinner menu.
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Cathy tapped her nails on the arm of her chair.
This shuttle wouldn't move, and she was contemplating why
she was coming again.
Sure, when Duo said that she should visit Trowa and
try to console Dorothy, it SOUNDED resonable. But...
she was having second thoughts.
This could get crazy. Trowa no longer bottled as much up,
but it wasn't exactly...it wasn't always easy to know
how he felt. Her brother almost always seemed serene and
it was those emerald eyes of his that showed his soul -
what he let out.
And Dorothy....she knew Dorothy. But the girl who tried
so hard to have everything under control certainly couldn't
be faring well in a sea of controversy that could end
in her death.
God. She *knew* how Dorothy thought! Dotty would try something
crazy, she knew it. She had this feeling that something
was a ticking time bomb.
Dorothy would normally stand up and fight her battle,
proving her innocense. But, she hadn't mad ANY form of a
public statement - at least one that she knew could be trusted.
Those forged films...they were a good fake, but Dorothy wouldn't
be that blunt or forward...at least not about killing some one.
SO, what was going on at her mansion? She hoped that Dotty didn't
do something stupid. She prayed that the weather would let up
so she could get there faster.
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"Answer, damn it! Who the hell do you work for!
come ON you stupid onna!"
"Come on WuFei..."
"Po. GO AWAY!"
"Come on Wuffie, back off. Sally does mean any harm,
and you need to cool it. I tried it, and it got me
know where fast."
The Chinese pilot sighed, and ran a hand though his
hair, pulling out the tight rubber band as he
exited.
Sally handed him a cup of strong black coffee as he
exited. WuFei gave a small smile as he sipped the
scalding liquid.
"This isn't mocha. It isn't even expresso." he said,
downing the entire cup anyways.
Sally rolled her eyes. Duo surpressed a grin, and then
a pang of loneliness. This was the first time Cathy
wasn't going to be home in almost six months. Dinner
was going to suck.
"Anyways, I think it could work WuFei. What do you
think Duo?"
"Huh?" the braided pilot asked - completely oblivous
to Sally's "wonderful" plan.
"Nevermind. Anyway, WuFei, watch and learn." Sally
said walking out the door.
"Hmph." the younger man sighed, pooring another cup
of un-mocha and un-expresso coffee.
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Trowa had finished not long ago. The report for Midii was
done. Thankfully. And now it seemed that Cath was flying in.
GREAT. *Just* the news he had wanted to hear.
Dorothy needed to work it out by herself, and frankly, he didn't
want his older sister looking over his shoulder.
It could get...you know...embrassing.
And Dorothy...Dorothy just *sat* there.
And the fight. For some big reason after Quatre's call they
had gotten into the biggest fight over no appearent reason.
All he could remember was her trying to pick him apart and
he remembered doing the same to her.
It bit.
The air between them was so tense now, and it seemed like
everything around the estate was on eggshells. He could cut
the tention with a knife, he bet.
He tapped her on her shoulder.
"You should eat."
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A rough pounding on my shoulder and wonderfully emotionless
'you should eat' brought me out of my though line. I was
trying to figure out how Jim fit into the whole scheme of
things and Mr. Silence comes up and starts telling me what
to do.
You know what?
F*ck him!
I don't care what that stupid clown thinks!
I mean, he has me twisted up an confused here, and he doens't
give a damn.
He went from being so king to being so so agrivating.
Arg. I hate him. I can't help but not to. I'm in a very
dangerous situtation - obviously with the same people who
tried the assination and all he could do was pick apart
my faults - for loving Quatre.
You know what he said? He said was jealous of that little
no good, spying little twit. Why would I *Ever* be jealous
of Midii Une?
I don't know who started it, but soon we were yelling again.
I don't even know what about...it was just yelling for yellings
sake.
That man...
Some times, like now, I just want to punch him and hurt him and
I can't stand to be around him. He is like the bane of my existence.
And other times, like the hallway or the bathroom, he can be so
caring that I feel like a little kid who could only see kindness
like I could when I was six.
And I hate him for it.
And I hate this stupid situtation.
The media and him living with me, I mean.
The supposed "knowing" glances that Pierre and Michelle have.
It makes me sick.
It isn't true. No way.
There is no way in hell that I'm in love with Trowa Barton. No way at all.
