And Storms May Collide
Chapter Six: First Drops of Rain
9:31 am
"I'm sorry, Heero, but I can't see you anymore."
Never had any words hurt him more than the ones coming from her lips. She stood there, framed by the doorway, her hair long and unbound, her pretty face pale, her sky blue eyes looking at the floor. Her voice, usually so melodious was low and filled with sadness. How could she be sad? She was the one leaving him.
He looked at her emotionlessly, trying to keep his heart in one piece. "Why?"
She shook her head, faded sunlight dancing in her hair. "It's too complicated, Heero. " She finally met his eyes. "I love you, but I can't see you anymore."
This time he heard the undercurrent in her words and he felt his instincts take control. "Something's wrong. What is it?"
She jerked. "I'm a princess, Heero, and you're an actor. We knew from the beginning that it couldn't last, and now it's over." Her eyes suddenly filled with tears. "It's over." She turned about and fled the room, too quick for him to stop her. And it wasn't even sure he wanted to. What she had said was true, how could they be together? The world would have to change drastically before a noble and a peasant could ever live happily ever after.
He ran a hand raggedly through his hair and leaned against the windowsill, looking out onto the streets below. Something didn't feel right about all this. It had happened to suddenly. Relena had not come to him the night before, and that in itself was troubling. Something was going on in her life and she was shutting him out.
He banged his fist against the glass.
He would just have to find out what it was.
* * * *
1:09 pm
Noin was in a hurry.
She had left the palace the moment she could get away from her brother, and now she was practically running down the streets of Sanq towards the Rosedawn Theater. She had seen Zechs briefly that morning but she had said nothing of her plans. If he knew he would try to stop her and she couldn't allow that. Besides, she was perfectly capable of taking care of this herself. So, to keep him occupied she had sent Sally Po, the Royal Physician to check up on him. Sally was a good friend of hers and she would protect him if Henry decided to try something. Not that he would necessarily, but her brother was sly, and he knew her feelings for the wounded prince. Now was the time for vigilance.
And speed.
Rosedawn Theater appeared around the corner and she felt the first thread of nervousness wind through her body. What was she going to say to him? She had never spoken to him before, they had never even been introduced, and it was said that his eyes were like dark chips of midnnight ice. Would he believe her?
He would have to. Relena could not tell him and no one else yet knew, except for the Count and Henry. It was up to her to set things right.
She was the only one.
Gathering her courage, she burst into the theater only to be greeted by an empty stage.
* * * *
1:29 pm
Sally Po watched her patient with a curious eye. She was there only as a favor to Lucretzia but she found herself wondering about the regal man before her. Though the sword wound in his side kept him from strenuous movement, he still pushed himself too hard. He seemed to be in a hurry to stand and walk and it took all her persuasive skills to keep him on his back. And he really wasn't happy about it.
"Stop fidgeting," she said, throwing him a glare, "You'll tear your stitches."
He stopped moving only to glare right back. "I'm not fidgeting." Ice blue eyes narrowed. "Where is Noin?"
He had been asking about her for the last hour, apparently not satisfied with the answer Sally had given him. He really was quite persistent. As all princes seemed to be.
She sighed. "I told you, she had something to do in the City this morning. She'll be back this afternoon. Until then, I'm to keep an eye on you."
"Aren't you Henry's physician? Why are you here taking care of his prisoner?" He asked, his voice harsh. For a moment she caught the true pain of his capture in his eyes before he blinked and was ice once again.
"I'm here because Lu asked me to be."
This seemed to quiet him for the moment and she sat back in her chair, tugging on one of her twisted braids. She had known for a long time the details of Prince Henry's war and how he had come to imprison the Lightning Prince of Sanq, she was after all his doctor. She may not have agreed with Henry's plans, but she could do little to stop them. And why would she? He gave her a roof over her head and money in her pocket. What did she care what he did with his life? She was a woman, and so must depend on the wishes of a man to stay alive. It was best to look after herself first.
Except when it came to her patients.
Noin had hinted that the Sanq Prince might need protection that day and Sally had come prepared. She had two daggers sheathed on the belt at her waist and she could use them with the skill of an accomplished surgeon. No one would get pass her, for whatever reason.
She glanced at the Lightning Prince.
No one.
* * * *
1:44 pm
Trowa had not expected to find anyone in the theater, let alone a princess.
He had come back because he had left a few sheets of music that he needed to practice, and since there was no rehearsal that day, he could get in some good practice time. His violin case was tucked under his arm securely as he entered Rosedawn and came face to face with the rarely seen dark haired princess that was sister to Prince Henry, the intended audience of their play.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "I didn't know anyone would be here today."
His voice seemed to cause a reaction in her and she began to tremble from head to foot as if she were trying to keep in some great emotion. Her blue-black eyes had a wild look in them and her small hands were clenched into fists.
"Who..?" Her voice was quick and light. He bowed to her.
"I'm Trowa. I'm a musician for the play." He looked at her more closely. "Are you alright?"
She shook her head. "I'm looking for Heero. Do you know where he is?"
Trowa arched an eyebrow. Why would a princess be looking for Heero? Maybe she was just as enthralled with him as every lady eventually was.
"He's not here today, there is no rehearsal. " At her crestfallen look, he went on. "I could give him a message, if you want."
She shook her head again. "Not enough time," she murmured, more to herself than to him. When she finally met his gaze, he was surprised at the rock hard look of determination in them. This was no ordinary woman.
"I need your help," she said.
* * * *
10:21 pm
The atmosphere in Relena's dressing room was that of the moments before a funeral. Relena sat stiffly in a chair before her mirror, perfectly dressed in a gown of blue-silver, her hair piled on her head in shimmering curls. Hilde was working silently on her hair, sprinkling petals into the strands, her face a mixture of sorrow and frustration. She seemed to be on the very verge of tears and the only thing that was stopping her from breaking down was Relena's stoic expression. Hilde knew Relena was trying to distance herself, keeping the situation as far from reality as possible. Hilde didn't know whether to slap her and tell her to run away, or hug her for her loyalty to her brother. All she knew was that what was happening was a mistake. How could this happen to Miss Relena?
She really wanted to talk to Duo. He had always made her feel comfortable and she knew that if she could just tell him what was going on he would be able to find a way to stop it, without endangering Millardo's life.
But she couldn't tell him.
Time was running out and she knew there was no turning back. She could do nothing to save Relena now. The lady was on her own.
She just prayed it would not end in grief.
* * * *
11:12 pm
On the darkened streets of Sanq, Quatre felt his attention pulled to the topmost tower of the palace, his eyes noticing the lights within. He shuddered abruptly and rubbed his arms for warmth, blonde locks falling into his eyes.
"The storm is about to break."
* * * *
11:58 pm
Heero walked slowly across the dim stage, his head bowed, his body rigid. Duo watched him quietly, wondering at what was happening. Even he could feel that something was...wrong, something was off. And he had the funniest feeling that he needed to be somewhere else. But where? He had never seen Heero look so stricken before. He never showed emotions so it was almost frightening to see him look so sad.
Duo shifted uncomfortably and looked out the window to the huge clock tower across the way. The large hand came together at the top and the bells began to chime.
Heero stopped at the sound and raised his head.
12:00 pm
tbc....
* * * *
Yeah I know! I'm awful! *hides* the next chapter is going to be very good, I promise! A special treat since I gave you a huge cliffhanger! Sorry this chapter took so long, I'm getting ready for finals and college is soooooo tiring. Hope you are all doing well! Thanks for reading and please review!!!
Twilight
*huggles*
Chapter Six: First Drops of Rain
9:31 am
"I'm sorry, Heero, but I can't see you anymore."
Never had any words hurt him more than the ones coming from her lips. She stood there, framed by the doorway, her hair long and unbound, her pretty face pale, her sky blue eyes looking at the floor. Her voice, usually so melodious was low and filled with sadness. How could she be sad? She was the one leaving him.
He looked at her emotionlessly, trying to keep his heart in one piece. "Why?"
She shook her head, faded sunlight dancing in her hair. "It's too complicated, Heero. " She finally met his eyes. "I love you, but I can't see you anymore."
This time he heard the undercurrent in her words and he felt his instincts take control. "Something's wrong. What is it?"
She jerked. "I'm a princess, Heero, and you're an actor. We knew from the beginning that it couldn't last, and now it's over." Her eyes suddenly filled with tears. "It's over." She turned about and fled the room, too quick for him to stop her. And it wasn't even sure he wanted to. What she had said was true, how could they be together? The world would have to change drastically before a noble and a peasant could ever live happily ever after.
He ran a hand raggedly through his hair and leaned against the windowsill, looking out onto the streets below. Something didn't feel right about all this. It had happened to suddenly. Relena had not come to him the night before, and that in itself was troubling. Something was going on in her life and she was shutting him out.
He banged his fist against the glass.
He would just have to find out what it was.
* * * *
1:09 pm
Noin was in a hurry.
She had left the palace the moment she could get away from her brother, and now she was practically running down the streets of Sanq towards the Rosedawn Theater. She had seen Zechs briefly that morning but she had said nothing of her plans. If he knew he would try to stop her and she couldn't allow that. Besides, she was perfectly capable of taking care of this herself. So, to keep him occupied she had sent Sally Po, the Royal Physician to check up on him. Sally was a good friend of hers and she would protect him if Henry decided to try something. Not that he would necessarily, but her brother was sly, and he knew her feelings for the wounded prince. Now was the time for vigilance.
And speed.
Rosedawn Theater appeared around the corner and she felt the first thread of nervousness wind through her body. What was she going to say to him? She had never spoken to him before, they had never even been introduced, and it was said that his eyes were like dark chips of midnnight ice. Would he believe her?
He would have to. Relena could not tell him and no one else yet knew, except for the Count and Henry. It was up to her to set things right.
She was the only one.
Gathering her courage, she burst into the theater only to be greeted by an empty stage.
* * * *
1:29 pm
Sally Po watched her patient with a curious eye. She was there only as a favor to Lucretzia but she found herself wondering about the regal man before her. Though the sword wound in his side kept him from strenuous movement, he still pushed himself too hard. He seemed to be in a hurry to stand and walk and it took all her persuasive skills to keep him on his back. And he really wasn't happy about it.
"Stop fidgeting," she said, throwing him a glare, "You'll tear your stitches."
He stopped moving only to glare right back. "I'm not fidgeting." Ice blue eyes narrowed. "Where is Noin?"
He had been asking about her for the last hour, apparently not satisfied with the answer Sally had given him. He really was quite persistent. As all princes seemed to be.
She sighed. "I told you, she had something to do in the City this morning. She'll be back this afternoon. Until then, I'm to keep an eye on you."
"Aren't you Henry's physician? Why are you here taking care of his prisoner?" He asked, his voice harsh. For a moment she caught the true pain of his capture in his eyes before he blinked and was ice once again.
"I'm here because Lu asked me to be."
This seemed to quiet him for the moment and she sat back in her chair, tugging on one of her twisted braids. She had known for a long time the details of Prince Henry's war and how he had come to imprison the Lightning Prince of Sanq, she was after all his doctor. She may not have agreed with Henry's plans, but she could do little to stop them. And why would she? He gave her a roof over her head and money in her pocket. What did she care what he did with his life? She was a woman, and so must depend on the wishes of a man to stay alive. It was best to look after herself first.
Except when it came to her patients.
Noin had hinted that the Sanq Prince might need protection that day and Sally had come prepared. She had two daggers sheathed on the belt at her waist and she could use them with the skill of an accomplished surgeon. No one would get pass her, for whatever reason.
She glanced at the Lightning Prince.
No one.
* * * *
1:44 pm
Trowa had not expected to find anyone in the theater, let alone a princess.
He had come back because he had left a few sheets of music that he needed to practice, and since there was no rehearsal that day, he could get in some good practice time. His violin case was tucked under his arm securely as he entered Rosedawn and came face to face with the rarely seen dark haired princess that was sister to Prince Henry, the intended audience of their play.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "I didn't know anyone would be here today."
His voice seemed to cause a reaction in her and she began to tremble from head to foot as if she were trying to keep in some great emotion. Her blue-black eyes had a wild look in them and her small hands were clenched into fists.
"Who..?" Her voice was quick and light. He bowed to her.
"I'm Trowa. I'm a musician for the play." He looked at her more closely. "Are you alright?"
She shook her head. "I'm looking for Heero. Do you know where he is?"
Trowa arched an eyebrow. Why would a princess be looking for Heero? Maybe she was just as enthralled with him as every lady eventually was.
"He's not here today, there is no rehearsal. " At her crestfallen look, he went on. "I could give him a message, if you want."
She shook her head again. "Not enough time," she murmured, more to herself than to him. When she finally met his gaze, he was surprised at the rock hard look of determination in them. This was no ordinary woman.
"I need your help," she said.
* * * *
10:21 pm
The atmosphere in Relena's dressing room was that of the moments before a funeral. Relena sat stiffly in a chair before her mirror, perfectly dressed in a gown of blue-silver, her hair piled on her head in shimmering curls. Hilde was working silently on her hair, sprinkling petals into the strands, her face a mixture of sorrow and frustration. She seemed to be on the very verge of tears and the only thing that was stopping her from breaking down was Relena's stoic expression. Hilde knew Relena was trying to distance herself, keeping the situation as far from reality as possible. Hilde didn't know whether to slap her and tell her to run away, or hug her for her loyalty to her brother. All she knew was that what was happening was a mistake. How could this happen to Miss Relena?
She really wanted to talk to Duo. He had always made her feel comfortable and she knew that if she could just tell him what was going on he would be able to find a way to stop it, without endangering Millardo's life.
But she couldn't tell him.
Time was running out and she knew there was no turning back. She could do nothing to save Relena now. The lady was on her own.
She just prayed it would not end in grief.
* * * *
11:12 pm
On the darkened streets of Sanq, Quatre felt his attention pulled to the topmost tower of the palace, his eyes noticing the lights within. He shuddered abruptly and rubbed his arms for warmth, blonde locks falling into his eyes.
"The storm is about to break."
* * * *
11:58 pm
Heero walked slowly across the dim stage, his head bowed, his body rigid. Duo watched him quietly, wondering at what was happening. Even he could feel that something was...wrong, something was off. And he had the funniest feeling that he needed to be somewhere else. But where? He had never seen Heero look so stricken before. He never showed emotions so it was almost frightening to see him look so sad.
Duo shifted uncomfortably and looked out the window to the huge clock tower across the way. The large hand came together at the top and the bells began to chime.
Heero stopped at the sound and raised his head.
12:00 pm
tbc....
* * * *
Yeah I know! I'm awful! *hides* the next chapter is going to be very good, I promise! A special treat since I gave you a huge cliffhanger! Sorry this chapter took so long, I'm getting ready for finals and college is soooooo tiring. Hope you are all doing well! Thanks for reading and please review!!!
Twilight
*huggles*
