tantrys - ffiction - stop the world - 12
Stop The World
12

Warnings: A.U., shounen ai, 1x2, 3x4, Rx13, sap, mystery, I'm so boring. Yep. Lots of POV switching =^^=. This part has a smidgen of violence in it. Nothing too gory. But I'm still morbid. Mwahahahahaha... ._. Carry on.


PART 12

The way she put on her make up made him sick... The way her lips pursed, and she smiled. Her hair was shining like spun gold, and she was eager for another chance to speak her mind, at another convention, to another group of mindless human politicians...

It's bad enough she fell for love, he grumbles. She also fell for love of a man that likes to talk as much as she does... He stopped his bellyaching, however, in favor of a black smirk. All the better to find my sister alone, while love is out... That's the thing with love. It goes to work.

"Relena."











She would have screamed, if not for her incredible self control. She did, however, gasp, and her heart did a painful somersault from mid chest to halfway up her throat. Relena tensed when ghostly fingers lowered themselves to her shoulders. They caressed the expensive silk of her blouse, and she shivered.

"Hello, sister," he cooed. One of his hands rose, and Relena flinched. An instinctive reaction... I'm afraid of him, she realized. Afraid of my brother, an angel... But her disbelief was thin... And she cringed as he stroked her reflection in the mirror.

"Humans and their prayers," he sighed into her ear. "They're so earnest! So desperate... Even the fallen call to heaven, for aid... Don't you know, Relena..." He leaned closer to her ear. She could feel his cool breath tickling the tendrils of hair on her neck. "... they're deaf to the fallen..."

His words made her furious. Seething, because he was so prejudice-- and always so sharp with his tongue.

"Why are you here, brother?" She demanded. Her voice wavered, and she scowled at her weakness. "You're loitering. What do you want? For me to stay away from Heero?" She tilted her head, and stared in the mirror at the space over her shoulder. Her brother's reflection was just a small white smudge in the air, like mist.

"Tell me, brother. What would it matter, to you, if I decided to help Heero? He's guilty, right? What can I change if I ask the Guardians to investigate? He's guilty, don't be so worried," she added sarcastically. Her eyes brightened suddenly, and suspiciously. "Why *are* you so worried? Dearest brother." And she wondered... "What are you hiding?"

His other hand returned to her shoulder, and his grip tightened. Not enough to cause pain, but firm enough to direct all of her attention to him.

"I'm not worried at all, sister," he purred. "Nothing at all to hide. I'm a good little angel..." He laughed... Relena shivered at the sound. It wasn't the sound that an angel made. "Heero, on the other hand, was not a good little angel. But you had to doubt the Guardian's decision, didn't you? You had to push a little farther! Dig a little deeper into something you should have kept your nose out of!!"

He's screaming. Her breath caught as the fingers on her shoulders tightened, and began to hurt. She reached to peel them off, but their form only ghosted away, and returned full force.

"He's going to fall again. He has to fall again-- he has to DIE Relena!! Die because he's wrong-- he's wrong like she was wrong like she was WRONG Relena!!" He began to laugh again, in shrill, terrifying bursts.

What is he talking about--

"Zechs killed her..." He whispered. "She was so beautiful.... Have you ever smelled blood, Relena? Did you know-- that it could smell like flowers?"

Her stomach lurched warningly. Blood like flowers? Oh God-- he *killed* someone?!

"She was too pure for the earth... And Heero was infected. Yes. An infection, in heaven... What better way to bring him down, Relena? Two little angels, one bullet.... four, actually, but you understand. You're a quick one, sister. Quick."

She couldn't decide whether to vomit, or to scream. Her brother's hands had moved their iron grip from her shoulders to her neck, pressing firmly on the delicate skin there. Feeling the pulse throb faster and faster as he held tight, and kissed her temple.

A single, horrified whimper escaped her throat. She was quick, with facts. Iria... Her brother had killed Iria.... And he brought Heero down for it. A complete innocent...

"It's Heero's turn to die... " He paused, and in the mirror Relena's eyes focused to meet his. "Or maybe it's yours...." He's insane--

His advantageous grip on her neck tightened, and panic finally registered. Relena could only breathe once as he pushed her forward. She felt the resistance of the large vanity mirror slam into the top of her head. Her brother shoved harder. The mirror gave way with a shuddering smash, and the pain began. So darkness came for her.