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Innocent Angel, Part 11

Isabella flinched under her father's emerald gaze before she pushed herself off of Jet, but her fear soon faded. She stood and faced her father and her brother, who both looked like they could kill. Her chin went up several notches. "You're not allowed to kill him."

Jet stood up as well. He stepped in front of Isabella. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have."

"Got that right," Miles growled, his eyes narrowing.

Trowa's mouth twitched ominously.

Jet looked back at Trowa. He could see where Isabella got that angry look. The mouth was drawn into a tight thin line and the eyes were flickering with a dangerous inner fire. He didn't say anything, but held his head up.

Isabella snorted exasperatedly and she pushed him behind her. "Neither of you will do a thing. I won't let you. He's my choice. I'm not a little girl to be protected." Her eyes narrowed as well. She glanced back at Jet. "I can handle this."

"You're my seventeen year old daughter," Trowa bit out.

"Trowa," Middi sighed, annoyed.

She went unheeded by her husband, who was contemplating several ways he could kill the young man in front of him. "You were supposed to keep your hands off of her."

"He has been for the past month," Isabella replied, in a clipped tone.

If anything, Trowa's eyes narrowed even more. "Watch your tone. And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means…" Isabella started to say.

 Jet cleared his throat as he placed one hand on her shoulder. "It means I've been falling for her this entire month without anyone's knowledge. I thought it was wrong, but at the same time, I couldn't deny that I was beginning to feel something more than just brotherly affection for her."

"What!" That came from Miles.

Cristal rolled her eyes. "You didn't see it?"

Miles shot his fiancée another dirty look.

"Then don't act so surprised." Cristal shook her head at him.

Trowa shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and rolled back on his heels. He was unaccountably furious. "You mean you've been chasing after my daughter for the past month?"

"I never chased her. I knew it was wrong and I was fighting it. I know how old she is." Jet stood, unflinching under the harsh gaze of the father in front of him. His eyes went to Miles, who looked just as mad as his father. His mouth quirked up slightly. "I guess I should be glad this is only two on one instead of three on one."

Middi and Cristal caught his meaning and their own lips quirked, somewhat amused by his light tone.

"Dad, I love you very much, but I'm not so little anymore. I know all you want to do is protect me, but I love him." Isabella reached for Jet's hand and grasped it tightly.

Jet glanced down at her and smiled.

Trowa's mouth twitched again. His eyes went to the way their fingers were threaded together, before honing back in on his daughter. "I know you're not so little anymore, but you're the youngest and he's…"

"I don't care how old he is. I love him no matter what. There's nothing you can say that will change my mind and if you even still think about hurting him, I'll never forgive you." Isabella stuck her chin out in defiance.

Trowa stared at her. She had become more like Middi than he had realized. She had that inbred stubbornness. It was in the way that her chin was tilted, but he knew that the way her mouth had tightened and the way her eyes were glittering, she was him. "You think I would hurt him, pequena?"

Her mouth twitched. "Yes. You have that look, dad. Duo had that look when he wanted to throttle Miles."

Miles flinched. He remembered that look. He looked over at his mother. "Do I have that look too?"

Middi nodded her head. "Yes. You do, Miles."

Trowa looked over her shoulder at Jet. He could see Wufei in the boy's eyes. They had that proud look in them even when he knew he was wrong. "Come here, Chang Jet."

"What are you doing?" Middi questioned her husband.

"Something every protective father would do," he replied as his eyes swung towards her and than back to Jet.

Jet let his hand slide from Isabella's. He gave her a reassuring look. "Don't worry." He pressed a kiss on her temple before walking towards her father. He stood in front of the taller man, not looking away.

Trowa looked down at him, assessing him briefly. "Can I trust you to take care of her?" His tone was quiet, so only Jet could hear him.

"You have my word that I'll take very good care of her."

"How much do you love her?"

"Very much."

"Good," Trowa said, but leaned closer to the boy's face, "But if you hurt her, I promise what your father, Duo, and Heero, did to the boys that dated their daughters seem like nothing. It's always the quiet ones you have to watch for. And if you lay a hand on her before I see a ring on her finger, I'll kill you."

Jet paled, but nodded his head. "I understand."

A slight smile crossed Trowa' lips. "Now that's all settled. Breakfast seems like a good idea." He looked over at Miles. "You have anything to add?"

Miles looked Jet up and down. "One more thing to add to my dad's. You even think of doing anything you shouldn't with her, I'll make you very sorry. And don't even think I wouldn't know what you're thinking because I know all the looks, hell; I even invented some of them. So don't even try it, Chang."

Jet nodded again, wordlessly.

Isabella sighed and walked forwards. "Will you two stop threatening him now and go away? We'll meet you at breakfast in fifteen minutes."

"About time, I'm starving," Cristal sighed. She grabbed onto Miles' hand. "Come on, "oh protective one" and let's leave the two sweethearts alone. You've scared enough for one day." She pulled him from the balcony.

Middi looked at Trowa. "Are you ready to leave yet?" She glanced at her daughter and Jet. "You two make a lovely couple. I think your father will be very relived that you'll come home in one piece."

"I'm glad too, believe me," Jet said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Middi chuckled at his gesture and response. She looked back at her husband. "Can we go now?"

Trowa cast a look at Jet. "Don't you think you should get ready?"

"Dad…"

"Trowa…"

"Isabella, I think you've stood out here long enough in…that." Trowa nodded at her attire and nodded towards her room.

She sighed, exasperated. "Oh all right. If it'll make you happy." She looked at Jet and smiled. "I'll see you in a little bit." She went back to her room, followed by her mother.

"Are you coming, Trowa?" Middi called as she propped her hands on her hips

"I'm coming." He gave Jet another assessing look. "I don't think I have to say more, do I? I've made myself perfectly clear and if you do all that you've promised, you won't have a complaint from her brothers nor I…But break any, you'll know what will happen."

"I do."

"All right than. See you at breakfast." Trowa clapped a hand on Jet's shoulder before going back into his daughter's room, shutting the door behind him. He smiled enigmatically at his wife and daughter, who were both giving him identical questioning looks. "Let's go down to breakfast, Middi. We'll see you down in a bit, Is." He pressed a kiss on her forehead before taking his wife's arm. "Shall we?"

"All right," Middi answered with a skeptical look. She smiled at her daughter. "Don't be too long." Her and Trowa left the room. She looked up at him as they walked down the hall. "You have that look."

"What look?"

"That crazy, "Duo" like gleam in your eyes when you're satisfied you scared the hell out of that young man."

"I'm supposed to scare. It's a father's job."

"You weren't this way with Carin?"

"I didn't have to worry about her. She didn't attract older men."

A frustrated expression crossed her face. "Some days I think I can't even figure you out."

He turned her towards him in the elevator. "You know me, querida. Very well. Just like I know you." He gave her a smile that he only let her see. He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. "And you've always had my heart, just like I've had yours."

Middi couldn't help but smile back at him, her irritation at him, evaporating.

Trowa bent and pressed a kiss on her lips. "I love you."

"I know, but sometimes you are so infuriating. But I love you too," she said as she kissed him back.

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Isabella quickly dressed in a short khaki skirt and a black halter-top. She knocked on the connecting door. "Jet?"

Jet swung the door open from his side. "Yes?"

She grinned up at him. "How do you feel?"

He smiled. "I feel pretty good, considering I got threatened by your father and your brother."

"Don't worry, they're both all bark, but most of the time, they're no bite."

"I'm not to sure of that. Duo, Heero, and my dad tend to carry out some of what they say."

"I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." She gave him a sidelong smile.

"A little girl, just five foot five, protecting me from her brother and father, who are both well over six feet." He rolled his eyes dramatically.

Isabella threw her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss on his mouth. "You really hungry for breakfast?"

"No, not really, but I figure, if we don't come down, your dad and your brother will kill me," Jet replied against her mouth. His arms went around her waist. "But indulging a few minutes…kissing you…won't hurt."

"No, it wouldn't," she breathed as he kissed her deeply. When he lifted his mouth from hers, she gave him a dazed smile. "I love you."

He nuzzled her lips again. "I love you too."

"Kiss me again?" Her eyes fluttered open to stare into his.

He lost himself in her eyes. "I guess I have to. I want to make up for lost time." Then his mouth covered hers for another long deep kiss.

A/N: All done! Yay! I hope you liked this story! Stay tuned for updates on my other stories! XOXO!!