A Moment's weakness
By Eve
Disclaimer: I don't claim any ownership, obviously if I did you think I'd still be in school?
Dedication: To my girls, as always, oneechan, Starlight-oneechan, and Ani-chan, 'lots of love and respect. Thank you for always reviewing and letting me know how it goes down. I write for all of you guys. ^_^
*Author's Notes see end.
*Language translations see end.
/Italics/: Premonitions, Italics: Thoughts
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Chapter Two A: Eye of the Beholder
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Women were made to be loved not understood.
Oscar Wilde
Madrid was a place she felt safe in, oddly enough. It was somewhere her family wouldn't dare to look, as well as somewhere the fool they sent after her wouldn't dream of looking for her. Spain was a symbol of failure for her family, both political and economical. Of ghosts, death, and other assorted pains. She would sleep peacefully tonight. That is if the nightmares decide not to plague her tonight.
"Rosa*, would you like something to drink? Don Santos should join you shortly."
She gave a tiny smile to the housekeeper of thanks, her ears picking up a soft sigh of 'still a strange girl'. Rosa took in her surroundings slowly, noticing the elaborate paint collection. Picasso, Manuet, Degas all enclosed her in the sitting room. Volumes of books on wicker shelves from authors like Paz, Cervantes, and Marquez gave the room a spectacle of color. The man really knew how to indulge himself in the art.
"Rosa! Mi querida! Como estas?*"
Rosa rose from her seat, her green sundress clinging to her legs. She could feel the cool air from the fans brush her legs as she kissed the older man.
"Bien," she spoke softly. "Y tu? Como esta tu familia? Espero que ellos ser muy feliz, si?*"
Don Santos chuckled. "You defy death every single day and yet you still have time how to ask how my family is. You amaze me, querida."
"I amaze even myself sometimes, old man," she responded affectionately. She slipped her hand into her glass, pulling out a single ice cube. She ran her tongue over the cool surface, savoring each droplet of water.
"You know how to drive an old man crazy," the Don replied. Pervert. I'm just really hot, that's all. She glanced out the window. The old man's expression sobered. "How long?"
"Seven months today. Got the job in August. He's the best so far, but moves slow."
He chuckled. "No you just never stay in one place too long. Your dreams."
"Every night."
"You practicing your-"
Nice Tits. Her face contorted into a look of horror. "That's crude you know. Ewww, did you have to go that route, love? And I'm completely aware of my own abilities thank you very much."
"Just keeping you on your toes."
"And what a way to do it I might add," she replied with a snort. Just then the old housekeeper re-entered the room, the sunlight hit her hair making it look like waves of snow. She gladly accepted the ice tea, drinking greedily from the glass.
"Where is he?"
She jolted forward.
// Blood. Liquid poured over the single step. Moses and the plagues. Glass shattering. Dead.//
"On his way to Budapest," came her quiet response. "He'll run into some thing…"
"Trouble?" The old man leaned forward, flexing his hands.
"He isn't the only one looking," Rosa replied solemnly.
Major trouble.
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Blood, he thought as he stepped out of the car. Someone's dying…
"Help--me, please…"
Heero's eyes widened. An old priest stood at the top of the steps near the front of the church. The old man was clutching his stomach tightly, red liquid seeping out. Heero caught the man before he could hit the ground hard.
"Help the little one… Help Alexandra, please-"
Shit.
Police sirens screamed in the distance.
Blood.
Oh Shit.
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Ramblings/Notes:
Hi all! Thank you for all the lovely reviews first off. Keep 'em coming. I appreciate feedback as well. I'm trying to maintain a posting-balance here and well, failing miserably. ^^;; I can't help it if Wanders is picking right up. Coincidently, chapter two is going to be split up into two parts. Why you ask? Well all those who know me well know that I am *very* picky when it comes to the final output and honestly? I am only happy with half this chaptered. I am not half-assing this story, but I am protecting myself from another Wufei-controversy. See Wanders for exclusive details. . All right rant it over, now notes.
Okay, every time Relena goes to a new area her name will change. Obviously she has her reasons, but I will alert you at the beginning of each new chapter when it does. I'm gonna start calling her Relena as soon as she and Heero meet. Whenever that is… ^_~
Also, she's *special*. Her family has an actual reason for going after her, the minor being that she has telepathy and mind-reading capabilities. She has premonitions of the future both in dreams and in "flashbacks". I will get into all this as soon as the story deems it necessary.
Oh and ladies and gents, this story plans to get really *raunchy*. *glares at MuseDuo who's pumping her fists in the air and shouting it's about damn time*. Jerk. I have a Jerk for a muse. ^^;;
Language/Names:
*Rosa/Alexandra= Relena's names in Madrid, Moscow, and Budapest.
*Rosa! My love! How are you?
*Good. And you? How is your family? I hope they are happy.