Uncontrol: Tough Measures, Part 1

Trowa-kun

Adriana scowled at the blonde sleeping in the hospital bed. 'Why here? Why now?'

She turned and looked at Andrew who was standing in the doorway to the hospital room. "I'll go get us some coffee and breakfast, ok?" She just nodded as he turned and walked away.

The red head turned back to face the sleeping blonde. She took one step closer to the bed, "Why Mitsy? Why didn't you see her coming?" She look another step forward, "Have your skills degraded so much, Mitsy? That you couldn't move out of the way?" She looked at the blonde's face, "Or did you move into the way on purpose?" She was now standing right next to the bed, her body bent at the waste so she could look at Mitsy's face.

"Damn it! You did do this on purpose! Didn't you?!" She growled and pushed away from the bed, storming around to the window and looking out across the skyline of Tokyo.

Countless minutes had passed while Adriana just stood there, staring out the window, when a rough voice broke the silence. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't...none the less, it stands that we are where we are now, no going back, we must press forward now."

Adriana turned around slowly as the voice spoke, her jaw dropped in awe. "Mm....Mm....Mitsy?" The blonde was sitting up now in the bed. Her body looked pale and weak, but her eyes betrayed a sharp, active mind.

"Last time I checked, that was my name." her voice was gruff, probably quiet dry from being fed through IV only, but something in the tone, made the sarcastic remark even drier than usual. She pushed her legs to hang off the bed.

"Whoa! What are you doing? Get back in bed!" Adriana rushed over to the bedside to help Mitsy do just that.

"No!" the voice turned sharp and stern. Adriana paused, warily. "Go find a wheel chair. We are leaving."

"But...Andrew will be back soon..."

"All the more reason for you to hurry!" Mitsy interrupted. Her eyes glared icily at Adriana.

The red head cringed slightly and hurried out of the room, finding a wheelchair and bringing it back. By the time she had gotten back, Mitsy was standing beside the bed and already had removed all of the IV's from her arm. She had a pad of paper laying on the bed and was writing something down on it. Adriana peeked over to see it was a note for Andrew, telling them they were gone, and not to turn off his cell phone, because they would call him later. "Mitsy..."

The look Mitsy gave Adriana was more than enough to silence her. Mitsy silently slid into the wheelchair, "Lets go to the car, I want you to take me by the school. There are some things I need to pick up."

Adriana nodded and was silently very glad that Mitsy hadn't insisted on walking to the car. However, Mitsy did refuse for Adriana to bring the wheelchair with them, which meant Mitsy was planning on walking from now on. They drove the distance to Mitsy's fencing school in silence. Adriana parked and went around to help Mitsy out, but by the time she got half way around the car, Mitsy was already at the door of the school. "Mitsy...please!" Adriana began to plead.

Mitsy turned her head sharply to glare at Adriana, "Enough!" Adriana froze in her tracks at that look. Mitsy's eyes narrowed at Adriana, she then turned and unlocked the door and walked into the building. Adriana finally regained her composure and followed Mitsy in. She leaned against the wall and watched the blonde do what she needed to do. Mitsy went into her office and pulled her laptop from where it sat, stuffing it and its cords into the carrying case. She walked out and handed the case silently to Adriana, then turned and walked upstairs. When she came down she had changed clothes and was carrying a duffle bag and an over stuffed briefcase.

"I should call Ken. He wanted to know when you woke up..." Adriana was once again quickly silenced by the glare Mitsy shot her.

"Now is not the time for such frivolous things, Adriana. We have work to do. You know that as well as I do." She brushed roughly past Adriana and out the door. Adriana followed quietly and got out of Mitsy's way so that Mitsy could lock the door.

Adriana walked to the car, "Where are we going?"

Mitsy tossed the items she was carrying into the back seat. "I'll tell you as we go, get in."

(03/25/02)

*grunts* Now, you must ask, what does Ken SEE in her???

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