Chapter 17

"I don't have a name. Call me No Name if you like." -Trowa Barton

The two nurses, to say the least, looked bewildered as they stared down the barrel of my gun aimed between their eyes. Trente on the other hand...

"Wowee! So that's what you meant when you said we had an escape plan! Wonderful! So, what next?"

What next indeed. In my haste to get out of my bonds, I had completely forgotten to make a plan of how we planned to escape. Keeping an eye on our current hostages, I asked, "Well, what do you think?" to Trente, who shrugged nonchalantly and plopped down on my bed, grabbing the bowl of Jell-O the blonde nurse had been eyeing earlier.

Suddenly, I remembered that there were cameras in my room, and the person in charge of my kidnapping probably had guards on their way to come stop the commotion we were making. Therefore, we should get as far away from here as we could. Looking the red-head in the eye, I pursed my lips and asked, "What is your name?"

Surprisingly, she broke out in laughter, blue eyes dancing as her curly hair bobbed up and down along her slender neck. "My name? I don't think that really matters, does it?" At this, Trente stood and strode over to her, a questioning glance shot to me. I nodded and watched as he took her arm and held it behind her back, twisting it slightly.

"I really hate doing this...I'm sorry. Tell her your name." he stated calmly, face in a frown while he did so. I smiled apologetically at him before facing the false nurse and quirking my eyebrows at her, awaiting an answer.

She sighed, looking extremely bored, and tilted her head to the side. "You know, Trente, you've gotten a lot bigger since the last time I saw you. I'm not surprised you don't remember me." The boy's eyes grew wide at this statement, but he neither tightened nor loosened his grip on the woman as confusion spread quickly across his features.

I glared at the woman. "What is your name? How do you know Trente?"

Another sigh escaped her lips, and I about lost my patience when she opened her mouth again and stated quietly, "My name is Catherine Bloom."

Trente gasped and immediately let go of her, cheeks red while he felt ashamed for touching her. "I'm sorry, Cathy, I didn't--"

"Don't worry about it." she interrupted, arms crossing in front of her. "You look just like your father...so cute." She winked to me and I felt my cheeks flush until my conscious self kicked in, reprimanding me in the way my father did so many times.

`Do NOT let your guard down!'

Mentally slapping myself, I glanced to the blonde, who looked frozen in shock. "What is your name?"

She opened and closed her mouth several times, resembling a fish, before answering. "Rachael."

Summoning Trente, I told them to face opposite walls and held a whispered conference with the boy. "Who is Catherine Bloom?" was my first question as I raised an eyebrow slowly.

"Triton Bloom's sister.", came the reply.

I rubbed my temples, eyes closed, and asked, "Well, who is Triton Bloom?"

"That is Trowa Barton's real name."

The reality of this statement hit me like a tidal wave. Was Trowa...Triton behind our kidnapping? Nodding, I turned back to the women and beckoned them close. "Who is the one who ordered for my capture?" I received silence from both, at which I sighed heavily and asked, "You do know the way out, don't you?" Rachael nodded while Catherine elbowed her hard in the ribs. This was definitely going to take some doing if I wanted them to answer me truthfully. We didn't have that much time left, either. "Lying won't get you anywhere." I stated, placing my free hand on my hip and continuing to hold the gun I had hidden deftly in my bra at them.

Again, Catherine laughed. "No, you've got that wrong, dear girl. Us lying won't get you anywhere."

Trente obviously knew this to be true, as he looked to Cathy pleadingly and said, "Please, Cathy?" It seemed for a moment that Trowa's sister was going to give in while staring at his best imitation of a puppy, but then at the last second she shook her head furiously, red curls bouncing all around her face.

"No, Trente. I can't."

Surprisingly, Rachael, the blonde, spoke. "Aw, come on, Cathy! They're just kids! What could Tro--" As cliche as this sounds, everything seemed to happen at once as Catherine leapt onto Rachael, and about fifteen men dressed in black body suits came hurtling through the door while Trente jumped over me, shielding me from any and all harm that could possibly come hurtling our way.

The men bypassed the two of us and threw themselves into the fray between Rachael and Catherine, mistaking one of them for me. Taking the confusion as an opportunity for Trente and I to exit stage left, we did, bursting into the hallway as if we had been spat from the door in an act of contempt.

Not caring which direction we went, I grabbed his hand and ran as far away from that room as we could, turning corners like madmen at death-defying speeds until finally we reached a hallway with only one door, at the very end. Pausing a moment, I glanced to Trente, who seemed only slightly out of breath but caught up in the exhilaration of the moment. He shrugged, light smile playing over his lips. I took it for a `yes' and galloped forward, hand still clutching his tightly as we raced down the hallway, cackling with glee and excitement, and most of all, fear of the unknown.

We knew there could be anything on the other side of that door, but did we care?

Hell no.

I reached for the knob, twisted, and pulled. Erupting into the room, I barely took notice of my surroundings as I drug Trente with me into the perpetual gloom on the other side of the door.

All of our laughter, our excitement, died instantaneously as we heard the door close quietly behind us, leaving us in a completely dark room, save for the three computer screens that sat on a desk at the far wall, flowing brightly as they showed three different angles of what was happening in one of the `hospital' rooms.

My hospital room.

Fifteen black clad men and two women resembling nurses occupied the room, the women looking quite malicious as they glared at the circle of men grouped around the bed I had been sleeping in only half an hour earlier...

Then, the sound came, clear as crystal, through hidden speakers in the shadowy room.

"We're sorry, Miss Bloom, we didn't know it was you. Please accept our humblest apologies, it was an honest mistake."

"You too, Miss Rachael...we would never do anything to harm the two of you wonderful ladies..."

The men were groveling, apologizing, to these fake health-care workers. It sickened me the way they pleaded, begged to be forgiven.

Finally, when my eyes adjusted to the inky air of the room, I chanced to glance around, and noticed silhouettes of many unknown items grouped around the desk with the computers. An object I did recognize, however, was a chair in front of the desk, rocking ever so slightly back and forth as if there was a breeze playing with the hinge allowing it to move. As my pupil-widened eyes roved around the room, I came to the conclusion that other than Trente and myself, there was nobody in the room. I strained my ears, listening past the sounds of Trente's and mine's breathing, past the nauseating way the men begged, and couldn't hear a sound. No breathing of a third person, no movement. Nothing.

At least not until he spoke.

"You made it. How very nice of you to drop in, Miss Yuy, and you too, Mr. Maxwell. Tea?" A single, slender hand seemed to grow out of the side of the chair, and with it came a silver platter and tea set, complete with two porcelain tea cups, steam billowing upward into the black. In my mind, I was already analyzing the voice, trying to determine whether I had heard it before or not. It sounded so familiar, yet...distant. Like an old memory you can't quite recall all of anymore because it hasn't dwelled in your thoughts as numerously as it should have to be remembered. The soft, comforting voice arose from the ebony depths again, and immediately I was calmed, soothed by its melody of peacefulness.

"Have a seat, please. I hate talking when I can't see the person on the receiving end properly."

I heard Trente sigh, and was disturbed at how ungraceful it sounded, how jagged it was to the flow of the unknown speaker's voice. I took a small step forward, and felt Trente's hand on my arm, stopping me, warning me. I snapped out of my previous daze and stepped back to where I had been standing while interlacing my fingers with Trente's and asking the back of the chair loudly, "Who are you?"

A soft chuckle rose into the air above our heads, dancing through my ears until finally dying away as it was speared by the dismal space around us, edges seeming to only get closer as time wore on, sharp fingers reaching out as if to snatch us from the spot, never to be seen by human eyes again. "You know who I am; don't act so ignorant. You sure have gotten big, Sarah." Suddenly, the chair whipped around, and I found myself imprisoned in the gaze of a single jade eye.

All at once I knew it to be Trowa Barton, also known as Triton Bloom. Catherine's brother. The third Gundam pilot. "Hello, Trowa."

He seemed surprised by this greeting, but the moment of shock was quickly overcome by another impassive stare. "You can't remember who I am. No, you were too little then. You don't know me, Sarah."

I shook my head. No, that wasn't true. I did know him. Bu how? I decided to let him do the talking, although I sensed he wouldn't say much. "I do know you, Trowa. What I don't know is how I know you. It would be very kind of you to explain, though."

Again, that laugh. That deep, throaty chuckle.

"I'm your godfather, Sarah."

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A/Ns: Hmm...

Haven't done an author note for this story in a while, but this chapter deserves it, I think. Oy, my beta said that I had good descriptions...yah, I believe her (somewhat...^-^) but I want to know what you guys think! Hn...plot twists galore, ne? I promised that there were more coming...and more yet, even though I don't even know what they are yet! *grins* Anyhooters, I hope you liked this chapter, it's one of my favorites. Specially the nurses...specially the blonde one...^-^ She's hilarious! So review or I'll have to come after you with my katana! *sickly sweet grin*