By Eve
Warning: Dark content, not as bloody, but still the same very dark content. Can't deal with it, I'm sure there are some nice G-rated stories out there.
Disclaimer: No… Wish I did… Blah, blah, blah…
Dedication: To the usual oneechan and Ani-chan, and a new one Ani-chan's review. I love that review…
Author's Notes: Well, my dear readers as I was planning the rest of the chapters I realized that I honestly don't have that much longer until the story ends. I know I'm excited. Keep in mind that from here on now it's going to be the war with a few alterations. And um, people are going to die…
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"Till like a fire there appeared the prophetWhose words were as a flaming furnace…"
Sirach 48: 1
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Chapter 9b: Kage No Shinigami
The Shadow of Death
He walked out of the room, emotions whirling. The guy was son of a bitch. Thinking he could control, probably the strongest woman he'd ever met in his life. It was ridiculous, absurd, and he still didn't understand why he was getting so worked up about this.
You're in love.
He stopped, leaning against the cold cement wall. He shut his tightly, practically panting every breath. He was a cold and ruthless soldier, a perfect assassin. He got the goddamn job done.
But you're in love. And you're afraid more than anything that you're going to lose her. Sylvia doesn't matter anymore, the Preventers don't matter anymore, just ending this and Relena.
He slid down to the ground, confusion racking through his mind and taunting him. It was so much easier when she was near and where he could rest knowing she was within the vicinity.
"Bravo, Heero. That was some show you gave back there."
He turned to meet the cool gaze of Dorothy who stood against the opposite wall, eyes as fierce as a lioness. She cocked her head to the side and he waited for the all too familiar smirk to grace her face. But nothing came.
"I'm not here to mock you, Yuy."
"I thought that after you turn, you lose your humanity," he hissed back, wanting to make sure she knew that he wanted to be left alone.
She shook her head and gave him a soft smile. "If I had lost my humanity," she began, urging him to meet her gaze. "I would have slit your throat a long time ago. Apparently I was crazy…"
"…"
"You think you understand us so well, don't you? It was assumptions that got you in trouble in the first place."
He sighed, burying his head into his arms. This place was overwhelming. A huge lack of understanding surrounded everything, especially since Duo, Hilde, and Relena had gone missing.
"Will Schibecker find him?"
"Of course," Dorothy replied. "Hilde could find him with her eyes closed in a matter of minutes. No worries there."
He looked at her, expression like a child ready to find out the true meaning behind something. "Was it necessary for…"
"Yes. She needed to be killed. She had been using him and was a danger, you understand?"
"Yes…"
"But this isn't what your upset about. Or why you near killed the heir to the most powerful underground family. You want to know the answer to a question that I can't give you."
He looked at her, fist clenching tightly at his sides. "I need…"
"We all know what you need. It's in your eyes no matter how hard you try to hide it. But she needs to be by herself, Yuy. It's the way she is."
"I want to help her, love her. I want to make new and erase the old."
Dorothy kneeled in front of him, eyes searching for something. "She loves you," she spoke quietly. "But you need to accept her as well. She's the greatest enigma out of all of us."
Dorothy sighed.
"She will come back. She always does."
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Blood gushed out from the womb in her side. Shit, shit, shit… She needed to stay away from planes from now on. She should have stayed with Cat in Jordan. Her eyes wandered around the plane. Families sat in corner seats, huddling together for warmth and for comfort. All they knew was a bunch of masked men had taken the plane hostage. She felt like cursing up a storm.
Of course, what got her in the predicament was her instinct to fight back. A smirk crossed her tired features. Kind of like Fei-kun…
"Get up, bitch."
She groaned, as one of the guys forced her up onto her feet. Once again, damn her fighting instinct. I'm ready to kick the SOB. The guy was ugly, a huge red scar present on his upper right cheek. He pushed her against the wall.
"At least you learned your lesson."
Merian smirked, despite the pain. "Who says I did?" He was at least three times the size of her, but she knew that she could take him with ease. She could smell the irritation and something akin to even fear. She searched the man's eyes.
He's afraid to have blood on his hands.
"You're going to get yourself killed, woman," he hissed, kicking her straight on the ribs. She hissed out in pain and then shut her eyes. She let herself be taken to the void. Pain is only a sign of weakness.
"I think I'm pushing your buttons, dear."
She pushed herself up, breathing heavily. Her eyes opened and her face fell expressionless. She was falling back into old habits…
"Pushing me," she began slowly. "Pushing me might be your last breath."
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"Five…"
People rushed through the barracks. Guns were being load, orders shouted, and places question. The war would begin soon.
"Four…"
They had left the post of leadership alone for too long. The Society would be ready to take what was rightfully theirs all along.
"Three…"
A statement must be made. People must die… The women, the children, the sick and the old… Everything had a purpose and place…
"Two…"
Everything has an end and a beginning…
"One…"
And the city known as Brussels fell to its end. The war had begun.
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The graveyards were phenomenal. Creamy concrete stone formed graves of all types, some more elaborate than the others. He sighed and sat on top of a mildewed cover bench. Emotions were whirling around inside of him.
Dead, dead, dead…Why did loss have to hut so much? Why, now did he have to pay for the mistakes that he had made? Lana had been innocent or had she?
You just can't accept the truth.
"I can," he whispered, the wind blowing his chestnut.
You cannot…"Then why am I here? Why can't go and fight? Why am I running?"
You're afraid.
"Of what?"
You're afraid.
"Of what, goddamn it?!"
Of falling in love with-"Stop it, I must be going crazy."
"Well, then if you're crazy I might want to question my own sanity."
He looked up.
Hilde had found him.
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