1 Bravest Eyes
Chapter 5: Let the Wind Take me Far Away
Kattie
Disclaimer: Curse thee disclaimer! I will never EVER own Gundam Wing. I've come to except this so… so… breaks into sobs It doesn't matter grins evilly I will always own Quatre at heart. ^.^ (Along with all of you, my dears)
Note: I must admit, this chapter may greatly begin horridly. (Well there's Kattie's bad phrasing again) I had it written out, a great chunk of the beginning, and lost it. Curses the paper gods I had to rewrite it and nothing I have ever rewritten has EVER turned out very well. Sniffles Please be kind! Don't flame poor moronic Kattie!
Dedication: This chapter with the bad beginning (gomen gomen!) is dedicated to the bestest onee in the whole world Mina-chan! (Aka Tensei- go read her fanfics under that pen name!) Her b-day's coming up and more reviews would be a great gift, don't ya think? ^o^
0837 Hours
"Hiiro! He's gone!" A voice yelled, pulling Hiiro's conscious away from dreamland.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Duo hopping onto his bed. Hiiro was about to give Duo his almost automatic death threats, but the peculiar seriousness of Duo's expression made him stop. "What is it, Maxwell?"
"He's gone!" Duo yelled in a panicked voice, "Quatre's gone!"
Hearing this, Wufei and Trowa moved closer to Hiiro's bed. It was a good thing they did, because with this news Hiiro began throwing Duo a look of pure hatred and rage.
"Why the hell did you let them take him?" Hiiro yelled, grabbing Duo's arm in a tight grasp.
"I'm sorry! I was asleep!" Duo explained, looking Hiiro in the eyes.
"Don't give me any of your damn excuses, Maxwell! You could have woken up. What kind of idiot sleeps through his friend's kidnapping?" In his fury, Hiiro pulled Duo off of the bed and slammed him against the wall. "Do you understand what you've allowed to happen? Because of your goddamn stupidity they're going to hurt Quatre! They might even kill him! And you're making excuses!"
Tears rolled down Duo's cheeks as he cast his gaze on the floor. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to hurt Quatre…"
"Well you did! So take responsibility for once!" Hiiro glared at poor Duo with an undying rage.
"Knock it off, Hiiro." Wufei snapped, grabbing his hand away from Duo. "It's not his fault."
"Even if he had been awake, they would've gotten Quatre anyway. And they most likely would have killed Duo in the process." Trowa explained.
Hiiro shot Duo a last scowl before storming out of the room.
Duo slid to the ground, now sobbing in regret. He put a hand to his face in a futile attempt to hide his tears from the other two pilots. "I- It was my fault… I should have protected him. I'm such an idiot! How do you guys deal with me?"
"We deal with you," Wufei said quietly, "because despite your idiotic appearance you are very smart. You're a good man, Maxwell. Don't let Hiiro's anger get to you. He's mad at himself and is taking it out on you."
"Hiiro's security system didn't work either," Trowa pointed out, "It's impossible to place this blame on one individual. In the end, the only people at fault are those who took him."
Duo smiled up at them and wiped away his tears. "Thanks, guys."
"Don't expect me to ever say that again," Wufei added, "If you bring it up, I'll deny it."
This caused Duo to fall into a fit of giggles. "I would never expect you to say such a ludicrous lie ever again."
Returning the room, Hiiro's gaze fell on Trowa's face. "We need to leave."
"What happened?" Trowa asked.
"Some other guests were killed in Quatre's abduction." Hiiro explained. "If they connect that with the blood on our floor we'd probably end up in jail until they'd checked the blood and found out it didn't match the victims."
"We'd better hurry, then." Trowa said, looking Hiiro in the eyes
* * * * * * * * * * * *
In the lobby
"Ma'am, did you have any suspicious people check in to your hotel earlier that day?" A police officer asked the hotel's owner.
The room was filled with medics and policemen. Three guests of the hotel had been shot and two had already bee confirmed as dead. The remaining victim was in the process of being taken to intensive care.
"As a matter of fact," The woman replied, her eyes widening in recollection, "There were 5 men who checked in around eleven in the afternoon. They seemed to be in a hurry."
"What rooms were they in?" The officer questioned, writing this in a notepad.
"I believe they were in C-9 and C-10." She replied. As she remembered more, her expression changed to one of anger. "They were strange. One of them just kept glaring at me and said something in another language, 'omey or koors' I think, when I told him we didn't have security cameras. Another said I was a weak woman. The nerve! Another was very quiet and spoke in a very quiet and calm voice."
"The last two were a bit more normal. One just kept hitting on me, ignoring my every turn down… Maybe that made him angry and he went on a killing spree? And the last one couldn't possibly have been a murderer. He was such a sweetie," She grinned in the memory, "Maybe they had him as a hostage? He seemed a little nervous about something." The woman was enjoying this far too much. Then again, how much excitement do you get in the depths of a woods?
"I'll check on it, ma'am." The officer tipped his hat to her, seemingly oblivious to her strange behavior, and walked to the elevator. As it went up, the elevator containing the four pilots went down. When he reached the rooms, they were completely empty except for the small pool of Quatre's blood. He took out his radio. "Sir, there is blood in one of the suspects rooms. You might want to take a look at this."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
On the "Lost Hunter"
Quatre's eyes fluttered open as he slowly began to regain consciousness. As soon as the kidnappers had gotten him to their van, they proceeded to beat him to a bloody pulp. The assailant who had actually completed the abduction had been very displeased with his act of heroism, and he showed it with an extra display of violence.
There seemed to be pain everywhere, but that was okay. Quatre could deal with the physical pain. He'd gotten used to it over the years. It was the emotional pain that he was worried about. They seemed to think of more sadistic ways to torture the young pilot every year. They physical torture was the easiest to bear.
"Rising and shining, rich boy?" A female voice asked.
Blinking as his eyes began to focus, Quatre realized that the woman's face was only a few centimeters away from his own. He tried to move his head back but a headrest beneath it failed to allow this feeble attempt at an escape.
"Relax, kid. They can't go hurting you up without you being healed up first. Wouldn't want to go destroying the merchandise. You ain't worth a thing to us dead." She said, completely misinterpreting his action. Washing some blood off of his face with a towel, the woman gave Quatre an evil kind of grin. "Well, well, now with your face cleaned up I can see. You've grown to be quite a looker over these years. Better pray they don't mess your face up too badly. Would be a shame, it would."
Quatre tried to move his hands and feet for a moment, testing to see if they were bound. When he felt the familiar rope tied tightly around them he realized that they had gone mostly numb with pain.
"They might wanna loosen the rope a bit. Your circulation cut off enough it'll put ya right to death." The woman explained, "The way by, I'm Mizz Naihu. Don't go thinkin' I'm nice or anything. I been askin' them for years to let me help in the torturing sessions. Would do my old bones good."
"H-how did they find us?" Quatre asked, his voice raspy from the dryness of his mouth.
Naihu laughed good and hard for a few minutes at this. Her laugh was high-pitched and almost chicken sounding, with an evil edge. She sounded like a madwoman. "Boy, we planted a tracking device in you the first time we captured ya. It's like those things they put on those animals- except this ain't no tag. It's in your very blood."
Silently, Quatre cursed himself for being so stupid. Of course, a tracking device, it was so obvious. It really didn't matter where he went, they would always find him. Unless he could get this mechanism out of his own skin, he would be fated to this torture as long as they wanted.
"Be prepared for a bad suffering this year," Naihu continued, "They got a hold of your sisters' electronic journal," she laughed again, "It helps a lot to know about your prisoner. Whatever weaknesses you have, they know. Because your sister loved you very much, she spent a good deal of time writing about her 'wonderful little brother," Another chuckle, "Kinda ironic, ain't it? Her love causes you pain. Heh heh. In't that the way the world flows?"
What little hope Quatre had help of this not being too bad of an experience flew out the window. He could almost see it waving goodbye with a smirk. Depending on which sister, they could know a great deal, even everything, about him. The question lingered over his mind until Naihu finally answered it, seemingly being a mind reader.
"I been thinking she might be named Nitki. We been studying up on our young prince. He's not just a rich boy. He's a smart rich boy. Apparently kind too." She grinned at him, "Just goes to show we pick the best of the batch. It's more fun that way. Though we can't go believing her in everything. She thinking you're an empath! Obviously she din't get the same smarts you did."
Mentally, Quatre sighed in relief. Sure, Nitki knew a lot about him. They probably got some great ideas for torture. But Nitki didn't know the most important thing. Something that could be used against him for the most horrible things he could think of. Nitki didn't know he was a Gundam pilot.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Back with the pilots
The pilots had easily managed to escape the surrounded hotel. Now, packed in the car again, they had only each other's company to distract them from what had happened. They still remained a bit shocked from it, but were doing very well at hiding it from each other.
"We should contact Quatre's family," Trowa said, none of his inner feelings being betrayed by his monotonic voice, "They deserve to know what happened."
"Use my laptop," Hiiro replied. He was, again, the driver. "It should be in the trunk."
Reaching into the trunk, Trowa pulled the small, portable computer out. It was in a carrying case so as not to be broken by the shaking of the car moving over bumps. He pulled it out of the case and turned it on. A computer voice greeted him with a cheerful, "Good morning, Hiiro."
Trowa stared at the device for a moment, trying to understand why Hiiro would allow this. Hiiro merely stared at the road.
"Hiiro?" Trowa questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"It's permanent," Hiiro grumbled, "I can't take the damn thing off. I haven't had time to get a new one."
"Now who's making excuses?" Duo asked, still annoyed from their "discussion" that morning. "I think you needed your computer to talk to you. No one else would speak to you in such a friendly tone. I'll bet-"
"Shut up, Maxwell," Wufei interrupted, "If you provoke him you'll deserve whatever punishment he gives you."
Pouting, Duo slid lower in his seat. "It's not my fault he's a jerk."
"I didn't ask for your opinion." Hiiro spat.
"Well you've already given me yours, so I think I should be allowed to get my revenge." Duo retorted.
"Quiet," Trowa snapped, getting very irritated by their arguing, "I'm dialing up Mr. Winner. Don't embarrass Quatre with your idiocy."
"Who made you the supreme God, Barton?" Duo asked, in a very fowl mood.
"If you don't keep those two lips together for the next 5 minutes I swear I'm going to throw you out the window." Trowa said, in a very calm, eerie voice.
"Hello, Winner Corporation, Cindy speaking," A young, brunette secretary came on screen with a bright, cheerful smile. Needless to say, it wasn't met.
"I need to speak with Mr. Winner." Trowa told her, not noticing her smile dissipate.
"May I ask who's calling?" She asked, forcing a weak grin.
"Trowa Barton. It's about Quatre."
Her expression changed to one of panic with the mention of Quatre's name. "O-of course. He'll want to speak with you right away! One second, I need to get him out of a meeting." The screen showed an empty desk with a chair, she was gone quicker than the eye could see.
"Mr. Barton?" Mr. Winner sat down at the desk, his eyes wide with surprise. "Is Quatre alright?"
Immediately, Trowa felt the nervousness crawling over him and an enormous guilt swept over. Quatre's father had trusted them with the task of protecting his son and they had failed him. It was the most important mission they had ever been assigned and they'd failed miserably. "Sir," Trowa began, casing his gaze to the floor of the car, "I'm afraid I can't be sure."
Mr. Winner's face flattened into one of complete fatherly worry. "Oh God, don't tell me… not again." He placed his face in his hand and sighed deeply. "My poor boy."
"I'm sorry, sir… We tried the best we could… But they- they made all our efforts seem like a waste of time." Trowa's ability to hold back his emotions was dying, and quickly. A tear slid down his cheek as he fell silent in the wait for Mr. Winner's response.
"Don't cry, Mr. Barton," He said, grinning sadly, "Quatre wouldn't want you to cry for him… I- I'm sure he's fine. He's always been a strong boy."
More and more tears made their way out of Trowa's eyes as he could only barely manage to hold back the sobs trying to escape. "Yes, sir," Trowa replied, weakly, "The strongest person I've ever known."
End of Chapter
Gasp What? That's it!? Does Kattie want us to threaten her? Ano… no she doesn't ^^*. Forgive Kattie for her evil cliffhangers. And I'm sorry this chapter was not longer than the last. (Actually, it might be in content, there WERE a lot of notes in the last chapter) And Mizz Naihu is evil- don't let her poor grammar and wrong spelling of Miss fool you! Kattie doesn't write nice bad people. ^^* It's too much of an oxymoron.
Oh, you may have noticed Kattie's originality with the names. Naihu means knife and Nitki means diary. ^^* What? My muse is being overworked and it's showing. ^^* Poor muse.
Please review Kattie's ficcie! She's depressed after losing the beginning of this chapter. (sobs I was crying for a little while) Needs big hugs and reviews! (And hopefully forgiveness for the lateness of this chapter.) I LOVE YOU ALL! huggles May the gods/God/goddesses/goddess/etc. you believe in be kind to you!
Chapter 5: Let the Wind Take me Far Away
Kattie
Disclaimer: Curse thee disclaimer! I will never EVER own Gundam Wing. I've come to except this so… so… breaks into sobs It doesn't matter grins evilly I will always own Quatre at heart. ^.^ (Along with all of you, my dears)
Note: I must admit, this chapter may greatly begin horridly. (Well there's Kattie's bad phrasing again) I had it written out, a great chunk of the beginning, and lost it. Curses the paper gods I had to rewrite it and nothing I have ever rewritten has EVER turned out very well. Sniffles Please be kind! Don't flame poor moronic Kattie!
Dedication: This chapter with the bad beginning (gomen gomen!) is dedicated to the bestest onee in the whole world Mina-chan! (Aka Tensei- go read her fanfics under that pen name!) Her b-day's coming up and more reviews would be a great gift, don't ya think? ^o^
0837 Hours
"Hiiro! He's gone!" A voice yelled, pulling Hiiro's conscious away from dreamland.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Duo hopping onto his bed. Hiiro was about to give Duo his almost automatic death threats, but the peculiar seriousness of Duo's expression made him stop. "What is it, Maxwell?"
"He's gone!" Duo yelled in a panicked voice, "Quatre's gone!"
Hearing this, Wufei and Trowa moved closer to Hiiro's bed. It was a good thing they did, because with this news Hiiro began throwing Duo a look of pure hatred and rage.
"Why the hell did you let them take him?" Hiiro yelled, grabbing Duo's arm in a tight grasp.
"I'm sorry! I was asleep!" Duo explained, looking Hiiro in the eyes.
"Don't give me any of your damn excuses, Maxwell! You could have woken up. What kind of idiot sleeps through his friend's kidnapping?" In his fury, Hiiro pulled Duo off of the bed and slammed him against the wall. "Do you understand what you've allowed to happen? Because of your goddamn stupidity they're going to hurt Quatre! They might even kill him! And you're making excuses!"
Tears rolled down Duo's cheeks as he cast his gaze on the floor. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to hurt Quatre…"
"Well you did! So take responsibility for once!" Hiiro glared at poor Duo with an undying rage.
"Knock it off, Hiiro." Wufei snapped, grabbing his hand away from Duo. "It's not his fault."
"Even if he had been awake, they would've gotten Quatre anyway. And they most likely would have killed Duo in the process." Trowa explained.
Hiiro shot Duo a last scowl before storming out of the room.
Duo slid to the ground, now sobbing in regret. He put a hand to his face in a futile attempt to hide his tears from the other two pilots. "I- It was my fault… I should have protected him. I'm such an idiot! How do you guys deal with me?"
"We deal with you," Wufei said quietly, "because despite your idiotic appearance you are very smart. You're a good man, Maxwell. Don't let Hiiro's anger get to you. He's mad at himself and is taking it out on you."
"Hiiro's security system didn't work either," Trowa pointed out, "It's impossible to place this blame on one individual. In the end, the only people at fault are those who took him."
Duo smiled up at them and wiped away his tears. "Thanks, guys."
"Don't expect me to ever say that again," Wufei added, "If you bring it up, I'll deny it."
This caused Duo to fall into a fit of giggles. "I would never expect you to say such a ludicrous lie ever again."
Returning the room, Hiiro's gaze fell on Trowa's face. "We need to leave."
"What happened?" Trowa asked.
"Some other guests were killed in Quatre's abduction." Hiiro explained. "If they connect that with the blood on our floor we'd probably end up in jail until they'd checked the blood and found out it didn't match the victims."
"We'd better hurry, then." Trowa said, looking Hiiro in the eyes
* * * * * * * * * * * *
In the lobby
"Ma'am, did you have any suspicious people check in to your hotel earlier that day?" A police officer asked the hotel's owner.
The room was filled with medics and policemen. Three guests of the hotel had been shot and two had already bee confirmed as dead. The remaining victim was in the process of being taken to intensive care.
"As a matter of fact," The woman replied, her eyes widening in recollection, "There were 5 men who checked in around eleven in the afternoon. They seemed to be in a hurry."
"What rooms were they in?" The officer questioned, writing this in a notepad.
"I believe they were in C-9 and C-10." She replied. As she remembered more, her expression changed to one of anger. "They were strange. One of them just kept glaring at me and said something in another language, 'omey or koors' I think, when I told him we didn't have security cameras. Another said I was a weak woman. The nerve! Another was very quiet and spoke in a very quiet and calm voice."
"The last two were a bit more normal. One just kept hitting on me, ignoring my every turn down… Maybe that made him angry and he went on a killing spree? And the last one couldn't possibly have been a murderer. He was such a sweetie," She grinned in the memory, "Maybe they had him as a hostage? He seemed a little nervous about something." The woman was enjoying this far too much. Then again, how much excitement do you get in the depths of a woods?
"I'll check on it, ma'am." The officer tipped his hat to her, seemingly oblivious to her strange behavior, and walked to the elevator. As it went up, the elevator containing the four pilots went down. When he reached the rooms, they were completely empty except for the small pool of Quatre's blood. He took out his radio. "Sir, there is blood in one of the suspects rooms. You might want to take a look at this."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
On the "Lost Hunter"
Quatre's eyes fluttered open as he slowly began to regain consciousness. As soon as the kidnappers had gotten him to their van, they proceeded to beat him to a bloody pulp. The assailant who had actually completed the abduction had been very displeased with his act of heroism, and he showed it with an extra display of violence.
There seemed to be pain everywhere, but that was okay. Quatre could deal with the physical pain. He'd gotten used to it over the years. It was the emotional pain that he was worried about. They seemed to think of more sadistic ways to torture the young pilot every year. They physical torture was the easiest to bear.
"Rising and shining, rich boy?" A female voice asked.
Blinking as his eyes began to focus, Quatre realized that the woman's face was only a few centimeters away from his own. He tried to move his head back but a headrest beneath it failed to allow this feeble attempt at an escape.
"Relax, kid. They can't go hurting you up without you being healed up first. Wouldn't want to go destroying the merchandise. You ain't worth a thing to us dead." She said, completely misinterpreting his action. Washing some blood off of his face with a towel, the woman gave Quatre an evil kind of grin. "Well, well, now with your face cleaned up I can see. You've grown to be quite a looker over these years. Better pray they don't mess your face up too badly. Would be a shame, it would."
Quatre tried to move his hands and feet for a moment, testing to see if they were bound. When he felt the familiar rope tied tightly around them he realized that they had gone mostly numb with pain.
"They might wanna loosen the rope a bit. Your circulation cut off enough it'll put ya right to death." The woman explained, "The way by, I'm Mizz Naihu. Don't go thinkin' I'm nice or anything. I been askin' them for years to let me help in the torturing sessions. Would do my old bones good."
"H-how did they find us?" Quatre asked, his voice raspy from the dryness of his mouth.
Naihu laughed good and hard for a few minutes at this. Her laugh was high-pitched and almost chicken sounding, with an evil edge. She sounded like a madwoman. "Boy, we planted a tracking device in you the first time we captured ya. It's like those things they put on those animals- except this ain't no tag. It's in your very blood."
Silently, Quatre cursed himself for being so stupid. Of course, a tracking device, it was so obvious. It really didn't matter where he went, they would always find him. Unless he could get this mechanism out of his own skin, he would be fated to this torture as long as they wanted.
"Be prepared for a bad suffering this year," Naihu continued, "They got a hold of your sisters' electronic journal," she laughed again, "It helps a lot to know about your prisoner. Whatever weaknesses you have, they know. Because your sister loved you very much, she spent a good deal of time writing about her 'wonderful little brother," Another chuckle, "Kinda ironic, ain't it? Her love causes you pain. Heh heh. In't that the way the world flows?"
What little hope Quatre had help of this not being too bad of an experience flew out the window. He could almost see it waving goodbye with a smirk. Depending on which sister, they could know a great deal, even everything, about him. The question lingered over his mind until Naihu finally answered it, seemingly being a mind reader.
"I been thinking she might be named Nitki. We been studying up on our young prince. He's not just a rich boy. He's a smart rich boy. Apparently kind too." She grinned at him, "Just goes to show we pick the best of the batch. It's more fun that way. Though we can't go believing her in everything. She thinking you're an empath! Obviously she din't get the same smarts you did."
Mentally, Quatre sighed in relief. Sure, Nitki knew a lot about him. They probably got some great ideas for torture. But Nitki didn't know the most important thing. Something that could be used against him for the most horrible things he could think of. Nitki didn't know he was a Gundam pilot.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Back with the pilots
The pilots had easily managed to escape the surrounded hotel. Now, packed in the car again, they had only each other's company to distract them from what had happened. They still remained a bit shocked from it, but were doing very well at hiding it from each other.
"We should contact Quatre's family," Trowa said, none of his inner feelings being betrayed by his monotonic voice, "They deserve to know what happened."
"Use my laptop," Hiiro replied. He was, again, the driver. "It should be in the trunk."
Reaching into the trunk, Trowa pulled the small, portable computer out. It was in a carrying case so as not to be broken by the shaking of the car moving over bumps. He pulled it out of the case and turned it on. A computer voice greeted him with a cheerful, "Good morning, Hiiro."
Trowa stared at the device for a moment, trying to understand why Hiiro would allow this. Hiiro merely stared at the road.
"Hiiro?" Trowa questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"It's permanent," Hiiro grumbled, "I can't take the damn thing off. I haven't had time to get a new one."
"Now who's making excuses?" Duo asked, still annoyed from their "discussion" that morning. "I think you needed your computer to talk to you. No one else would speak to you in such a friendly tone. I'll bet-"
"Shut up, Maxwell," Wufei interrupted, "If you provoke him you'll deserve whatever punishment he gives you."
Pouting, Duo slid lower in his seat. "It's not my fault he's a jerk."
"I didn't ask for your opinion." Hiiro spat.
"Well you've already given me yours, so I think I should be allowed to get my revenge." Duo retorted.
"Quiet," Trowa snapped, getting very irritated by their arguing, "I'm dialing up Mr. Winner. Don't embarrass Quatre with your idiocy."
"Who made you the supreme God, Barton?" Duo asked, in a very fowl mood.
"If you don't keep those two lips together for the next 5 minutes I swear I'm going to throw you out the window." Trowa said, in a very calm, eerie voice.
"Hello, Winner Corporation, Cindy speaking," A young, brunette secretary came on screen with a bright, cheerful smile. Needless to say, it wasn't met.
"I need to speak with Mr. Winner." Trowa told her, not noticing her smile dissipate.
"May I ask who's calling?" She asked, forcing a weak grin.
"Trowa Barton. It's about Quatre."
Her expression changed to one of panic with the mention of Quatre's name. "O-of course. He'll want to speak with you right away! One second, I need to get him out of a meeting." The screen showed an empty desk with a chair, she was gone quicker than the eye could see.
"Mr. Barton?" Mr. Winner sat down at the desk, his eyes wide with surprise. "Is Quatre alright?"
Immediately, Trowa felt the nervousness crawling over him and an enormous guilt swept over. Quatre's father had trusted them with the task of protecting his son and they had failed him. It was the most important mission they had ever been assigned and they'd failed miserably. "Sir," Trowa began, casing his gaze to the floor of the car, "I'm afraid I can't be sure."
Mr. Winner's face flattened into one of complete fatherly worry. "Oh God, don't tell me… not again." He placed his face in his hand and sighed deeply. "My poor boy."
"I'm sorry, sir… We tried the best we could… But they- they made all our efforts seem like a waste of time." Trowa's ability to hold back his emotions was dying, and quickly. A tear slid down his cheek as he fell silent in the wait for Mr. Winner's response.
"Don't cry, Mr. Barton," He said, grinning sadly, "Quatre wouldn't want you to cry for him… I- I'm sure he's fine. He's always been a strong boy."
More and more tears made their way out of Trowa's eyes as he could only barely manage to hold back the sobs trying to escape. "Yes, sir," Trowa replied, weakly, "The strongest person I've ever known."
End of Chapter
Gasp What? That's it!? Does Kattie want us to threaten her? Ano… no she doesn't ^^*. Forgive Kattie for her evil cliffhangers. And I'm sorry this chapter was not longer than the last. (Actually, it might be in content, there WERE a lot of notes in the last chapter) And Mizz Naihu is evil- don't let her poor grammar and wrong spelling of Miss fool you! Kattie doesn't write nice bad people. ^^* It's too much of an oxymoron.
Oh, you may have noticed Kattie's originality with the names. Naihu means knife and Nitki means diary. ^^* What? My muse is being overworked and it's showing. ^^* Poor muse.
Please review Kattie's ficcie! She's depressed after losing the beginning of this chapter. (sobs I was crying for a little while) Needs big hugs and reviews! (And hopefully forgiveness for the lateness of this chapter.) I LOVE YOU ALL! huggles May the gods/God/goddesses/goddess/etc. you believe in be kind to you!