The 8th Day ~ Version 2.0
A/N: Just a small bit of lime at the beginning because compared to what else I can write, this is pretty tame for me. Right Princess of the Darkside? *nudge nudge* Yeah you got your mac and now you can stop bugging me. *smiles sweetly* And before you ask, yes the 17th chapter will be posted soon just as soon as I work out the sticky politics and maneuvers awight? Later y'all.
Gangsta Easta Bunny `o.o`
Chapter 4
9:28 a.m.; Tokyo, Japan
With a yawn, Trowa stretched in the bed before blinking, his eyes coming into focus rapidly. He glanced down at the figure beside him as he wrapped his arms around her. "Good morning Syd." he whispered in to her ear.
She stirred before giving him a languid smile and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Morning to you too Trowa. Though I am surprised that you're actually moving after last night."
"And why wouldn't I be moving hm? Did you think that you could tire me out?" he whispered as he kissed her neck and started to move lower. "You should know that it takes plenty to tire me out Sydney."
She giggled as she moved against him, burying her face in his hair. "Hm…don't tell me that you want to do it again do you?"
"I have nothing else to do…and I know you don't have work as well."
"And what if I want to just relax for the day?" she said, slipping out of his arms and into a thin robe. "I'm going to go and get breakfast hun."
Trowa watched as she went to the door and left the room but not before she slid him a teasing glance. "She likes this far too much." he mumbled pulling on a pair of pants before he followed her out into the kitchen. "Sydney…" he whispered, coming behind her and sliding his arms around her waist.
"Yes Trowa?" she replied with a knowing tone in her voice. "What would you like to eat?"
"You." he breathed nibbling on her earlobe.
"But I actually want to eat." she said with a pout. "Now why would you-"
Trowa turned her around and kissed her hard, bracing her against the counter. "You tease far too much for your own good." he gasped as he kissed his way down her neck.
"I don't see you complaining much now do I?" she replied in a strained voice as his hands slid up her legs.
Trowa chuckled in his throat. "You seem to like teasing as much as I like-"
A sharp knock on the door made them both look up. Trowa shot the door an evil look before Sydney turned his face back to her.
"Forget about whoever it is." she hopped up on the counter and wrapped her legs around his waist drawing him in. "It can't be that important."
Trowa kissed her again, hiking the robe up to her waist and pulling her against him tightly. She arched her back, rocking her hips against his in a slow torturing pace. His eyes narrowed with pleasure as her hand found its way into his pants and started stroking him firmly, hips bucking towards her fingers, everything else dropping away.
"Sydney…" he groaned nipping at her soft skin.
"What exactly are you waiting for?" she gasped, pulling his pants down.
That was all he needed, entering her in one swift stroke. Sydney clung to him, face in his neck as she moved her hips against his. He pounded into her, spurred on by her movements, his own head reeling. Before long the kitchen was filled with their cries as they both came and sank into each other.
"Damn, that was much better than breakfast." Sydney said a few minutes later as she kissed his neck.
"And you never listen to me. Maybe you'll let me make dinner tonight?"
"If you're here sure. I'll bring home the dessert." she gave him a wicked grin. "How about a can of whipped cream, handcuffs, you, me and the bedroom?"
Trowa grinned at her. "Sydney, you should-"
The knock came again followed by a voice. "Trowa; are you two done in there?"
Trowa rested his head against Sydney's. "Maybe it's a good thing I didn't answer the door before."
"I haven't heard that voice before. You know the person?" Sydney asked moving her hips lightly.
Trowa stifled back a groan. "Yes. And I don't think that he's going to go away." he withdrew from her reluctantly.
"You go get dressed; I'll get the door." she murmured sliding off the countertop and giving him a kiss. "No arguments."
Trowa watched as she headed for the hallway before he pulled up his pants again and went to the bedroom to pull on a shirt quickly. 'At least there's tonight.' He came into the living room to see Sydney standing opposite their guest.
"Quatre." he said, surprised to see the blond. "What are you doing here?"
Hey Trowa; sorry to interrupt you guys." his gaze flickered from Sydney to Trowa. "But this can't wait."
"Really?" he sat down in the chair beside Quatre. "What is it?"
"Well…ah…" he floundered for a minute.
"Quatre, I know all about you guys. What the hell is it? Heero finally decided to get a life or what?" Sydney said seating herself on the arm of the chair Trowa was sitting in.
"Heh…no not quite. Have anyone of you seen or talked to Amaterasu? She vanished away but I have my suspicions as to where she may be. I hope they aren't true."
"Why? Did she get a mission?"
Quatre ran a hand through his hair. "Yes; Heero sent her to kill Relena and whoever else may have know."
"But?" Sydney asked. "You could just get to the point here ya know."
Trowa couldn't help but smile faintly, an arm going around her waist; he loved her bluntness. "She didn't finish the mission did she?"
"No, she didn't. A young boy and a baby are the only survivors. The boy is around eight…nine. The baby is virtually newborn."
Heero won't be pleased with this." Trowa paused with a frown. "And you can't find her?"
"No, nowhere. I came to you because you know her almost as well as Heero."
"Heero's known her two years more than me. But if I had to hazard a guess…"
"You don't think that she skipped out and left the country do you?" Quatre said quietly.
"I'm not saying anything here. What does your gut tell you?" he asked in a level voice. 'Damn it you fool. Why didn't you just explain it to Heero; now he'll want your head.'
"It's telling me that she's gone." Quatre replied quietly. I seriously think that she has."
Trowa sighed heavily. "And you have some sort of idea where?"
"Yes." Quatre said. "I don't want to tell Heero yet; he won't be too pleased at the idea."
"And that idea would be?" Sydney asked.
"I think she's gone to China."
Trowa and Sydney fell silent not quite believing what they had just heard. 'You fool; now he can never forgive you.' Trowa's face darkened. 'Never; I hope you're prepared to lie in your bed.'
12:21 p.m.; Hong Kong, China
Amaterasu walked into the warehouse following Morgan and Duo. 'Let's see how dumb they think I am.' She remained silent as the door opened to reveal a large spacious interior filled with rows of shelving that stretched up.
"This is where we keep our weapons." Morgan said as they headed to the end.
"Hn. Amazing sets of cutlery you have here. Am I suppose to attack someone with a spoon and expect them to die?"
Duo looked back at her acerbic remark. "You think we're that dumb? Of course we have weapons. Just not out in public view; we don't like cops sneaking around and trying to, ahem, prosecute us." he gave her a smile. "Don't worry; we have weapons."
"Hn. I should hope so." she murmured, earning a glance from Morgan.
"Through the back here." Morgan replied tightly as they rounded a hidden corner.
Amaterasu froze slightly as they came to a barricaded door and Duo knocked once, paused, three time then twice more. The sound of a lock turning greeted her ears before the door swung open silently to reveal a bulky guard who stared at them impassively.
"All right Amaterasu, if you're so good, go pick out your own weapons. We'll be waiting right here and-"
"I know the way back to the house. I am not a person who requires constant attention as you two seem to think." she gave them both knowing looks.
"All right how about you just go and pick a few things for yourself eh? It's a good idea right?" Duo said trying to head off the carnage about to come.
"Yeah, if she wasn't being such a bitch about it and…where are you going?! You haven't chosen a weapon!" Morgan demanded as Amaterasu turned to leave. "How are you going to protect Wufei?"
Amaterasu paused by the door to look at Morgan with a condescending light in her eyes. "Since I know how to kill with my hands, I'm going back and not wasting my time here with you idiots."
She continued on, leaving Morgan and Duo a bit speechless by her words. 'Kami, that was a waste of time.'
Hailing a cab, she directed it to a small point just outside Wufei's house, walking in the rest of the way from there. She paused outside once she reached the grounds, looking at the house before looking at the small grove of trees off to the side. 'The grove…' She wasn't too sure why she was going this way but it called to her and she hadn't been one to ignore her instincts. Soon enough, she came to a small shaded clearing, Wufei seated in the middle and meditating. She leaned against a tree, gaze turning curious as she looked at him. 'Not that bad looking; what the hell was Heero talking about when he said that he was the worst man ever; he looks fine to me and seems to direct his men very well.' She crossed her legs in front of her as well as her arms. His simple dress did nothing to hide the fact that her new employer was very attractive; the plain black top showed off his muscled arms and torso nicely while the white pants showed the strong curve of his legs through the press of the cloth. 'Very attractive indeed…'
"Yes Amaterasu?" he asked suddenly opening his eyes and gazing back at her.
She remained clam eventually breaking contact with his eyes and looking at her feet. 'I don't believe this…I'm blushing! Kami why me? I am beyond these things now…I am…'
"Did you want something?" he asked again.
She shook her head and seated herself down beside the tree, taking up a comfortable position. 'I'll just do my job and only I know my thoughts; no one else.'
A slightly uneasy silence descended upon the grove, making her close her eyes and try and remain calm. Every once in a while, she would feel a wave of something run through her; she couldn't explain it yet she knew that Wufei was watching her every few minutes or so.
"Is there something you want Wufei?" she asked eyes snapping open to find his gaze locked on her. Her breath caught as she found herself drawn into those black depths.
"Hm. I'm going back to the house." was all he said before rising and dusting off the bits of petals and leaves from his clothes.
Amaterasu fell instep beside him, the scenery around them passing by slowly.
"I thought you went to get weapons?" he asked giving her a critical look.
"I was. But I tired of Morgan and Duo; I left easily and quickly enough." she replied softly. "I can use my hands. I don't need a gun to do my job."
"Morgan would be of a different opinion." Wufei looked ahead now.
"Well good for her then. I don't need her telling me what to do." Amaterasu paused. "If one lives by the sword, eventually ones dies by it as well."
Wufei didn't reply simply nodding his head as they walked in through the front door. "Do you play chess?"
She glanced at him startled by his sudden question. "Chess? Hai, I play it. I more prefer cards though. Why; do you want to play?"
"No." he retorted. "Better to play than do nothing else."
"I thought you had a library."
"I read early in the morning or later on at night." he regarded her. "Or are you a bad chess player?"
Amaterasu narrowed her eyes as Wufei gave her a semi-triumphant smirk. "Though I am playing right into your hands, I will…humor you and play with you."
Wufei didn't reply only walking down the hall to open an door and motion in with his hand. She walked in, seeing a chess set already set up, waiting to be used. 'That wasn't set up this morning. What does Wufei really want out of this game?'
"Shall we begin?" he asked, pulling out the chair for her.
She gave a strange look before seating herself in it and studying the board. "Do you have a color preference?"
"No; that doesn't matter; it is the skill of the player that determines the match, not the color."
She met his eyes for a few seconds before looking at her pieces pointedly.'Shimatta…what is wrong with me?' She could feel the flush in her cheeks; they always seemed to do that whenever she was around him or he looked at her for more than a few seconds.
"It's your move; white goes first." Wufei said quietly.
"I know that." she snapped, glaring at him.
She refocused her attention to the board, feeling a bit guilty. 'I must be sick…guilt…when have I ever felt that before? He can't possibly be good for my health.' She pushed all her other thoughts away as she concentrated on the game, intent on winning. A white pawn sacrificed, a black rook darting in to set up a strategy, pieces came and went until they were down to their final eight. 'He's good. We've been tied throughout this whole game…I have to beat him.'
"Great, they must be back." Wufei muttered as the front door opened and slammed shut. "Took them long enough to get back here. What the hell did they do at the warehouse?"
"You want an answer to that?" she asked quietly, studying the board. "With those two, you may not like it."
Wufei looked at her, a small smile on his face. "Good point there. If they aren't out somewhere, they're up half the night keeping me awake with their noises."
"And you let them do that?"
"They're my best employees and my friends." he replied with a shrug. He froze as if he hadn't exactly wanted to admit that to someone else. "Amaterasu…"
"Friends…" she murmured wistfully. "Shall we finish the-"
"I told you she would be here with Wufei. Morgan, it is her job so would ya quit being so paranoid about it?" Duo said as he opened the library door and gestured with evident irritation.
"You have faith in her whereas I do not." Morgan scrutinized Amaterasu hard.
"Did your eyes freeze that way or have you nothing else better to do with your time onna?" Amaterasu snarled at Morgan, half annoyed at her and half annoyed at herself.
Morgan's lips thinned with anger. "I don't need your bitch supreme attitude you know. I have much better things to do with my time than stare at your ugly mug."
"So chop to it then onna and stop staring." she retorted turning her attention back to the board.
"Oh that's it. I've had enough of you and-" Morgan started, stomping into the room as she cracked her knuckles.
"All right babe, let's go." Duo swiftly grabbed her by the waist and dragged her out of the room as she cursed Amaterasu. "Sorry Wufei. I'll get her to calm down."
Amaterasu glanced up at Wufei once the door closed softly, Morgan's curses still audible through the wood. "What's so funny?" she asked slightly curious as to why he had a grin on his face.
"I've only seen Morgan get mad at one other person like that."
"Does she have the same sweet attitude also?" Amaterasu didn't bother to hide the sarcasm like she normally did.
Wufei nodded. "She's not overly fond of defectors and traitors."
"Explains her warm reception towards me." she snorted. "Who's the other person?"
"Dorothy. The biggest pain in my side next to Heero."
"Get rid of her then."
"I can't since my other reconnaissance expert has gone, she's the only other one I have left here and I need her."
"Hm. Get rid of her when he comes…someone's at the door." she said rising slowly and moving stealthily towards it.
Wufei fell silent as she crept towards the door, avoiding the creaky spots that she had walked on when she entered the room. Her hand rested on the knob gently and grasped it before yanking it open hard locking the person in a chokehold just after they hit the ground.
"Let me go damn it!"
Amaterasu narrowed her eyes at the struggling blonde in her arms, tightening her grip imperceptibly. The blonde gave a strangled sound before fighting back just as hard.
"Let her go. It's only Dorothy."
Amaterasu looked up at him. "You're sure."
Wufei gave a dry laugh. "Yes."
Reluctantly she released her chokehold and rose, leaving the person to sputter for air n the ground. "So you're Dorothy huh?"
"Yes." Dorothy rose, her eyes flashing with anger. "I need to talk to Wufei in private."
Amaterasu glanced back at Wufei, seeing the clear expression of aversion in his eyes. "Gomen but you have to wait in line like all the others." she replied in a sarcasm tinged voice.
"What?" Dorothy asked. "I said I need to talk to Wufei in private. Who the hell do you think you are anyways?"
"I'm the bodyguard and if you don't leave I'll happily kick you out on your arrogant ass in five seconds. You annoy me already."
"A bodyguard Wufei? You have got to be joking me here. What do you…hey! Let go!" Dorothy yelled as she was dragged out by her long hair. "Yu can't do this, you have no-"
Amaterasu slammed the door in her face and locked it. "She is extremely annoying. A shame I had to slam the door in her face, ne?"
Wufei gestured for her to sit back down so they could finish their game. "I think this is going to work out just fine."
7:49 p.m.; Tokyo, Japan
With a weary sigh Heero looked over the reports of the income from L1 and L2. 'I need a vacation from this.' He let the papers fall from his hands before rubbing his temples as he closed his eyes. 'I just hope Quatre gets back to me on whatever it was he was going on about. Hell I haven't even gotten to watch the news for the day.'
"Heero-sama?"
He looked up to see Quatre coming into the room quietly. "Have a seat. So what did you need to tell me?"
"Well…there's no good way to put this so I'm just going to say it. Amaterasu is gone."
"Gone? What do you mean gone?" "Gone. Would you happen to know where she has gone to?"
"Yeah I do. You sure you want to know this one?"
"Yes. It's bad enough that Wufei already has the upper edge on me and I have no ground here. I already started complete monopolization of the shipment of weapons so the bastard will find it hard to stock up on supplies. I really don't need this bad news now."
"You didn't see the news today?" Quatre asked surprised. "Wow; no wonder you have no idea. Angela didn't watch it either?"
"She went down to the business district; people not paying up." he paused. "What's on the news?"
Quatre flicked his eyes to the blank TV in the bookcase before taking the remote and turning it on.
Heero watched as the every cheery news personality made the homicide sound like the worst event on the face of the earth. Three black body bags were carried out on stretchers, a small child holding a police officer's hand with a stony expression. The baby was in a woman's arms as she tried to soothe its cries for its dead mother. Heero watched as the scene shifted to an officer standing at the podium and started talking about the facts. Heero grabbed the remote and shut off the TV.
"When did it happen?"
"Early in the morning. About late four a.m. or early five a.m. is the estimated time of death. Cause is single bullet wounds to the area around the base of the skull and the neck." Quatre paused as Heero remained silent. "Did you want me to-"
"No." he said quickly. "Leave her be. She can stay where she is at the moment."
Quatre nodded his head. "Then I'll leave you now then Heero-sama."
Heero simply nodded his head, turning back to his desk as the door was shut softly. 'So you've gone to China now have you…' He picked up a photo on the desk from when they were children; even then her expression had always been somber and serious; as if she had only know pain her entire life. 'Have you gone back to your other half? Have you gone back to you other home?'
Note:
-sama: added to a name as a trem of respect; as much as i can gather the rough English equivalent is Mr. or Mrs. though I've heard it means more.
Furor: *in a sling and a leg cast seated on a wheelchair*And there is Chapter 4. all nicely done and re-edited. Amazing that I find the time…but then again I never want to do my French.
Jasmine: Yeah Momo!!!
Princess: She finally sees the light.
Furor: Yeah, in time to fail my French exam and take it in summer skool.
Peridot: *comes in on crutches and plunks herself down in the chair beside Furor* Dumb bitch…made me use crutches…
Furor: Ah Shaddup you dumbass; you stuck me in a wheelchair…I oughta…
Peridot: What? What could you do you busted up retard?!
Furor: I'll give you the smack down! You won't know what hit you!! *starts wheeling chair over*
Princess: All right you two, calm down now. I think you've had enough for the day now.
Peridot: *gets up and starts making way over to Furor*
Jasmine: *steps in and whacks Peridot over the head* Sit the heeeeelllllll back down onna!!! *points to chair*
Princess: Furor…don't make me call Spatula eh?
*both go back to corners and settle down, grumbling and mumbling about chairs and recruiting help*
Princess: Well since they're busy and all guess I get to wrap this up. Me and Jasmine.
Jasmine: YAH!!!!! All right peoples, stay tuned in for the next chapter in which someone else takes steps towards the final ending and the little Lily; will she get out of Wufei's hands?
Princess: And then tension mounts between certain parties with revelations abounding. Furor's getting good at this me thinks. *eyes go blank* "One who is seemingly gone shall arise again…"
Jasmine: You OK there Princess; you turning into Hitomi on me?
Princess: No. I still can't believe that she killed him off…how could she?!
Jasmine: All right then. Ja ne minna and make sure to leave reviews cause Furor loves those!! *looks back to see Peridot and Furor in the process of strangling each other* Oi! You two stop right now!!
Princess: They are such children… *goes to help Jasmine*
