Disclaimer: Look, if we owned the show, this new character would be in the show!
The Sixth Pilot
By: Songbreeze and Wicca_gurl
A/N: Yah, here's the 4th chapter. I think it's gonna be the longest cause we're gonna cram so much stuff in it. We don't want this fic to go on forever, plus we have a lot of more stories to write and new character's to introduce ^_^ Hope ya like it! Enjoy ^^
Songbreeze's Dedication: This is to my Mom! It's for her birthday on the 1st of September! Happy Birthday!
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... Katrina's grunt of pain was Heero's only indication that the bullet had, indeed, hit her. "Ugh," was her response. "Ya know, as much as this does hurt. It does very little damage to me," she winced. Katrina looked down and took off her tank top. Heero was surprised she could survive such a shot, and he felt slightly embarrassed that she took her shirt off.
Katrina looked at her blood soaked, white bra. "Aw, this stain's gonna be a bitch to get out!" She then took two of her fingers and reached into the hole. "I knew you'd shoot me, but I'm beginning to think it was a bad idea to let you. This hurts like a bitch!" she shouted. "Ah there we go!" she said as she pulled out the bullet. She put back her tank top on and threw the bullet back at Heero. "You shouldn't waste those," she said.
"How did you survive that," Heero said as he pinned her with an icy glare.
Katrina smirked "Looks can be deceiving Heero Yuy." She said as she left to go to her room.
Heero was left there standing. He narrowed his eyes even more and frowned. He then threw his gun to the floor and walked out of the hanger. He looked for Katrina and spotted her limping down the hall. He ran toward her till he was right beside her. "You're strong." he stated.
"I know, but pain still hurts" she winced.
A pause occurred between them. Heero looked over at Katrina. She was limping to get to her room. He could tell she felt a lot of pain when he shot her, but she wouldn't show it. But she was strong, very strong. He could tell. Heero looked at her eyes, into her eyes. They were so loving, yet so cold. She's had a bad past, her eyes told it all. Especially when she narrowed them. Whatever she was, he somehow felt that she was no danger. Did she deny who she was? Or did she take advantage of it? She was pretty cocky before he shot her, she was asking for it. She's hiding something... Something she's ashamed of... But sometimes accepts it as well. Whatever she was hiding, Heero was sure he'd find out, but he should support her as well. Something told him to.
"Let me help" he said as he put his arm around her and his hand on her stomach.
"I'll be fine," she said sadly. "It'll heal, I heal fast," she said in the same tone of voice. "And I can make my own way to my room" she said as she stumbled up the stairs.
Heero would normally let her be, but this time he didn't. He wouldn't take no for an answer. He picked her up, and carried her to her room.
"Put me down! I can get to my room by myself! I don't need your pity!" She shouted angrily.
Somehow Heero detected some playfulness in her words.
"Put me down!" she shouted again.
She stared to hit Heero on the shoulder. Even though she looked weak, she was still strong. Heero wasn't surprised anymore that she was actually hurting him. Heero snickered to himself.
"Stop laughing! Put me down...." she trailed off. She sighed angrily "Fine! Carry me!" she pouted and crossed her arms.
They finally got to her room and Heero crawled in. It was tight squeeze, but they made it. "K, I might wanna get a normal size door," Katrina laughed.
Heero laid Katrina down on her bed. Katrina glanced over at her camping cooler. She bit her lip; she was so hungry. She looked back at Heero. He was still hovering over her, still staring at her, into her eyes.
"Um, are you going to leave or what?" She said puzzled.
"I'm gonna find out who you are." Heero replied back.
Katrina knew Heero had a good chance to find out what she was. "I'm..." she started. "Never mind, you don't even believe the truth, so there's no use in telling you again," she continued
"Hn" was his only response. Heero got up, and left. He stopped at her door, and looked back at her. He then crawled out, and left.
'Finally, I thought that creepy, emotionless, weird, cute, hot, mysterious- Oh Goddess! What am I thinking! Heero's so...creepy and emotionless and weird and cute and -Ahhhh! I'm doin' it again! This isn't right! Aren't I supposed to like Duo? Wait, he said that mean thing when we were fighting, so maybe not. Oh I don't know!' Her stomach growling interrupted her thoughts. 'K, wasn't I supposed to get blood?' She got up from bed, and limped over to the camping cooler. She opened it, and grabbed a jar. She twisted off the cap, and drank from the jar; she was too hungry to get a cup. She drank the whole thing, and threw the bottle in the trash. 'I really needed that' she sighed.
Heero gasped at what he saw. 'Katrina drank blood!' he thought. Heero narrowed his eyes again and ran off.
'You know what I also need? Alcohol! I really need a drink, and possibly a drinking partner. I'm so desperate! I'd even ask Heero! Even after what just happened!' She thought as she grabbed her keys. 'Now what am I in the mood for? Maybe some Mike's, yah, I need vodka! She decided as she crawled out her door. 'Hell, I'd even ask Wufei!'
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"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" was the only thing that came out.
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"What was that? Quatre asked as he was putting on his coat.
"Wufei must have met my pets or somethin', now come on let's go!" she said as she ran out the door.
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'... On second thought, no, not Wufei! Hehehehehe! I have got to do that that again!' she thought evilly as she walked down the hall. 'Hm, I can walk now? Thank you blood!' she screamed out in her thoughts. 'Now let's get some alcohol!!!' she ran off in excitement.
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Duo peeked in Katrina's room to see if she was there. She wasn't. 'Damn! Where is she?!' Duo thought. He walked down the hall, and thought she might be in the kitchen, so he head for it. 'What's up with her, it's obvious something's botherin' her. Why won't she let me help, doesn't she trust me? Was it me that made her mad? What did I do?!' he thought. Duo made it to the kitchen, and she wasn't there. "Damnit!" he shouted.
"What is it Duo?" a voice came from behind him. Duo turned around and saw Trowa. "Oh hey Trowa! Yah, I was just lookin' for Katrina. She's not in her room, so I thought she might be down here, but she's not" Duo said annoyed. "Have ya seen her?"
"I saw her run out of the house," he said as he walked off.
"K, thanks... ... ...I guess" Duo shrugged. "Hey, when did ya see her leave?" he shouted to him.
"10 minutes ago." He replied calmly
'Maybe I should wait in her room. I really need to talk to her. There's somethin' wrong and I'm gonna find out what it is' Duo thought. He went up to her room, crawled through her door and sat on her bed to wait for Katrina.
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Katrina walked back into the mansion with a case of Mike's Hard Lemonade. She was walking toward the stairs to got o her room when Quatre suddenly spotted her.
"Hey Katrina! Can talk to you for a minute?" he called over.
Katrina knew what he wanted to talk about. She sighed and turned around "Sure!" she faked a smile.
"Good," he smiled back.
She walked into the living room and sat down next to Quatre on the couch. She set down her alcohol on the coffee table. Quatre looked over at the alcohol and sifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"What? Is it the alcohol?" she said pointing to the case.
"No, it's that, I'm not much of a drinker, and that's a lot of alcohol for you."
"Oh! No, it's not all for me. I was hoping for a drinking partner, and if I didn't get one, I'd save some for later" she said.
"Oh, ok." He replied shyly.
"Now, what did ya want to talk to me about?"
"I think you know," he replied quietly.
"I do, and Quatre, as much as I know you care, please don't interfere. It's for your good."
Quatre looked at Katrina in surprised.
"Quatre's, there's somethin' about me that you don't know, that no one knows, and you shouldn't know about." Katrina got up and lifted her case. "Like I said, it's for your own good." she said as she walked off. "Besides, you wouldn't understand. No one would," she mumbled. She wasn't sure if Quatre heard that last comment, but she prayed he did.
Katrina walked up the stairs and toward her room. She crawled in to see Duo. "What are you doing in my room?" she said nervously.
"I wanted to talk to you. There's something bothering you and I want to help," he told her as he got up off her bed.
"You wouldn't understand" she choked. Katrina walked over to her bed and set down the alcohol.
"You don't know that!" Duo replied.
"Oh yes I do!" she raised her voice.
"Katrina, please, whatever it is let me help," he said with concern in his voice. All these people were annoying Katrina. She turned around, walked over to Duo and looked him right in the face.
"Listen Duo, I know you care, but just please stay out of it! I'm dealing with, and I can deal with it alone. The less you know, the better. And I've said it before! You WOULDN'T understand!" She said coldly. "You wouldn't understand one bit!" She choked on that last part. "Now, please, get out of my room. I'd really like to be alone now." she said calmly.
Duo backed up and headed for her door. As he was crawling out he stopped. "You don't have to be so closed off. You can trust me," he said, and then continued to craw out.
Once he was out, he left. Katrina stared at her door where Duo was. She bit her lip and then turned toward her alcohol. She took a bottle from the case, and twisted the cap off. She then took the bottle and chugged it down. About 20 seconds later she was done. She looked down at the other alcohol. She took another bottle at sat down on her bed. Her back was against the head of the bed. She opened the bottle, and chugged down this one. Eventually, she drank the whole case. Some she chugged, some she didn't. She was now piss drunk.
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Heero looked at the small door. 'Who is she?' He wondered silently. Raising his hand, he opened the door.
"Hi," Katrina said.
Heero noticed that she sounded different. Her voice was lower... and she elongated the word. "Hn," he replied.
"Why are you so cold?" She asked.
Heero said nothing. He just stared at her.
"Ya know," she said as she got up and stood face to face with him. "I could warm you up," she traced little circles on his chest, lightly and teasingly. She knew she wouldn't get a... verbal answer, but she knew she would get one. Katrina smiled as a certain part of his... anatomy sprang to life. And spring it did.
Heero looked into her eyes. He was too confused. He couldn't think straight. Then he remembered what he told Trowa, 'Follow your emotions. It's the only way to live a good life.'
Katrina stared up into Heero's fathomless Prussian blue eyes and said, "Please? Please take it away. It hurts too much. Make it stop."
Heero couldn't the answer that came out of his mouth, "Yes."
Katrina grabbed his head and crushed her lips to his in a bruising kiss. She was not gentle at all. She was rough. Her kisses were rough; her movements were cold, mechanical and forceful. She used her strength to over power Heero.
When she was finished, Katrina she was so tired, she couldn't even look down at Heero. Yawning slightly, she closed her eyes and snuggled into the warmth of Heero's arms.
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The sound of a door slowly opening is what woke Katrina up.
"Hey Katrina!" Duo said as he walked in to her room, his voice overly cheerful. "Breakfast's almost... Holy SHIT!!!"
Katrina sat up looking at Duo oddly. She shifted her hands behind her back to prevent herself from falling over when she felt it. It, being another hand. Another human hand. Katrina's eyes widened slowly. A frown marred her face as her eyes grew wide with fright. Not looking behind herself while avoiding eye contact with Duo, she patted the bed behind her. Seconds later she began patting something warm and curved.
Heero woke up slowly to the sensation of something or someone slapping his face.
Katrina slowly looked behind her and came face to chest with Heero. Squeaking in surprise, she jumped a mile in the air, only to fall off the bed. An angry look slowly made it's way across her face. Katrina quickly grabbed the covers and stood up with a stern look across her otherwise beautiful face.
Making her way to the bed in only three strides, she grabbed Heero by the arm and shoved out the door, yelling, "GET OUT!!!"
As soon as Heero was outside the room, he saw Wufei and Quatre. They had been on their way to the kitchen when they heard all the clamour.
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Once Heero was outside the room, Katrina turned to Duo and yelled, "You too! What do you think this is? A free show?"
She slammed the door with such a force, the vase outside shattered.
The four boys stared at the door in awe. Suddenly it opened and Katrina's head popped out, "My God! Put some pants on!" She said as she threw his clothes at him.
As soon as those words left Katrina's mouth, all four boys noticed Heero's state of dress, or rather, undress.
Quickly murmuring an excuse of sorts, Quatre departed, followed quickly by Wufei, who was clutching his bleeding nose. Duo just stared stock still for a moment, before wandering down the hall, leaving Heero alone.
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Once Heero and Duo had left, Katrina sank to the floor and cried. 'Why did I do it?' She asked herself over and over again. The answer came to her, in a voice she recognised all too well... Steve Johnson. Steve was her mother's ex-fiancée and he was the one who had taken her innocence. He had raped her from the age of 8 to the age of 10.
'Why did you do it?' His voice mocked in her head, 'Why? Because you're a slut. A worthless whore, a tramp.'
"No, I'm not!" She shouted to the empty room.
Steve chuckled in her mind. 'Oh no? What about all those boys? The ones who's cocks you remember far more than their faces. You no better than you're mother.' His voice said with disgust.
"Got to Hell, you son of a bitch!" She snarled.
'Uh-uh-uh-uh!' He chided, 'Temper, temper, temper.'
"My Mother was not a whore! And neither am I!" She growled, her contempt for the man, shining through her face.
'Sure, sure, sure. I believe you, totally. One hundred percent. Not a doubt.' He said in the sickening voice of his, 'So,' he started, feigning innocence. 'Why did you sleep with Heero?'
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One last note! If you're name is Steve Johnson, sorry! We mean not offence by the use of this name. If you have any problems with this story, please tell us. Any suggestions or comments are welcomed. If you are gong to criticise our work, please make it constructive criticism.
The Sixth Pilot
By: Songbreeze and Wicca_gurl
A/N: Yah, here's the 4th chapter. I think it's gonna be the longest cause we're gonna cram so much stuff in it. We don't want this fic to go on forever, plus we have a lot of more stories to write and new character's to introduce ^_^ Hope ya like it! Enjoy ^^
Songbreeze's Dedication: This is to my Mom! It's for her birthday on the 1st of September! Happy Birthday!
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... Katrina's grunt of pain was Heero's only indication that the bullet had, indeed, hit her. "Ugh," was her response. "Ya know, as much as this does hurt. It does very little damage to me," she winced. Katrina looked down and took off her tank top. Heero was surprised she could survive such a shot, and he felt slightly embarrassed that she took her shirt off.
Katrina looked at her blood soaked, white bra. "Aw, this stain's gonna be a bitch to get out!" She then took two of her fingers and reached into the hole. "I knew you'd shoot me, but I'm beginning to think it was a bad idea to let you. This hurts like a bitch!" she shouted. "Ah there we go!" she said as she pulled out the bullet. She put back her tank top on and threw the bullet back at Heero. "You shouldn't waste those," she said.
"How did you survive that," Heero said as he pinned her with an icy glare.
Katrina smirked "Looks can be deceiving Heero Yuy." She said as she left to go to her room.
Heero was left there standing. He narrowed his eyes even more and frowned. He then threw his gun to the floor and walked out of the hanger. He looked for Katrina and spotted her limping down the hall. He ran toward her till he was right beside her. "You're strong." he stated.
"I know, but pain still hurts" she winced.
A pause occurred between them. Heero looked over at Katrina. She was limping to get to her room. He could tell she felt a lot of pain when he shot her, but she wouldn't show it. But she was strong, very strong. He could tell. Heero looked at her eyes, into her eyes. They were so loving, yet so cold. She's had a bad past, her eyes told it all. Especially when she narrowed them. Whatever she was, he somehow felt that she was no danger. Did she deny who she was? Or did she take advantage of it? She was pretty cocky before he shot her, she was asking for it. She's hiding something... Something she's ashamed of... But sometimes accepts it as well. Whatever she was hiding, Heero was sure he'd find out, but he should support her as well. Something told him to.
"Let me help" he said as he put his arm around her and his hand on her stomach.
"I'll be fine," she said sadly. "It'll heal, I heal fast," she said in the same tone of voice. "And I can make my own way to my room" she said as she stumbled up the stairs.
Heero would normally let her be, but this time he didn't. He wouldn't take no for an answer. He picked her up, and carried her to her room.
"Put me down! I can get to my room by myself! I don't need your pity!" She shouted angrily.
Somehow Heero detected some playfulness in her words.
"Put me down!" she shouted again.
She stared to hit Heero on the shoulder. Even though she looked weak, she was still strong. Heero wasn't surprised anymore that she was actually hurting him. Heero snickered to himself.
"Stop laughing! Put me down...." she trailed off. She sighed angrily "Fine! Carry me!" she pouted and crossed her arms.
They finally got to her room and Heero crawled in. It was tight squeeze, but they made it. "K, I might wanna get a normal size door," Katrina laughed.
Heero laid Katrina down on her bed. Katrina glanced over at her camping cooler. She bit her lip; she was so hungry. She looked back at Heero. He was still hovering over her, still staring at her, into her eyes.
"Um, are you going to leave or what?" She said puzzled.
"I'm gonna find out who you are." Heero replied back.
Katrina knew Heero had a good chance to find out what she was. "I'm..." she started. "Never mind, you don't even believe the truth, so there's no use in telling you again," she continued
"Hn" was his only response. Heero got up, and left. He stopped at her door, and looked back at her. He then crawled out, and left.
'Finally, I thought that creepy, emotionless, weird, cute, hot, mysterious- Oh Goddess! What am I thinking! Heero's so...creepy and emotionless and weird and cute and -Ahhhh! I'm doin' it again! This isn't right! Aren't I supposed to like Duo? Wait, he said that mean thing when we were fighting, so maybe not. Oh I don't know!' Her stomach growling interrupted her thoughts. 'K, wasn't I supposed to get blood?' She got up from bed, and limped over to the camping cooler. She opened it, and grabbed a jar. She twisted off the cap, and drank from the jar; she was too hungry to get a cup. She drank the whole thing, and threw the bottle in the trash. 'I really needed that' she sighed.
Heero gasped at what he saw. 'Katrina drank blood!' he thought. Heero narrowed his eyes again and ran off.
'You know what I also need? Alcohol! I really need a drink, and possibly a drinking partner. I'm so desperate! I'd even ask Heero! Even after what just happened!' She thought as she grabbed her keys. 'Now what am I in the mood for? Maybe some Mike's, yah, I need vodka! She decided as she crawled out her door. 'Hell, I'd even ask Wufei!'
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"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" was the only thing that came out.
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"What was that? Quatre asked as he was putting on his coat.
"Wufei must have met my pets or somethin', now come on let's go!" she said as she ran out the door.
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'... On second thought, no, not Wufei! Hehehehehe! I have got to do that that again!' she thought evilly as she walked down the hall. 'Hm, I can walk now? Thank you blood!' she screamed out in her thoughts. 'Now let's get some alcohol!!!' she ran off in excitement.
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Duo peeked in Katrina's room to see if she was there. She wasn't. 'Damn! Where is she?!' Duo thought. He walked down the hall, and thought she might be in the kitchen, so he head for it. 'What's up with her, it's obvious something's botherin' her. Why won't she let me help, doesn't she trust me? Was it me that made her mad? What did I do?!' he thought. Duo made it to the kitchen, and she wasn't there. "Damnit!" he shouted.
"What is it Duo?" a voice came from behind him. Duo turned around and saw Trowa. "Oh hey Trowa! Yah, I was just lookin' for Katrina. She's not in her room, so I thought she might be down here, but she's not" Duo said annoyed. "Have ya seen her?"
"I saw her run out of the house," he said as he walked off.
"K, thanks... ... ...I guess" Duo shrugged. "Hey, when did ya see her leave?" he shouted to him.
"10 minutes ago." He replied calmly
'Maybe I should wait in her room. I really need to talk to her. There's somethin' wrong and I'm gonna find out what it is' Duo thought. He went up to her room, crawled through her door and sat on her bed to wait for Katrina.
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Katrina walked back into the mansion with a case of Mike's Hard Lemonade. She was walking toward the stairs to got o her room when Quatre suddenly spotted her.
"Hey Katrina! Can talk to you for a minute?" he called over.
Katrina knew what he wanted to talk about. She sighed and turned around "Sure!" she faked a smile.
"Good," he smiled back.
She walked into the living room and sat down next to Quatre on the couch. She set down her alcohol on the coffee table. Quatre looked over at the alcohol and sifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"What? Is it the alcohol?" she said pointing to the case.
"No, it's that, I'm not much of a drinker, and that's a lot of alcohol for you."
"Oh! No, it's not all for me. I was hoping for a drinking partner, and if I didn't get one, I'd save some for later" she said.
"Oh, ok." He replied shyly.
"Now, what did ya want to talk to me about?"
"I think you know," he replied quietly.
"I do, and Quatre, as much as I know you care, please don't interfere. It's for your good."
Quatre looked at Katrina in surprised.
"Quatre's, there's somethin' about me that you don't know, that no one knows, and you shouldn't know about." Katrina got up and lifted her case. "Like I said, it's for your own good." she said as she walked off. "Besides, you wouldn't understand. No one would," she mumbled. She wasn't sure if Quatre heard that last comment, but she prayed he did.
Katrina walked up the stairs and toward her room. She crawled in to see Duo. "What are you doing in my room?" she said nervously.
"I wanted to talk to you. There's something bothering you and I want to help," he told her as he got up off her bed.
"You wouldn't understand" she choked. Katrina walked over to her bed and set down the alcohol.
"You don't know that!" Duo replied.
"Oh yes I do!" she raised her voice.
"Katrina, please, whatever it is let me help," he said with concern in his voice. All these people were annoying Katrina. She turned around, walked over to Duo and looked him right in the face.
"Listen Duo, I know you care, but just please stay out of it! I'm dealing with, and I can deal with it alone. The less you know, the better. And I've said it before! You WOULDN'T understand!" She said coldly. "You wouldn't understand one bit!" She choked on that last part. "Now, please, get out of my room. I'd really like to be alone now." she said calmly.
Duo backed up and headed for her door. As he was crawling out he stopped. "You don't have to be so closed off. You can trust me," he said, and then continued to craw out.
Once he was out, he left. Katrina stared at her door where Duo was. She bit her lip and then turned toward her alcohol. She took a bottle from the case, and twisted the cap off. She then took the bottle and chugged it down. About 20 seconds later she was done. She looked down at the other alcohol. She took another bottle at sat down on her bed. Her back was against the head of the bed. She opened the bottle, and chugged down this one. Eventually, she drank the whole case. Some she chugged, some she didn't. She was now piss drunk.
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Heero looked at the small door. 'Who is she?' He wondered silently. Raising his hand, he opened the door.
"Hi," Katrina said.
Heero noticed that she sounded different. Her voice was lower... and she elongated the word. "Hn," he replied.
"Why are you so cold?" She asked.
Heero said nothing. He just stared at her.
"Ya know," she said as she got up and stood face to face with him. "I could warm you up," she traced little circles on his chest, lightly and teasingly. She knew she wouldn't get a... verbal answer, but she knew she would get one. Katrina smiled as a certain part of his... anatomy sprang to life. And spring it did.
Heero looked into her eyes. He was too confused. He couldn't think straight. Then he remembered what he told Trowa, 'Follow your emotions. It's the only way to live a good life.'
Katrina stared up into Heero's fathomless Prussian blue eyes and said, "Please? Please take it away. It hurts too much. Make it stop."
Heero couldn't the answer that came out of his mouth, "Yes."
Katrina grabbed his head and crushed her lips to his in a bruising kiss. She was not gentle at all. She was rough. Her kisses were rough; her movements were cold, mechanical and forceful. She used her strength to over power Heero.
When she was finished, Katrina she was so tired, she couldn't even look down at Heero. Yawning slightly, she closed her eyes and snuggled into the warmth of Heero's arms.
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The sound of a door slowly opening is what woke Katrina up.
"Hey Katrina!" Duo said as he walked in to her room, his voice overly cheerful. "Breakfast's almost... Holy SHIT!!!"
Katrina sat up looking at Duo oddly. She shifted her hands behind her back to prevent herself from falling over when she felt it. It, being another hand. Another human hand. Katrina's eyes widened slowly. A frown marred her face as her eyes grew wide with fright. Not looking behind herself while avoiding eye contact with Duo, she patted the bed behind her. Seconds later she began patting something warm and curved.
Heero woke up slowly to the sensation of something or someone slapping his face.
Katrina slowly looked behind her and came face to chest with Heero. Squeaking in surprise, she jumped a mile in the air, only to fall off the bed. An angry look slowly made it's way across her face. Katrina quickly grabbed the covers and stood up with a stern look across her otherwise beautiful face.
Making her way to the bed in only three strides, she grabbed Heero by the arm and shoved out the door, yelling, "GET OUT!!!"
As soon as Heero was outside the room, he saw Wufei and Quatre. They had been on their way to the kitchen when they heard all the clamour.
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Once Heero was outside the room, Katrina turned to Duo and yelled, "You too! What do you think this is? A free show?"
She slammed the door with such a force, the vase outside shattered.
The four boys stared at the door in awe. Suddenly it opened and Katrina's head popped out, "My God! Put some pants on!" She said as she threw his clothes at him.
As soon as those words left Katrina's mouth, all four boys noticed Heero's state of dress, or rather, undress.
Quickly murmuring an excuse of sorts, Quatre departed, followed quickly by Wufei, who was clutching his bleeding nose. Duo just stared stock still for a moment, before wandering down the hall, leaving Heero alone.
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Once Heero and Duo had left, Katrina sank to the floor and cried. 'Why did I do it?' She asked herself over and over again. The answer came to her, in a voice she recognised all too well... Steve Johnson. Steve was her mother's ex-fiancée and he was the one who had taken her innocence. He had raped her from the age of 8 to the age of 10.
'Why did you do it?' His voice mocked in her head, 'Why? Because you're a slut. A worthless whore, a tramp.'
"No, I'm not!" She shouted to the empty room.
Steve chuckled in her mind. 'Oh no? What about all those boys? The ones who's cocks you remember far more than their faces. You no better than you're mother.' His voice said with disgust.
"Got to Hell, you son of a bitch!" She snarled.
'Uh-uh-uh-uh!' He chided, 'Temper, temper, temper.'
"My Mother was not a whore! And neither am I!" She growled, her contempt for the man, shining through her face.
'Sure, sure, sure. I believe you, totally. One hundred percent. Not a doubt.' He said in the sickening voice of his, 'So,' he started, feigning innocence. 'Why did you sleep with Heero?'
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One last note! If you're name is Steve Johnson, sorry! We mean not offence by the use of this name. If you have any problems with this story, please tell us. Any suggestions or comments are welcomed. If you are gong to criticise our work, please make it constructive criticism.