"Dominic, I told you I won't work with you anymore!" I yelled into the
phone.
"Fine Middie Une have it your way. But lemme tell ya, the Armagedon Clan pays rich."
"You're...you're part of the clan?"
"Damn straight. You can't pass up an offer like that now can ya?"
"You bastard, You joined something so wrong. You know that war doesn't solve anything!
"Yeah it does, it keeps up the economy for us "bastards"."
"I won't work with you, work for yourself!"
"Fine you're loss."
I hung up the phone and shrank into the corner. I couldn't, I couldn't work for the Armagedon clan, never, Trowa was trying to fight it.
The sunlight ran through the drapes like water as it crept into the living room. I held my cup of coffee tightly to my lips as I wondered what Trowa was doing. I knew he believed in justice but not when justice was so cruel.
I called Trowa again, no answer. I thought that he was just angry at me but the thought of him and war ran across my mind.
My coffee hit the floor with a great thud, the brown liquid flew in all directions hitting the rug. I hurriedly cleaned up the mess and turned on the television.
"Today in news, the military in an attempt to stop the infestation of Armagedon has sent out troupes to parts all around the world. Including the Gundam pilots. They will set out this morning at 7:45 am, let us hope for the best." The television blasted, my heart almost stopped. Trowa, he had gone, he was gone. He was fighting...fighting for a lost cause.
It was only 7:30.
I quickly buttoned up my coat and ran out into the blistering cold. I hurriedly called a taxi as I told the grim driver to speed up to the military base.
As the yellow car pulled up towards to gates of the base I rushed out only to find the pilots flying into the horizon.
The bright sun blinded my eyes as the wind of the mobile suits pulsated through my hair. I looked up at the sky and yelled out loud. "Trowa!" Yet, he was already gone. Tears fled from my eyes as I rubbed them away with my jacket sleeve. The soft cotton bottoms padded my eyes. It was the only comfort I could give myself.
I had no choice but to head back home. I had no choice. No, I did have a choice. I fled into the Military base as the doors opened for me.
The Military's nurses air ship had not set out yet. They were still signing in nurses, I ran towards the ship.
"Excuse me miss are you going to attend this flight?"
"Yes."
"Good, we need more nurses." It was abnormal for a nurse to accept total strangers aboard a ship. Yet, I knew that people had to be more trustworthy, or else the war would never end.
I sat beside a window as the ship set off. I could over hear the other nurses talking about how the war had ended so soon and started again. I cursed those of the Armagedon Clan and cursed the bad name of Dominic.
We arrived late in the night as soldiers were rushed into the tents that the others had set up.
Lost bodies were rushed from the depts of space and those who were not found had no chance to live. I knew that Trowa had probably set out with the other Gundam pilots. They were stationed to fight on Earth and not in space.
The ship that we were housed in flew into every zone where the fighting was and it was very late when we arrived where the Gundam pilots were stationed.
The cold wind flew into my hair and lifted each tendril into the midnight breeze. I waited for the ship to land and for the nurses to bring each of the pilots in. I waited and waited for Trowa to come onto the ship. Hoping that he was safe. This was the last ship that would bring the pilots home.
Suddenly I saw a shadow in the distance. Trowa? He limped with a bad leg hampering him for walking well. I rushed towards him as he collapsed to the ground.
I picked him up.
"Middie?" His words were weak and his breath was raspy.
"Trowa! Don't speak. You'll hurt yourself!"
"No Middie, it's over. I'm over. The guy hit me with a big punch. Send me flying. Out of my suit." He coughed, but not only his words. Drops of blood dripped from the sides of his mouth.
"No Trowa, you're not over. This is the ship where all the nurses are."
"Middie, I...I'm sorry I fought."
"You damn better be. You fought! I told you..." tears flooded in my eyes as I held them as tightly as I could.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, for everything."
"So am I!"
"Middie, I'm sorry I didn't tell you eariler, how I felt about you...I love you."
"Trowa! I know you do. Trowa, I love you too! I always have. Trowa!"
"This is the way I always wanted to die, with an angel...looking over me." I could feel his back relax. Yet, it was in the most chilling way I had ever felt. I rushed to feel his pulse. Nothing...
I could feel my pupils dialate and my breath grow short. Suddenly a din of memories flooded my mind and my eyes grew swollen.
"Trowa, Wake up! Trowa! This isn' funny Trowa! Damn it! Wake up! Trowa!!!" Tears flooded down the sides of my cheeks and onto Trowa. It was totally silent, but not the total silence, for I could hear the sounds of foot steps looming towards me.
"I knew it, he would live a soldier die a soldier. He will be forgotten just like the others." I didn't turn around for I knew it was Dominic. Dominic had probably hopped an air ship just to arrive where all the action was, where all the death was.
"Shut up! He'll never be forgotten you dirty bastard. You dirty fucking bastard! I'll make sure of it! I'll make damn sure of it!"
"Sure you will. See you later bitch, I gots me some "spying" to do." The thought suddenly hit me. Dominic probably wasn't a petite thief after all, no way could a petite thief pay for an expensive porche like Dominic had. He was a spy all along for the Armagedon Clan.
"You bastard, you were spying on me the whole time. You got him killed!"
Dominic turned and gave an evil laugh. The laugh echoed around the mountains. "So what if I did, besides, I love you Middie...I told you that you shouldn't have left me."
"You said I would die, not him!"
"Maybe I did, I said that you're fucking dead, but you know you are fucking dead without your pretty boy looking out for you. See you around tootz." He walked a way into the distance with a cigarette pinned on his mouth. I held my breath and picked up Trowa's lifeless body towards the ship.
Life was meaningless.
"Fine Middie Une have it your way. But lemme tell ya, the Armagedon Clan pays rich."
"You're...you're part of the clan?"
"Damn straight. You can't pass up an offer like that now can ya?"
"You bastard, You joined something so wrong. You know that war doesn't solve anything!
"Yeah it does, it keeps up the economy for us "bastards"."
"I won't work with you, work for yourself!"
"Fine you're loss."
I hung up the phone and shrank into the corner. I couldn't, I couldn't work for the Armagedon clan, never, Trowa was trying to fight it.
The sunlight ran through the drapes like water as it crept into the living room. I held my cup of coffee tightly to my lips as I wondered what Trowa was doing. I knew he believed in justice but not when justice was so cruel.
I called Trowa again, no answer. I thought that he was just angry at me but the thought of him and war ran across my mind.
My coffee hit the floor with a great thud, the brown liquid flew in all directions hitting the rug. I hurriedly cleaned up the mess and turned on the television.
"Today in news, the military in an attempt to stop the infestation of Armagedon has sent out troupes to parts all around the world. Including the Gundam pilots. They will set out this morning at 7:45 am, let us hope for the best." The television blasted, my heart almost stopped. Trowa, he had gone, he was gone. He was fighting...fighting for a lost cause.
It was only 7:30.
I quickly buttoned up my coat and ran out into the blistering cold. I hurriedly called a taxi as I told the grim driver to speed up to the military base.
As the yellow car pulled up towards to gates of the base I rushed out only to find the pilots flying into the horizon.
The bright sun blinded my eyes as the wind of the mobile suits pulsated through my hair. I looked up at the sky and yelled out loud. "Trowa!" Yet, he was already gone. Tears fled from my eyes as I rubbed them away with my jacket sleeve. The soft cotton bottoms padded my eyes. It was the only comfort I could give myself.
I had no choice but to head back home. I had no choice. No, I did have a choice. I fled into the Military base as the doors opened for me.
The Military's nurses air ship had not set out yet. They were still signing in nurses, I ran towards the ship.
"Excuse me miss are you going to attend this flight?"
"Yes."
"Good, we need more nurses." It was abnormal for a nurse to accept total strangers aboard a ship. Yet, I knew that people had to be more trustworthy, or else the war would never end.
I sat beside a window as the ship set off. I could over hear the other nurses talking about how the war had ended so soon and started again. I cursed those of the Armagedon Clan and cursed the bad name of Dominic.
We arrived late in the night as soldiers were rushed into the tents that the others had set up.
Lost bodies were rushed from the depts of space and those who were not found had no chance to live. I knew that Trowa had probably set out with the other Gundam pilots. They were stationed to fight on Earth and not in space.
The ship that we were housed in flew into every zone where the fighting was and it was very late when we arrived where the Gundam pilots were stationed.
The cold wind flew into my hair and lifted each tendril into the midnight breeze. I waited for the ship to land and for the nurses to bring each of the pilots in. I waited and waited for Trowa to come onto the ship. Hoping that he was safe. This was the last ship that would bring the pilots home.
Suddenly I saw a shadow in the distance. Trowa? He limped with a bad leg hampering him for walking well. I rushed towards him as he collapsed to the ground.
I picked him up.
"Middie?" His words were weak and his breath was raspy.
"Trowa! Don't speak. You'll hurt yourself!"
"No Middie, it's over. I'm over. The guy hit me with a big punch. Send me flying. Out of my suit." He coughed, but not only his words. Drops of blood dripped from the sides of his mouth.
"No Trowa, you're not over. This is the ship where all the nurses are."
"Middie, I...I'm sorry I fought."
"You damn better be. You fought! I told you..." tears flooded in my eyes as I held them as tightly as I could.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, for everything."
"So am I!"
"Middie, I'm sorry I didn't tell you eariler, how I felt about you...I love you."
"Trowa! I know you do. Trowa, I love you too! I always have. Trowa!"
"This is the way I always wanted to die, with an angel...looking over me." I could feel his back relax. Yet, it was in the most chilling way I had ever felt. I rushed to feel his pulse. Nothing...
I could feel my pupils dialate and my breath grow short. Suddenly a din of memories flooded my mind and my eyes grew swollen.
"Trowa, Wake up! Trowa! This isn' funny Trowa! Damn it! Wake up! Trowa!!!" Tears flooded down the sides of my cheeks and onto Trowa. It was totally silent, but not the total silence, for I could hear the sounds of foot steps looming towards me.
"I knew it, he would live a soldier die a soldier. He will be forgotten just like the others." I didn't turn around for I knew it was Dominic. Dominic had probably hopped an air ship just to arrive where all the action was, where all the death was.
"Shut up! He'll never be forgotten you dirty bastard. You dirty fucking bastard! I'll make sure of it! I'll make damn sure of it!"
"Sure you will. See you later bitch, I gots me some "spying" to do." The thought suddenly hit me. Dominic probably wasn't a petite thief after all, no way could a petite thief pay for an expensive porche like Dominic had. He was a spy all along for the Armagedon Clan.
"You bastard, you were spying on me the whole time. You got him killed!"
Dominic turned and gave an evil laugh. The laugh echoed around the mountains. "So what if I did, besides, I love you Middie...I told you that you shouldn't have left me."
"You said I would die, not him!"
"Maybe I did, I said that you're fucking dead, but you know you are fucking dead without your pretty boy looking out for you. See you around tootz." He walked a way into the distance with a cigarette pinned on his mouth. I held my breath and picked up Trowa's lifeless body towards the ship.
Life was meaningless.