Hello. This will be chapter 3, right? Man, I'm losing concentration. Someone keeps putting on the scroll lock and I have no clue what it does, but it bugs me to death. But anywho, how are you peoples liking this story so far? I've made my decision about the inner scouts. I'm not going to tell you, you're just gonna have to find out for yourselves. So, now that everything is outta the wway and you know that I own no one in this story unless I tell you that I do, on with the story!
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Lita quietly sat down at the piano and pulled back the key-cover. Gently, she ran her slender fingers over the keys, pleased by the shape this piano was in. It was in perfect condition. She started by playing a few simple scales then progressed to playing "Elise" by Mozart. She was so swept up in the music and the beauty of it all that she didn't even notice Quatre standing in the doorway.
"You always played so beautifully," he said dreamily.
"So did you," she said, closing her eyes. "Do you still play violin?"
"Yes," he said calmly. "Do you still sing?"
"Not as much as I would like," she replied sadly. "Play something with me."
"Alright," Quatre said, taking his violin out of the glass case in the corner. "What shall we play?"
"How about 'Greensleeves'," Lita asked. "It was always one of my favorites."
"You start," he said, positioning the violin correctly. They played "Greensleeves" in a perfect duet, him on the violin and her on the piano. For this time, they were at peace with one another. Then the song ended and Lita once again became bitter with him.
"What do you want," she asked, not looking at him.
"Just thought that I'd tell you that the mission has been posponed until next month," he said, putting his violin back.
"Good," she said to herself. "Now I have some free time. You can leave now, you know."
"Why are you so mad at me," he asked.
Lita slammed her fists down on the keyboard. She rose to her feet, sending the piano's bench flying backwards. She turned to him with lightning and murder in her eyes.
"How can you ask me that, Quatre," she asked. "After what happened."
"What happened," he asked, really wanting to know what had her so mad at him.
"You used me," she shrieked. "You said you loved me and then you left. I thought that you were different! But you are just the same! You're the reason for all of my hurt. You and this stupid war. I needed you and you left. You left me with nothing except Cla--"
Lita stopped herself in time. She was about to spill her secret. She had sworn to herself that she would never tell Quatre about what had happened. Even though she'd considered telling him just to break his heart, she decided that she would keep it to herself. It was her pain and her bussiness. Even if he was the fa--
"What were you going to say," he asked calmly. "Go ahead, finish you sentence."
"No," she said in a deadly whisper. "You don't deserve to know."
With that said, she stormed out of the room and out of the house. Quatre sighed. *Why does she keep pushing me away,* he asked himself mentally. *I wish she'd tell me. Hey, what's that?*
From off of the floor, Quatre picked up a faded photograph of a small child and a woman who was Lita at age 18. He smiled, remembering how things used to be back then. He examined the child carefully. She looked so familiar somehow. He turned the photo over and read the print on the back. It read: "Lita and Claudia. Ages: 18 & 1".
"Claudia," Quatre whispered. Somehow, that name rung a bell.
(Flash back, a few years ago........)
"Quatre," a female voice whispered. "Quatre, dear. Are you awake?"
The girl sighed and made to get up, but Quatre pulled her back.
"A where do you think you're going," he asked with a smile.
"I was going to get dressed and go to work, if that's alright with you," she laughed, laying on top of him.
"Why not stay with me today," he asked, playing with her long, brown hair.
"I've missed enough days already," she said, giggling. "What are you thinking about, love?"
"I was thinking about having children," he sighed. "If we were to have a child, I'd want a little girl with eyes just like your's. If she did, she'd be a beautiful little angel."
"We're not ready for children," she said gently.
"But if we were to have a child, what would you name her," he asked.
"Claudia," she replied.
"That's beautiful," Quatre said. "Like a little silver bell. Say it again."
"You're crazy," she said, kissing him. "I have to get to --"
Quatre silenced her with a shower of passionate kisses. She moaned and giggled.
"Maybe I can just call in late," she said, rolling over onto her back.
(End of flashback..........)
"But could this be," Quatre asked himself outloud in confusion. "I need to find Lita."
Quatre ran down the halls and around the huge house looking for Lita. But she was no where inside. That only left one place.
"Outside," he panted. He ran outside and looked around in the fading sunlight. He couldn't think of anywhere that Lita would be. Then he happened to glance up at the setting sun and silouetted against the orange and blood-red sky, standing on the branch of an ancient oak tree, leaning against the trunk, was Lita.
"Lita," he called softly.
"My, you're presistant," she sighed. She climbed down from the tree and stood in front of Quatre. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to ask you about this photograph," he said, holding it out to her.
"Where did you get that," she asked, snatching it away from him. "Forget that you saw it because I'm not telling you."
She stormed off, leaving Quatre standing there in the growing darkness.
"Lita," he whispered, longing in his voice.
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The weeks passed and soon the day that Lita regretted was drawing closer. It was August 12, and that day was growing closer every passing moment. Lita closed herself up in her room and refused to come out at all. The guys, who had gotten to know her, started to get worried. One blonde pilot in particular was worrying so much that he was never paying attention to anything, his thoughts always drifting back to Lita.
On the 15 August, the boys started to get discouraged. They had decided that if Ryoko, as she was still known as by everyone except Quatre, who called her "Lita" in private, didn't come out by noon, they were busting down the door to see what was going on.
At 11:59 sharp, Lita strolled downstairs. But she no longer looked like the proud and beautiful bounty hunter that they had met a few weeks ago. She was wearing a long sleeved old jersey, her hair hadn't been attentended to, and her eyes were puffy and red, as if she had been crying for a long time.
Silently, she sat down at the table, her barefeet padding on the floor. Something about her struck a chord in the pilot's hearts. She'd become almost like one of them and it pained them to see her like this.
She timidly grabbed a biscuit and took a small bite out of it. She talked to no one, her eyes always downcast. She stopped eating all together after two small bites. She just held the biscuit in her hand and stared off into space, seemingly looking at the table. He hands were shaking and they could tell that she hadn't eaten in a while. Suddenly, a single tear ran down hre cheek.
"What's wrong," Duo asked gently.
"Nothing," she said, wiping her eyes on her shirtsleeve. "Nothing's wrong, I've just something in my eye." {Ah, the age-old excuse to cover up your tears. It's a classic!}
"Something's wrong," Trowa said. {Did he just talk? I think he did!}
"It's just the two-year anniversary," Lita mumbled.
"Two year anniversary of what," Quatre asked with great intrest.
"Nothing," Lita said, pulling her legs up into the chair with her, one knee pulled up to her chest and the other crossed under the first. She laid her forehead on her knee and didn't look at the pilots.
"What's this the second anniversary of," Heero asked in his monotone voice.
"It's nothing, ok," she said, slamming a fist down on the table.
"You're lying," Duo said. "Now please, tell us what's wrong. Maybe we can help."
"You can't help me," she said, resting her chin on her knee and looking at Duo. "No one can help me."
"Tell us, and we'll tell you if we can help you," Quatre said.
"I had a baby once," she whispered, looking at no one, putting her forehead back on her knee.
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Wll, that's all for now. How'd ya guys like it so far? Review and tell me what you think. I'm still going to wait for 5 reviews before I update. Go review, shoo- shoo! J/K! Later Days, Loyal Readers.
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Lita quietly sat down at the piano and pulled back the key-cover. Gently, she ran her slender fingers over the keys, pleased by the shape this piano was in. It was in perfect condition. She started by playing a few simple scales then progressed to playing "Elise" by Mozart. She was so swept up in the music and the beauty of it all that she didn't even notice Quatre standing in the doorway.
"You always played so beautifully," he said dreamily.
"So did you," she said, closing her eyes. "Do you still play violin?"
"Yes," he said calmly. "Do you still sing?"
"Not as much as I would like," she replied sadly. "Play something with me."
"Alright," Quatre said, taking his violin out of the glass case in the corner. "What shall we play?"
"How about 'Greensleeves'," Lita asked. "It was always one of my favorites."
"You start," he said, positioning the violin correctly. They played "Greensleeves" in a perfect duet, him on the violin and her on the piano. For this time, they were at peace with one another. Then the song ended and Lita once again became bitter with him.
"What do you want," she asked, not looking at him.
"Just thought that I'd tell you that the mission has been posponed until next month," he said, putting his violin back.
"Good," she said to herself. "Now I have some free time. You can leave now, you know."
"Why are you so mad at me," he asked.
Lita slammed her fists down on the keyboard. She rose to her feet, sending the piano's bench flying backwards. She turned to him with lightning and murder in her eyes.
"How can you ask me that, Quatre," she asked. "After what happened."
"What happened," he asked, really wanting to know what had her so mad at him.
"You used me," she shrieked. "You said you loved me and then you left. I thought that you were different! But you are just the same! You're the reason for all of my hurt. You and this stupid war. I needed you and you left. You left me with nothing except Cla--"
Lita stopped herself in time. She was about to spill her secret. She had sworn to herself that she would never tell Quatre about what had happened. Even though she'd considered telling him just to break his heart, she decided that she would keep it to herself. It was her pain and her bussiness. Even if he was the fa--
"What were you going to say," he asked calmly. "Go ahead, finish you sentence."
"No," she said in a deadly whisper. "You don't deserve to know."
With that said, she stormed out of the room and out of the house. Quatre sighed. *Why does she keep pushing me away,* he asked himself mentally. *I wish she'd tell me. Hey, what's that?*
From off of the floor, Quatre picked up a faded photograph of a small child and a woman who was Lita at age 18. He smiled, remembering how things used to be back then. He examined the child carefully. She looked so familiar somehow. He turned the photo over and read the print on the back. It read: "Lita and Claudia. Ages: 18 & 1".
"Claudia," Quatre whispered. Somehow, that name rung a bell.
(Flash back, a few years ago........)
"Quatre," a female voice whispered. "Quatre, dear. Are you awake?"
The girl sighed and made to get up, but Quatre pulled her back.
"A where do you think you're going," he asked with a smile.
"I was going to get dressed and go to work, if that's alright with you," she laughed, laying on top of him.
"Why not stay with me today," he asked, playing with her long, brown hair.
"I've missed enough days already," she said, giggling. "What are you thinking about, love?"
"I was thinking about having children," he sighed. "If we were to have a child, I'd want a little girl with eyes just like your's. If she did, she'd be a beautiful little angel."
"We're not ready for children," she said gently.
"But if we were to have a child, what would you name her," he asked.
"Claudia," she replied.
"That's beautiful," Quatre said. "Like a little silver bell. Say it again."
"You're crazy," she said, kissing him. "I have to get to --"
Quatre silenced her with a shower of passionate kisses. She moaned and giggled.
"Maybe I can just call in late," she said, rolling over onto her back.
(End of flashback..........)
"But could this be," Quatre asked himself outloud in confusion. "I need to find Lita."
Quatre ran down the halls and around the huge house looking for Lita. But she was no where inside. That only left one place.
"Outside," he panted. He ran outside and looked around in the fading sunlight. He couldn't think of anywhere that Lita would be. Then he happened to glance up at the setting sun and silouetted against the orange and blood-red sky, standing on the branch of an ancient oak tree, leaning against the trunk, was Lita.
"Lita," he called softly.
"My, you're presistant," she sighed. She climbed down from the tree and stood in front of Quatre. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to ask you about this photograph," he said, holding it out to her.
"Where did you get that," she asked, snatching it away from him. "Forget that you saw it because I'm not telling you."
She stormed off, leaving Quatre standing there in the growing darkness.
"Lita," he whispered, longing in his voice.
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The weeks passed and soon the day that Lita regretted was drawing closer. It was August 12, and that day was growing closer every passing moment. Lita closed herself up in her room and refused to come out at all. The guys, who had gotten to know her, started to get worried. One blonde pilot in particular was worrying so much that he was never paying attention to anything, his thoughts always drifting back to Lita.
On the 15 August, the boys started to get discouraged. They had decided that if Ryoko, as she was still known as by everyone except Quatre, who called her "Lita" in private, didn't come out by noon, they were busting down the door to see what was going on.
At 11:59 sharp, Lita strolled downstairs. But she no longer looked like the proud and beautiful bounty hunter that they had met a few weeks ago. She was wearing a long sleeved old jersey, her hair hadn't been attentended to, and her eyes were puffy and red, as if she had been crying for a long time.
Silently, she sat down at the table, her barefeet padding on the floor. Something about her struck a chord in the pilot's hearts. She'd become almost like one of them and it pained them to see her like this.
She timidly grabbed a biscuit and took a small bite out of it. She talked to no one, her eyes always downcast. She stopped eating all together after two small bites. She just held the biscuit in her hand and stared off into space, seemingly looking at the table. He hands were shaking and they could tell that she hadn't eaten in a while. Suddenly, a single tear ran down hre cheek.
"What's wrong," Duo asked gently.
"Nothing," she said, wiping her eyes on her shirtsleeve. "Nothing's wrong, I've just something in my eye." {Ah, the age-old excuse to cover up your tears. It's a classic!}
"Something's wrong," Trowa said. {Did he just talk? I think he did!}
"It's just the two-year anniversary," Lita mumbled.
"Two year anniversary of what," Quatre asked with great intrest.
"Nothing," Lita said, pulling her legs up into the chair with her, one knee pulled up to her chest and the other crossed under the first. She laid her forehead on her knee and didn't look at the pilots.
"What's this the second anniversary of," Heero asked in his monotone voice.
"It's nothing, ok," she said, slamming a fist down on the table.
"You're lying," Duo said. "Now please, tell us what's wrong. Maybe we can help."
"You can't help me," she said, resting her chin on her knee and looking at Duo. "No one can help me."
"Tell us, and we'll tell you if we can help you," Quatre said.
"I had a baby once," she whispered, looking at no one, putting her forehead back on her knee.
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Wll, that's all for now. How'd ya guys like it so far? Review and tell me what you think. I'm still going to wait for 5 reviews before I update. Go review, shoo- shoo! J/K! Later Days, Loyal Readers.