Okay, you guys are seeming to like this. I'm not sure how long this chapter is going to be. Maybe it will be short, since I'm having a little bit of trouble typing today. Perhaps I'll make a few short chapters today. Who knows with me... Well, here's chapter five. (I own no one or anyting unless I tell you that I do.) Look for some notes at the end of this chapter,alright?
Characters that I own:
Claudia
Claudia's puppy
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Lita looked out over the Arabian desert. She'd been here for about three hours, waiting to meet someone. Who this person was, she didn't know. She'd just gotten a letter in the mail yesterday that said for her to meet someone out here for something important. There was no signature, no finger prints, no return address. The frickin letter had been typed, for cripe's sake! This person obviously didn't want her to know who they were.
Sitting in the jeep that she had gotten from that cheap bartender where she'd killed Dean Kincade, who brought in a small sized bounty afterall of that she went through to get him, she put her ffet up on the steering wheel and laid her head back. As her eyes closed, she pulled on the hood of her cloak so that she wouldn't get sand in her face while she took a quick nap.
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A tall masked figure approached the jeep. The girl inside was peacefully sleeping. The figure smiled and pulled back the hood of her cloak. She still looked the same to him, despite all of the things she'd done to alter her appearance. He caressed her cheek lightly and then gently put her hood back on. She moved a little in her sleep.
"Claudia," she whispered. "Quatre........."
Jealousy stabbed at the figure's heart. She loved Quatre, even after what had happened. The figure scoffed, swearing revenge on the rich little snot named Quatre. He laid an envelope in her open hand and pressed down on it. In reflex, Lita's hand closed over the envelope. The figure removed his mask slightly and kissed her cheek.
"Quatre," she whispered again. "Don't leave me.....I love you....."
The figure was outraged. He put his mask back on and climbed into his jeep. With one more look at the sleeping beauty that he adored, he sped off, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.
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Sputtering, Lita sat up. She coughed and spit out the sand that had blown into her mouth.
"Stupid sand storms," she growled. The she noticed something in her closed hand. "What in the hell," she mumbled.
Quickly, she ripped open the envelope and took out the neatly folded letter. She read it outloud to herself.
Dearest Lita, (the letter read.)
So, you've decided to go back to Quatre, huh? What about all of the heart ache that he caused you? Are you just going to throw all of that away and run back into his arms?
Well, that's not what I came here to talk to you about. I know about, your daughter, Lita. I know that her name is Claudia. I know that she has platinum blonde hair that looks just like her father's. I know that it's softer than silk. I know that she has your eyes. And they are filled with such innoence that it will make your heart skip a beat just to look into them. She looks just like you. Both of you are angels sent to bless this world and people's lifes......
I'm not going to tell you who I am and how I know about you and Claudia and her father. All of that will come in due time. What you have to know is that I will be watching you. If you want to see Claudia once again, await my next instructions. Soon, you will see that all that happened in your life will have been for the best. Take care, Little One.
The letter was not signed, and this only served to confuse Lita even more. Who in the world had pulled this stunt. And bringing Claudia in on it..... What did they mean about her seeing Claudia again? Claudia was dead..... *Sure, it would be nice to believe that Claudia is alive somewhere,* Lita thought to herself.
"Sickos," she growled and turned on the jeep, not even paying attention as it roared into life and tore across the desert sand. The whole way back to Quatre's mansion she thought about how she'd track down this pervert and gut them like a fish.
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Lita stormed into the mansion and threw the jeep keys onto a hall table, not caring if they made it to the table or not.
She stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of red wine the butler offered her. She sank down onto a stool, placed the wine on the table, and buried her face in her arms. Even though she didn't make a noise, the tears silently flowed, just slightly.
She sat up, wiped her eyes, and started sipping her wine. The liquid was cool, sweet and slid down her throat deliciously. She savored the taste of it, the feel of it runinng down her throat gently.
After she finished off the glass, and refusing another from the butler, she left the kitchen and found herself in the garden. She stared at the roses, admiring their beauty, but not really seeing them at all. She was in a daze and didn't care to shake herself from it.
"Admiring the roses," a voice behind her asked.
"Yes," she answered. "Have you been stalking me Quatre?"
"No, I was just coming out here to look over the gardens," Quatre said in his calm way. "I love roses. They always remind me of a special angel that seems to always be in my heart.
"Hmm," Lita sighed, drinking in the heady scent of the roses. She was so caught up in their beauty that she didn't even mind when Quatre sat down beside her.
"Something troubling you," he asked, looking at her while she stared at the roses, totally inthralled.
"Not really," she lied easily. She bestowed a gentle smile on him. Her heart fluttured as he smiled back.
"Good," he said.
Feeling all of those emotions, the ones for him that she wanted to keep locked up inside, resurfacing, she got up and walked off. She had been trying so hard to keep them inside. *But do you really want them to stay inside,* a voice asked her silently. *Of course,* she hissed to herself. *I've had enough of men to last me a lifetime or three. I don't need them for anything, nor do I want them.* The voice chuckled at Lita's childishness. *Are you so sure about that,* the voice quizzed. *Everytime he's near you, you want him. What not just give in? You know you want him.......*
Tears starting to flow, Lita turned back to Quatre. She knew that the voice was right, oh so right! How couldn't it be right? It was just her inner desires in voice. She couldn't deny it.
"Quatre," she cried. In a very child-like manner, she ran to him and flung herself into his arms. "I love you still. That's my constant torment. Even when I hate you, I love you so much it hurts."
"Oh, Lita," he crooned. "I've always loved you and I always will. No matter what, I'll always love you."
"I'm so foolish," she cried, clinging to him as if he'd just dissapear at any moment. "I'm so stupid......"
"No," he coaxed. "You're not stupid. You're the loveliest, most beautiful girl that I've ever met. I'll love you until the end of time. I know that when you push me away, you don't really mean it."
"I don't mean it," she cried. "I just can't cope anymore. You're my rock, Quatre, and I push you away. When I do that, it kills me inside. Please, forgive me."
"Always, love," he sighed, kissing the top of her head lightly. "God, I love you so much....."
She looked up into his blue eyes. Smiling, she knew that this was right. She kissed him then and there, not caring who saw her. Her, Ryoko, the heartless bounty hunter, kissed Quatre with so much passion that his face turned bright crimson and threatned to stay that color.
As they walked back inside, hand in hand, Lita heard someone come running up behind them. Out of reflex, she put her hand on the handle of her handgun and turned around. Turned around, that is, just in time to catch a small girl with pink hair, who screamed at the top of her lungs "ANUTIE LITA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and hugged Lita's neck so hard that her breath was nearly cut off.
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Okay, that's enough for now. I'm sorry if this stunk on ice, but I just kind of jumped the gun. I wasn't planning on putting Lita and Quatre together so soon....... Oh well, what's done is done. Okay now on to more important matters. I'm trying to finish the first chapter of my Heero/Lita fic. As you know, I already have a Trowa/Lita fic, and this one is going to be a Quatre/Lita fic, I guess. I might change that later, might not. I'm also working on a Duo/Lita fic. So, who thinks that I should write a Wufei/Lita fic. I've decided that he might be worth enough for the fair Lita-chan. How about we vote for it? If you want a Wufei/Lita let me know in your reviews. If you don't, let me know about that too. I was talking to a fellow author and she pointed something important out to me. You wanna know what that was? Serena is the only SM girl that looks great with all of the gundam pilots. That makes me a bit mad, since Lita is my favorite of all of them. You should read that author's works she's pretty good. Two of her stories are on my "Favorite Stories" list. Check them out. They're "For the Love of my Pirate" and "Forever My Love". I totally loved them. Well, I'm done talking now and you guys are probally thinking, "Oh, thank god, the torment is over!" Review! Later Days, Loyal Readers.
Characters that I own:
Claudia
Claudia's puppy
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Lita looked out over the Arabian desert. She'd been here for about three hours, waiting to meet someone. Who this person was, she didn't know. She'd just gotten a letter in the mail yesterday that said for her to meet someone out here for something important. There was no signature, no finger prints, no return address. The frickin letter had been typed, for cripe's sake! This person obviously didn't want her to know who they were.
Sitting in the jeep that she had gotten from that cheap bartender where she'd killed Dean Kincade, who brought in a small sized bounty afterall of that she went through to get him, she put her ffet up on the steering wheel and laid her head back. As her eyes closed, she pulled on the hood of her cloak so that she wouldn't get sand in her face while she took a quick nap.
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A tall masked figure approached the jeep. The girl inside was peacefully sleeping. The figure smiled and pulled back the hood of her cloak. She still looked the same to him, despite all of the things she'd done to alter her appearance. He caressed her cheek lightly and then gently put her hood back on. She moved a little in her sleep.
"Claudia," she whispered. "Quatre........."
Jealousy stabbed at the figure's heart. She loved Quatre, even after what had happened. The figure scoffed, swearing revenge on the rich little snot named Quatre. He laid an envelope in her open hand and pressed down on it. In reflex, Lita's hand closed over the envelope. The figure removed his mask slightly and kissed her cheek.
"Quatre," she whispered again. "Don't leave me.....I love you....."
The figure was outraged. He put his mask back on and climbed into his jeep. With one more look at the sleeping beauty that he adored, he sped off, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.
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Sputtering, Lita sat up. She coughed and spit out the sand that had blown into her mouth.
"Stupid sand storms," she growled. The she noticed something in her closed hand. "What in the hell," she mumbled.
Quickly, she ripped open the envelope and took out the neatly folded letter. She read it outloud to herself.
Dearest Lita, (the letter read.)
So, you've decided to go back to Quatre, huh? What about all of the heart ache that he caused you? Are you just going to throw all of that away and run back into his arms?
Well, that's not what I came here to talk to you about. I know about, your daughter, Lita. I know that her name is Claudia. I know that she has platinum blonde hair that looks just like her father's. I know that it's softer than silk. I know that she has your eyes. And they are filled with such innoence that it will make your heart skip a beat just to look into them. She looks just like you. Both of you are angels sent to bless this world and people's lifes......
I'm not going to tell you who I am and how I know about you and Claudia and her father. All of that will come in due time. What you have to know is that I will be watching you. If you want to see Claudia once again, await my next instructions. Soon, you will see that all that happened in your life will have been for the best. Take care, Little One.
The letter was not signed, and this only served to confuse Lita even more. Who in the world had pulled this stunt. And bringing Claudia in on it..... What did they mean about her seeing Claudia again? Claudia was dead..... *Sure, it would be nice to believe that Claudia is alive somewhere,* Lita thought to herself.
"Sickos," she growled and turned on the jeep, not even paying attention as it roared into life and tore across the desert sand. The whole way back to Quatre's mansion she thought about how she'd track down this pervert and gut them like a fish.
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Lita stormed into the mansion and threw the jeep keys onto a hall table, not caring if they made it to the table or not.
She stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of red wine the butler offered her. She sank down onto a stool, placed the wine on the table, and buried her face in her arms. Even though she didn't make a noise, the tears silently flowed, just slightly.
She sat up, wiped her eyes, and started sipping her wine. The liquid was cool, sweet and slid down her throat deliciously. She savored the taste of it, the feel of it runinng down her throat gently.
After she finished off the glass, and refusing another from the butler, she left the kitchen and found herself in the garden. She stared at the roses, admiring their beauty, but not really seeing them at all. She was in a daze and didn't care to shake herself from it.
"Admiring the roses," a voice behind her asked.
"Yes," she answered. "Have you been stalking me Quatre?"
"No, I was just coming out here to look over the gardens," Quatre said in his calm way. "I love roses. They always remind me of a special angel that seems to always be in my heart.
"Hmm," Lita sighed, drinking in the heady scent of the roses. She was so caught up in their beauty that she didn't even mind when Quatre sat down beside her.
"Something troubling you," he asked, looking at her while she stared at the roses, totally inthralled.
"Not really," she lied easily. She bestowed a gentle smile on him. Her heart fluttured as he smiled back.
"Good," he said.
Feeling all of those emotions, the ones for him that she wanted to keep locked up inside, resurfacing, she got up and walked off. She had been trying so hard to keep them inside. *But do you really want them to stay inside,* a voice asked her silently. *Of course,* she hissed to herself. *I've had enough of men to last me a lifetime or three. I don't need them for anything, nor do I want them.* The voice chuckled at Lita's childishness. *Are you so sure about that,* the voice quizzed. *Everytime he's near you, you want him. What not just give in? You know you want him.......*
Tears starting to flow, Lita turned back to Quatre. She knew that the voice was right, oh so right! How couldn't it be right? It was just her inner desires in voice. She couldn't deny it.
"Quatre," she cried. In a very child-like manner, she ran to him and flung herself into his arms. "I love you still. That's my constant torment. Even when I hate you, I love you so much it hurts."
"Oh, Lita," he crooned. "I've always loved you and I always will. No matter what, I'll always love you."
"I'm so foolish," she cried, clinging to him as if he'd just dissapear at any moment. "I'm so stupid......"
"No," he coaxed. "You're not stupid. You're the loveliest, most beautiful girl that I've ever met. I'll love you until the end of time. I know that when you push me away, you don't really mean it."
"I don't mean it," she cried. "I just can't cope anymore. You're my rock, Quatre, and I push you away. When I do that, it kills me inside. Please, forgive me."
"Always, love," he sighed, kissing the top of her head lightly. "God, I love you so much....."
She looked up into his blue eyes. Smiling, she knew that this was right. She kissed him then and there, not caring who saw her. Her, Ryoko, the heartless bounty hunter, kissed Quatre with so much passion that his face turned bright crimson and threatned to stay that color.
As they walked back inside, hand in hand, Lita heard someone come running up behind them. Out of reflex, she put her hand on the handle of her handgun and turned around. Turned around, that is, just in time to catch a small girl with pink hair, who screamed at the top of her lungs "ANUTIE LITA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and hugged Lita's neck so hard that her breath was nearly cut off.
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Okay, that's enough for now. I'm sorry if this stunk on ice, but I just kind of jumped the gun. I wasn't planning on putting Lita and Quatre together so soon....... Oh well, what's done is done. Okay now on to more important matters. I'm trying to finish the first chapter of my Heero/Lita fic. As you know, I already have a Trowa/Lita fic, and this one is going to be a Quatre/Lita fic, I guess. I might change that later, might not. I'm also working on a Duo/Lita fic. So, who thinks that I should write a Wufei/Lita fic. I've decided that he might be worth enough for the fair Lita-chan. How about we vote for it? If you want a Wufei/Lita let me know in your reviews. If you don't, let me know about that too. I was talking to a fellow author and she pointed something important out to me. You wanna know what that was? Serena is the only SM girl that looks great with all of the gundam pilots. That makes me a bit mad, since Lita is my favorite of all of them. You should read that author's works she's pretty good. Two of her stories are on my "Favorite Stories" list. Check them out. They're "For the Love of my Pirate" and "Forever My Love". I totally loved them. Well, I'm done talking now and you guys are probally thinking, "Oh, thank god, the torment is over!" Review! Later Days, Loyal Readers.