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Dawn
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The sun rose over the skylight that morning. Dawn was beautiful, as beautiful as the mournful being that woke at the cracks of dawn.
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Lady Une rose sluggishly from her death-like slumber. It was only about 5:00 a.m. but she always woke at this time. Throwing the covers back from her body she swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Lifting a hand to her forehead she looked towards the balcony of her apartment; it was obvious it was still dark outside, her curtains turned a hue of red that resembled blood when the sun was out.
Standing up Une walked towards her door, tripping over a pile of clothes that lay on the floor, "Damn it!" were the words that came from her lips. As she stumbled over to her door she flicked on her light. The room was a mess, particularly from small bursts of anger and laziness that overcame Une when she was depressed. Today she vowed that she would call in sick, so that she could clean up her apartment.
Calling the Preventers HQ was a hassle, lines were always busy but she got through nevertheless. Quatre just happened to be the one to pick up the phone, and his boyish voice filled her with spite against his happy demeanor, "Hello, Quatre. It's me, Lady Une."
"Yes, yes. I could tell. Is something wrong?" Quatre spoke in his usual caring way, which almost made Une smile even in her gloom.
"I don't feel so well; I won't be coming in today." She said, faking a cough quite convincingly.
"Oh. Okay. Well, see ya' Une. Hope you feel better." Quatre replied.
"Thank you.." Lady Une promptly hung up the phone and glanced around her room.
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Over the next few hours Lady Une busied herself with cleaning up her apartment, doing all the necessary chores such as laundry and vacuuming. She found it rather relieving to have thoroughly cleansed her living quarters. Opening the curtains she let the sunlight pour in, cringing as her pupils adjusted to the amount of light.
Deciding to take herself out for an afternoon in the town, she opened her closet and pulled out a spaghetti strap, white, slip dress. A strapless bra and a pair of matching panties were the only other things she brought into the bathroom with her.
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The water was like a man's warm caress over her body. As she showered she found her thoughts lingering to Treize.. She thought of him on that day in his hot bath.. She hated his calm personality; he was too collected for her liking. But no matter what she disliked about him she could always get passed it, and see him for who he was. Ingenious. Sexy. Human.
When she finished she got out and dried herself off, dressing herself in her undergarments and sliding the slip dress onto her lithe frame. She looked at herself in the mirror—beauty is what it reflected—but she could only scowl lightly. Blow-drying her hair she combed out the tame, layered strands of silky chestnut.
She smiled weakly and applied only a little bit of tinted lip-gloss, which gave her lips the appearance of a freshly watered carnation. She was every girl's dream of becoming, and every man's fantasy. But she could never see that; she needed someone to see it for her. Treize had done that for her.
She left her bathroom and sat down on her bed. She had left out a pair of opened-toed high heels. They matched her dress, white in color. She slipped them on and buckled the little strap across her ankle. Standing up she grabbed her wallet off of her nightstand and dropped it into a white purse.
Sliding the strap onto her shoulder she walked around the apartment and turned off lights, and picked up any mess she had made. She walked towards her door and was surprised when she was greeted by the sound of a knock.
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