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Ever Broken
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There was something that night that plagued Lady Une as she stayed up late to work out a peace treaty with L3 and L5. They had decided that both sides would lose too many young men to Preventers, and had since come up with a solution to their problem. If only all wars were this easy. The scratching away of her pen on her desk was soon the only sound to occupy her mind. No one else was there; everyone had a reason to go home.
There was a light crack of thunder, and a wave of rain soon splattered against the large office windows of Preventers HQ. Standing up, Lady Une filed her papers and gathered her things. She took one look out at the never-ending darkness that loomed over the city; she could not remember ever seeing it during the day. Not this way.
Slipping her coat on her shoulders, she exited her office, locking it behind her. She walked slowly towards the exit then glanced to Milliardo's office. The door was ajar, and a light peered through into the deep-set blue. She approached it cautiously and peered in. Two voices spoke in a hushed tone. Identifiably Noin. They spoke of their love, of their devotion. A quaint smile passed over Une's lips.
The door to the building slammed shut as Une departed into the rain. The weather was unforecasted, but she thought it fit. This kind of weather always fit Lady Une, despite the visage she put on for everyone. Her heart ached within her chest, and felt as if it were sinking lower than was anatomically correct. She didn't know what she was going to do tonight. Certainly nothing that was stupid.
She staggered like a drunken person to her apartment, and let herself in. She dripped a puddle onto the floor where she removed her coat. She hung it up on the rack to let it drip dry until she could wash it tomorrow. She slipped out of her drenched clothes and into something more comfortable, and warm. Curling up with a blanket and a good book she sat in bed and lulled herself to sleep.
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4:30 a.m. Her clock was bright as opened her eyes to gaze at it. The sun would rise soon and she would return to being Lady Une, stoic leader of Preventers. She rose; there was something she had to do. It wasn't important, but to her it was like letting go. She would let go of them, both of them. Although she never truly had one she would release him from her heart.
She dressed. The day was cold so she wore jeans and a nice sweater with a brown jacket. She carried nothing with her as she left her apartment, except her keys. She traveled through the nearly empty streets, and found an early florist. There she purchased two types of flowers, Roses, and Violets, and proceeded back out into the crowdless way.
It was a short walk to the wharf; she was happy to live in a coastal city. Clutching the flowers close to her heart she could feel that sinking feeling again, and she hurried to the empty docks. Her hand was unsteady as she felt along the railing--the sun was rising. Her eyes were misty although she meant to keep her wistful behavior in.
She stood at the edge of the dock, leaned against the railing. In her hand a plethora of blood red petals.
"To someone never forgotten, always desired, and forever mourned." Une's tears fell hard and ragged onto the petals as the wind swept them across the spectacular ocean. She watched the rose petals settle on the waves, and travel out to sea. She clutched her sweater, holding back the torrent of tears for Treize. She cried for him too much. He would tell her so.
Her second set of petals, violet, bluish in hue were soon clutched in her hand as well. The sun was peeking over the horizon, and she felt the warmth of a new day, a new beginning. Her arm stretched out.. her fingers unwrapped and the soft violet fluttered away.
"To someone who never was, never will be, but lusted after." Her voice was soft, relieved, so many emotions one could not put them upon paper. A soft hand settled upon her shoulder, and she turned. Bright green eyes gazed down to her and a gentle smile crossed her lips.
"You've been observant. It's nice to see you again, Trowa Barton." She chuckled.
"Same to you, Lady Une." They stood there, and observed the sun rise.
"Don't worry about Treize. He watches over you. Milliardo.. He's indecisive and pompous. You don't know how wrong you've gone about everything Une." Trowa's words filled her head and she nodded in agreement.
"We'll see, we'll see."
A/N: For the lovely people who like Noin and Milliardo. I'm sorry to see this end, and there may be a sequel. We'll see.