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Chapter 6-A parting of ways
* * * * Relena felt the sun on her face, warm and golden. Slowly, she was brought back to consciousness by its soft rays. Her eyes fluttered open and looked up into the sky and then quickly away, because it was so bright. She looked at her brother, who was still asleep. His mouth hung open and a line of drool was dropping out. He shifted slightly and whined in a very annoyed tone "Nooooooin!" Then he smacked his lips a few times and turned over.
Relena couldn't help but smile. He still was a little boy at heart. She turned on her back to stretch and yawn, and then threw the blanket off and got up from the cot. Grabbing a pile of clothes from the corner, she knocked on the door to be let out. The guard unlocked it with a clank and escorted her to the bathroom.
After she had cleaned herself up, she was escorted back to the cell, the door slamming behind her. Milliardo sat on his cot, shoving spoonfuls of oatmeal into his mouth. Relena giggled and he looked up.
"Whaphm?" he asked. Relena grinned and pointed to the side of her mouth. "Oh." He realized, mouth still full of food, and he wiped off his cheek with the sleeve of his shirt, then continued stuffing his face. Relena sat down and picked up her bowl.
"If we ever we out of this place, you're going to have to be civilized again. You eat like an animal."
Milliardo didn't even look up. Instead, he just shrugged and scooped up the mush at the bottom of his bowl. When he had finished everything and licked the bowl clean, he replied.
"Well, at least it stays hot that way." Relena gave him a scolding look and glanced at her bowl. She held it out to him.
"Want mine?" Milliardo grabbed the bowl and had barely said "sure" before he was scarfing it all up. He looked at Relena between mouthfuls.
"Why domp you wump any?" Relena raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know, I'm just no that hungry." She made a face. " Besides, who could eat after watching you?" Milliardo stopped to glare at her for half a second and then kept eating.
Right when he finished they heard the key grate against the lock and the door swung open. They both looked up in surprise. A guard, dressed in full uniform, marched inside, a rifle propped on his shoulder. Behind him, at least six others stood at attention. The lead guard addressed them, looking straight ahead.
"Prisoners, the captain has requested your presence in the interrogation room at 0900. We will escort you to your destination." He turned around and marched out of the room. The six other guards filed in. Relena's face turned stark white and her eyes grew wide. Milliardo tried to remain calm and dignified. He drew himself up to his full height, taller than all of the guards.
Four broke rank and went to cuff the prisoners, two to each person. Relena glanced at Milliardo and saw the look he gave her. Keep calm. Show no fear. As the cuffs snapped her wrists behind her back, Relena tried to gain her composure and hide her terror behind the political mask she had practiced so many times.
They were marched out of the cell with the lead guard in front, then another, Milliardo, two guards, another guard, Relena, and two more guards bringing up the rear. They tramped down the dark hall, up a flight of stairs, and through a thick door. A hall ran in front of them and Milliardo's guards shoved him to the left. The leader motioned to Relena's guards to take her down the right. Relena's front fell and she cried out.
"No. No! NOOO!" she began to cry and she tried to turn to her brother. He was bellowing and pushing all three guards with his broad shoulders.
"Get out of my way!! No! I won't!! RELENA!!"
The tears were cascading down her cheeks.
"Milliardo! No! Milliardo, HELP!" She struggled against the hands that were now pulling her away. She could only see a blurred Milliardo through her tears. The guards were trying to restrain him, but it wasn't working too well. His white hair was going every which way and he kept yelling.
"You can't make me! I won't! NO! I WILL NOT!!! RELENA!!!" The leader ran to help them. He hit her brother with the butt of his rifle. Relena was giving off glass shattering shrieks.
"Stop it! Leave him alone! Stop it!" The guards were gradually getting him back to a door. Relena was pulling so hard the cuffs cut her wrists and she could feel a trickle of blood in the palm of her hand. The guards were pulling her through a door. She could see him collapse on his knees. He called out to her.
"Be strong! Be strong!"
Then the door was slammed shut and she saw no more.
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In the same mansion where Relena had tried to travel to so many weeks ago, important leaders, representatives, Senators, and every other sort of politician were gathered to discuss the possibility of armistice in Earth and all the colonies.
Quatre Winner, dressed in his best, was also among them. He made casual conversation with different acquaintances, bringing up the recent news. Of course, he was no politician, but a wealthy patron of the conference, so he was welcomed warmly.
A light brunch was being served before the conference officially started. Quatre floated from group to group, greeting old friends and taking a sip from his wineglass every now and then. The main topics for conversation were the giant gas explosion on the colony of L12 and the fact that the feds had found absolutely nothing on the Peacecraft kidnapping. Security guards were surrounding the mansion, fearing that another dignitary would disappear at any given moment.
Quatre sat down at one of the many white clothed tables. The representatives from colonies L15 and L10, a colonel, and their wives greeted him. He nodded to all of them with a smile and said good morning.
"So," he started off, chuckling, "What were we discussing before I so rudely interrupted?"
"Oh no." said the British colonel "Do not fret. The more the merrier, I say. We were just speculating about what happened on L12."
Quatre raised his eyebrows at the inquisition. The representative of L15 who was sitting next to him chimed in.
"Yes, evidently it was a gas explosion. A mushroom cloud was seen by quite a few of the locals and they alerted the police. The peculiarity of it is that is that it occurred in the middle of a swamp."
One of the wives picked up the conversation. "The swamp was actually in a nature preserve. The officials found the source of the explosion and reported it as a gas break." Quatre furrowed his brow.
"Strange indeed." he commented. "Who is the representative of L12?" Another wife pointed out a very tired and worn man sitting a few tables away. Quatre clucked his tongue and frowned. He sighed.
"Poor man. But have you heard about he news of the Peacecrafts? Or actually the lack thereof!" Everyone laughed and began to gossip about who could have done it until the diplomats started to filter through two large doors and into the conference room.
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Hope that was enjoyable.. Soon to come- Is Relena Gonna Get It?
(We can all hope..)
Chapter 6-A parting of ways
* * * * Relena felt the sun on her face, warm and golden. Slowly, she was brought back to consciousness by its soft rays. Her eyes fluttered open and looked up into the sky and then quickly away, because it was so bright. She looked at her brother, who was still asleep. His mouth hung open and a line of drool was dropping out. He shifted slightly and whined in a very annoyed tone "Nooooooin!" Then he smacked his lips a few times and turned over.
Relena couldn't help but smile. He still was a little boy at heart. She turned on her back to stretch and yawn, and then threw the blanket off and got up from the cot. Grabbing a pile of clothes from the corner, she knocked on the door to be let out. The guard unlocked it with a clank and escorted her to the bathroom.
After she had cleaned herself up, she was escorted back to the cell, the door slamming behind her. Milliardo sat on his cot, shoving spoonfuls of oatmeal into his mouth. Relena giggled and he looked up.
"Whaphm?" he asked. Relena grinned and pointed to the side of her mouth. "Oh." He realized, mouth still full of food, and he wiped off his cheek with the sleeve of his shirt, then continued stuffing his face. Relena sat down and picked up her bowl.
"If we ever we out of this place, you're going to have to be civilized again. You eat like an animal."
Milliardo didn't even look up. Instead, he just shrugged and scooped up the mush at the bottom of his bowl. When he had finished everything and licked the bowl clean, he replied.
"Well, at least it stays hot that way." Relena gave him a scolding look and glanced at her bowl. She held it out to him.
"Want mine?" Milliardo grabbed the bowl and had barely said "sure" before he was scarfing it all up. He looked at Relena between mouthfuls.
"Why domp you wump any?" Relena raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know, I'm just no that hungry." She made a face. " Besides, who could eat after watching you?" Milliardo stopped to glare at her for half a second and then kept eating.
Right when he finished they heard the key grate against the lock and the door swung open. They both looked up in surprise. A guard, dressed in full uniform, marched inside, a rifle propped on his shoulder. Behind him, at least six others stood at attention. The lead guard addressed them, looking straight ahead.
"Prisoners, the captain has requested your presence in the interrogation room at 0900. We will escort you to your destination." He turned around and marched out of the room. The six other guards filed in. Relena's face turned stark white and her eyes grew wide. Milliardo tried to remain calm and dignified. He drew himself up to his full height, taller than all of the guards.
Four broke rank and went to cuff the prisoners, two to each person. Relena glanced at Milliardo and saw the look he gave her. Keep calm. Show no fear. As the cuffs snapped her wrists behind her back, Relena tried to gain her composure and hide her terror behind the political mask she had practiced so many times.
They were marched out of the cell with the lead guard in front, then another, Milliardo, two guards, another guard, Relena, and two more guards bringing up the rear. They tramped down the dark hall, up a flight of stairs, and through a thick door. A hall ran in front of them and Milliardo's guards shoved him to the left. The leader motioned to Relena's guards to take her down the right. Relena's front fell and she cried out.
"No. No! NOOO!" she began to cry and she tried to turn to her brother. He was bellowing and pushing all three guards with his broad shoulders.
"Get out of my way!! No! I won't!! RELENA!!"
The tears were cascading down her cheeks.
"Milliardo! No! Milliardo, HELP!" She struggled against the hands that were now pulling her away. She could only see a blurred Milliardo through her tears. The guards were trying to restrain him, but it wasn't working too well. His white hair was going every which way and he kept yelling.
"You can't make me! I won't! NO! I WILL NOT!!! RELENA!!!" The leader ran to help them. He hit her brother with the butt of his rifle. Relena was giving off glass shattering shrieks.
"Stop it! Leave him alone! Stop it!" The guards were gradually getting him back to a door. Relena was pulling so hard the cuffs cut her wrists and she could feel a trickle of blood in the palm of her hand. The guards were pulling her through a door. She could see him collapse on his knees. He called out to her.
"Be strong! Be strong!"
Then the door was slammed shut and she saw no more.
* * * *
In the same mansion where Relena had tried to travel to so many weeks ago, important leaders, representatives, Senators, and every other sort of politician were gathered to discuss the possibility of armistice in Earth and all the colonies.
Quatre Winner, dressed in his best, was also among them. He made casual conversation with different acquaintances, bringing up the recent news. Of course, he was no politician, but a wealthy patron of the conference, so he was welcomed warmly.
A light brunch was being served before the conference officially started. Quatre floated from group to group, greeting old friends and taking a sip from his wineglass every now and then. The main topics for conversation were the giant gas explosion on the colony of L12 and the fact that the feds had found absolutely nothing on the Peacecraft kidnapping. Security guards were surrounding the mansion, fearing that another dignitary would disappear at any given moment.
Quatre sat down at one of the many white clothed tables. The representatives from colonies L15 and L10, a colonel, and their wives greeted him. He nodded to all of them with a smile and said good morning.
"So," he started off, chuckling, "What were we discussing before I so rudely interrupted?"
"Oh no." said the British colonel "Do not fret. The more the merrier, I say. We were just speculating about what happened on L12."
Quatre raised his eyebrows at the inquisition. The representative of L15 who was sitting next to him chimed in.
"Yes, evidently it was a gas explosion. A mushroom cloud was seen by quite a few of the locals and they alerted the police. The peculiarity of it is that is that it occurred in the middle of a swamp."
One of the wives picked up the conversation. "The swamp was actually in a nature preserve. The officials found the source of the explosion and reported it as a gas break." Quatre furrowed his brow.
"Strange indeed." he commented. "Who is the representative of L12?" Another wife pointed out a very tired and worn man sitting a few tables away. Quatre clucked his tongue and frowned. He sighed.
"Poor man. But have you heard about he news of the Peacecrafts? Or actually the lack thereof!" Everyone laughed and began to gossip about who could have done it until the diplomats started to filter through two large doors and into the conference room.
* * * *
Hope that was enjoyable.. Soon to come- Is Relena Gonna Get It?
(We can all hope..)