A/N: *looks around* Hey, he isn't here. *smiles*
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I entered my sanctuary, the doors making a swish as they closed behind me. For the most interesting reasons I constantly found myself feeling as if I was on the starship 'Enterprise' whenever I was in headquarters.
The room was round and nothing but metallic metal; the crazy thing was it soothed me. I constantly felt like I did nothing but run around in a circle. Things never were better or worse, just constantly the same.
The seats were funky egg shaped chairs with a half dome covering. They were deep, you were normally consumed inside. The outsides were silver, but their inner coverings were either silver, navy blue, or black. Three of them stood in a round circle, facing each other.
I plopped down in the black one.
The magazine began to wrinkle as I felt my own grip tighten for no apparent reason.
I couldn't help but scrunch up my own eyebrows in my self-induced confusion.
Why exactly did it bother me that the one I ran to get away from had his picture on a magazine? Several hundred actually but just this one, I mean, it was just that, paper with pictures and words on it. So, I was shaking why?
I brought my head up to stare at the ceiling, which had giant lights the lit up the room.
So am I really a coward?
I ran because I couldn't handle it, was that a cowardly thing to do? Did I even try to turn the tables in my favor?
For four 'random' years I'd kept everything before Amy's beginning completely piled within Marron. As well as Marron herself. How long had it been since she came back.
So here I was, trying to stuff Marron back in the bag I'd thrown her in, in the closet of my mind. And here she was, thanks to a magazine with a simple picture.
So, was that a good thing?
Screw the question. As a matter of fact screw the answers. I had a feeling I didn't want them.
I leaned back more into the cushions of my seat. The muscles in my back relaxing just the slightest.
I'd probably kill him if I ever saw him again anyways.
Rather than throwing the thing against the wall I resorted to reading the other captions that were on the cover.
His face was burned into my mind now. Like a hot iron that scared skin.
Growling, I shoved the thing to the side of me. The magazine falling unattended in between the cushion.
My thoughts of reason could come up with on three choices. I was either that mottled, or truly that was it.
I could go on and forget about it.
I couldn't help but growl out loud.
Yeah right
I could go back and face it.
…No
Okay so that was only two. But what else could I do? Let it get to me and become even emotionally worse than I was?
Was that healthy?
Was it the right thing to do?
My eyes moved to stare at a large part of the corner of the zine that was sticking out.
Of course it wasn't healthy. Nothing I did was healthy. Nothing I did was the right thing. Nothing I did made sense for that matter. Confusion was all too familiar thing.
Glaring at the thing, I hesitated before pulling it back onto my lap and opening it up to the first page.
The Table of Contents.
It seemed so final.
Searching for a split second I saw the article on him and turned to the page as nonchantely as I could make it look.
I'd lost my ability to act right then and there.
I stopped at the page.
Staring at it quietly, I bit my lower lip.
Did I really want to?
I couldn't help but be mad at myself. I'd faced more horror in the past four years, and this was worse why?
Huffing, I stood up with the magazine not far from my face.
Why should I care?
Growling, more at myself than the frustration, I closed and threw the magazine on the chair as I stood. I felt the muscles in my legs growing stiff.
I ran my left hand through my hair, pulling my bangs all the way to the back. Only to have them move themselves back to their former place; at the sides of my head blended in with the rest of my hair. Maybe I should change my hairstyle. I couldn't help but give a huff. I felt packed anger release a small part of itself as I headed for the exit. Placing one foot in front of the other in cautious, angry steps. I'd had enough for tonight.
I felt a tug at the thin ice around my heart. I did miss him, didn't I?
The exit door slid open and I couldn't help but stop in the middle of it. My head turned without my direction to look back. Feeling somewhat torn, I swallowed and turned my head in the direction I was heading.
I needed a vacation.
I think.
Or would that just make me worse?
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I turned down another hall, basically just wandering. But work called again. This is what I hated about my job. It was nice pay, very nice pay, but you couldn't even wander in peace.
"What is it?"
Okay, so I growled at the guy whom was in the shadows about to tell me who wanted me at the moment. You'd think they'd all expect that from me now, you'd think they'd all stuff jumping in surprise when they knew I knew they were there.
Go figure.
"Shawle wants you in his office."
Was it just me, or did he sound like he was doomed? Or was the tone for me?
I couldn't stop the growl that literally escaped.
Oh he was gonna get when I'd been trying to hold back.
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I stomped into my superior's office, more than determined to give him some stifled venom. In other words, a verbal assault that bit. But then again I never did like the fact that the man always had about fifty guards in his large, metal, enclosed office. Twenty-five bordering each side, so that when you walked down they each had a full of you.
God I hated his office.
I focused my attention on the cocoa skinned man that was sitting about twenty meters ahead, leaning back a slightly over sized chair, with a large desk surrounding him. And he was glaring at me.
The usual greeting.
Walking up to his desk, I straightened my posture even more and crossing my arms in the process. I couldn't help the solemn look that paced the features I now only recognized as stone. The stone cold that was never leaving.
God, now I'm depressed.
"It's good to know that even you can have fun. But could you find amusement on your own time" he hissed.
Now exactly what was he talking about? Okay, so I had glued Alb's pants to his bed about three days ago, but that's what he got for questioning my authority. I was seriously above the fourth rate agent as well.
I shrugged anyway, he was still glaring. I just glared back, normal reaction.
"You called?"
He gulped again, literally. I wondered still why I put so much fear into this guy.
"Listen Amy," he said seriously.
My eyebrows narrowed, his tone intriguing.
"Ah've checked with every other organization, and turns out this guy just izn't on our turf."
Our turf?
God, I swear I'd never get used to his phrases. Turf? I wasn't aware we had a 'turf'.
"He's a threat to global security."
Same old, same old.
I was getting sick of this, everything was a threat to global security. There wasn't anything that wasn't a threat.
I nodded my head, telling him I understood and trying so hard not to roll my eyes.
I stared for a few more moments.
Guess he isn't going to say anymore.
My legs made a quick turn with me and before I knew it I was off.
I nearly glared at them. Since when had I lost track of my body?
"And Ames."
I stopped; I didn't like it when he did that. Maybe I should've kept going, I already knew what he was going to say.
'Take Mitchel.
"Take Mitchel."
Grand.
My body stiffened on its own accord then sent me towards the exit.
I didn't give you permission!
Grand, not even I knew what I was going to do next. And if that man didn't stop smiling behind my back I'd kill him.
But as I wanted to turn my head to send a death glare his way, my neck wouldn't hear it.
This is humiliating.
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O2: Short, I know. But I wonna know what ya think.
Voice: Women! HUMPH!
O2: *blinks* Okay, I haven't had any coffee in days. So why am I still hallucinating.
Wufei: *appears out of nowhere* That good for nothing second pilot couldn't handle a simple minded woman and left me to the task.
O2: *mouth agape*
Wufei: *shakes head* Hormonal b…