Disclaimer: Don't try and sue me. I have nothing to give you but candy
*hands you some candy*. There, and you didn't even have to sue me. I don't
own Gundam Wing.
Lawyers: *Start chewing at shoes*
Me: *looking down at rabid lawyers* Ewww . . .salivate of the law! I have the right to freedom of speech under the first amendment, you know!
Lawyers: *Have started on the socks*
Me: Okay, amendment number two: the right to bear arms *pulls out pistol and everyone backs off immediately*. Heh, heh. . .that one always works.
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Part 3: The Calm (before the storm):
Someone might think that sleeping in a bed for the very first time in a person's life would find the best and most comforting sleep he's ever known. Whoever might have thought this was terribly mistaken.
Duo woke up around 3:00, he guessed, by the shade of the sky looking out the window. It felt so strange to him. There were beds, sheets; pillows even, and still Duo had slept better on the cobblestone street with nothing more than a puddle for a headrest. They called this comfort? It felt like prison, because he knew it was too good to be true.
Duo shifted positions to face the flanking bed where Solo was sleeping quite soundly.
It didn't seem to upset Solo, so why should it affect him, anyway? Duo sighed, focusing on the way his feet looked underneath the covers and wiggled them around in curiosity. He had never slept under covers before, and his guess was that Solo hadn't either.
Duo sat up in bed to watch the silence float around the room and began fiddling with the loose ends of his braid. They let both Solo and him take a wash in the bath. He would have probably stayed in there for hours if they hadn't forced him out at 2:00 so Solo could take his turn. Duo could still feel the silky wetness on his fingertips as he ran his hands through his hair, and he began to remember the cold. Not to say, that is, that he had ever forgotten.
Lying down, Duo took to tossing and turning a bit before finding a suitable position, although nothing much could comfort him, now. Shifting his weight to the other side of his body, he gave one last look at the stars through the window with a faint smile plastered to his face as the perfect portrait faded away with the closing of reluctantly heavy eyes.
No, no, no. This wasn't right at all. Duo was soon wide-awake again in annoyance. Long nights had passed before, but none so troublesome as this. What was happening to him, his life, and Solo, too? Duo had learned to live by the theory that trouble won't come to you if you don't go poking your nose in where it shouldn't belong. Not that Duo's nose hadn't poked its way into many a secret, but this time it was serious, and he wasn't sure if he would be ready.
Duo deeply exhaled as he flopped back on the bed rather ungracefully, letting his braid sprawl somewhere across the pillow. It was going to be a long night.. err, morning, rather.
Staring at the ceiling a couple minutes more, Duo noticed some sounds through the silence. Not sounds; voices, speaking with the intent not to be heard. They couldn't have been coming from the window, he realized quickly, because they would have been much more audible that way. These sounds were definitely coming from downstairs in the bar.
The braided boy slipped quietly from his bed to the floor, and stepped cautiously to the door, slowly opening it but a crack to allow his ears at least a clip of the conversation.
" . . . you say I shouldn't have come, I think I have a right to know the truth! I thought you would know!" An unfamiliar young woman's voice rang up the stairwell in obvious displeasure.
"Well, now, we all know the dealings you're in, so I'm a little surprised you have the courage to show your face here." A second female voice echoed up as well, and Duo recognized it at once to be of the patient young woman, Lucrezia, who allowed them in just a few hours ago. Why would she feel inclined to open the shop to someone she disliked so much, and waste time arguing about his departure?
"Fool! You do not understand! There are rumors on the streets of the survival of the dauphin (1). . ." The unfamiliar female voice hissed.
"Now who's the foolish one? Speaking nonsense like that could get you killed. Besides, the king and all of his relations died nearly twelve years ago. You know that." Lucrezia concluded. Duo heard footsteps from below come closer, threatening the walk upstairs, and he pulled the door closed so as not to arouse suspicion. Only seconds afterward did Duo hear the returning of footsteps to their original position as muffled voices continued to speak. He opened the crack once more.
". . .if it were true, do you realize what this would mean?" The young woman's voice hung in the air, thick with unspoken words. Duo shivered.
"Nothing." Lucrezia spat, "It would mean nothing, unless you go looking for him. Why go looking to dig a grave?"
"The gravedigger can plant roses just as easily as he can bury bodies." She was silent a moment, "Good day, Lucrezia, dear." There was a shuffling of clothes, and Duo heard the creak followed by the slam of the front door as he supposed the young woman had left.
Duo was so involved in his thoughts, in fact, that he didn't even notice the footsteps approaching the stair landing.
"Hello?" Lucrezia stared at the blackness behind the crack of the open door, almost fearful that someone had heard. She didn't realize that what she assumed darkness was, in fact, Duo (who was kicking himself mentally for being so careless) staring right at her.
Well, at least he kept composure until Lucrezia turned away, in which case, he was so relieved that he fell back to lean against the door and heaved a reassuring sigh. It was at this point where he made his fatal mistake, and instead of on the doorframe, Duo leaned into the door itself, pushing it wide open, and flopping to the floor onto his back.
"Uh, heh, heh. . . I was sleepwalking?" Duo stared at the upside-down form of the stunned Lucrezia before gathering himself up.
Wait, she thought, it was just the peasant from that night. . . the braided one. He could do no harm. If what her friend had said was true, he might have already heard the rumor. Besides, what would it mean to a mere thief, anyway? Nothing.
Lucrezia cursed herself gently for not seeing it before. The young woman was right.
They had to know the truth. If there really was an heir to the throne, Lucrezia had to find him and show him what his ancestors before him had done to the country so he would be able to right wrongs that had been too late delayed, but it was doubtful if the people would except him. He might meet the same fate as the rest and be an expedient for the second, fiercer revolution that was to come.
The country was dying; Lucrezia could see it, ever since the revolution. Many hadn't noticed, but it was almost worse than it had been before. Something had to be done. The old way wasn't working, but the new way isn't working either. With the rise of a republic, their had been much unrest, and things weren't getting worse for the common man, but they weren't getting any better either. Soon enough, this would cause another uprising.
Many hadn't noticed, but, now, Lucrezia was reminded and could see it coming clearly. If something weren't done soon, the horror would start all over again. It would take longer to recover than it would to get the republic together, but anger has logic of its own.
If there truly was a dauphin, it could be the answer to their prayers, but it could also be the end of all of them. An understanding king could do more than help the people; he would be able to pull the whole country from falling into darkness like all the countries surrounding them. Lucrezia, although not of noble blood, she had started a small group of people who were dedicated to stopping this from happening. So far, it was near impossible, but a king would change everything. If the changes were for the better or for the worse would depend on him, but the issue was obsolete. It was only a rumor . . .
"You know what?" Lucrezia put a disconcerted hand on her forehead as she turned away from Duo, shaking her head up hopelessly, "I have a headache, I'm stressed, I'm over-worked, and I'm human, so I'm just going to pretend I never saw anything, if you pretend you heard the same."
Duo stared a minute before smiling a bit at his lucky break.
"Uh . . . thanks!" he said quickly to Lucrezia's back as she went down the hall before retreating back into the room, closing the door firmly behind her.
The dauphin, huh? Duo thought to himself, looking out to the hallway. He thought he saw something move in the room directly at the end, but it must have been his imagination, or the dark playing tricks on him again. He needed a good night's sleep more than anything, after all.
Duo shut the door behind him as he fumbled across the floor, his eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness, and collected himself back into the bed- sheets thoughtfully.
Whoever Lucrezia and that other girl had been talking about Duo knew sounded important. He yawned exhaustedly. It could have been the person Zechs was looking for the other night. Nah; couldn't be, Duo realized. Lucrezia didn't want to kill him, Duo didn't think.
He pondered this for a moment before almost drifting off into a sound sleep, a true sleep, but he awoke rather uncomfortably, shooting up from the bed as light poured through the now opened doorway and Duo found himself staring up into a young man's face, half-covered in messy dark hair, but with determined cobalt-blue eyes that peered out from underneath . . .
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Back in time; 12:57 that morning:
Heero glared openly at the world as he watched his target enter the very bar he had just recently left. He kicked himself silently for not finding the braided one sooner. This would only prolong his mission, especially with their new protector.
Trieze had warned him of Zechs, but no one could best him. That's why Heero had been perfect for the job. He was the perfect assassin, the perfect soldier with an empty heart.
It was dark. That's all Heero could think about during the whole time he stood outside the bar. He had to stay hidden among the shadows of the night; the moon revealed much too much with its light. The gas lamps inside the building shone out onto the street and lit-up the damp cobblestone that still had puddles scattered upon it from the rain nearly two days ago. It felt much colder than it was.
Heero spun around at a noise, flipping his gun out from under his jacket, only to find nothing more than a crumpled newspaper that had strayed across the way. He was beginning to become a little paranoid with himself, but eyes quickly resumed their glaring form as he put his gun away. It was too soon.
"Hello, Mr. Yuy, is it? You seem to be a little frightened. Why?" Heero jumped to find a young woman with -very- scary eyebrows standing before him.
"Who are you?" Heero stood, unmoved, but not drawing his weapon once more. This would prove to the young woman that he was truly afraid, which he was not. Although she was, indeed, a threat to him, as everyone was in Heero's eyes, it was more important to his pride to prove her wrong than to hide behind a gun in safety.
Truly, he could not, would not be proven a coward.
"Who are you?" Heero asked again as the young woman with long blond hair approached.
"I am no ally of yours." A single eye shone out from beneath the shadow she carried herself in before snorting indignantly and turning away, "But neither am I an enemy."
"Then who are you?" Heero said again, trying very hard to restrain himself from the gun that seemed so close to take up, and yet, he was determined to see this through. Heero promised himself he would not be the first.
"Why, we don't take anything to chance, now, do we?" The face hid itself once again by turning away, "You're very amusing, Mr. Yuy. You make a fine soldier. . ." The young woman turned around sharply, spinning long blond hair reaching near to her knees full around her body ". . .But you're only a mediocre assassin!"
"You are in no position to be judging me."
"Oh, but Mr. Yuy" She chastised teasingly with the flick of her forefinger in his face, "I am not the one in trouble." She backed off a step, and reached down to pull out the folds of a skirt and she lightly curtsied, "My name is Dorothy Catalonia, and I come here on behalf of Mr. Trieze."
"Sent by Trieze . . .?" Heero repeated, stunned. He was completely caught off guard. Not even a hint had been dropped to her coming. Usually, his employers would not dare, or have the heart to interrupt him at work, and yet, this man had a lot of nerve. Heero couldn't stand being toyed with. Usually, it was easier not to know his employers or their purposes, but Treize was making it very difficult for Heero to ignore him.
"Oh, yes." She hissed enthusiastically, "Look what your carelessness had done! Created yet another beautiful battleground! That Zechs really knows how to stir up things. How I will enjoy this . . ." Dorothy clasped her hands contently and looked up into nowhere with a smile. Heero couldn't help but hate the girl as she so-looked-forward to his punishment. Across at the lighted building, he saw the lights turn out downstairs. There was still time.
He ran out across the street and to the building and he began to scale to the upper level.
She brought her frighteningly split eyebrows down along with her hands as she watched the perfect soldier in his last minute attempt to atone for his procrastination, but it was a glare of no compare to that of the perfect soldier. He had no hopes of finishing his assignment. Not with Zechs in the way, at least. Dorothy speculated and crossed her arms as a determined Heero silently opened the window and crawled inside.
"Oh, Mr. Yuy," She flipped back her hair, "You don't know what you've gotten yourself into." She sighed a little before continuing, "I think it would be splendid go pay my friend a visit and buy our little Mr. Yuy some time, don't you think?" Dorothy chuckled a little before she walked over and into the bar across the street . . . the traditional way.
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The perfect soldier pulled open the shutters and reached to pull up the window. It wasn't even locked. This was easier than he predicted, so far. Dorothy had come to warn him about Zechs, and being as skilled as he was, he was able to recognize this. There was no way around it, though, and the threat would not simply go away. This was something he had to deal with on his own. No one had ever bested him before, but that's not the same thing as being invincible, as many thought he was.
Keeping his gun hand very close to his jacket side, he was prepared for all attacks with an attack stance, but there wouldn't be a need for anything irrational if he could get to the braided thief in time. It was, as Dorothy said, carelessness that brought him to this. The deed should have already been done. He looked at his surroundings in the room he had entered. It was very plain, and felt very empty except for a few paintings on the wall, an ink desk, and a wooden floor. It was almost an office, Heero would have said, if he didn't know better, that is.
/Tak Tak/ The sound of shoes upon the staircase echoed up and down the hall, reaching Heero's ears just in time to duck to the side of the door. There were a few mumblings he could hear down the hall, but nothing significantly important that he heard.
Quickly, Heero peeked around the doorframe and was able to catch a glimpse of the heart-shaped face attached to the chestnut brown braid. His target. Heero's breathing quickened a little, as it tended to do before he was going to kill, because as much as they do not wish to, everyone has a heart. Emotions, he had been taught, are the greatest weakness and should be feared above all else. They are the only things that can hurt you.
Heero waited until he heard the shutting of two doors for both the night- wanderers. Now was the time to strike.
Bursting open the door, the assassin found himself face to face with violet eyes. Those were his instructions, 'kill the one with violet eyes'. He lifted his gun slowly to shoot and looked one last time to the innocent face before him. It would hurt him to do this. We don't know how . . . Nor do we know why history is doomed to repeat itself.
/bang/
**************Footnote***************
(1) Dauphin: Usually referring to the lost young heir of France, Louis XVII (I think). He is now proven to have died in prison, but was the last heir of the monarchy, which was crushed in the French revolution (where I got my inspiration for this story). There was much more to the French Revolution than just guillotines. Check it out; it's really interesting.
********Thank you for Reviewing********
Ranga: Sorry I didn't respond before. I had uploaded right before yours showed-up. Thank you! Book-marked? I feel special! I hope you liked this chapter! ^-^
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EEP! Cliffhanger! Don't kill me! *runs away from high-velocity vegetables*
It's not what it seems, I promise! I have some chapters planned out already, and I'm hoping to at least get that far. Patience is, you must remember, a virtue. I love writing this and I would love to hear what you think! Don't feel like you have to review, of course, but I would really appreciate it! Reviews really brighten my day!
Lawyers: *Start chewing at shoes*
Me: *looking down at rabid lawyers* Ewww . . .salivate of the law! I have the right to freedom of speech under the first amendment, you know!
Lawyers: *Have started on the socks*
Me: Okay, amendment number two: the right to bear arms *pulls out pistol and everyone backs off immediately*. Heh, heh. . .that one always works.
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Part 3: The Calm (before the storm):
Someone might think that sleeping in a bed for the very first time in a person's life would find the best and most comforting sleep he's ever known. Whoever might have thought this was terribly mistaken.
Duo woke up around 3:00, he guessed, by the shade of the sky looking out the window. It felt so strange to him. There were beds, sheets; pillows even, and still Duo had slept better on the cobblestone street with nothing more than a puddle for a headrest. They called this comfort? It felt like prison, because he knew it was too good to be true.
Duo shifted positions to face the flanking bed where Solo was sleeping quite soundly.
It didn't seem to upset Solo, so why should it affect him, anyway? Duo sighed, focusing on the way his feet looked underneath the covers and wiggled them around in curiosity. He had never slept under covers before, and his guess was that Solo hadn't either.
Duo sat up in bed to watch the silence float around the room and began fiddling with the loose ends of his braid. They let both Solo and him take a wash in the bath. He would have probably stayed in there for hours if they hadn't forced him out at 2:00 so Solo could take his turn. Duo could still feel the silky wetness on his fingertips as he ran his hands through his hair, and he began to remember the cold. Not to say, that is, that he had ever forgotten.
Lying down, Duo took to tossing and turning a bit before finding a suitable position, although nothing much could comfort him, now. Shifting his weight to the other side of his body, he gave one last look at the stars through the window with a faint smile plastered to his face as the perfect portrait faded away with the closing of reluctantly heavy eyes.
No, no, no. This wasn't right at all. Duo was soon wide-awake again in annoyance. Long nights had passed before, but none so troublesome as this. What was happening to him, his life, and Solo, too? Duo had learned to live by the theory that trouble won't come to you if you don't go poking your nose in where it shouldn't belong. Not that Duo's nose hadn't poked its way into many a secret, but this time it was serious, and he wasn't sure if he would be ready.
Duo deeply exhaled as he flopped back on the bed rather ungracefully, letting his braid sprawl somewhere across the pillow. It was going to be a long night.. err, morning, rather.
Staring at the ceiling a couple minutes more, Duo noticed some sounds through the silence. Not sounds; voices, speaking with the intent not to be heard. They couldn't have been coming from the window, he realized quickly, because they would have been much more audible that way. These sounds were definitely coming from downstairs in the bar.
The braided boy slipped quietly from his bed to the floor, and stepped cautiously to the door, slowly opening it but a crack to allow his ears at least a clip of the conversation.
" . . . you say I shouldn't have come, I think I have a right to know the truth! I thought you would know!" An unfamiliar young woman's voice rang up the stairwell in obvious displeasure.
"Well, now, we all know the dealings you're in, so I'm a little surprised you have the courage to show your face here." A second female voice echoed up as well, and Duo recognized it at once to be of the patient young woman, Lucrezia, who allowed them in just a few hours ago. Why would she feel inclined to open the shop to someone she disliked so much, and waste time arguing about his departure?
"Fool! You do not understand! There are rumors on the streets of the survival of the dauphin (1). . ." The unfamiliar female voice hissed.
"Now who's the foolish one? Speaking nonsense like that could get you killed. Besides, the king and all of his relations died nearly twelve years ago. You know that." Lucrezia concluded. Duo heard footsteps from below come closer, threatening the walk upstairs, and he pulled the door closed so as not to arouse suspicion. Only seconds afterward did Duo hear the returning of footsteps to their original position as muffled voices continued to speak. He opened the crack once more.
". . .if it were true, do you realize what this would mean?" The young woman's voice hung in the air, thick with unspoken words. Duo shivered.
"Nothing." Lucrezia spat, "It would mean nothing, unless you go looking for him. Why go looking to dig a grave?"
"The gravedigger can plant roses just as easily as he can bury bodies." She was silent a moment, "Good day, Lucrezia, dear." There was a shuffling of clothes, and Duo heard the creak followed by the slam of the front door as he supposed the young woman had left.
Duo was so involved in his thoughts, in fact, that he didn't even notice the footsteps approaching the stair landing.
"Hello?" Lucrezia stared at the blackness behind the crack of the open door, almost fearful that someone had heard. She didn't realize that what she assumed darkness was, in fact, Duo (who was kicking himself mentally for being so careless) staring right at her.
Well, at least he kept composure until Lucrezia turned away, in which case, he was so relieved that he fell back to lean against the door and heaved a reassuring sigh. It was at this point where he made his fatal mistake, and instead of on the doorframe, Duo leaned into the door itself, pushing it wide open, and flopping to the floor onto his back.
"Uh, heh, heh. . . I was sleepwalking?" Duo stared at the upside-down form of the stunned Lucrezia before gathering himself up.
Wait, she thought, it was just the peasant from that night. . . the braided one. He could do no harm. If what her friend had said was true, he might have already heard the rumor. Besides, what would it mean to a mere thief, anyway? Nothing.
Lucrezia cursed herself gently for not seeing it before. The young woman was right.
They had to know the truth. If there really was an heir to the throne, Lucrezia had to find him and show him what his ancestors before him had done to the country so he would be able to right wrongs that had been too late delayed, but it was doubtful if the people would except him. He might meet the same fate as the rest and be an expedient for the second, fiercer revolution that was to come.
The country was dying; Lucrezia could see it, ever since the revolution. Many hadn't noticed, but it was almost worse than it had been before. Something had to be done. The old way wasn't working, but the new way isn't working either. With the rise of a republic, their had been much unrest, and things weren't getting worse for the common man, but they weren't getting any better either. Soon enough, this would cause another uprising.
Many hadn't noticed, but, now, Lucrezia was reminded and could see it coming clearly. If something weren't done soon, the horror would start all over again. It would take longer to recover than it would to get the republic together, but anger has logic of its own.
If there truly was a dauphin, it could be the answer to their prayers, but it could also be the end of all of them. An understanding king could do more than help the people; he would be able to pull the whole country from falling into darkness like all the countries surrounding them. Lucrezia, although not of noble blood, she had started a small group of people who were dedicated to stopping this from happening. So far, it was near impossible, but a king would change everything. If the changes were for the better or for the worse would depend on him, but the issue was obsolete. It was only a rumor . . .
"You know what?" Lucrezia put a disconcerted hand on her forehead as she turned away from Duo, shaking her head up hopelessly, "I have a headache, I'm stressed, I'm over-worked, and I'm human, so I'm just going to pretend I never saw anything, if you pretend you heard the same."
Duo stared a minute before smiling a bit at his lucky break.
"Uh . . . thanks!" he said quickly to Lucrezia's back as she went down the hall before retreating back into the room, closing the door firmly behind her.
The dauphin, huh? Duo thought to himself, looking out to the hallway. He thought he saw something move in the room directly at the end, but it must have been his imagination, or the dark playing tricks on him again. He needed a good night's sleep more than anything, after all.
Duo shut the door behind him as he fumbled across the floor, his eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness, and collected himself back into the bed- sheets thoughtfully.
Whoever Lucrezia and that other girl had been talking about Duo knew sounded important. He yawned exhaustedly. It could have been the person Zechs was looking for the other night. Nah; couldn't be, Duo realized. Lucrezia didn't want to kill him, Duo didn't think.
He pondered this for a moment before almost drifting off into a sound sleep, a true sleep, but he awoke rather uncomfortably, shooting up from the bed as light poured through the now opened doorway and Duo found himself staring up into a young man's face, half-covered in messy dark hair, but with determined cobalt-blue eyes that peered out from underneath . . .
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Back in time; 12:57 that morning:
Heero glared openly at the world as he watched his target enter the very bar he had just recently left. He kicked himself silently for not finding the braided one sooner. This would only prolong his mission, especially with their new protector.
Trieze had warned him of Zechs, but no one could best him. That's why Heero had been perfect for the job. He was the perfect assassin, the perfect soldier with an empty heart.
It was dark. That's all Heero could think about during the whole time he stood outside the bar. He had to stay hidden among the shadows of the night; the moon revealed much too much with its light. The gas lamps inside the building shone out onto the street and lit-up the damp cobblestone that still had puddles scattered upon it from the rain nearly two days ago. It felt much colder than it was.
Heero spun around at a noise, flipping his gun out from under his jacket, only to find nothing more than a crumpled newspaper that had strayed across the way. He was beginning to become a little paranoid with himself, but eyes quickly resumed their glaring form as he put his gun away. It was too soon.
"Hello, Mr. Yuy, is it? You seem to be a little frightened. Why?" Heero jumped to find a young woman with -very- scary eyebrows standing before him.
"Who are you?" Heero stood, unmoved, but not drawing his weapon once more. This would prove to the young woman that he was truly afraid, which he was not. Although she was, indeed, a threat to him, as everyone was in Heero's eyes, it was more important to his pride to prove her wrong than to hide behind a gun in safety.
Truly, he could not, would not be proven a coward.
"Who are you?" Heero asked again as the young woman with long blond hair approached.
"I am no ally of yours." A single eye shone out from beneath the shadow she carried herself in before snorting indignantly and turning away, "But neither am I an enemy."
"Then who are you?" Heero said again, trying very hard to restrain himself from the gun that seemed so close to take up, and yet, he was determined to see this through. Heero promised himself he would not be the first.
"Why, we don't take anything to chance, now, do we?" The face hid itself once again by turning away, "You're very amusing, Mr. Yuy. You make a fine soldier. . ." The young woman turned around sharply, spinning long blond hair reaching near to her knees full around her body ". . .But you're only a mediocre assassin!"
"You are in no position to be judging me."
"Oh, but Mr. Yuy" She chastised teasingly with the flick of her forefinger in his face, "I am not the one in trouble." She backed off a step, and reached down to pull out the folds of a skirt and she lightly curtsied, "My name is Dorothy Catalonia, and I come here on behalf of Mr. Trieze."
"Sent by Trieze . . .?" Heero repeated, stunned. He was completely caught off guard. Not even a hint had been dropped to her coming. Usually, his employers would not dare, or have the heart to interrupt him at work, and yet, this man had a lot of nerve. Heero couldn't stand being toyed with. Usually, it was easier not to know his employers or their purposes, but Treize was making it very difficult for Heero to ignore him.
"Oh, yes." She hissed enthusiastically, "Look what your carelessness had done! Created yet another beautiful battleground! That Zechs really knows how to stir up things. How I will enjoy this . . ." Dorothy clasped her hands contently and looked up into nowhere with a smile. Heero couldn't help but hate the girl as she so-looked-forward to his punishment. Across at the lighted building, he saw the lights turn out downstairs. There was still time.
He ran out across the street and to the building and he began to scale to the upper level.
She brought her frighteningly split eyebrows down along with her hands as she watched the perfect soldier in his last minute attempt to atone for his procrastination, but it was a glare of no compare to that of the perfect soldier. He had no hopes of finishing his assignment. Not with Zechs in the way, at least. Dorothy speculated and crossed her arms as a determined Heero silently opened the window and crawled inside.
"Oh, Mr. Yuy," She flipped back her hair, "You don't know what you've gotten yourself into." She sighed a little before continuing, "I think it would be splendid go pay my friend a visit and buy our little Mr. Yuy some time, don't you think?" Dorothy chuckled a little before she walked over and into the bar across the street . . . the traditional way.
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The perfect soldier pulled open the shutters and reached to pull up the window. It wasn't even locked. This was easier than he predicted, so far. Dorothy had come to warn him about Zechs, and being as skilled as he was, he was able to recognize this. There was no way around it, though, and the threat would not simply go away. This was something he had to deal with on his own. No one had ever bested him before, but that's not the same thing as being invincible, as many thought he was.
Keeping his gun hand very close to his jacket side, he was prepared for all attacks with an attack stance, but there wouldn't be a need for anything irrational if he could get to the braided thief in time. It was, as Dorothy said, carelessness that brought him to this. The deed should have already been done. He looked at his surroundings in the room he had entered. It was very plain, and felt very empty except for a few paintings on the wall, an ink desk, and a wooden floor. It was almost an office, Heero would have said, if he didn't know better, that is.
/Tak Tak/ The sound of shoes upon the staircase echoed up and down the hall, reaching Heero's ears just in time to duck to the side of the door. There were a few mumblings he could hear down the hall, but nothing significantly important that he heard.
Quickly, Heero peeked around the doorframe and was able to catch a glimpse of the heart-shaped face attached to the chestnut brown braid. His target. Heero's breathing quickened a little, as it tended to do before he was going to kill, because as much as they do not wish to, everyone has a heart. Emotions, he had been taught, are the greatest weakness and should be feared above all else. They are the only things that can hurt you.
Heero waited until he heard the shutting of two doors for both the night- wanderers. Now was the time to strike.
Bursting open the door, the assassin found himself face to face with violet eyes. Those were his instructions, 'kill the one with violet eyes'. He lifted his gun slowly to shoot and looked one last time to the innocent face before him. It would hurt him to do this. We don't know how . . . Nor do we know why history is doomed to repeat itself.
/bang/
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(1) Dauphin: Usually referring to the lost young heir of France, Louis XVII (I think). He is now proven to have died in prison, but was the last heir of the monarchy, which was crushed in the French revolution (where I got my inspiration for this story). There was much more to the French Revolution than just guillotines. Check it out; it's really interesting.
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Ranga: Sorry I didn't respond before. I had uploaded right before yours showed-up. Thank you! Book-marked? I feel special! I hope you liked this chapter! ^-^
Shinigami and Tinkerbell: Thanks for reviewing! Yup. I do the puppy-dog eyes, too. It never seems to work *sigh*, but I'm glad I got a chance to see one that did. ^_~
MooMooMilk: Wow! You like my story, and you think I'm a good writer?! EEEE! Thank you! You're a really great writer, so that means a lot! I'm sorry I made Treize the bad guy, but better him than Zechs, right? -_-' I know, that's a bad excuse, but thanks so much for your review! It really made my day!
Emily Hato: *glomp* your reviews were really nice. I'm glad you like this story so much, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter, seeing as how your review helped me start it. Hehehe. . . Eeeep! I'm expecting death threats for this cliffhanger, but things are not always as they seem. ~smiles~
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EEP! Cliffhanger! Don't kill me! *runs away from high-velocity vegetables*
It's not what it seems, I promise! I have some chapters planned out already, and I'm hoping to at least get that far. Patience is, you must remember, a virtue. I love writing this and I would love to hear what you think! Don't feel like you have to review, of course, but I would really appreciate it! Reviews really brighten my day!