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I'm happy, I write! Again, thank you for the reviews! Especially since I
just started this fic. Oh, and to those who still want me to continue My
Way, don't worry. The chapter I'm working on is EXTREMELY long, so that's
why it's taking so long.
Ja!
Soulless Beauty
Chapter 2: Arrival
'Late. She. Is. Late. Damn. I knew, I just ~knew~ Dr. P shouldn't have trusted the Alliance Princess to come pick me up. Especially since one day or another I'm probably going to end up killing her.' She sighed. 'OZ is so stupid sometimes. But, we'd do anything for Treize. Scratch that, I ~did~ anything for Treize.'
::FLASHBACK::
Treize's eyes were lowered in heavy lust. He reached out his hand, pulling on the small arm. At the slight hesitation, his hand connected with the cheek fiercely.
"But-"
SMACK.
The whimpers continued, but quietly, hurtfully. He didn't penetrate, no; he wouldn't waste his time on such things. He only raked his hands across the soft, silky, warm skin.
"Please-"
Hot, searing pain filled the small child instantly, and she screamed, her tone reaching higher with every throb of the cut. The knife had been sharpened this time, and it sliced through her skin easily. Only a small cut---a warning cut. But a cut nevertheless.
"Now go. You will endure much worse if you speak out the next time."
::END FLASHBACK::
She shuddered. Treize had only touched her all the times she was sent to his room. He never penetrated, claiming that true men never had intercourse with a minor.
Bah. Lies. All of them.
She was late.
Hotaru crossed her legs, then uncrossed them, crossed them again and finally rested them on the table in front of her. Not a very decent position, especially when wearing a skirt. She scowled.
The skirt was gray, long---it rode up only to her knees when she sat---and pleated. A white long-sleeved button-up, silk blouse decorated her top half- --it concealed her breasts with too much modesty---and over the blouse an itchy gray business-suit type jacket---the color matched the skirt, which was a plus---was what she wore. Black Mary-Jane flats adorned her feet, but the worst part---and the outfit made her look like a very young fifty-year- old---were the stockings.
She bent over to scratch her legs. 'Ugh. If there's anything I hate, it's stockings.' Dr. P had told her that Relena Peacecraft dressed overly modestly, and to be her secretary, she would have to, too. 'Damn. This is taking it too far.' Her suitcase was full of 'grandmother' outfits and 'old- timer' shoes. And those damned stockings! Black, white, navy blue---burn them all to hell! Yet, there they were, in her suitcase.
She smiled and patted her small duffel bag on her right side. Yes, the bag full of her most seductive clothes. Tight, extremely short shorts, long black boots, leather mini skirts---the works. As long as she had her other clothes, she was fine.
Checking her watch again, she stood. "If she doesn't show up in five minutes, I'm going to-"
"Ms. Tomoe!"
Hotaru whirled around at the sound of her voice. She could tell it was Relena by the modest lavender skirt and the white long-sleeved blouse. 'Well FINALLY! Thought I'd have to call the damned government capital to see if she was kidnapped or something.' Instead of voicing her thoughts, she merely smiled. "Ms. Peacecraft," she said politely, bowing a bit. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet ~you~! I've heard so much about you."
Her eyes narrowed the slightest bit. "You have? Pray tell, from whom?" Who had been talking about her?
Relena laughed a bit. "No need to worry, Ms. Tomoe. I received information on you from trustworthy resources." She motioned the girl to come closer.
Hotaru leaned in.
"I have my secrets, too, though." Relena whispered. She then laughed out loud as if the two had been sharing a girl-ish secret. "Well!" She clapped her hands together. "I suppose you would like to get settled in your office? Come. Clifton, take her bags to the limousine."
Hotaru smiled at the butler and followed the princess outside, her chattering enough for the both of them.
"So what do you think of Europe? [Forgot where exactly they were - -;]"
"It's nice."
"Have you seen anything of interest?"
"No."
"Have you ever been to Europe before?"
"Once." A lie.
"Did you enjoy your visit?"
"Yes."
"Were you here with family?"
"Yes." Another lie.
"Ah. Are they still here now?"
"No."
"Where have they gone, might I ask?"
"They're dead."
Relena gasped. "All of your family died? No relatives, distant cousins, kin?"
"No. Is this your limousine?"
"Yes." Relena, a bit troubled at this girl's lack of compassion about her families' death, motioned for Clifton to set the bags down and open the door for her new secretary. He then did the same for her, placed the bags into the trunk and began the drive to the Cinq Kingdom. She said something about being sorry about Hotaru's family deaths, but the girl just brushed it off with a simple: It's fine.
"So," Relena began, her hands clasped in her lap, "tell me a bit about yourself."
Hotaru slid her eyes to the obviously nervous princess. "There's really nothing about me you'd be interested in knowing." Dr. P had said to avoid that question at all costs. One wrong word and Relena would change her mind.
Relena smiled. "I'm open to all sorts of backgrounds. Please, continue."
"I don't remember much of anything of my background." She smiled.
Relena's smiled faltered. "Tell me what you ~do~ remember."
Hotaru smiled smugly. "It wouldn't help you to get to know who I am any better."
"Humor me." Relena grinned. She had a few tricks of persuasion up her ~own~ sleeve. One of her bodyguards had taught her that one.
Hotaru frowned, but quickly covered it up with a difficult smile. "Ah," she cleared her throat, "my mother was a veterinarian. My father was a blacksmith. My brother and sister were both children, like me. The end." She avoided Relena's disapproving stare.
She sighed. "Well, where did you live? And school? Which school did you attend?"
"Thelma Middle."
"In the United States?"
"In Japan."
"Ah." Relena brightened. "You're Japanese?"
Hotaru nodded. "Why?"
She laughed. "One of my bodyguards is also Japanese. You two will have to meet sometime, hm?"
Hotaru smiled. 'Yes. And when we do, I'll kill him if the time is right.' "Yes," she purred, "we'll have to do that."
"Ms. Peacecraft, we're approaching the Cinq Kingdom." Clifton's voice spoke from the front.
Relena nodded. "Thank you, Clifton." And to Hotaru: "Really! Japanese. Pardon me for saying, but you don't look it one bit."
"You're pardoned. I wasn't supposed to look Japanese anyhow." Hotaru clamped up at her mistake. 'Damn. I hope she didn't notice.'
"Supposed to?" Relena's smile fell. "You were a test-tube child?"
Hotaru shook her head. "I meant to say I was supposed to look more like my mother. You see, she was from Europe, and my father was from Japan." She laughed a fake laugh. "It's always been an old family joke that the women on my mother's side of the family had the stronger genes when it came to the looks of their children." She scanned Relena's face to see if her lie had worked. The princess smiled and nodded her head. It had.
"I understand, now." Relena laughed. "You had me confused for a minute there. Ah, we are here."
Hotaru looked out the tinted limousine window and gasped. The Cinq Kingdom was a ~real~ kingdom? It towered over everything, and it was probably taller than fifteen houses stack on top of each other. "My gosh," she breathed.
Relena smiled. "It's very large, isn't it?"
"Lovely." Hotaru murmured, placing her hand on the glass of the window.
The limousine door open and Clifton poked his head in. "Ms. Peacecraft, Ms. Tomoe." He held out his hand to help the princess from the limousine, then to help the secretary.
Once outside, Relena turned to her new secretary. "Ms. Tomoe," said She, "welcome to the Cinq Kingdom." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------- Heya minna! How'd you like this chapter? I know, not a great place to stop. And it was pretty useless. But hey, Hotaru obviously has Relena's trust. G- Boys will probably be in the next chapter. Probably. I'm not sure. Until then! Review!
~azure_chan~
Ja!
Soulless Beauty
Chapter 2: Arrival
'Late. She. Is. Late. Damn. I knew, I just ~knew~ Dr. P shouldn't have trusted the Alliance Princess to come pick me up. Especially since one day or another I'm probably going to end up killing her.' She sighed. 'OZ is so stupid sometimes. But, we'd do anything for Treize. Scratch that, I ~did~ anything for Treize.'
::FLASHBACK::
Treize's eyes were lowered in heavy lust. He reached out his hand, pulling on the small arm. At the slight hesitation, his hand connected with the cheek fiercely.
"But-"
SMACK.
The whimpers continued, but quietly, hurtfully. He didn't penetrate, no; he wouldn't waste his time on such things. He only raked his hands across the soft, silky, warm skin.
"Please-"
Hot, searing pain filled the small child instantly, and she screamed, her tone reaching higher with every throb of the cut. The knife had been sharpened this time, and it sliced through her skin easily. Only a small cut---a warning cut. But a cut nevertheless.
"Now go. You will endure much worse if you speak out the next time."
::END FLASHBACK::
She shuddered. Treize had only touched her all the times she was sent to his room. He never penetrated, claiming that true men never had intercourse with a minor.
Bah. Lies. All of them.
She was late.
Hotaru crossed her legs, then uncrossed them, crossed them again and finally rested them on the table in front of her. Not a very decent position, especially when wearing a skirt. She scowled.
The skirt was gray, long---it rode up only to her knees when she sat---and pleated. A white long-sleeved button-up, silk blouse decorated her top half- --it concealed her breasts with too much modesty---and over the blouse an itchy gray business-suit type jacket---the color matched the skirt, which was a plus---was what she wore. Black Mary-Jane flats adorned her feet, but the worst part---and the outfit made her look like a very young fifty-year- old---were the stockings.
She bent over to scratch her legs. 'Ugh. If there's anything I hate, it's stockings.' Dr. P had told her that Relena Peacecraft dressed overly modestly, and to be her secretary, she would have to, too. 'Damn. This is taking it too far.' Her suitcase was full of 'grandmother' outfits and 'old- timer' shoes. And those damned stockings! Black, white, navy blue---burn them all to hell! Yet, there they were, in her suitcase.
She smiled and patted her small duffel bag on her right side. Yes, the bag full of her most seductive clothes. Tight, extremely short shorts, long black boots, leather mini skirts---the works. As long as she had her other clothes, she was fine.
Checking her watch again, she stood. "If she doesn't show up in five minutes, I'm going to-"
"Ms. Tomoe!"
Hotaru whirled around at the sound of her voice. She could tell it was Relena by the modest lavender skirt and the white long-sleeved blouse. 'Well FINALLY! Thought I'd have to call the damned government capital to see if she was kidnapped or something.' Instead of voicing her thoughts, she merely smiled. "Ms. Peacecraft," she said politely, bowing a bit. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet ~you~! I've heard so much about you."
Her eyes narrowed the slightest bit. "You have? Pray tell, from whom?" Who had been talking about her?
Relena laughed a bit. "No need to worry, Ms. Tomoe. I received information on you from trustworthy resources." She motioned the girl to come closer.
Hotaru leaned in.
"I have my secrets, too, though." Relena whispered. She then laughed out loud as if the two had been sharing a girl-ish secret. "Well!" She clapped her hands together. "I suppose you would like to get settled in your office? Come. Clifton, take her bags to the limousine."
Hotaru smiled at the butler and followed the princess outside, her chattering enough for the both of them.
"So what do you think of Europe? [Forgot where exactly they were - -;]"
"It's nice."
"Have you seen anything of interest?"
"No."
"Have you ever been to Europe before?"
"Once." A lie.
"Did you enjoy your visit?"
"Yes."
"Were you here with family?"
"Yes." Another lie.
"Ah. Are they still here now?"
"No."
"Where have they gone, might I ask?"
"They're dead."
Relena gasped. "All of your family died? No relatives, distant cousins, kin?"
"No. Is this your limousine?"
"Yes." Relena, a bit troubled at this girl's lack of compassion about her families' death, motioned for Clifton to set the bags down and open the door for her new secretary. He then did the same for her, placed the bags into the trunk and began the drive to the Cinq Kingdom. She said something about being sorry about Hotaru's family deaths, but the girl just brushed it off with a simple: It's fine.
"So," Relena began, her hands clasped in her lap, "tell me a bit about yourself."
Hotaru slid her eyes to the obviously nervous princess. "There's really nothing about me you'd be interested in knowing." Dr. P had said to avoid that question at all costs. One wrong word and Relena would change her mind.
Relena smiled. "I'm open to all sorts of backgrounds. Please, continue."
"I don't remember much of anything of my background." She smiled.
Relena's smiled faltered. "Tell me what you ~do~ remember."
Hotaru smiled smugly. "It wouldn't help you to get to know who I am any better."
"Humor me." Relena grinned. She had a few tricks of persuasion up her ~own~ sleeve. One of her bodyguards had taught her that one.
Hotaru frowned, but quickly covered it up with a difficult smile. "Ah," she cleared her throat, "my mother was a veterinarian. My father was a blacksmith. My brother and sister were both children, like me. The end." She avoided Relena's disapproving stare.
She sighed. "Well, where did you live? And school? Which school did you attend?"
"Thelma Middle."
"In the United States?"
"In Japan."
"Ah." Relena brightened. "You're Japanese?"
Hotaru nodded. "Why?"
She laughed. "One of my bodyguards is also Japanese. You two will have to meet sometime, hm?"
Hotaru smiled. 'Yes. And when we do, I'll kill him if the time is right.' "Yes," she purred, "we'll have to do that."
"Ms. Peacecraft, we're approaching the Cinq Kingdom." Clifton's voice spoke from the front.
Relena nodded. "Thank you, Clifton." And to Hotaru: "Really! Japanese. Pardon me for saying, but you don't look it one bit."
"You're pardoned. I wasn't supposed to look Japanese anyhow." Hotaru clamped up at her mistake. 'Damn. I hope she didn't notice.'
"Supposed to?" Relena's smile fell. "You were a test-tube child?"
Hotaru shook her head. "I meant to say I was supposed to look more like my mother. You see, she was from Europe, and my father was from Japan." She laughed a fake laugh. "It's always been an old family joke that the women on my mother's side of the family had the stronger genes when it came to the looks of their children." She scanned Relena's face to see if her lie had worked. The princess smiled and nodded her head. It had.
"I understand, now." Relena laughed. "You had me confused for a minute there. Ah, we are here."
Hotaru looked out the tinted limousine window and gasped. The Cinq Kingdom was a ~real~ kingdom? It towered over everything, and it was probably taller than fifteen houses stack on top of each other. "My gosh," she breathed.
Relena smiled. "It's very large, isn't it?"
"Lovely." Hotaru murmured, placing her hand on the glass of the window.
The limousine door open and Clifton poked his head in. "Ms. Peacecraft, Ms. Tomoe." He held out his hand to help the princess from the limousine, then to help the secretary.
Once outside, Relena turned to her new secretary. "Ms. Tomoe," said She, "welcome to the Cinq Kingdom." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------- Heya minna! How'd you like this chapter? I know, not a great place to stop. And it was pretty useless. But hey, Hotaru obviously has Relena's trust. G- Boys will probably be in the next chapter. Probably. I'm not sure. Until then! Review!
~azure_chan~
