She decided to stay home instead of going to a meeting. She knew it was
lazy and irresponsible of her to miss ANY kind of meeting that dealt with
peace, but she just wanted a day off. THAT wasn't too much to ask for...
With an explanation that she intended on working over a few other things
that dealt with the meeting, she was able to get a different time to
gather.
Sitting in her office, the sun shining through open windows, she leaned
back in the plush seat. Today was too good to waste indoors. 'I'm going
outside.' She vowed, smiling contentedly. Somehow, she felt at peace for
the first time in a long time. She hadn't felt like this in months. Not
because of the war, but because of her old life. The life of a rich daddy's
girl.
Her lips mildly pursed as she stood. 'I'm not going to think about anything
and go outside.' Yes, blanking her mind to all but the serenity and majesty
of such a gorgeous afternoon and view was a good thing. Even though she'd
think of Heero and what he was doing from time to time. With a smile, she
started for the doors.
A beeping startled her, also rendering a groan. So close, yet so far...
Walking back to the expensive desk, she plopped into the chair again. It
rang a few times before she picked up.
"Relena." Quatre greeted pleasantly.
Her eyes widened happily at seeing her friend after what seemed so long.
"Hello Quatre." She greeted, nodding slightly. "To what do I owe the
pleasure of your call?"
Quatre grinned wryly at her small, inane joke. He chuckled softly, catching
a large grin from her. Neither really had time to talk, so it WAS a
pleasure to see each other's face. "Well, I was wondering...is Duo still
around?"
Her brow furrowed in confusion. Quatre looked nervous for some reason, but
she couldn't figure as to why. 'Must be too much stress.'
"Yes, he's still here." She said, giving away her apparent dumbfoundment. A
small grin broke out. "Still watching Hilde like a hawk if I'm right."
Quatre grinned and the two shared a small, caring laugh. "How IS Hilde?"
Her eyes lowered, lips bunching at one side of her face. "Well, she...well
she's doing...okay..."
Blonde creased, watching her face intently. "What's wrong??" He worriedly
asked. "Has something happened to her???"
She quickly met his gaze and gave a reassuring smile. Maybe she shouldn't
have PUT it that way... "No, no! I'm sorry! YES she's okay. The first week
or two was shaky with her consciousness, but it's passed. NOW, she's giving
Duo hell for worrying about her and not eating."
She instantly regretted telling him the problem of so long ago after
meeting his eyes. He had enough to worry about with running his father's
company; she didn't want to ADD to it.
"Well that's a relief. But about Duo...may I speak with him please?"
She nodded, more than a little confused, but put him on hold. 'What does he
want to talk to DUO for?' She didn't think Duo called Quatre, or even
Hilde. Hilde was starting physical therapy for her upper body tomorrow, and
she knew Duo wouldn't take time out of his ever present watch over her well-
being.
Shaking her head to rid the cobwebs, she successfully left the office and
headed for the main stairs.
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She sighed and grabbed a limp strand of hair that rested on the front of
her shirt, idly fiddling with it. She sought out refuge for a blank mind
and stared out at the scenery of her kingdom, but only thought worried
thoughts of Heero.
She knew he'd be all right, there was very little doubt in that, but he was
also only human and humans could die like any other. If he was facing such
odds from what she heard, even the perfect soldier was going to have
problems.
A twig snapped amongst the quiet and she looked up into the tree she was
under. Not seeing anything scampering about or falling, she looked back at
the land, trying to get a little more comfortable against the tree she sat
under. "Penny for your thoughts."
She immensely startled and whirled around to find Duo almost hiding behind
the tree, a small, sheepish grin on his face. She matched his smile and
watched as he sat down. "It's nothing major."
"As if thinking of Heero is anything BUT major."
She gave the ground her full attention as a blush stained her face. How did
Duo become so PERCEPTIVE? Mayhap he always was, but never showed it.
"Hilde kick you out again?" She joked, giving him a wide grin.
Duo reclined against the trunk, shuffling his body onto the grass to lie
down. "Yea, but I don't mind...she needs her sleep and I'm not about to
snuggle with her because of my own needs." She gave him a mildly confused
glance, waiting for him to explain. He cracked an eye open from and gave a
half grin. "Y'know, you'll relax a little more if you lay on the ground
instead of just sitting against the tree."
Raising an amused brow, she decided to humor him and mimicked his position,
pillowing her head with both arms against the tree. "What did you mean
about your comment Duo?" She wanted to know and somehow felt he didn't mind
explaining. It was as if he purposely left that question open so she WOULD
ask.
Dup looked at her, but she was staring into the tree, watching the branches
rustle. His gaze followed hers and he became wistful with all that'd
happened to him ever since he met Hilde. Love entered his eyes.
"About my own needs?" She gave a small nod, attention still on the tree.
"Well," Duo gave a small, almost embarrassed smile, "If it were MY choice,
I'd still be in that room, Hilde in my arms asleep; not like we are now."
His eyes lowered as he became lost in thought. "That would mean that she
would never be hurt, wouldn't get sick. She'd be in perfect health and I'd
have no reason to keep away from her."
She looked at his face, seeing violet cloud over. Her brow furrowed in
confusion and concern. "Duo?" She softly queried. "You okay?"
"It's hard sometimes, ya know?" He quietly muttered. "Seeing her in that
bed and knowing there wasn't a THING I could've done to prevent her from
getting hurt."
"Duo, there's nothing you could've done-"
"I know that." He nearly whispered. Violet involuntarily misted over. "But
that doesn't help me from beating myself up over it. Hilde'd be on my case
in a second if she heard this."
"Why?"
Duo cast a quick glance and found her undivided attention on him. Not the
way he intended their talk to GO... With a small smile, his eyes met the
tree again. "This isn't the first time I've been so worried about her." He
vaguely answered. "During the war...she got injured as well."
His jaw momentarily clenched. "I hurt her. Not intentionally of course. But
she was in the hospital for a week before she gave me those puppy dog eyes
and I changed her records. After that, the doctor made her stay in a
wheelchair until she was healed enough to get some exercise."
A touching smile took her face. She could almost picture Duo babying the
living daylights out of Hilde. "And you followed the doctor's orders
perfectly, right?"
He gave an evil grin. "To the letter. I never let her out of the chair.
Heck, I even MADE her a wheelchair." He gave a boastful smile.
"That what you meant by wanting to make a quick trip to L-2?" She asked,
remembering.
A brow rose. "Yea... It's solar powered and has a joystick so she didn't
have to move her arms very much, along with a few directional buttons."
"What happened to her?" She tentatively asked. She knew by the way Duo kept
fighting with himself that Hilde must've been pretty hurt. She didn't want
to open up old wounds, but was mildly curious, not to mention intrigued at
his invention.
Duo was a while in answering. "I found out there's a small piece at the
bottom of to your sternum that joins together the older you get." A hand
moved and vaguely pointed to his rib cage. "We used to play fight a lot.
There were a few instances where she dislocated her shoulder or I got cut,
but it never got THAT bad... But...when Hilde gets mad, she won't back down
unless I lose and she wins. She got me a little riled up and I dislocated
her shoulder...and pushed that little piece of her sternum into her lungs.
I broke a few of her ribs as well. She's still got that scar, which I'm
sure Sally raised a few eyebrows about..."
Slowly, feeling sorry for Duo, she leaned against the tree and looked at
him. She couldn't help but pity him as she looked at averted eyes. He was
fighting an inner demon, guilt and sorrow she knew. One hand almost timidly
rose and rested on his shoulder, finally getting his attention. She felt
the need to say something, to find words of comfort...but they wouldn't
come.
Looking into his eyes sent a stab of pain and she almost felt what he did
on that night. He didn't say anything either, but took her hand with his
and sat up. He didn't say a word, but the need in his eyes was evident that
he just couldn't handle something like this. He blamed himself for
something that got out of hand, something he should've let go of a long
time ago.
She knew with Hilde's newest injury brought back all the guilt and shame.
Without a word, she shifted closer; drawing him into her arms like a mother
would a child.
Arms wrapped around her as tightly as Duo could without crushing her. One
hand rested in his hair, trying to soothe him by slowly going over the bulk
on his head. His face rested on her shoulder, blocking out all light.
Pained blue eyes rested on nothing, but she felt like crying for him. Duo
didn't deserve all the pain he placed on himself, but he wouldn't get rid
of it either. She didn't really know what to do, but felt that this single,
simple hug did more for him than any words she could muster would. Duo
needed to heal the hole he purposely left open if he was going to EVER be
okay again...
After what seemed an eternity, the two pulled apart. Duo gave a small,
bashful grin and kept his gaze averted. "This wasn't how I pictured things
to go." He quietly mused.
He met her gaze when she didn't say anything, finding a gentle, curious
amusement in her eyes and feature. She minutely nodded, letting him know
she expected him to finish explaining himself.
"I intended on letting you vent about Heero and I'd listen, not crying on
your shoulder about MY life." A hand moved as he wiped away the tears that
gathered at the edge of his eyes.
She gave a compassionate smile as he did so. "It's okay Duo. I don't mind
that you came to me. I'm glad you DID. You need to let go of all that pain.
Hilde needs you to be strong and help her when her physical therapy becomes
more intense. You know Sally won't play around when it comes to getting her
back on her feet."
A hand rested over his, lightly squeezing. "If you EVER need to come to me
when you feel like this, I'll do my best to put everything aside and be
there for you."
Violet almost misted over at what she promised. Her life was more hectic
with each passing day; she had papers to review, meetings to go to, laws to
know, speeches to memorize...and she'd put it all aside if he wanted to
talk. Duo gave a touched smile and looked at the grass. Her finger
immediately directed his gaze back to hers, not letting him look away from
her eyes.
"All right Duo?" She gently asked, a smile tipping her lips.
Duo gave a teary smile. "You got it Relena."
"That's what I WANTED to hear Duo Maxwell." She humorously answered. Violet
crinkled into a smile as he hugged her again, knowing their talk bonded
them more than they already were. She shared a connection not many had; she
knew some of his past.
"Um...Relena? Do you mind if I go see how Hilde's doing?"
She smiled, knowing he hated to be away from his love longer than
absolutely necessary. "You go right ahead Duo. And if she kicks you out
again, come back and keep me company."
Violet looked down in the middle of his stretch. "You're not coming in
too?"
She gave a denying shake. "No. I'd like to sit out here a little longer."
An evil smile popped up. "Try and milk this for all its worth before I HAVE
to go back inside."
Duo gave a matching grin and chuckled. "Wish I could say 'I know how you
feel Lena', but I'm glad I don't have to!" He quickly darted a few feet
away with a laughing yelp when her hand batted at his legs. He laughed and
waved before jogging up the lawn to the mansion.
Now alone again, but a lot less lonely, she leaned against the tree in her
former stance. There was more on her mind than Heero, she suddenly
realized. 'I never KNEW. Course...how WOULD I?'
She never knew Duo could harbor such an amount of self-misery. She always
felt he purposely kept sadness about him, even though he liked to fool
people with his smile. A touching grin sprouted. 'I'm surprised he TOLD me.
I didn't think things would go the way they did.'
One never knew what to EXPECT from Duo, but never in a million years did
she expect to see him cry. She didn't even KNOW Duo cried. If anything, she
expected him to dodge her question with a playful jest or that trademark
grin of his. Her smile widened. 'He looked a lot better than when he sat
down.' She mused. 'I was just glad to help.'
She knew he only came out to listen, but ended up spilling his heart and
deepening their friendship. 'I'm happy he did. He needs to loosen up before
Hilde kills him out of anger.' She lightly giggled and looked at the deep
blue sky.
She was well aware of Hilde's anger, having seen it directed toward Duo
during the past month. There were a few times when she didn't blame Hilde
for loosing it, but was also touched at Duo's overreacting concern. The
braided youth had a good heart and head on his shoulders, it was just too
bad he didn't think about what Hilde would do to him when she could WALK.
It wasn't too long before she sighed and stood, giving a much needed
stretch before reluctantly heading to her study again. 'Back to the life of
a politician.'
These were the times, during the beautiful days when she was kept inside
nearly against her will, that she wished Earth and the colonies would
BEHAVE. It wasn't TOO much to ask for that a single race of people, no
matter what their age, find SOME way to agree on things in life. That's
what life was about; compromise.
A wry smile popped up. 'If THAT ever happened, I think I'd die of SHOCK.'
She joked, fighting a giggle as she went up the stairs.
The urge to also check up on Hilde's well-being was too strong to ignore
and she nudged the door open as slowly and quietly as possible. She also
knew about Hilde's sleeping problems, having been up in the middle of the
night when she and Duo started talking. Mostly it was Hilde who did so,
just trying to wear herself out to get some sleep again.
As soon as her torso was through, she eyed the scene with an adoring smile.
Hilde was indeed still asleep, as was Duo. She figured he slept on the edge
of the bed like he did so long ago to keep from waking her, but unable to
help being so far away. Otherwise, he would've slept in the makeshift bed
she had put up for him.
Fighting a chuckle, she also fought a wave of envy and isolation. Her
thoughts immediately conjured up emotionless deep blue eyes and unruly
brown hair. Her eyes dropped and a hand gripped the doorknob to keep from
crying.
Duo had it so lucky sometimes; he had Hilde in walking distance. Heck, they
were on the same CONTINENT at least. For all she knew, Heero defeated
whoever it was he intended on killing and left again.
Her throat clogged. She hoped he would come back; she so longed to see him
again, even if he was around like he was last time. She wouldn't tell a
soul he was in Sanc, if only, in exchange, he would keep her company from
time to time. All he had to do was sit in a chair and be in the same room,
he didn't even have to say one word...not that he would ANYWAY.
A nostalgic smile tipped her lips. She knew Heero Yuy didn't smile or say a
word. He commanded a power presence that attracted all he met near him
instead. She was that way, so she understood the attraction. It also went
deeper than that...she also loved him with all her heart. 'Even though he
DID try to kill me a few times...' She lamely joked, not feeling in a
joking mood.
"Relena?"
She jumped and nearly banged her shoulder on the doorway. Her eyes met
Duo's, denying her previous observance that he was asleep. He was merely
watching Hilde.
"Yes Duo?" She whispered back, eyes immediately on Hilde. She didn't want
the youth waking up if at all possible. Although she had never been through
it, she knew physical therapy was very demanding mentally and physically.
Hilde needed all her sleep if she was going to get better.
Duo stood with a curious, serious expression as he nearly tiptoed to the
door. Without a word, the two left the room to leave the sleeping girl stay
asleep. After walking a few paces away from the door, Duo stopped and
looked at Relena. "Everything okay?" He softly asked again. She wasn't
looking at him and she looked horrible, a lot different than when he last
left.
He instantly what the problem was and silently pulled her into another hug,
their roles switching. "I know you miss him," Duo whispered into her hair,
"but you know he's safe. He's HEERO. SELF-DETONATION couldn't kill him; a
fall from fifty STORIES couldn't kill him. You just have to know that he's
doing this for YOU."
She quietly sniffled and pulled back, looking into caring violet and a
gentle smile. "He IS?" She dumbly asked, blinking her confusion.
That smile widened, a trace of humor found. "Sure he is Lena. Why do you
think he WENT?" A finger traced her cheek, also wiping away a tear track in
its wake.
"Because it's a mission and it threatened peace."
"Ahh, but YOU don't know Heero like I do. He's doing this to keep peace.
Yea, it's another mission to him, but it's a mission of PEACE. He may be
killing the assassin, but he's stopping the mob's tirade. He's
inadvertently doing it so that you don't get involved. He doesn't want
anything to happen to you Lena and THAT'S why he left."
Her jaw clenched as warm feeling enveloped her. A smile appeared through
her emotions as she looked at Duo. He could sure make sense when he WANTED
to... Her eyes brimmed over as different tears appeared. "When did you get
so good at reading people?" She lamely kidded, hugging him again.
Duo quietly chuckled and squeezed her. "Trust me; I had a hard time with
suicide boy. But once you stare at him long enough, you get to see past his
shell."
She giggled and pulled away, wiping the tears away. "I needed that Duo,
thanks." She muttered after a pause.
Duo gently chucked her under the chin, denying her gratitude. "Hey, I don't
want thanks for something I wasn't able to do earlier. That's just one out
of all that I owe you. I haven't been the best friend the past month, or
very attentive. If ANYONE should be thanking anyone, it's ME. You're the
one who stayed with me as much as possible during Hilde's coma Relena. I'm
basically in your debt."
She gave a denying shake. "I only did what ANY friend would do Duo. I kept
you company to try and take your mind off of your worry." A small smile
appeared. "I'm just sorry I wasn't any more help."
"You were there and that's what I needed." A soft smile melted Duo's
exterior, eyes shining with mirth. "I think we're BOTH going to keep at it
until sundown, so why don't we just drop it while we're both behind." She
nodded with a smile.
A thumb jerked to the closed doorway behind them. "And I'll let you get to
your paperwork and me back to the woman I love, if it's all right with
you."
She heaved a dramatic sigh, looking put out. "If I must, I must." Duo
chuckled and the two stepped back, going different directions again. Even
as she sat down to a small stack of laws to read through, she didn't feel
as bogged down as she normally did. She knew the conversations with Duo
helped more than anything.
Knowing full well she should pick up a sheet and get to work, she stared at
the open window as thoughts consumed her. She never knew Duo could be so
compassionate and understanding, even though he would never be in her
situation...not if he could help it.
A grin tipped her lips. He was already in Hilde's room, most likely
watching her sleep again if she was right. She remembered back to the first
time they met on her birthday, when Heero pointed a gun in her face. The
Duo Maxwell from then was such a different Duo Maxwell that she saw just
minutes ago. He looked so grown up and matures, not just through time
itself. Even though fighting aged him, his harrowing experiences with Hilde
taught him to grow up.
'Just as ALL of life's lessons do.' Shaking herself, she looked at a
document and forced herself to get to work, to get done for the night.
There was so much to do and no time to do it. 'Maybe, but all work and no
play makes Relena Dorlain a dull girl.' With a quick giggle, she started
in.
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The night was dark, and it stank. The streets were dotted with litter, a
few homeless people sleeping under cardboard boxes or newspapers. He felt a
stab of pity for the pathetic souls, knowing that some of them were in the
war. He knew because he RECOGNIZED some of them.
With a quick shake to rid his mind of everything but the person he was
tracking, he walked past the people in the ally. Stopping in the shadows
and blending in, he peered out at the night. Nothing moved, but he knew
that was just a facsimile of what was going on beneath.
The first night he was around, everything hit him full force. He was never
in this corner of the world during the war, but he could still feel his
roots deep down. He was near his ancestor's hometown. It felt mildly
justifiable to be somewhere near that, especially when he didn't know who
he was deep down.
Deep blue narrowed at his waning thought track. Best to keep on the
mission. He knew the assassin was out there, he could almost SENSE them.
Being very good at digging up dirt on people, he went to the place where
those few were murdered and studied every inch of the place, taking it all
in. He developed a small profile on the elusive person, though a face he
couldn't describe.
He was normally very good at judging people and figuring out the details to
a person's movements, but after being here for a few days, he still wasn't
able to find whoever. He encountered a lot during his stakeouts, but their
moves didn't flow with the fluid energy this assassin possessed.
Leaving the shadows, he walked down the main street, feeling as if he was
being directed somewhere. He knew the mob's name now; The Blur.
He intended on staking out a few of their places to see if he could spot
his target. Maybe then, he'd end the assassin's life and the leader,
leaving the mob a lot more vulnerable than during the war. Without someone
in the chain of command, The Blur would slowly tear apart. Right now, they
were cocky, thinking they were invincible. His eyes narrowed. He'd change
THAT.
After a quick check for anything suspicious, he ducked into the back door
of a club, the pounding beat heard outside the walls. The small, live club
was a place where The Blur hung out a lot. There were a few other clubs in
the city he needed to visit, but right now, he was going to go inside and
sit down.
Having been on his feet since the sun went down, tracking this mysterious
assassin; he was mildly tired, even for HIS training. The streets were
merciless and unforgiving, and the people crowded every chance they could
get.
Eyes immediately scanning the area for The Blur's henchman, he strolled in
as if he belonged there. Easily walking through the crowd, he sat at a
small, empty booth and plopped down.
A waitress came up seconds later, asking what he wanted. With a quick point
of the drink menu, he flashed a handmade fake i.d. and was left seconds
later. He didn't normally drink, not finding a point in dulling his senses,
but wanted to blend in. Even if alcohol made it hard to dull his
metabolism. He wasn't twenty-one, but his eyes and stance made him seem
older.
The current band finished, getting a loud cheer from the milling crowd.
After a moment's silence while another band set up, a small glass of rum
was set before him. Setting a few credits on the table, he nodded and the
waitress left.
Picking it up, he took a small drink, eyes momentarily riveted on the
stage. The group didn't look oriental by any means, but that apparently
didn't matter to the crowd by the amount of immediate cheering they
received.
With a quick smile and wave to the crowd, the obvious leader of the band
turned behind him and nodded to a bass player. An almost catchy tune filled
the silence.
Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing It brings me down, but I won't let them
If I seem bleak Well you'd be correct And if I don't speak It's cause I can't disconnect But I won't be burned by the reflection Of the fire in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
He sipped on the rum, ears perked to the lyrics. The rock music wasn't ALL bad... Something in those lyrics hit him. Or maybe it was the alcohol invading his system. The pleasant buzz invaded his veins, mildly ignored as he kept an eye out for his surroundings. Something felt wrong somehow, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away There's more to living than only surviving Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying
Though you hear me I don't think that you relate My will is something That you can't confiscate So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated By destruction in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
A hand tightened on the end of his gun. Somehow, the lyrics were pretty correct. His eyes narrowed through the loud music and drowned out cheering. Staying so long, in such a public spot, was a bad idea. He should've stayed in the shadows, where he belonged. The whole situation was getting unsettling. The glass of rum paused just before his lips. He slowly lowered it and mildly glared at it, as if the strong alcohol was the root of his problems. Feeling he went too far to blend in, the shot glass was nearly slammed down on the table, almost breaking it and the wood. The next club he went to, it was the shadows for him. No matter how hard he tried to be remotely normal, it just didn't work. Dark eyes looked around in the low lighting, a flashing strobe agitating his low patience. That same, uneasy feeling returned, as if warning him. Unconsciously, his hand tightened even farther on the gun, eyes scanning what he could.
When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away There's more to living than only surviving Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying
His attention was suddenly drawn to a side spot in the crowd. When a few bodies moved out of the way there stood a girl...staring directly at HIM. He matched her gaze, not wavering and immediately knew. He knew one reason he was unable to see her was the entirely black outfit she wore. The emotionless gaze also tipped him off. When she took a step into the crowd, he quickly stood and pointed his gun. She gave a small smile and continued to stare, seemingly unafraid of her own death. His eyes narrowed, already locked on her head. One quick pull of the trigger was what it'd take. One bullet right through the eyes and she'd be out of his hair, and Relena's. Blue flashed in his head and his resolve tightened. He was doing this for her so she didn't have to stay up late nights and worry. He was trying to make her life easier by making it simpler.
Though you hear me I don't think that you relate My will is something That you can't confiscate So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated By destruction in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
In the span of a second, someone walked in front of the statue-like girl...and she vanished. His eyes minutely widened before masking again, the gun quickly pulling back. Where'd she GO? He stood and hurried from the booth, eyes scanning the area. A small part amongst the bodies gave him her location, especially when someone moved. He hurried afterwards, hastily weaving around people, eyes still locked on all black.
Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing It brings me down, but I won't let them
She was it...she HAD to be. He hurried after her at almost breakneck speed, wondering how she could run so fast. He had to actually hurry to keep up with her. He was used to extreme weather, could take bullets without blinking, withstand pain of gross amounts, stamina and speed were above average...yet he had to use some of that just to keep up with her. 'How can she be so fast??' He furiously wondered; bangs swishing around his eyes. Cobalt blue narrowed as he sped up. She was going for an exit door and her escape; there was no way he was going to let her leave.
If I seem bleak Well you'd be correct And if I don't speak It's cause I can't disconnect But I won't be burned by the reflection Of the fire in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
Even with his speed, she managed to get through the door before he could draw the unused gun. Remembering it, he quickly fired, leaving a hole in the exit door, right where her head would've been. His eyes widened longer than last time, mouth mildly gaping open. She dodged it...how could she DODGE that?! He pushed through the door and looked around with determination, scanning the darkness, every nook and cranny. She disappeared again! Fighting a growl and the urge to hurt something, he took off to the front of the club and scan there. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ From on top of the pounding club, a pair of onyx eyes looked down on the ally, a small amused smile on thick lips. Those black, Chinese eyes followed him as he agitatedly looked around and ran to the front of the club. Strong arms absently crossed over a muscular chest. He wasn't even CLOSE to catching up, or finding the owner to those eyes. He wasn't even looking in the right direction. With a small smirk, onyx turned away from and blended into the darkness with ease.
Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing It brings me down, but I won't let them
If I seem bleak Well you'd be correct And if I don't speak It's cause I can't disconnect But I won't be burned by the reflection Of the fire in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
He sipped on the rum, ears perked to the lyrics. The rock music wasn't ALL bad... Something in those lyrics hit him. Or maybe it was the alcohol invading his system. The pleasant buzz invaded his veins, mildly ignored as he kept an eye out for his surroundings. Something felt wrong somehow, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away There's more to living than only surviving Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying
Though you hear me I don't think that you relate My will is something That you can't confiscate So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated By destruction in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
A hand tightened on the end of his gun. Somehow, the lyrics were pretty correct. His eyes narrowed through the loud music and drowned out cheering. Staying so long, in such a public spot, was a bad idea. He should've stayed in the shadows, where he belonged. The whole situation was getting unsettling. The glass of rum paused just before his lips. He slowly lowered it and mildly glared at it, as if the strong alcohol was the root of his problems. Feeling he went too far to blend in, the shot glass was nearly slammed down on the table, almost breaking it and the wood. The next club he went to, it was the shadows for him. No matter how hard he tried to be remotely normal, it just didn't work. Dark eyes looked around in the low lighting, a flashing strobe agitating his low patience. That same, uneasy feeling returned, as if warning him. Unconsciously, his hand tightened even farther on the gun, eyes scanning what he could.
When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away There's more to living than only surviving Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying
His attention was suddenly drawn to a side spot in the crowd. When a few bodies moved out of the way there stood a girl...staring directly at HIM. He matched her gaze, not wavering and immediately knew. He knew one reason he was unable to see her was the entirely black outfit she wore. The emotionless gaze also tipped him off. When she took a step into the crowd, he quickly stood and pointed his gun. She gave a small smile and continued to stare, seemingly unafraid of her own death. His eyes narrowed, already locked on her head. One quick pull of the trigger was what it'd take. One bullet right through the eyes and she'd be out of his hair, and Relena's. Blue flashed in his head and his resolve tightened. He was doing this for her so she didn't have to stay up late nights and worry. He was trying to make her life easier by making it simpler.
Though you hear me I don't think that you relate My will is something That you can't confiscate So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated By destruction in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
In the span of a second, someone walked in front of the statue-like girl...and she vanished. His eyes minutely widened before masking again, the gun quickly pulling back. Where'd she GO? He stood and hurried from the booth, eyes scanning the area. A small part amongst the bodies gave him her location, especially when someone moved. He hurried afterwards, hastily weaving around people, eyes still locked on all black.
Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing It brings me down, but I won't let them
She was it...she HAD to be. He hurried after her at almost breakneck speed, wondering how she could run so fast. He had to actually hurry to keep up with her. He was used to extreme weather, could take bullets without blinking, withstand pain of gross amounts, stamina and speed were above average...yet he had to use some of that just to keep up with her. 'How can she be so fast??' He furiously wondered; bangs swishing around his eyes. Cobalt blue narrowed as he sped up. She was going for an exit door and her escape; there was no way he was going to let her leave.
If I seem bleak Well you'd be correct And if I don't speak It's cause I can't disconnect But I won't be burned by the reflection Of the fire in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
Even with his speed, she managed to get through the door before he could draw the unused gun. Remembering it, he quickly fired, leaving a hole in the exit door, right where her head would've been. His eyes widened longer than last time, mouth mildly gaping open. She dodged it...how could she DODGE that?! He pushed through the door and looked around with determination, scanning the darkness, every nook and cranny. She disappeared again! Fighting a growl and the urge to hurt something, he took off to the front of the club and scan there. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ From on top of the pounding club, a pair of onyx eyes looked down on the ally, a small amused smile on thick lips. Those black, Chinese eyes followed him as he agitatedly looked around and ran to the front of the club. Strong arms absently crossed over a muscular chest. He wasn't even CLOSE to catching up, or finding the owner to those eyes. He wasn't even looking in the right direction. With a small smirk, onyx turned away from and blended into the darkness with ease.