Chapter 7:
"Lark?" Heero said for the fourth time.
"What? Huh?" She asked as she focused back on the present. The fate of her family tugged at her, she could not even pay attention to the remodeling plans for the Gundams.
"Are you ok?" Trowa asked, "Is something wrong?"
Lark looked over at him, fear and anger flooding her expression, "My family..."
"What about them?" Heero asked. "What happened?"
"Khan arrested Hwoarang."
"Who's Hwoarang?" Quatre asked.
"He's my twin brother," she replied, "Khan arrested him for no reason at all."
"What a jerk!" Chang said angrily. "When do we head out, I can't wait to have a chance at him!"
Lark smiled in spite of her sadness, then again frowned as she went on, "My father, and two of my brothers tried to help him but got themselves arrested."
"What about Chu-San and your mother?" Heero asked, "Are they ok?"
"Armand is going to take care of them till I can get up there, but now the Emperor is after me and says he will kill my whole family unless I show myself," she replied, then added angrily, "He's such a coward!"
"Can you fill in all the details for us?" Duo asked.
Lark looked over at him, then went on to tell them about the legend and all the events she had just learned, when she was finished it 9:00, and fatigue hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Well," Trowa said, "I think we all should just stay here and get about five hours of sleep."
They all agreed to the plan.
After Duo, Quatre and Chang left, Trowa hung back to walk with Lark.
"I'm worried about you Lark," Heero said as he was leaving, "Get some sleep."
"I will," she replied as he hugged her.
Trowa watched her as Heero disappeared around the corner.
She turned to him but before she could speak he stopped her, "You don't have to talk about it right now, I know how you feel and you know how I feel."
"So it's official then?" She asked.
"What do you think?" He asked as he leaned down and softly kissed her.
She let him pull her tight against his body as he kissed her gently.
_____
That night in her room, Lark sat up thinking.
"How in the galaxy did I get here?" she asked herself out loud. She hugged the sheets to her face and smiled. Ever since she had left on her mission to find Heero, she had been depressed at the sight of him. She frowned at the thought of it, his not knowing where he was from or even who he really was. His name was not even Heero Yuy, but was given to him as a "code" name, and came from the deceased leader of the colonies. I wonder if he remembers that too...she thought as she lay down and looked up at the ceiling...AC...Ansel Chiaki, of the legendary Chiaki Clan who perished seven years ago never seen again on Quarrentine.
When she and Heero were young she had called him AC and he had called her Ly (lie). She sighed, those days had been full of peace and she and Heero had been happy children who played in the woods and ran through fields.
Lark rolled over, she just had to defeat Khan, so that the children could stop suffering, and be kids.
She thought back to when she, Hwoarang, Armand, Baek, and Heero built a fort in the woods. Garrik had only been three then, and Chu-San wasn't even around. Lark wrinkled her nose in thought. She, AC (Heero), and Hwoarang had been seven, Baek nine and Armand twelve. They used to work on that fort every day after school, until Armand had been assigned an apprenticeship under a mobile suit pilot before he had turned thirteen. Then when Baek turned eleven, he had to leave and join the army.
Lark frowned angrily at the memory, it had been wrong of the Emperor to command eleven-year olds to start training in his army. Then she remembered something else. When she, Heero, and Hwoarang turned eight, a law had been passed that any child eight years of age had to endure intense martial art training. So they did, even though they still had fun, Lark had felt deprived of her childhood, they did not even have a chance to finish their fort.
When they turned nine, Heero had been snatched up by the army for mobile suit training, in which the true talent he possessed came out. From that point on, Lark never saw him again, until a few months ago when she came to Earth.
The anger rushed through her, she just had to have someone to talk to. She snatched up the phone and dialed Heero's room number.
"Hello?" a sleepy voice answered.
"Duo?" Lark asked, "Let me talk to Heero."
"He's not here."
"Not here?" Lark asked, "Well where is he?!"
"He took the speedboat and went back to the mainland."
"What?!" Lark yelled, "But why?"
"Relena called him, and he took off to meet her." Duo replied, yawning into the phone.
"Well, he'll be back won't he?" She asked.
"Yeah," Duo replied sleepily, "He told me to tell you that he might be late."
Lark frowned, "Thanks Duo, good night."
"Good night Lark," he replied.
Lark stared at the phone for a few minutes before she hung up. Suddenly she reached for the phone again.
"Hello?"
"Trowa! Did I wake you?" Lark asked.
"Oh no," Trowa replied, "I was up already. Is something wrong?"
"I just needed someone to talk to, and Heero went to the mainland to meet Relena."
"Oh," Trowa said, "Well, you want me to come over and we can talk?"
"Yeah," Lark said, "I'd like that."
_____
Lark looked at the clock, it was now eleven, and Trowa had been there since ten. The whole hour had been spent talking about her lost childhood. Lark had discovered that Trowa had had it pretty rough too.
Lark looked over at him. Trowa was still sitting in the armchair and had not even changed from his work clothes. When he had first got there, she had sat on the arm of the couch facing him, getting up to pace back and forth when something upset her. She turned from the window and walked over to him. Sitting down on the arm of the chair, she leaned against him, "Trowa, I think I'm in love with you."
"Lark," he said as he pulled her into his lap and lifted her chin, "Are you sure?"
Lark placed a hand on his chest and rested her head above it, "I'm very sure."
Lark closed her eyes and listened to his heart as he slipped his strong arm around her, "Are you ok now?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, "Trowa?"
"Yes my angel?"
"Do you love me?" she asked.
"Yes, I love you so much that I will even go up against Octavian to have you," he replied.
"You know about him?"
"Yes," Trowa replied, "And he's not worthy of you. But I'm not worthy of you either."
She looked up at him, "You're worthy, it's just that I don't deserve such a nice guy as you."
Putting a finger to her lips, he silenced her. Then he leaned down and kissed her.
"Well," he said after he pulled away, "You have a very busy day tomorrow, so you need to get to sleep."
"Lark?" Heero said for the fourth time.
"What? Huh?" She asked as she focused back on the present. The fate of her family tugged at her, she could not even pay attention to the remodeling plans for the Gundams.
"Are you ok?" Trowa asked, "Is something wrong?"
Lark looked over at him, fear and anger flooding her expression, "My family..."
"What about them?" Heero asked. "What happened?"
"Khan arrested Hwoarang."
"Who's Hwoarang?" Quatre asked.
"He's my twin brother," she replied, "Khan arrested him for no reason at all."
"What a jerk!" Chang said angrily. "When do we head out, I can't wait to have a chance at him!"
Lark smiled in spite of her sadness, then again frowned as she went on, "My father, and two of my brothers tried to help him but got themselves arrested."
"What about Chu-San and your mother?" Heero asked, "Are they ok?"
"Armand is going to take care of them till I can get up there, but now the Emperor is after me and says he will kill my whole family unless I show myself," she replied, then added angrily, "He's such a coward!"
"Can you fill in all the details for us?" Duo asked.
Lark looked over at him, then went on to tell them about the legend and all the events she had just learned, when she was finished it 9:00, and fatigue hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Well," Trowa said, "I think we all should just stay here and get about five hours of sleep."
They all agreed to the plan.
After Duo, Quatre and Chang left, Trowa hung back to walk with Lark.
"I'm worried about you Lark," Heero said as he was leaving, "Get some sleep."
"I will," she replied as he hugged her.
Trowa watched her as Heero disappeared around the corner.
She turned to him but before she could speak he stopped her, "You don't have to talk about it right now, I know how you feel and you know how I feel."
"So it's official then?" She asked.
"What do you think?" He asked as he leaned down and softly kissed her.
She let him pull her tight against his body as he kissed her gently.
_____
That night in her room, Lark sat up thinking.
"How in the galaxy did I get here?" she asked herself out loud. She hugged the sheets to her face and smiled. Ever since she had left on her mission to find Heero, she had been depressed at the sight of him. She frowned at the thought of it, his not knowing where he was from or even who he really was. His name was not even Heero Yuy, but was given to him as a "code" name, and came from the deceased leader of the colonies. I wonder if he remembers that too...she thought as she lay down and looked up at the ceiling...AC...Ansel Chiaki, of the legendary Chiaki Clan who perished seven years ago never seen again on Quarrentine.
When she and Heero were young she had called him AC and he had called her Ly (lie). She sighed, those days had been full of peace and she and Heero had been happy children who played in the woods and ran through fields.
Lark rolled over, she just had to defeat Khan, so that the children could stop suffering, and be kids.
She thought back to when she, Hwoarang, Armand, Baek, and Heero built a fort in the woods. Garrik had only been three then, and Chu-San wasn't even around. Lark wrinkled her nose in thought. She, AC (Heero), and Hwoarang had been seven, Baek nine and Armand twelve. They used to work on that fort every day after school, until Armand had been assigned an apprenticeship under a mobile suit pilot before he had turned thirteen. Then when Baek turned eleven, he had to leave and join the army.
Lark frowned angrily at the memory, it had been wrong of the Emperor to command eleven-year olds to start training in his army. Then she remembered something else. When she, Heero, and Hwoarang turned eight, a law had been passed that any child eight years of age had to endure intense martial art training. So they did, even though they still had fun, Lark had felt deprived of her childhood, they did not even have a chance to finish their fort.
When they turned nine, Heero had been snatched up by the army for mobile suit training, in which the true talent he possessed came out. From that point on, Lark never saw him again, until a few months ago when she came to Earth.
The anger rushed through her, she just had to have someone to talk to. She snatched up the phone and dialed Heero's room number.
"Hello?" a sleepy voice answered.
"Duo?" Lark asked, "Let me talk to Heero."
"He's not here."
"Not here?" Lark asked, "Well where is he?!"
"He took the speedboat and went back to the mainland."
"What?!" Lark yelled, "But why?"
"Relena called him, and he took off to meet her." Duo replied, yawning into the phone.
"Well, he'll be back won't he?" She asked.
"Yeah," Duo replied sleepily, "He told me to tell you that he might be late."
Lark frowned, "Thanks Duo, good night."
"Good night Lark," he replied.
Lark stared at the phone for a few minutes before she hung up. Suddenly she reached for the phone again.
"Hello?"
"Trowa! Did I wake you?" Lark asked.
"Oh no," Trowa replied, "I was up already. Is something wrong?"
"I just needed someone to talk to, and Heero went to the mainland to meet Relena."
"Oh," Trowa said, "Well, you want me to come over and we can talk?"
"Yeah," Lark said, "I'd like that."
_____
Lark looked at the clock, it was now eleven, and Trowa had been there since ten. The whole hour had been spent talking about her lost childhood. Lark had discovered that Trowa had had it pretty rough too.
Lark looked over at him. Trowa was still sitting in the armchair and had not even changed from his work clothes. When he had first got there, she had sat on the arm of the couch facing him, getting up to pace back and forth when something upset her. She turned from the window and walked over to him. Sitting down on the arm of the chair, she leaned against him, "Trowa, I think I'm in love with you."
"Lark," he said as he pulled her into his lap and lifted her chin, "Are you sure?"
Lark placed a hand on his chest and rested her head above it, "I'm very sure."
Lark closed her eyes and listened to his heart as he slipped his strong arm around her, "Are you ok now?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, "Trowa?"
"Yes my angel?"
"Do you love me?" she asked.
"Yes, I love you so much that I will even go up against Octavian to have you," he replied.
"You know about him?"
"Yes," Trowa replied, "And he's not worthy of you. But I'm not worthy of you either."
She looked up at him, "You're worthy, it's just that I don't deserve such a nice guy as you."
Putting a finger to her lips, he silenced her. Then he leaned down and kissed her.
"Well," he said after he pulled away, "You have a very busy day tomorrow, so you need to get to sleep."