Namae wo Tsukete
© 2002 Lady Pax
LP: *lol* I thought the last chapter was boring...obviously you guys didn't think so!! Okay, well...I've got the whole story figured out now... Hehehe...lots of twists and turns, emotions toyed with, and an unexpected ending...even if you know me personally - or story-wise. But I've got some questions to ask of you guys before I write more chapters....
1. Do you think Treize falling in love with someone *other* than Lady Une is a good idea?
2. Should the woman that we met in chapter eight die?
3. How would you feel if Trowa should die?
That's it! Please answer!!
Wrathe – you'll figure out soon enough!! ^_^ Cowpewter – You've never read a 2x3?! YOU HAVEN'T LIVED THEN YET!!! *lol* Just kiddin'. Thanks for the compliment on Heero's line (do you think it'll become as famous as 'Omae o korosu [I will/I'll kill you]?)! I'm not sure anyone else got it though – though I am *not* insulting your intelligence if you didn't!! Some person - :D WOW!! You really enjoyed it, didn't you? Here's your chapter! SilverShinigami – ooh, nice pen-name! Me likes! Glad you liked the chapter! Trowa and Duo are the BEST pairings in my mind!! Hehe... I know, for some reason I can't get Heero's personality right... *sigh* I should work on that, ne? Robin – Well, I can't tell you if Trowa dies or not... Maybe yes, maybe no – but I'm not making any promises here! Please don't decapitate me if he does, though!
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Chapter Nine
Lady Suzuka Yoshinari gave a yell of surprise and terror, her orange eyes going wide, and began running the opposite way, holding Trowa's head closer to her chest (A/N: is she lucky or what? ^_^'). With an extra kick of speed, she managed to reach a large, silver box that was big enough to cover only two full grown people. She kicked the soldier that was huddling there out in the open, and sat in the short shadow that the box loomed over, readying herself for the blow.
It came with deafening impact against the box, and she could barely hear the screams and yells of agony from the soldiers in the open. She clenched her eyes shut, setting her jaw, and waiting out the destruction.
She heard nothing more, and opened her eyes. The grenade hadn't reached this far, which surprised her, and in one fluid, catlike motion she had lifted herself and Trowa up and was running down the hall again.
She ran down the hall, through a series of twist and turns, up and down stairs – killing every soldier on sight with either a small grenade of her own, a knife, or her gun.
Finally, she came to the exit, and threw open the door. The fresh air of bitter coldness reached her skin, and she held the man in her arms tighter.
She stood there at the top of the tall, camouflaged base, the harsh winds making her coffee-brown hair whip wildly around her face. She heard dim footsteps sounding on the stairway behind her, then the door fling open again.
"Stop right there, Lady Suzuka," someone growled. She paid no heed to them. The only thought in her mind was the man in her arms, and her mission to get him back to the safehouse where he belonged.
Suzuka walked to the edge of the rooftop as if she were a machine. Her eyes were devoid and emotionless, the pupils contracted so far that all that was left was a foggy, opaque orange.
"Please," said a new, man's voice. "Stop right there or we will be forced to shoot."
She looked over her shoulder at the man, and saw it was General Treize Khushrenada. She wondered why he was there, but shook it off.
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When she turned, Treize's throat tightened. The way her hair was waving like a ragged banner in the wind, the way some went in front of her deep orange eyes, and the way the snow swirled around her, she looked like an angel. Her face depicted sorrow, dismay, and immense pain.
She began stepping off the building and the soldiers surrounding Treize began moving towards her, cocking their guns. He outstretched an arm.
"Hold your fire."
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Suzuka then jumped off the building, falling head first to the ground.
"Geyser project command!" she whispered, clenching her eyes against the bitter cold. "A is for apple as D is to dog!"
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, something swooped below her and she changed position so she fell on the hard surface of the hovering Mobile Suit with her knees. Bullets hit the surface of it, leaving tiny dents like the prints of a bird on the sand.
She dropped from the shoulder of the giant mecha to the cockpit platform, and with the single word of "open", the entrance-way slid open and she secured Trowa into the cockpit.
"Tempest project command!" she said over the whirring of engines of enemy suits and dolls. "The black cat strikes without a sound!"
Suzuka slid the cockpit door closed on the Mobile Suit, gave it a whack, and jumped down as it started climbing upwards.
She landed nimbly on her feet onto the cockpit platform of a completely red, orange, and yellow Gundam with what seemed to be a long, Gundanium and laser mace as a weapon in its hand.
"Pen-O-ay!" she yelled and it allowed her to enter.
She secured herself with the safety harness in the Gundam and turned around to face the steadily gaining opponents.
"Don't play with the devil unless you intend to get burned..." she growled.
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LP: yay...another boring chapter... Hope you guys liked it! ^_~
Review, now, please!!
Peace – I'm out!
