I am an Imaginary Living Body
Chapter 7
By Dreama Tsuki
Gomen this took so long! I have been really busy and then I got writers block and then I've been busy getting ready for college and moving. All disclaimers apply. Here's the next part.
"At night, the town is quiet like the bottom of the ocean
I continue down the road by myself
Guided by the distant voice
I keep searching for the soft blue light"-Tanaka Rie Ningyo Hime
Hiiro and Usagi slept peacefully in a hotel room. The repair truck had broken down and Hiiro was already making plans to steal a new one.
It had been hours since Usagi's outburst of emotion. Hiiro kicked himself over his reaction: he did nothing, only stared at her then kept driving. He cringed every time he thought of that pathetic look on her face. He couldn't say anything, he couldn't let his emotions get in the middle of his mission.
Hiiro had fallen asleep while all of these mixed thoughts ran through his head. He did not see the figure at the bathroom window, nor did he hear the creak of the window as it opened. He did not feel new presence enter the room (or maybe I'm the only one that usually knows when someone is trying to sneak up on me, no matter how quiet they are). He did not notice his precious keepsake as it was stolen into the night.
The buzzer on the alarm went off, but Hiiro had been awake before then. There was no weight next to him in the bed, sleeping peacefully. He had looked everywhere he thought she would be, vending machines, kitchen, dining room, but she was not anywhere to be found. He asked the people at the front desk, but they had not seen her, nor did they seem to care. He had to help himself to the security tapes.
Usagi did not know where she was. A strange man with outrageous orange hair sat next to her in what seemed to be a basement.
"Cigarette?" he offered with a harsh German accent. Usagi shook her head and tried to go as far into the corner as she could. The man laughed, "Cute little girl. No wonder Taketori wanted you."
"I thought OZ wanted me," Usagi whispered in her corner.
The man laughed again, "Those men in the ugly uniforms have better things to worry about, like the fact that they are falling apart. Taketori wants you because he provided the funding to create you," he snorted, "I wonder if those ass holes think they are God now?"
"What is he going to do with me?"
"Just wait and see what happens my dear girl," the man took a long drag from his cigarette.
Hiiro and Trowa sat in the old hotel room watching a security tape. It all there in various shades of green, a man with wild hair sneaking in the old window and reemerging with a small girl nestled in his arms. All Hiiro could do was stare blankly.
"You didn't hear a thing?" Trowa asked the perfect soldier.
"Nothing," he responded closing his eyes.
"Just as I thought," Trowa said standing up, Hiiro looked at him, "A wealthy businessmen named Taketori sponsored practically all of the research and creation of Usagi. Lately he has been demanding that OZ boost its efforts to get her. Taketori has a group of mentally gifted bodyguards, one of them has the ability to control minds. He must have been the one here last night."
After hearing that, Hiiro still blamed himself for Usagi's kidnapping. He had been weak enough for some psychic or whatever to control his mind. He should have stayed awake and looked after Usagi. "Any idea where they could be?"
"No idea," Trowa responded, "Taketori properties in his name. This is more of something you would be good at finding out." And with that he stood up, "I've got transportation big enough for your Gundam, let me know when your find her." And with that he left.
Hiiro took out his laptop and prepared for a long day.
Usagi awoke to the sound of voices in another room. The orange haired man was keeping her in his room. He kept calling her his pet, she couldn't quite figure out what he meant by that, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to know. All she knew is that she wanted to go home. The door opened and the orange-haired man entered, "Hmph Taketori is dead." He lit yet another cigarettes, they were starting to make Usagi's head hurt. "Time to have some fun." He gave a devilish smile as he closed in on the poor girl.
To be continued….
Updated March 25, 2003
New part will be out soon, my head hurts right now….
