Rebellion
By: Gypsy Tollamer
Gypsy: Hi everyone.. This is going to be one long, sad and yet wonderful fic I hope. I'm basing it off the events that happened in Europe during the Holocaust. That event is by far the scariest thing that ever happened I think. To think that 12 million people were murdered for various reasons is just really, really frightening. Thanks to Pegs for encouraging me to write this…
Trowa slipped into the shadows of the dark ally in Berlin. He couldn't help but be nervous. Here he was Jewish teenager waiting around in a dark ally past curfew. People would think he just waiting for a death warrant but he had to be here. He needed the information and goods that were supposed to arriving this evening. Raja Une's daughter, Mariemaia was sick on top of everything else and needed medicine. Suddenly he heard footsteps. Trowa hid behind the large unused oil drum in the ally. In the dim light he could distinctly see blonde hair.
"Trowa." That person whispered. Trowa knew that voice well and loved it too. Trowa stood up and motioned for him and Quatre to move into the darkness further.
"Sorry I'm late." Quatre said. "I tried to sneak out earlier but Father was throwing a party and there were too many Nazis around."
"I'm just glad you made it all." Trowa said. "Did you get what we needed?"
"I got what I could. I brought a couple medicines from the cabinet at home, some ration cards, Bullets for a this Colt 45 I found on the black market, and Hilde made some bread for you and your group." He said handing the basket over to Trowa.
"Thank god for you and Hilde." Trowa said. Trowa pulled Quatre into a quick embrace.
Quatre sighed and leaned his head against Trowa's chest. He loved him so much.
"You better go." Trowa said. "Before the feds catch you out past curfew."
"Yeah." Quatre sighed before pushing his lips against Trowa's. "I love you."
Trowa nodded and handed Quatre a list. "If you can get these supplies and bring them this Thursday we'd be grateful."
"Okay." Quatre said putting his hat on. "I'll try."
"Thank you." Trowa said kissing Quatre's head and they both started to walk toward the exit of the ally. "You go first then I'll follow."
Quatre nodded before hurrying off into the night towards his home. Quatre's father was one of the richer men in Berlin. He owned the realty office and the bank and had been a ranking officer in the German army during World War One. Quatre loved his father but hated the people he was associated with. Quatre slipped inside the gate and began to crawl up the ladder that led to the balcony outside his room. Then he pulled the ladder up with him pushing it under his bed. He sighed before pulling off his coat and hat. Germany was a dark place now a days.
Trowa slipped over the ghetto wall and hurried into the nearest building the one where they slept. It had a roof that was a plus. Trowa entered and hurried to the place where they all sat in a circle. Trowa set the basket down and began to warm his hands over the oil lamp. It didn't give much heat but Trowa's hands didn't care. The gloves he wore didn't have any fingers and didn't keep his hands that warm. Heero sighed and then spoke softly.
"What did Quatre say?"
"There really wasn't time to talk. Quatre was late." He said.
"Did he send medicine?" Lady Une asked with a worried look on her face.
'Yes. There's some cough elixir in there. It should help." Trowa said. He also sent Bread, ration cards and a Colt 45 with bullets."
"My kind of gun." Duo said puffing out the smoke from his cigarette. Duo and his friend Wife were originally from America. But they had moved to Europe before chaos broke loose. Since they were foreigners, the Nazis held them to be just as much as a threat as any Jew so they were in the ghetto too.
"We'll have to hide this stuff well. We've got rations here for vegetables, flour and potatoes. I'll go tomorrow and get the food." Sally said. Sally had dark blonde hair but could still be considered Arian enough to walk the streets without being asked for papers. She was also a very good actress and didn't mind using her sex appeal to distract guards.
"We better get some sleep." Wufei said. "We have to dig more trenches tomorrow."
"Did Quatre say how Hilde was?" Duo asked. Hilde had gotten out of the ghetto on fake papers and was working as a kitchen girl in Quatre's home.
'She's fine Duo. Go to sleep." Trowa said lying down and turning off the lamp.
END of part 1! Please review and tell me if I should continue…..
