Just one thing before we start: I'm a BAAAAAAAD girl.
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Past, Present, Future
by Grace Musica
Chapter Eleven
Broken Hearts
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Midii did her best to try to heal her friend, but the damage was done, and would proably never be erased. However, it was eased gratly in the next two years by the birth of not one, not two, but four Winners--triplets Peter, Cecilia and James, and Anthony, the baby of the family. It caused much hilarity when Duo made a remark about bedrest within earshot of Lizzy, who smartly asked if that was the reason why Hilde had just as many kids as she.
Duo allwed a lecherous grin to paint his face. "No, we just like sex." At this, he folded his hands together, as if he was praying. "And being the good Catholic that I am--" he paused at Lizzy's snort of laughter "--I'm not allowed to use birth control. But you would know all about that, right Liz?"
Lizzy threw the pillow supporting her bad leg at him.
"Okay, okay, sis. Here's a serious question: How come all the kids have nice, Catholic names and not Arabic ones?"
"Because."
Quatre looked at Duo. "Because Lizzy threatened me with no more sex if she wasn't allowed to name them."
Another pillow went sailing, along with the threat of the rest of the couch next time a smart comment was made. "Because of my infatuation with saint names!(1) Duo, you know that."
"Ah, yes... How could I forget? When you were little, you were so excited about confirmation(2), 'cause you were allowed to take a saint name. Which one did you take, by the way?"
"Anthony."
"You took a guy's? God, Liz, you SURE you don't secretly want to be a guy?"
"Okay, Maxwell, that's it. I'm going to kick your ass, right here and now."
Midii was thinking thoughout the entire exchange. "Okay, let me see if I have this straight... Marianna--Mary, mother of Jesus. Joseph, his surrogate father. What about the others?"
"Peter, first pope of the Church and the 'rock upon which the church was built'," Duo supplied before Lizzy could say anything. "See? I remember some things."
"Amazing, Duo, amazing." Lizzy laughed and continued. "Cecilia, saint of music. James, another one of Jesus' diciples and his favorite. There was also a controversy back in the twentieth century, where people thought that James was the name of Jesus' supposed half-brother, the son of Mary and Joseph."
"And Anthony? Besides the fact that it's your name?"
Duo laughed as everything clicked. "The saint of lost things, and of miracles. I think a lot of prayers have been said to that saint."
"No kidding."
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Weeks, months, years went by, and not much changed. The kids grew up, fell in and out of love themselves, and moved on with their lives, leaving their parents behind to fill in the void. Their parents also grew up and moved on with their lives. They worked hard, especially during family squabbles, but through it all somehow managed to keep everything together.
Before it all fell apart again.
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"I mean, I know she's in high school, but she's only a junoir, and there's a big difference between seventeen and eighteen..."
"Mid, she's practically a grown woman. There's nothing we can do. She's old enough to make her own decisions, and I trust her."
"I do too, I just--"
Lady Une's knuckles rapped a tattoo out on the hard wood of the office door, catching the couple's attention. "Midii, Trowa, I need someone for negotiations."
The two were sitting in Trowa's office, discussing their eldest daughter, who had recently taken to running around town with a boy neither of them particualry cared for. Both immediately perked up at Une's words. "Negotiations?"
"Yes. Apparently, a group of radicals calling themselves 'Neo-Oz'--honestly, this is the third one this month. Can't they pick better titles?!"
Midii and Trowa exchanged amused looks.
"Anyway. Neo-Oz, yes. They had brilliant ideas to take over the Sanq Kingdom."
"Again?!"
"Yes, yes, I know, I know," Une replied, annoyed. "Relena needs to keep her head down, just for a bit, I swear.
"But anyway, what's done is done, and they're willing to negotiate. So Trowa, Mid, you're going."
The Bartons stood, nodding. "I'll go and call for the plane," Trowa told Midii, squeezing her hand and walking out of the room.
Une looked at her niece. "Midii... Be careful."
"Aren't I always?"
"Yes, but... I just have a bad feeling about this."
Midii hugged her aunt. "Aunt Lady, I'll be fine. I promise."
"I hope so child. I hope so."
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"So... They've got a nuclear warhead, threatened to blow the palace sky high if we don't do what they want... Like Aunt Lady said, what else is new?"
"These are willing to negotiate," Trowa replied, checking over the ransom demands. "Let's see... Pretty much the regular... Right to bear weapons... Right to declaire war... Release of caputred comerades... Money... Hmn, that's odd."
Midii looked over her shoulder from the co-pilot's seat. "What?"
"They don't want a ride out." Trowa looked up from the papers. "Usually, they want a jump to space. Strange..."
"Maybe they just wanted to make a statement, Tro."
"Maybe."
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"Are you the negotiators?"
The voice was shoted over a megaphone, from a second-story window in the palace. Trowa replied through one of his own. "Yes, we are from Preventer, as you requested."
"Is that a woman with you?"
Trowa looked at Midii. Obviously a woman. "Yes."
"We'll negotiate though her." The palace door swung wide open. "You have one hour."
Midii was very quickly wired and sent on her way. Trowa watched from the view of a small tv as Midii handled negotiations smoothly, and got them to relase the hstages, including Relena. They all walked calmly out of the front door, as instructed, and were quickly picked up by Preventer operatives. She shook hands with the Neo-Ozzies, and asked kindly, "Now, are you sure you don't want to come out with me?"
One of them grabbed her from behind, and Midii felt the cold metal of a gun barrel press against the back of her head. "What are you talking about? The negotiations are just starting."
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They tied Midii by her wrists and set her on the doorstep, a masked man behind her, holding a shotgun. "Okay, here's the deal: You let us start a war again... And we'll let her go before we blow the place sky high!"
Midii looked up. "That's not an option, asshole."
The man kicked her, causing her to roll down the stairs and over twice in the dirt. He leveled the shotgun at her head. "And this is?"
"Go ahead, I'm not afraid to die," Midii replied, squirming to her knees and staring into his eyes. "And if you kill me, you'll die before I hit the ground, never mind before you can start your precious war."
The man was silent, but when he put his shotgun down, Midii did a stupid thing.
She made a run for it.
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Trowa watched in horror. His Midii was talking trash to a gun-toting maniac, and now she was running for her life.
BAM!
Midii fell, rolling over, dodging the bullet. She popped right back up, still moving, and ran for the saftety of the Preveter guard line.
BAM!
This one wizzed by her ear, taking off a chunk of her hair.
"Run... RUN!"
BAM!
Ever heard the saying 'the third time's the charm'? Well, it was in this case.
And Midii fell, a pool of blood forming on her back.
"NO!"
Trowa didn't think. He just acted. He ran forward, grabbed the handgun of one random operative, leveled it at the man on the doorstep.
And pulled the trigger.
He fell like a sack of bricks, the blood that was splattered dripping down the door, onto the steps, where it mingled with the dirt, forming dark, sticky mud.
Trow dodged the hands of his co-workers that were grabbing, trying to stop him, and bloted out into the open. He hit his knees and slid the last six inches to his wife. He gently turned her over. She was so pale... The peace of someone who knows they're dying was setting over her. "No, no..." He gently hit her cheeks, trying to keep her concious. "Midii... We'll get you some help. SALLY!"
"Trowa... Don't. I'm going to die."
"NO! Don't say that. Please, Mid, please, please, please..."
The bullet had severed her binding cords, and she reached up around his neck. "Trowa... Kiss me one last time. Kiss me good-bye."
"No..."
"Trowa, it's my dying wish. Please."
"No," Trowa told her definately. "You are NOT going to die, Midii Barton. You can't. What about the kids? Me? You have to live, Mid, you have to live!"
"Oh, Trowa..."
Midii leaned up and pressed her lips against his. Trowa immediately tightened his arms around her, kissing her back gently with everything he had. It was a sweet one, echoing of their first kiss, but with the depths of years of marriage and love in it. The arms around his neck tightened slightly, then slackened off as he pulled away.
"Tro-wa, I..." She was having trouble breathing. He bitterly guessed that the bullet had hit her lungs, causing her to drown in her own blood. "...love y-yo--"
"And I love you, Midii. Forever." He covered her eyes with his hand. "Now rest, love. I'll see you in a bit."
And with that, Midii Une Barton passed out of the mortal world, and into the world of spirits.
A fallen angel called home.
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(1) Yes, I too have an infatuation with names. It's something weird, leave me be.
(2) The Catholic church has seven sacraments, one of which is confirmation, where as an adult a Catholic chooses to 'continue their baptismal rights'. You also get to pick a saint name, as a role model; Mary, Joseph, Michael the Archangel are a few of the more popular choices.
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And I killed her off, I know, I'm sorry. I just had to do it! I've wanted to do it since chapter two! But it's not over yet! Keep reading!
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Past, Present, Future
by Grace Musica
Chapter Eleven
Broken Hearts
* * * * *
Midii did her best to try to heal her friend, but the damage was done, and would proably never be erased. However, it was eased gratly in the next two years by the birth of not one, not two, but four Winners--triplets Peter, Cecilia and James, and Anthony, the baby of the family. It caused much hilarity when Duo made a remark about bedrest within earshot of Lizzy, who smartly asked if that was the reason why Hilde had just as many kids as she.
Duo allwed a lecherous grin to paint his face. "No, we just like sex." At this, he folded his hands together, as if he was praying. "And being the good Catholic that I am--" he paused at Lizzy's snort of laughter "--I'm not allowed to use birth control. But you would know all about that, right Liz?"
Lizzy threw the pillow supporting her bad leg at him.
"Okay, okay, sis. Here's a serious question: How come all the kids have nice, Catholic names and not Arabic ones?"
"Because."
Quatre looked at Duo. "Because Lizzy threatened me with no more sex if she wasn't allowed to name them."
Another pillow went sailing, along with the threat of the rest of the couch next time a smart comment was made. "Because of my infatuation with saint names!(1) Duo, you know that."
"Ah, yes... How could I forget? When you were little, you were so excited about confirmation(2), 'cause you were allowed to take a saint name. Which one did you take, by the way?"
"Anthony."
"You took a guy's? God, Liz, you SURE you don't secretly want to be a guy?"
"Okay, Maxwell, that's it. I'm going to kick your ass, right here and now."
Midii was thinking thoughout the entire exchange. "Okay, let me see if I have this straight... Marianna--Mary, mother of Jesus. Joseph, his surrogate father. What about the others?"
"Peter, first pope of the Church and the 'rock upon which the church was built'," Duo supplied before Lizzy could say anything. "See? I remember some things."
"Amazing, Duo, amazing." Lizzy laughed and continued. "Cecilia, saint of music. James, another one of Jesus' diciples and his favorite. There was also a controversy back in the twentieth century, where people thought that James was the name of Jesus' supposed half-brother, the son of Mary and Joseph."
"And Anthony? Besides the fact that it's your name?"
Duo laughed as everything clicked. "The saint of lost things, and of miracles. I think a lot of prayers have been said to that saint."
"No kidding."
* * * * *
Weeks, months, years went by, and not much changed. The kids grew up, fell in and out of love themselves, and moved on with their lives, leaving their parents behind to fill in the void. Their parents also grew up and moved on with their lives. They worked hard, especially during family squabbles, but through it all somehow managed to keep everything together.
Before it all fell apart again.
* * * * *
"I mean, I know she's in high school, but she's only a junoir, and there's a big difference between seventeen and eighteen..."
"Mid, she's practically a grown woman. There's nothing we can do. She's old enough to make her own decisions, and I trust her."
"I do too, I just--"
Lady Une's knuckles rapped a tattoo out on the hard wood of the office door, catching the couple's attention. "Midii, Trowa, I need someone for negotiations."
The two were sitting in Trowa's office, discussing their eldest daughter, who had recently taken to running around town with a boy neither of them particualry cared for. Both immediately perked up at Une's words. "Negotiations?"
"Yes. Apparently, a group of radicals calling themselves 'Neo-Oz'--honestly, this is the third one this month. Can't they pick better titles?!"
Midii and Trowa exchanged amused looks.
"Anyway. Neo-Oz, yes. They had brilliant ideas to take over the Sanq Kingdom."
"Again?!"
"Yes, yes, I know, I know," Une replied, annoyed. "Relena needs to keep her head down, just for a bit, I swear.
"But anyway, what's done is done, and they're willing to negotiate. So Trowa, Mid, you're going."
The Bartons stood, nodding. "I'll go and call for the plane," Trowa told Midii, squeezing her hand and walking out of the room.
Une looked at her niece. "Midii... Be careful."
"Aren't I always?"
"Yes, but... I just have a bad feeling about this."
Midii hugged her aunt. "Aunt Lady, I'll be fine. I promise."
"I hope so child. I hope so."
* * * * *
"So... They've got a nuclear warhead, threatened to blow the palace sky high if we don't do what they want... Like Aunt Lady said, what else is new?"
"These are willing to negotiate," Trowa replied, checking over the ransom demands. "Let's see... Pretty much the regular... Right to bear weapons... Right to declaire war... Release of caputred comerades... Money... Hmn, that's odd."
Midii looked over her shoulder from the co-pilot's seat. "What?"
"They don't want a ride out." Trowa looked up from the papers. "Usually, they want a jump to space. Strange..."
"Maybe they just wanted to make a statement, Tro."
"Maybe."
* * * * *
"Are you the negotiators?"
The voice was shoted over a megaphone, from a second-story window in the palace. Trowa replied through one of his own. "Yes, we are from Preventer, as you requested."
"Is that a woman with you?"
Trowa looked at Midii. Obviously a woman. "Yes."
"We'll negotiate though her." The palace door swung wide open. "You have one hour."
Midii was very quickly wired and sent on her way. Trowa watched from the view of a small tv as Midii handled negotiations smoothly, and got them to relase the hstages, including Relena. They all walked calmly out of the front door, as instructed, and were quickly picked up by Preventer operatives. She shook hands with the Neo-Ozzies, and asked kindly, "Now, are you sure you don't want to come out with me?"
One of them grabbed her from behind, and Midii felt the cold metal of a gun barrel press against the back of her head. "What are you talking about? The negotiations are just starting."
* * * * *
They tied Midii by her wrists and set her on the doorstep, a masked man behind her, holding a shotgun. "Okay, here's the deal: You let us start a war again... And we'll let her go before we blow the place sky high!"
Midii looked up. "That's not an option, asshole."
The man kicked her, causing her to roll down the stairs and over twice in the dirt. He leveled the shotgun at her head. "And this is?"
"Go ahead, I'm not afraid to die," Midii replied, squirming to her knees and staring into his eyes. "And if you kill me, you'll die before I hit the ground, never mind before you can start your precious war."
The man was silent, but when he put his shotgun down, Midii did a stupid thing.
She made a run for it.
* * * * *
Trowa watched in horror. His Midii was talking trash to a gun-toting maniac, and now she was running for her life.
BAM!
Midii fell, rolling over, dodging the bullet. She popped right back up, still moving, and ran for the saftety of the Preveter guard line.
BAM!
This one wizzed by her ear, taking off a chunk of her hair.
"Run... RUN!"
BAM!
Ever heard the saying 'the third time's the charm'? Well, it was in this case.
And Midii fell, a pool of blood forming on her back.
"NO!"
Trowa didn't think. He just acted. He ran forward, grabbed the handgun of one random operative, leveled it at the man on the doorstep.
And pulled the trigger.
He fell like a sack of bricks, the blood that was splattered dripping down the door, onto the steps, where it mingled with the dirt, forming dark, sticky mud.
Trow dodged the hands of his co-workers that were grabbing, trying to stop him, and bloted out into the open. He hit his knees and slid the last six inches to his wife. He gently turned her over. She was so pale... The peace of someone who knows they're dying was setting over her. "No, no..." He gently hit her cheeks, trying to keep her concious. "Midii... We'll get you some help. SALLY!"
"Trowa... Don't. I'm going to die."
"NO! Don't say that. Please, Mid, please, please, please..."
The bullet had severed her binding cords, and she reached up around his neck. "Trowa... Kiss me one last time. Kiss me good-bye."
"No..."
"Trowa, it's my dying wish. Please."
"No," Trowa told her definately. "You are NOT going to die, Midii Barton. You can't. What about the kids? Me? You have to live, Mid, you have to live!"
"Oh, Trowa..."
Midii leaned up and pressed her lips against his. Trowa immediately tightened his arms around her, kissing her back gently with everything he had. It was a sweet one, echoing of their first kiss, but with the depths of years of marriage and love in it. The arms around his neck tightened slightly, then slackened off as he pulled away.
"Tro-wa, I..." She was having trouble breathing. He bitterly guessed that the bullet had hit her lungs, causing her to drown in her own blood. "...love y-yo--"
"And I love you, Midii. Forever." He covered her eyes with his hand. "Now rest, love. I'll see you in a bit."
And with that, Midii Une Barton passed out of the mortal world, and into the world of spirits.
A fallen angel called home.
* * * * *
(1) Yes, I too have an infatuation with names. It's something weird, leave me be.
(2) The Catholic church has seven sacraments, one of which is confirmation, where as an adult a Catholic chooses to 'continue their baptismal rights'. You also get to pick a saint name, as a role model; Mary, Joseph, Michael the Archangel are a few of the more popular choices.
* * * * *
And I killed her off, I know, I'm sorry. I just had to do it! I've wanted to do it since chapter two! But it's not over yet! Keep reading!