Chapter 12- Delta Storm
A.C. 197, April 17
There are certain things Relena forgot to tell me about etiquette at Balls:
It is never appropriate to smack the assistant of your guardian across the face, even if he did say he wanted you in bed. Especially if he is drunk as this one was. It is never appropriate on the occasion of meeting your guardian for the first time to tell him that he was younger than what you expected, and not an old geezer. It is never appropriate to stare openly at the pregnant stomach of your guardian's new wife. Even if they have only been married for about three months, and she's almost eight months along. It is never appropriate to mention the above. It is never appropriate to tell your guardian's little sister to bugger off and leave you alone in front of your guardian. It is never appropriate to put escargot in your mouth, and then spit it out into a potted plant when you think nobody is watching. Someone with a very long braid will always find it, and call attention to it in a loud, obnoxious voice.
Can you believe I was stupid enough to do all this? Poor Lucrezia Peacecraft must be so emotionally wounded now.
Sar
"Aw, come on, Sar," Trowa said as he read what Sarian had written. It's not that bad,"
Sarian glared at Trowa. "Even I am prone to embarrassment. I feel stupid!" She stuffed her journal into her handbag.
"Let's just dance," Trowa sighed as the string quintet started to play a new tune.
After a few songs, Sarian was looking like she was enjoying herself again, and she even laughed and apologized when she bumped into Wufei and his date, a girl from his Physics class. "This is fun," She laughed as Trowa twirled her around the dance floor in a fast waltz.
"Yeah, things are more fun when you're with someone you love," Trowa smiled. The quintet began to play a slower, more somber tune.
"I love you Trowa Barton," Sarian rest her head on his shoulder.
"I love you too," Trowa smiled, and then turned to kiss her on the lips.
"No PDA at a Ball Trowa!" Duo smirked as he danced with Heather. "Save it for your bedroom!"
"Have fun, Sar!" Heather winked suggestively at her.
"There has never been a couple more suitable for each other," Trowa said.
"Except, maybe us," Sarian looked into Trowa's eyes. "Trowa, would you mind, if I started talking without the monotone?"
Trowa looked a bit shocked, then smiled. "I think that I want to know what you really sound like,"
"How's this?" Sarian's voice was lighter, and so much more different. She hadn't spoken without a monotone since she was three.
"Beautiful," Trowa was shocked to hear her real voice. It had an Irish tinge in some of the vowels, and was a bit louder than her other voice.
The song ended a few minutes later. Jack DeLaur came up to Sarian and asked her to dance. Trowa nodded and went to ask Mika for a dance. Another fast waltz came on.
"Finally. We meet again," Jack smiled.
"We just saw each other at track practice," Sarian was strangely drawn to Jack. He was a very charismatic person. "So, you're here representing your father's company?"
"Yeah, something like that," Jack turned her quickly, then drew Sarian in close again.
"What does your father do anyway?" Sarian smiled again.
"DeLaur Enterprises specializes in weapon construction for the government's army," Jack winked at her. "Let's just say we've come under some heavy fire from Relena Peacecraft. She wants us to stop our construction, but her brother wants us to stay in business. Even though we are at peace, we never know when some rebels will show up. Actually, there has been some news that an army is building in the southern region of Japan,"
Where Delta Compound is, but they shut it down, Sarian thought. "Really?"
"Yes," Jack's face was suddenly stony. "They say there is a rebel army springing up that plans to take over the government, and rule as a dictatorship. They seem to think that a democracy is too free, and that things would be done more efficiently was a dictatorship,"
"But, the Peacecraft's would never allow that," Sarian frowned.
Jack smiled, "Exactly. Which is why none of us should worry about anything," Jack tweaked Sarian on the nose. "Especially pretty girls like you,"
Sarian smiled. "You remind me of someone. Someone I used to know, but you can't be him. He's dead," Sarian's face fell.
"Why can't I?" Jack leaned in close; his face was mere centimeters away from Sarian's. "Don't you recognize me?"
Sarian's face was blank with shock. "Ladae," she breathed.
Jack (or Ladae) smiled, then hugged Sarian close. "I knew you wouldn't forget me. I knew it, even when Head Instructor said you would,"
"Helix? What's my father have to do with anything?"
* * *
Your mouth is full of blood. Head Instructor has been knocking you around for what seems like forever. Every part of your body is on fire. You know he has broken your left arm, you heard it crunch and snap. You think he may have gotten the leg too, but it just feels like it's swollen. Helix picks you up, and brings his knee up to your back hard. He lets you fall to the ground, and laughs at your screams of pain. He picks you up again, but this time he sets you down in a metal chair. He circles you, calculating.
"I hope this has made it clear that you are never going to see my daughter again," He crouches down by you, and rests his crossed arms on your throbbing knees. This only makes the pain double, and he knows this.
"Yes, Head Instructor," You grit your teeth in pain.
"I could let you die," Helix makes it looks like he is seriously thinking about this. "Or I could let you live. What do you want?" He smiles.
"If it means that I'll never see Sarian again, I'd rather die here in pain," You realize you've just signed your own death warrant.
Helix looks a bit shocked at this answer. He stands up, and crosses to your back. "You love my daughter, yes? You'd do anything to make sure she stays out of harm?"
You nod.
"Well, here's a deal. In exchange for never seeing X213S ever again, you will live and train solely under me. You'll grow up to be the best of the best; even have control one day over an entire fleet of Delta soldiers. What do you say to that? She'll live on happily, but you'll never be with her again. However, if you don't hold up your end of the bargain, and go see her, even once, she'll be the one to die,"
"As long as she stays happy and safe, I'll do anything you want," You close your eyes and drop your head.
"Perfect," Helix says menacingly.
* * *
"What happened?" Sarian looked into Ladae's sad eyes. "What did he do to you?"
"Nothing that I won't forget any day soon," He mumbled. "Whatever, at least we're together again," Ladae smiled, and his eyes lit up.
Sarian's face fell, "No, Ladae. We're not together anymore,"
"What?" Ladae's face was dark again.
"Ladae, I thought you were dead. We all did. I've moved on since then. I don't love you anymore. I love Trowa. There's only one person I want to share my life with now, and that's not you," Sarian looked at the floor. "I'm sorry,"
Ladae looked unnerved. "It's alright. We'll be together soon anyway," He smiled.
"What do you mean?" Sarian asked as the glass ceiling exploded from above. Men shouted and women screamed as glass shards flew everywhere. Robes flew down, and masked soldiers repelled down them. They all wore the camouflage uniform and symbol to the Delta Compound. When they hit the floor, they drew out guns, and fanned out. Heero rushed forward, and tried to punch one soldier out, but was soon grabbed, and held tight with his arms behind his back.
"We have one, search for X221L and X213S!" Sarian heard one of them say.
"We're right here," Ladae grabbed Sarian's wrist and pulled her forward.
"I'm not going anywhere," Sarian struggled to get out of his grasp, but none of her techniques worked. Ladae really was better than she was now.
"That's right, she isn't," Trowa stood before Ladae. "Let her go you bastard!"
Ladae whipped a gun out of his jacket, and shot Trowa in the abdomen.
"TROWA!" Sarian screamed. She broke Ladae's grip, and rushed towards the falling man. She caught him before he hit the ground, and held him kneeling on the floor.
"Sar," He gasped, and reached up to her face with a trembling hand.
Sarian kissed his lips, and was then grabbed by soldiers and taken away. "No! Let me go! Trowa! Trowa don't die! Please, don't die!"
Ladae stood before the shocked crowd, and bowed to Milliardo, who was standing in shock with his wife. "Thanks for the wonderful evening, but I'm afraid I must go. I have higher orders to follow," He grabbed a robe, and was pulled up by a soldier on the roof.
"BASTARD!" Duo shouted at him as he knelt next to a jerking Trowa.
"Sar, Sarian," Trowa mumbled before he lost consciousness.
"So it has finally happened," Milliardo hung his head. "We're at war again,"
AUTHOR'S NOTE- Hmm, what has been happening at Delta Compound in the last three weeks? Will Trowa live to see his love again? What actions will the new government take to ensure that peace is kept? And, what will happen to Sarian and Heero when they go back to their father? These answer's coming up in the next chapter, Sins of The Father.
Sorry I haven't uploading since, I dunno when I last updated. Sophomore year sucks. At least I have a date to Homecoming. That's a plus. Homework is horrible, and I hate it! It's the reason I haven't been able to write anything! Bah!
Suri-san
