Disclaimer: See, fanfictions, are fictions done by fans, not owners. And Romeo and Juliet is a famous play written by William Shakespear, therefore made years before I was born.
AN: Thank you to all of you who have stayed with me even though my writing skills haven't been improving by too much. I really hope it doesn't ruin the story for anyone, I know my story is a bit rushed. Please R&R if you read this thing, I wanna know what you think!
Also to Computer Geek Michelle, best of luck in your school year, and thanks so much for Reading and Reviewing!!
Ad: Need Duct tape Pour ma cousine, Pardon the french mistakes. Done due to major sugarization, please don't reply.
Summary: ***AU*** The GW girls are just a few misjudged, high school girls. The GW boys are a group of mostly anti-social guys. When the boys are hired to Hilde's dad's construction business, they learn to respect the girls. One day chaos erupts and the girls take it upon themselves to help, but the guys follow to help them, and learn just how strong both groups really are, after all, there's always more than what meets the eye. HYxRP DMxHS TBxMU WCxMC QWxDC slight; ZMxLN TKxLU
Rated PG13 for language.
'thoughts'
"speaking"
More Than Meets The Eye
Chapter 6
The day had been joyous but long, no doubt there. And even though her body was worn out, Relena could not sleep. She tossed and turned for what seemed like hours yet she could not fall asleep. Her conscience just had to keep her up on the night she really needed sleep to get up for an early meeting too. Finally deciding she needed a sleeping pill, and some warm milk, she crawled out of bed and wrapped her plain white robe around her. 'No use waking up the servants for something you could do yourself, ne?'
She quietly opened the door and stepped out into the large hallway. The mansion was definately large, and usually someone in Relena's position would find it rather creepy. But that was exactly the reason why She had insisted that some of the servants moved in and enjoyed the same house they cleaned everyday. She may have been Foreign Vice Minister but she still had those natural childish mind games in her head that others her age did.
Walking down the steps, she noticed that the office her bodyguards occupied under the stairs still had it's light on. Descending more, her curiousity got the better of her as someone mentioned her name. One of the voices she heard was surprisingly Noin's, and the other her personal bodyguard.
'Zechs, yeah, that was it.' Now she remembered, Trieze's agency, the preventors. Noin worked there sometimes too, though she wasn't specifically assigned to Relena's mansion...
~*(Flashback)*~
'Good morning Noin, Treize.' Relena opened the door as four people came in. There was Treize and Anne, the founders of the preventors, and Noin with a young man with platinum blonde hair and sunglasses. They all wore the preventors jackets, so she suspected either Noin or the other man would be her bodyguard.
Treize was seated at the chair in front of her, with Anne to his right, Noin right behind him and the man with platinum hair to his left.
"Miss Relena, I am very happy that you decided to hire us as your bodyguards. I assure you you will not be dissapointed." Relena reached forward to take a sip of her tea.
"I'm not sure how I could be dissapointed." She offered him a genuinely kind smile. "If they suceed, I will surely not be dissapointed at all but if your bodyguards fail, I would be gone, and I'm not quite sure how you could possibly be deceased and dissapointed as well." There was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes as Treize seemed to consider her words and Pagan shot her an angry glare.
But his anger soon dissolved. Trieze laughed and told her she had a view on things that could see what no one else did. She simply stated that that was why she was Vice Foreign Minister.
"Now, this is Zechs. He's one of the tops preventors and shall be your personal bodyguard." She couldn't help the look of dissapointment at the news that Noin would not be. "Lucrezia Noin Will be a bodyguard of this estate part time and take over Zech's job if neccessary."
"Thank you very much, Trieze." And with that, the young man left with the two ladies leaving the man behind.
"You know Zechs, you may take off your sunglasses if you wish."
"Thank you Miss but I prefer them on."
His job began immediately, so she sat calmly down as he searched the room and began.
~*(End Flashback)*~
She knew by their hushed voices that it was a private conversation, but she couldn't help listen in, after all, they were talking about her.
"Zechs, you mean to tell me that you're not planning to tell her?" Noin's voice was angry despite it's hushed state.
"No, as long as she doesn't need to know, she won't." Relena peeked in slightly to see Noin's peeved-off face and the face of her bodyguard. For the first time she could see his actual eyes. She couldn't help noticing the light blue colour that matched her own.
"Millardo Peacecraft, you are saying that you are going to spent the rest of your life deceiving your own sister? And right in front of her face too!" Relena's eyes widened at Noin's mini speech.
"Lucrezia, it's not like she's going to want me to be there if she finds out."
"Who are you to say that?" Noin was mad indeed.
But so was Relena.
"Who are you indeed?" Zechs and Noin froze. Relena stormed into the study with fire burning in her eyes. "You." She looked directly at Zechs, or Milliardo, or whatever he called himself. "You leave us nearly thirteen years ago for god know what, then you wait until after both father and mother die before you even think about coming back. You lie in front of my face for nearly two months, decide never to tell me the truth, and have the nerve to put words into
my mouth and make assumptions about what I want or don't want. Tell me this, who the hell do you think you are?" Her voice was extremely level through out her entire rant. Her body stayed still, but but for what her voice and body lacked her eyes told everything.
And Zechs was forced to stare straight into them.
"Relena please." Noin started, but Relena didn't let up.
"Let the man stick up for himself Noin. He's done a lot of running and lying lately, and I want him to show me he's more responsible than he lets on."
"Relena, you're right." His voice began to come back to him, and the courage to speak up to his sister and employer came too. "I had no right, but wasn't it true?"
"No. What I said in the interview was what I thought was best the world, not for me." The anger gave way to sadness, loneliness and depression. "I wanted to know you were alive Milliardo. I wanted to know that you were healthy, strong and taken care of. Though I wish you had kept in contact."
Zechs was confused. She wanted to see him? She wanted to know where he was? Best for the world. Just like their father. Unselfish and kind, yet strong and cunning. "Relena. You have grown." He walked around and gave his sister an awkward hug. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
*~*~*~*~*
Dorothy gently fingered the bloom in her garden. It was a wide, unusual light blue bloom. She then directed her attention back to the sketch book in her lap. 'Trash.' She thought. 'This will never work." She ripped the piece of paper from the book and threw it in a nearby trash.
It was one of those rare days when Relena didn't want their help, so Dorothy had been bored. She had decided to take up an old dream of hers, to become an artist. She had had loved to draw before the incident, and paint too. After losing her father, she couldn't draw nice, colourful pictures anymore, so she stopped.
Dorothy had been sitting in the garden for a long time, trying to perfect the picture of the flower that was her favourite. She fingered her blonde hair, and ran her hands through it. Sighing, she stood and turned to give up on the art she had once loved so much yet again, when a voice rang clear in the wind.
"Quatre! You bring Rogue back this instant! I swear, if you run off with him again, and when I'm trying to wash him too!"
"Iria, I'd really like to be I can't really bring him back when he's running away!" Dorothy whirled around when barking was heard by her gate. Damn her foster family to choose to live on the edge of a park. She saw a paw swipe at the blue flower before running to shoo the dog away.
"Get, get! No you are not going to ruin my garden!" She jumped swiftly over the fence to pull the dog away from her flowers. "Quatre! Get you dog away from my fence!" No sooner had she said the words there was a little blonde head appearing beside her.
"I'm trying!" Apparently, bulldogs were really strong. Dorothy was beginning to tire of this so she bent down and litterally swept the black dog off it's paws and handed the big thing over to Quatre.
"Learn how to chain the boy up, will you? I really don't want to do this again." An older blonde came running up to the two of them and and took the dog from Quatre.
"Actually, it's a girl. And sorry about that." She stuck out her hand as if to shake. "I'm Iria, this is Quatre, and this is Rogue." Upon hearing her name, the blackfaced bulldog turned it's head slowly towards them, panting with her tongue sticking out as if nothing just happened.
"I'm Dorothy, nice to meet you, and I already know Quatre." She glared at him and said, "He's the coward." She nodded to Iria and walked into her own backyard.
"Hey, this is a nice sketch." Dorothy froze. She saw Quatre holding a crumpled piece of paper and studying it. "Did you draw it?"
She could feel the blood rushing up to her cheeks as she reached over the fence and grabbed it. "None of your business."
"Well, it's nice."
"Hn."
*~*~*~*~*
"So, what's her story?"
Quatre looked up to see his sister glaring slightly at Dorothy's fence as they walked across the park to her (Iria's) house. "It's... well, complicated."
Iria simply looked away and continued walking with a slight shrug.
"Then you can tell me later when I have time, but for now..." She gestured to the bulldog that had caused so much trouble mere moments ago.
"Thiss will be a blast." Quatre rolled his eyes and began to set up the bath.
*~*~*~*~*
"Class, today we will be discussing the Romeo and Julliet play we will be doing in five weeks." A chorus of moans and groans echoed the classroom.
The tables were set up in groups of six, though only five occupied each one because of the shortage of students.Hilde and the girls occupied one, the boys another, and Silvia's group took up two.
"Now, Romeo and Julliet is a story of two young lovers caught in the crossfire of a family feud, The Tragedy of Romeo..." Meiran grumbled. She was tired of the teacher going on and on about some lovesick teenagers. Unwillingly she listened to what the teacher had to say and took notes in her head, after all, she did have to pass. "For Hundreds of years, Romeo and Juliet have been the world's most famous teenagers. Their story has not be..." 'That was enough', she decided, and sat back to tune everyone out. 'Not fun.'
*~*~*~*~*
At last the class was nearly over. She was about to start packing when the teacher stopped them all.
"Before you go, I want you all to write your name on a blank space. Left is girls, right is boys. You will know who you are all playing very soon, this shall determine it. And when you find out, you will be required to go home and practice your lines for class."
And so they all did. Everyone lined up and wrote their names in blanks all the same. Murmurs of 'I hope I'm Juliet' and 'I know he's going to be Romeo.' where heard from the class. Hilde's little group reluctlantly wrote their names in too.
The teacher grabbed the cloth covering the top of the board, and the class held their breath.
"Romeo and Juliet wil be... Wufei and Meiran!" The teacher exclaimed happily. The two chinese teens glared and the rest of them laughed. This was going to be interesting.
After the role calling, and a few distressed moans, the cheery teacher began to chatter away again. "And there's one more bit of good news. Relena, the Foreign Vice Minister will be coming to the play."
Hilde, Meiran, Dorothy, and Midii looked at eachother. They hadn't heard of this.
*~*~*~*~*
'More weapons for politicians... For the people... not enough protection... Need more vacations... Hey what?' Relena looked up from the papers she had been reviewing as her secretary sheepishly looked in from the door.
"I guess you got to it huh? Well you need it. Anyway, your friends are here for a visit. Toodles!" Yes, her secretary is rather odd. She backed away from the door and Hilde, Dorothy, Midii and Meiran walked in.
"Guess what we have to perform?" Relena grinned.
"So, who's Juliet? Probably Silvia right?" Everyone but Meiran laughed.
"Um, Relena?" Hilde supressed her giggles and pointed of to Meiran. Relena calmed down and looked at her. A small o formed on her lips.
"Well, I hope you have fun?" Meiran scowled.
"Wufei's Romeo."
Relena's eyes widened, "You mean the sexist Wufei?" Midii nodded. "Oh, I can't wait to see this!"
"About that, how come you didn't tell us you'd be visiting?" Dorothy stepped forward and flipped through the other blonde's papers.
"They just called today. Anyways, I'm hungry, want to grab a bite in the kitchen?" Relena got up and walked over to the rest of the girls.
"I guess some things never change." Midii walked off and the rest followed.
*~*~*~*~*
"Hello!" Hilde's head popped into the mansion's kitchen as the others ran to catch up. "Ummm.... what exactly are you doing?"
A small red head child, about seven and a half years old, had a bedsheet draped over her head. Her small face peeked out and she grinned sheepishly. "It's warm."
Relena smiled and gently pulled off the sheet. "Marimaia... come on, lets go find your mother, I think she was looking for you."
Leia Barton, was a homeless pregnant woman when Relena's father found her eight years ago. She had lived and worked with them until the Peacecraft's big break. By then, little Marimaia was already a year and a half. The poor girl looked up to her and her family. Having no father, she looked to Relena's father as a father figure.
Leia didn't know who the father was, or did but didn't want to tell. Either way she was now a single mother. She had been accepted into Relena's family with open arms and so was her daughter. They were the first servants to be hired, and the majority of her family too. The Barton and Peacecraft relationship was more seen as family than servant and supervisor.
"Marimaia! I was looking all over for you! Thank you Relena."
"It was no problem, she's a darling." Marimaia smiled up at Relena and ran over to her mother.
"Momma, can I go play with Uncle Dekim?" Leia looked down at her daughter's face. She could never deny her anything.
"Sure sweetie, just don't go bother him to much."
"We're going to go now. I'll see you around Miss Leia." Hilde happily skipped off to the kitchen, happy for a snack.
*~*~*~*~*
My sixth chapter! I'm so happy I got this out. I know this was a while later then usual, but I got a lot of other things done too; my website has been upgraded,
this story now has some plot to it. I've finished at least two chapters of my other story, homecoming (original), which isn't out yet on fiction press since I'm a little too young. So, finally, things are going to spice up a little in one or two chapters, and the action will finally come in. I'm trying to bring out a chapter every week or two. That's about all, so please R&R!
-Miae
AN: Thank you to all of you who have stayed with me even though my writing skills haven't been improving by too much. I really hope it doesn't ruin the story for anyone, I know my story is a bit rushed. Please R&R if you read this thing, I wanna know what you think!
Also to Computer Geek Michelle, best of luck in your school year, and thanks so much for Reading and Reviewing!!
Ad: Need Duct tape Pour ma cousine, Pardon the french mistakes. Done due to major sugarization, please don't reply.
Summary: ***AU*** The GW girls are just a few misjudged, high school girls. The GW boys are a group of mostly anti-social guys. When the boys are hired to Hilde's dad's construction business, they learn to respect the girls. One day chaos erupts and the girls take it upon themselves to help, but the guys follow to help them, and learn just how strong both groups really are, after all, there's always more than what meets the eye. HYxRP DMxHS TBxMU WCxMC QWxDC slight; ZMxLN TKxLU
Rated PG13 for language.
'thoughts'
"speaking"
More Than Meets The Eye
Chapter 6
The day had been joyous but long, no doubt there. And even though her body was worn out, Relena could not sleep. She tossed and turned for what seemed like hours yet she could not fall asleep. Her conscience just had to keep her up on the night she really needed sleep to get up for an early meeting too. Finally deciding she needed a sleeping pill, and some warm milk, she crawled out of bed and wrapped her plain white robe around her. 'No use waking up the servants for something you could do yourself, ne?'
She quietly opened the door and stepped out into the large hallway. The mansion was definately large, and usually someone in Relena's position would find it rather creepy. But that was exactly the reason why She had insisted that some of the servants moved in and enjoyed the same house they cleaned everyday. She may have been Foreign Vice Minister but she still had those natural childish mind games in her head that others her age did.
Walking down the steps, she noticed that the office her bodyguards occupied under the stairs still had it's light on. Descending more, her curiousity got the better of her as someone mentioned her name. One of the voices she heard was surprisingly Noin's, and the other her personal bodyguard.
'Zechs, yeah, that was it.' Now she remembered, Trieze's agency, the preventors. Noin worked there sometimes too, though she wasn't specifically assigned to Relena's mansion...
~*(Flashback)*~
'Good morning Noin, Treize.' Relena opened the door as four people came in. There was Treize and Anne, the founders of the preventors, and Noin with a young man with platinum blonde hair and sunglasses. They all wore the preventors jackets, so she suspected either Noin or the other man would be her bodyguard.
Treize was seated at the chair in front of her, with Anne to his right, Noin right behind him and the man with platinum hair to his left.
"Miss Relena, I am very happy that you decided to hire us as your bodyguards. I assure you you will not be dissapointed." Relena reached forward to take a sip of her tea.
"I'm not sure how I could be dissapointed." She offered him a genuinely kind smile. "If they suceed, I will surely not be dissapointed at all but if your bodyguards fail, I would be gone, and I'm not quite sure how you could possibly be deceased and dissapointed as well." There was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes as Treize seemed to consider her words and Pagan shot her an angry glare.
But his anger soon dissolved. Trieze laughed and told her she had a view on things that could see what no one else did. She simply stated that that was why she was Vice Foreign Minister.
"Now, this is Zechs. He's one of the tops preventors and shall be your personal bodyguard." She couldn't help the look of dissapointment at the news that Noin would not be. "Lucrezia Noin Will be a bodyguard of this estate part time and take over Zech's job if neccessary."
"Thank you very much, Trieze." And with that, the young man left with the two ladies leaving the man behind.
"You know Zechs, you may take off your sunglasses if you wish."
"Thank you Miss but I prefer them on."
His job began immediately, so she sat calmly down as he searched the room and began.
~*(End Flashback)*~
She knew by their hushed voices that it was a private conversation, but she couldn't help listen in, after all, they were talking about her.
"Zechs, you mean to tell me that you're not planning to tell her?" Noin's voice was angry despite it's hushed state.
"No, as long as she doesn't need to know, she won't." Relena peeked in slightly to see Noin's peeved-off face and the face of her bodyguard. For the first time she could see his actual eyes. She couldn't help noticing the light blue colour that matched her own.
"Millardo Peacecraft, you are saying that you are going to spent the rest of your life deceiving your own sister? And right in front of her face too!" Relena's eyes widened at Noin's mini speech.
"Lucrezia, it's not like she's going to want me to be there if she finds out."
"Who are you to say that?" Noin was mad indeed.
But so was Relena.
"Who are you indeed?" Zechs and Noin froze. Relena stormed into the study with fire burning in her eyes. "You." She looked directly at Zechs, or Milliardo, or whatever he called himself. "You leave us nearly thirteen years ago for god know what, then you wait until after both father and mother die before you even think about coming back. You lie in front of my face for nearly two months, decide never to tell me the truth, and have the nerve to put words into
my mouth and make assumptions about what I want or don't want. Tell me this, who the hell do you think you are?" Her voice was extremely level through out her entire rant. Her body stayed still, but but for what her voice and body lacked her eyes told everything.
And Zechs was forced to stare straight into them.
"Relena please." Noin started, but Relena didn't let up.
"Let the man stick up for himself Noin. He's done a lot of running and lying lately, and I want him to show me he's more responsible than he lets on."
"Relena, you're right." His voice began to come back to him, and the courage to speak up to his sister and employer came too. "I had no right, but wasn't it true?"
"No. What I said in the interview was what I thought was best the world, not for me." The anger gave way to sadness, loneliness and depression. "I wanted to know you were alive Milliardo. I wanted to know that you were healthy, strong and taken care of. Though I wish you had kept in contact."
Zechs was confused. She wanted to see him? She wanted to know where he was? Best for the world. Just like their father. Unselfish and kind, yet strong and cunning. "Relena. You have grown." He walked around and gave his sister an awkward hug. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
*~*~*~*~*
Dorothy gently fingered the bloom in her garden. It was a wide, unusual light blue bloom. She then directed her attention back to the sketch book in her lap. 'Trash.' She thought. 'This will never work." She ripped the piece of paper from the book and threw it in a nearby trash.
It was one of those rare days when Relena didn't want their help, so Dorothy had been bored. She had decided to take up an old dream of hers, to become an artist. She had had loved to draw before the incident, and paint too. After losing her father, she couldn't draw nice, colourful pictures anymore, so she stopped.
Dorothy had been sitting in the garden for a long time, trying to perfect the picture of the flower that was her favourite. She fingered her blonde hair, and ran her hands through it. Sighing, she stood and turned to give up on the art she had once loved so much yet again, when a voice rang clear in the wind.
"Quatre! You bring Rogue back this instant! I swear, if you run off with him again, and when I'm trying to wash him too!"
"Iria, I'd really like to be I can't really bring him back when he's running away!" Dorothy whirled around when barking was heard by her gate. Damn her foster family to choose to live on the edge of a park. She saw a paw swipe at the blue flower before running to shoo the dog away.
"Get, get! No you are not going to ruin my garden!" She jumped swiftly over the fence to pull the dog away from her flowers. "Quatre! Get you dog away from my fence!" No sooner had she said the words there was a little blonde head appearing beside her.
"I'm trying!" Apparently, bulldogs were really strong. Dorothy was beginning to tire of this so she bent down and litterally swept the black dog off it's paws and handed the big thing over to Quatre.
"Learn how to chain the boy up, will you? I really don't want to do this again." An older blonde came running up to the two of them and and took the dog from Quatre.
"Actually, it's a girl. And sorry about that." She stuck out her hand as if to shake. "I'm Iria, this is Quatre, and this is Rogue." Upon hearing her name, the blackfaced bulldog turned it's head slowly towards them, panting with her tongue sticking out as if nothing just happened.
"I'm Dorothy, nice to meet you, and I already know Quatre." She glared at him and said, "He's the coward." She nodded to Iria and walked into her own backyard.
"Hey, this is a nice sketch." Dorothy froze. She saw Quatre holding a crumpled piece of paper and studying it. "Did you draw it?"
She could feel the blood rushing up to her cheeks as she reached over the fence and grabbed it. "None of your business."
"Well, it's nice."
"Hn."
*~*~*~*~*
"So, what's her story?"
Quatre looked up to see his sister glaring slightly at Dorothy's fence as they walked across the park to her (Iria's) house. "It's... well, complicated."
Iria simply looked away and continued walking with a slight shrug.
"Then you can tell me later when I have time, but for now..." She gestured to the bulldog that had caused so much trouble mere moments ago.
"Thiss will be a blast." Quatre rolled his eyes and began to set up the bath.
*~*~*~*~*
"Class, today we will be discussing the Romeo and Julliet play we will be doing in five weeks." A chorus of moans and groans echoed the classroom.
The tables were set up in groups of six, though only five occupied each one because of the shortage of students.Hilde and the girls occupied one, the boys another, and Silvia's group took up two.
"Now, Romeo and Julliet is a story of two young lovers caught in the crossfire of a family feud, The Tragedy of Romeo..." Meiran grumbled. She was tired of the teacher going on and on about some lovesick teenagers. Unwillingly she listened to what the teacher had to say and took notes in her head, after all, she did have to pass. "For Hundreds of years, Romeo and Juliet have been the world's most famous teenagers. Their story has not be..." 'That was enough', she decided, and sat back to tune everyone out. 'Not fun.'
*~*~*~*~*
At last the class was nearly over. She was about to start packing when the teacher stopped them all.
"Before you go, I want you all to write your name on a blank space. Left is girls, right is boys. You will know who you are all playing very soon, this shall determine it. And when you find out, you will be required to go home and practice your lines for class."
And so they all did. Everyone lined up and wrote their names in blanks all the same. Murmurs of 'I hope I'm Juliet' and 'I know he's going to be Romeo.' where heard from the class. Hilde's little group reluctlantly wrote their names in too.
The teacher grabbed the cloth covering the top of the board, and the class held their breath.
"Romeo and Juliet wil be... Wufei and Meiran!" The teacher exclaimed happily. The two chinese teens glared and the rest of them laughed. This was going to be interesting.
After the role calling, and a few distressed moans, the cheery teacher began to chatter away again. "And there's one more bit of good news. Relena, the Foreign Vice Minister will be coming to the play."
Hilde, Meiran, Dorothy, and Midii looked at eachother. They hadn't heard of this.
*~*~*~*~*
'More weapons for politicians... For the people... not enough protection... Need more vacations... Hey what?' Relena looked up from the papers she had been reviewing as her secretary sheepishly looked in from the door.
"I guess you got to it huh? Well you need it. Anyway, your friends are here for a visit. Toodles!" Yes, her secretary is rather odd. She backed away from the door and Hilde, Dorothy, Midii and Meiran walked in.
"Guess what we have to perform?" Relena grinned.
"So, who's Juliet? Probably Silvia right?" Everyone but Meiran laughed.
"Um, Relena?" Hilde supressed her giggles and pointed of to Meiran. Relena calmed down and looked at her. A small o formed on her lips.
"Well, I hope you have fun?" Meiran scowled.
"Wufei's Romeo."
Relena's eyes widened, "You mean the sexist Wufei?" Midii nodded. "Oh, I can't wait to see this!"
"About that, how come you didn't tell us you'd be visiting?" Dorothy stepped forward and flipped through the other blonde's papers.
"They just called today. Anyways, I'm hungry, want to grab a bite in the kitchen?" Relena got up and walked over to the rest of the girls.
"I guess some things never change." Midii walked off and the rest followed.
*~*~*~*~*
"Hello!" Hilde's head popped into the mansion's kitchen as the others ran to catch up. "Ummm.... what exactly are you doing?"
A small red head child, about seven and a half years old, had a bedsheet draped over her head. Her small face peeked out and she grinned sheepishly. "It's warm."
Relena smiled and gently pulled off the sheet. "Marimaia... come on, lets go find your mother, I think she was looking for you."
Leia Barton, was a homeless pregnant woman when Relena's father found her eight years ago. She had lived and worked with them until the Peacecraft's big break. By then, little Marimaia was already a year and a half. The poor girl looked up to her and her family. Having no father, she looked to Relena's father as a father figure.
Leia didn't know who the father was, or did but didn't want to tell. Either way she was now a single mother. She had been accepted into Relena's family with open arms and so was her daughter. They were the first servants to be hired, and the majority of her family too. The Barton and Peacecraft relationship was more seen as family than servant and supervisor.
"Marimaia! I was looking all over for you! Thank you Relena."
"It was no problem, she's a darling." Marimaia smiled up at Relena and ran over to her mother.
"Momma, can I go play with Uncle Dekim?" Leia looked down at her daughter's face. She could never deny her anything.
"Sure sweetie, just don't go bother him to much."
"We're going to go now. I'll see you around Miss Leia." Hilde happily skipped off to the kitchen, happy for a snack.
*~*~*~*~*
My sixth chapter! I'm so happy I got this out. I know this was a while later then usual, but I got a lot of other things done too; my website has been upgraded,
this story now has some plot to it. I've finished at least two chapters of my other story, homecoming (original), which isn't out yet on fiction press since I'm a little too young. So, finally, things are going to spice up a little in one or two chapters, and the action will finally come in. I'm trying to bring out a chapter every week or two. That's about all, so please R&R!
-Miae