AN: GAH!!!! SORRY! SORRY SORRY SORRY…. I know these things keep coming out slower and slower…. -_-;; Well at least it's here, ne? ^_^;; I hope you enjoy! And I will try to get them out faster.
Chapter 6: "Bakayaro…" the man hissed through clenched teeth. That voice! She knew who this was!
Relena Peacecraft slammed her hands onto her desk in frustration, and stood up from her leather chair. How could this happen?? Everything that she had worked so hard for was being torn apart like tissue paper. How long had she strived for peace? The idea was practically impossible in a world that is so familiar with war. The attempt of peace had destroyed her entire home kingdom, and nearly all who lived there. Still, despite the extreme sacrifice, peace was eventually achieved, and by her no less. She knew she was young and was originally inexperienced. Still, the idea itself was old, and so the decrepit men she had to convince knew what she was talking about. Somehow, by some amazing act of God and a bit of luck, she was able to achieve the dream that had killed an entire kingdom.
Naturally, it seemed to be too good to last. Relena's ways of calm talks and innocent persuasion (which wasn't uncommon in politics) had won her much respect, and the most important position. Still, Hampshire surpassed her in nearly every field. His ways of persuasion had been worked on throughout nearly his entire life, and was much more familiar to the world of politics than Relena was. His words turned hers to dust, and in so forth also turned the ideas of upholding peace to dust as well.
It was taking the Pacifist all of her will-power to momentarily keep her well-spoken ways and not throw objects aimlessly around the room. Hampshire had beaten her in the first major battle: he was able to persuade people into war. Now he was granted the power she once had, and he was abusing it profusely. Relena was returning to nothing more than the young girl that she was originally meant to be, and had no way of regaining her right of position and authority. Still, like the stubborn young woman that she was, she wasn't about to give up. Unfortunately, her only main friends who could help her in such an area were all from the Operation Meteor and Mariemaia wars, and were soldiers themselves. It's unbelievable the type of things the press would be able to come up with the fact that the Pacifist's friends are all ex-soldiers.
Still… despite the fact that Relena wasn't able to collect help from her friends in front of the eyes of the public, didn't mean that she couldn't get their help at all. She knew that Hampshire was up to more than it seemed. Yes, he publicly and legally was able to wage war on the colonies. Of course not everything is ever shown in full. She trusted Hampshire and his honesty just about as much as she had trusted Treize and Dekim Barton. Hampshire was a snake in an expensive suit. Despite all of the facts and all of the action that is being taken, one thing still baffled Relena Peacecraft. What exactly is Hampshire's reason for starting a war with the colonies?
Blaze tossed and turned under her sheets, searching for that perfect position so she could fall asleep. Her attempts were futile, and she blew out a deep breath into the darkness of the room. Her eyes itched with the need for sleep, and her legs ached. 'Why is it that when you want to go to sleep the most, your body has to be sore?' she thought. Her eyes fell to the closed blinds of the glass sliding door. City light came in through the cracks, giving the room a yellow tinge. She turned her head over to the sleeping form next to her in his own bed, and frowned with envy. Some people had all the luck.
'I want to look at the clock…' Blaze thought to herself. 'No wait. I don't. I don't want to know how much sleep I've lost…'
After ten more minutes of debating amongst the voices in her head, Blaze decided to get up. There could be only one destination at such an hour as this. Blaze left the room and made her way to the kitchen.
When she left the room quietly, nothing but blackness greeted her eyes. There was not a single source of light, and it must have been so early in the morning that even the late night workers had turned in. She felt her hand along the wall, until her foot ungracefully found the stairs. Without the bar, she knew she would have tumbled down and ended in a heap. The stairs were concrete, so that had very little appeal. She breathed a sigh of relief, but quietly.
When she finally reached the bottom, her eyes had adjusted slightly to the darkness. Still, she could only make out shadows against the gloom. Her squinted eyes wandered the hangar, and her eyes fell on one of the gundams. The darkness kept her from being able to distinguish which was one it was. Still, curiosity got the best of her and she tip-toed toward it. 'I'm not going to get into it…' she thought to herself. 'I just want to look at it…' If there was one thing that was getting the better of her interest lately, it was mechas. Blaze took a step forward and a soft sigh, when someone tackled her from behind.
Her and her attacker both fell to the ground. She felt strong calloused hands, the hands of a man, grab her left wrist and wring it behind her back as she was pinned on her stomach. Panic filled her, followed by a rush of adrenaline. Blaze snapped back her right hand in a fist, and caught the opponent in the nose. That caused his grip on her to loosen, all she needed to break loose. She wrenched her hand free and reached behind her. Once she grabbed the man's shirt, she pulled him over her, where he fell on his back.
As she pushed herself up, she heard him get up as well. A growl escaped his throat, and though it sounded slightly familiar, she didn't dare waste a second thinking about it. She placed all her weight on both hands, and brought her feet up and together, kicking the attacker in the chest. She heard the air escape his lungs, and took this opportunity to sweep him with her legs. She didn't hear the satisfying thud that comes when someone falls. Instead, she heard the slight scrape of something against the hard floor, and then the sound of feet landing skillfully.
There was a moment, as both weighed each other's skill in the dark, and weighed their possibility of winning. Suddenly the man, whoever he was, ran forward. Blaze watched the dark form of him draw back his fist, and she blocked herself just in time for his punch. She flinched in pain. Immediately, before she could be punched anymore, she back flipped out of his reach. One part of her mind screamed out questions, and the other screamed out demands. Her breathing was quick and shallow, and colors danced before her eyes. The scuffled sound of running feet brought her back to the immediate present. The enemy threw a punch, but she sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and somersaulted him over, where he landed on his back. 'How did I know he was going to punch me??' the thought flitted in and out of her mind.
"Bakayaro…" the man hissed through clenched teeth. That voice! She knew who this was!!
She took a breath to speak, but it was immediately kicked out. She fell back onto one of the metal rolling trays, which broke under her weight and clattered to the ground with her on top. He was on her in seconds, and kept her pinned by her wrists. She didn't struggle, she couldn't. All her mind was focused on was gaining back the oxygen that was robbed from her.
The sound of footsteps stopped both of them, and the sound of voices.
"What the HELL IS GOING ON?! IT'S 4 IN THE FUCKING MORNING!!!!" raged the short-tempered Duo.
"Someone find the light!" demanded Quatre.
At that note, the florescent lighting of the hangar came, thus blinding Blaze momentarily. She blinked multiple times before focusing her gaze above her. "Wufei!!" she shouted. Wufei's harsh ebony eyes stared back, just as surprised as hers.
"Blaze?!" Wufei demanded. "But… Where… How did you…." The surprise in his eyes faded, and he turned his look to Heero, who had been the one to find the light switch.
Blaze followed his pointed stare, and saw as Heero nodded in confirmation, and a grin played at his lips. "What the hell is going on??" she demanded.
"That's what I said!!!" Duo raged, his hair in a complete disarray. His clothes were wrinkled and uneven, as if he had hastily dressed himself.
"We should be asking you that." Wufei hissed. He didn't get up, he didn't let her go.
"Wufei, get off of me!!" Blaze demanded. Claustrophobia started to replace her adrenaline. "What the hell is your problem??"
"You're dangerous!!" Wufei retorted.
"What?!" Blaze exclaimed. "What the hell are you talking about?!?! You attacked me!!! I only reacted!!!"
Wufei got off of her, and crossed his arms once he stood up. "Really? Is that so, Blaze? Using martial arts is just… 'reacting'?" His dark eyes bore flaming holes into her. If looks could kill….
Blaze stood dumbfounded, her mouthing opening and closing like a fish out of water. Finally she was able to stutter, "Bu…. But… I didn't plan to do that!! It just…. Came out of me!!"
Wufei didn't reply and narrowed his Asian eyes at her with deep skepticism. The other pilots seemed dumbfounded by what they had woken up to, and barely understood what was going on. Still, they got the gist, and all eyes were on Blaze as she searched for words to explain herself. She held out her arms as if understanding would hopefully fall into them, but finally dropped her arms limply to her sides in defeat.
"I swear on everything that can be sworn on that I don't know what I'm doing when it happens. I only fought with you because you attacked me in the dark!" She protested one last time.
"Woman, you were going towards my gundam!!" Wufei shouted, and waved his right hand at Shenlong to emphasize his point.
Eyes widened at this, burrowing deeper holes into her. Blaze wanted nothing more than to retreat inside herself where she could hopefully sort things out herself without any outside pressure. On a second thought of her wish, Blaze took back the thought. Her inner self was just as confusing if not more so than the situation. No answers resided in herself, and she knew that. Distress brought tears to her eyes, but she blinked them back. Everyone including herself wanted answers, but there's nothing to give them.
Even so, she wasn't sure if she wanted her memory back. Something plagued against the thought of getting back what her previous life was. She felt like nothing more than a rag doll being pulled along in whatever direction events seemed to drag her. She had no control. Not even over herself.
"What were you doing near the gundams??" Heero demanded, his harsh tone bringing her back to the immediate present.
"I… I was just going to look at them… I again swear that I didn't touch any of them, and I wasn't going to. I was just partially thinking about the mechas." Then she quickly added, "You guys do know that I've been interested in mechas lately, alright?"
Wufei grabbed a tuft of her shirt, and pulled her back to face him. "Tell the truth, woman! We want no more of your lies!! What is going on?! Who the hell are you?!"
"Let me go!!" she demanded, but Wufei ignored her order.
"Wufei…" Quatre started.
"You know what?!" Blaze finally shouted. "No matter what I say, it's never good enough!! Tell the truth?! I don't know what the truth is!! I don't know anything!!! What I do know, I tell in honesty, but you people seem to have a slight malfunction in understanding that word!!! What the hell am I suppose to tell you?!?! What?! I'm a spy?! I work for some big organization that is trying to kill you all?! Fine! I'll say that! You know why?! Because you guys don't want the truth!! You only want to hear what you want to believe!!"
With that thrown into the air, Blaze kneed Wufei in his gut, and jumped back from him, her shirt now free from his iron grip. Wufei sucked in air harshly, and bared his teeth in anger and pain. Trowa and Heero pulled out their guns and took quick and steady aim.
"Another thing!" Blaze yelled at them all. "If I retaliate in any way, it means I'm the enemy! Isn't that right? None of you will acknowledge the fact that Wufei had roughly grabbed me, and so you won't see what I did as a way of defense!" Blaze started to take steps back.
"Don't move, Blaze!" Heero demanded.
"SHOVE IT, YUY!!!" she screamed. Duo stood in confused shock at this young woman's mouth. "You should be happy now! You are, aren't you? Now everyone else is on your side, right?"
"You brought this on yourself." Heero stated stoically.
"Shut up." she hissed. "You don't know anything! You're messing with something and you don't even know what it is! Where do you get off telling me what I am?? I don't even know! You don't even know anything factual about me!! What facts do you have that I am your enemy??"
"You claim to have amnesia, but your actions show something different." Heero pointed out.
"All I can really notice is my weird way of knowing how to fight. Even then, it only comes out to defend myself, and I've only used against those guys at that mission thing we went to, and when Wufei had attacked me in the dark!!!" she shot back. Her eyes fell on Trowa, and her anger blended with sorrow. "Trowa…." she started, her voice just loud enough for him to hear her. "I thought you believed me.… I thought you understood, you told me you did!" Tears welled up at the corners of her azure blue eyes.
"Blaze, my actions are more out of immediate caution than anything else. Right now you are dangerous." Trowa responded quietly.
Blaze laughed dryly to herself. "Dangerous? Where'd you get that idea? Even if I could fight well, it still means nothing. There are five of you, and one of me." Her eyes fell, and her shoulders dropped, as all rushes of anger started to leave her. "Besides…. I wouldn't want to fight you. Any of you. Even you Heero, even though you're temporarily as close to an enemy as I have. You've all become my friends. I… I couldn't do that even if I tried." She started to walk backwards, her eyes on Heero and his gun. Heero made no move to shoot her, and just calculated her with his stare. "But… then again, none of you would believe me, would you?"
Blaze spun on her heel and walked briskly out of the hangar, and onto where the beach was before the tears actually did fall and they all saw it.
Everyone let out a long-held breath. Minutes passed before Duo spoke. "Do you think she'll come back?"
"Later…" Heero replied.
"Should someone go talk to her?" Quatre said, his thought slipping off his lips.
"No… just let her be. I'm sure the last thing she needs is someone to go and pester her some more." Trowa replied quietly.
"Still…." Quatre said. "There were some serious misunderstandings, and I can feel her hurting, Trowa. She's going to need reassurance some time."
"There are no misunderstandings!" said Wufei, as he walked toward them briskly. "There is something wrong with that woman!"
"Yeah, Wu-man… and I'm sure you just really helped her confusion a whole tone…" Duo shot back, rubbing his aching eyes.
"I'm going to bed." Trowa said finally.
"Good idea!" Duo exclaimed. "I say we all follow Trowa's brilliant example."
As everyone left to go back to bed, Heero stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring at the door of the hangar thoughtfully.
Blaze stood outside on the sand, with the waves barely reaching her feet. It was still early in the morning, and most of the sky was dark. Still, a light blue light started to spread from the east. The ocean before her was still as dark as the sky, with barely a dividing line. She felt the icy waters with cold fear, and stared at the lapping salty waters with hatred. She growled loudly to herself, grabbed a nearby rock, and threw it into the waves. "WHO AM I?!" she screamed with all of the built up aggravation, despondency, and confusion she had. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!?!"
Blaze slumped into the cold sand, as her salty tears mingled with the waters. She pushed herself back away so the ocean couldn't touch her, and drew her legs up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them in a fetal position. Her pajamas were now wet and covered in sand, but that was the last thing on her mind. Blaze was also tired, having gotten no sleep, but of all things, she refused to go inside. 'let them feel sorry…' she thought to herself. 'if they do, then someone will eventually come out here for you…'
Of course it was much to her surprise when it was eventually Heero who came out and found her.
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AN: Ahh…. On that note…. REVIEW!!!!! PLEASE!!!! *large watery eyes* *quivering bottom lip* Arigatou!! Oh yeah… and btw, Bakayaro is asshole/bastard in Japanese…. ~.~;;