Tell Me You Love Me
Chapter Nine:
I DEDICATE THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER TO KATIE (Nightchild01). *glomps Katie* Many many arigatos! GO READ KATIE'S STUFF! ^___^
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The morning broke at this moment, shattering the darkness of the night as sunlight creeped into the room with a soft knock of brightness on the furniture. The two persons looked at eachother as the light illuminated the others' face. Sunlight bounced off Tara's dark violet eyes and back into WuFei's obsidian orbs, reflecting the souls of the other into their eyes.
They leaned closer to each other, as if an invisible force had connected them and was pulling them together. Tara's eyes flicked over WuFei's features, and sudden realization dawned in her eyes, she was just about to stand up when the vid-phone started blaring in it's high-pitched ring. "Right...need to get that." she said as she stood up, turning her back to WuFei to hide her emotions. Walking over to the place on the wall where the vid-phone was hung, she collected herself before answering... "Yeah?"
"Well? Are you coming back or what? Does your mobile suit need fuel?" The super intendant bombarded Tara with questions the second she finished her word, only causing her to roll her eyes. She tapped her fingers and stared absentmindedly as the voice on the other end of the phone never ceased to break as she was lectured about being more decisive. Finally it annoyed her enough and she decided to tell the intendant off and get on to more important buisness.
"Listen, you. I've got far more important things to do than be your little servant. Go ask someone else, alright?" She then hung up the vid-phone and disconnected it, snickering and twirling her finger in a circle near her head in refference to the super indentant. Her actions earned her a slight smile from her Chinese comrade as she tried to think of something that had to be done to avoid being questioned about her owning a mobile suit.
Tara turned to WuFei, thinking quickly. She got an idea. "I think we're getting low on food supplies. I'll go into town now and get more food. I should be back in no less than an hour." With that, she turned, grabbing her jacket and headed out of the door to her bike that she pedaled around on to make herself look like an ordinary citizen; leaving a semi-shocked WuFei in her wake, staring at the place where she had just been.
WuFei blinked and continued staring at the closed door for quite a few minutes after the mysterious dark haired girl had left on an impromptu note. Shrugging, he lowered himself into a nearby chair and drummed his fingers on a stand near Tara's bed, creating a slight rythym to entertain himself with. He knew he should try and get in contact with the others, but currently he wasn't anywhere's near his gundam and had yet to find an actual telephone in the safehouse, and even if he did, why would the other pilots pick up the phone when they recieved all their missions and anything else via a computer? Quite frankly he wasn't even quite sure where exactly Tara's safehouse was; which direction, how far away from the OZ base, not even if it was in a hundred-mile radius of the base. So he did what he could: he sat perfectly still and silent, waiting until Tara would return from her escapade.
A sudden noise, like a twig snapping just outside the room he was in, brought WuFei's attention. Not even realizing what he was doing because he was running on instinct, he went to another section of the house; a section of the house that anyone entering would not be able to see him in. Once in his hiding place, he shook his head to clear it of instincts. 'If they get too much of a look around, Tara'll be in danger...' he thought to himself as he moved away from his hiding place, ready to surrender, for Tara's sake.
'Quatre is going to be worried sick...' WuFei realized upon stepping outside of the secluded room and back into the main part of the safehouse. '...but I have to make sure no one is put in any danger.' His thoughts and ideas right about now were greatly contradicting all his training as a gundam pilot, but he didn't really care. To the pilots he was perceived as dead, and only to Tara was his still-beating heart acknowledged. He felt it was only correct to protect her safety after she had protected his. And thus, he allowed himself to be captured by OZ, hoping they didn't really pay attention to the area surrounding the safehouse.
* * *
Tara came back about an hour later, as promised. She shoved her bike under a bush by the door, sensing something amiss but trying to push it from her mind. Opening the door, the feeling only got worse when she heard how quiet it was in the safehouse. Drawing her gun, she called out, "WuFei?" She crept carefully, silently through the house, searching all of the rooms when she got no answer. WuFei was not in the house. "Shit..." Turning, she burst out of the door to search the grounds.
A couple footprints caught her eye, and she knelt down carefully to examine them. They definetly did not belong to herself or WuFei. A sudden thought reached her mind, and she stood up quickly and ran to the woods behind the safehouse to where she kept her stolen Taurus mobile suit. Leaving the food she had bought to sit on the table in the living room, she hopped into the cockpit and before another second passed, she was flying off into the direction her intuition was telling her to go. She knew there had to be more gundam pilots, as she had seen broadcasts of at least five gundams while watching the news back on L5. Keeping her eyes peeled for anything even remotely human amongst the trees and shrubs, she flew low so as not to be spotted by OZ... or worse, a gundam pilot thinking she worked for OZ.
.
Tara flew in her stolen mobile suit for what felt like hours to her. She was starting to get frustrated that she hadn't located anything that even remotely resembled a gundam pilot's safehouse. Several long streams of curses were running through her head, when she suddenly saw a rooftop that looked like it could possibly be a safehouse. Being careful that she wasn't too far away from said building but not too close, she landed her mobile suit. As soon as it was safe in the cover of trees, she jumped from it and headed toward the safehouse, intent on finding out if any gundam pilots were there.
Drawing a hesitant breath, she exhaled slowly to calm her nerves before knocking on the door quietly. She didn't really expect anyone to open the door, but it couldn't hurt to try. On second thought, it could hurt if an angry someone with a gun were to open the door, but she didn't want to think that. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her jean shorts, she waited patiently for someone to open the door.
.
Just as she was about to knock again, glaring at the door for all her worth, the door swung open to reveal a boy about her age with blonde hair and aqua eyes. She felt her glare instantly melt at the sight of the boy, he was just too cute to glare at. A long silence drifted between the two, each staring back into eachother's eyes, waiting for an answer or question. Finally, Tara spoke.
"Uh... yeah. ...By any chance do you know someone by the name of Chang WuFei?"
The boy's eyes widened and he nodded frantically. "I did..."
Tara arched an eyebrow and blinked. "Did...? He's alive, he's not dead," she said, taken aback at the blonde's mournful comment.
The boy's jaw dropped. "H-he can't be...he..." his voice trailed off, not wanting to say more.
Another voice called from inside the house, "Who's at the door?" the voice was oddly calm, yet commanding.
The boy turned back to the house to yell back, but Tara beat him to it. "I know Chang WuFei." she said as she glanced at the blonde boy. The sounds of at least two other pairs of feet could be heard heading their way.
At this point, Tara got the feeling this wasn't going to be an easy ordeal as a tall boy sporting a uni-bang appeared behind the blonde, and following him was a face she recognized instantly: the infamous Heero Yuy. Behind Heero was a slightly shorter and thinner braided boy. She sighed. "I know Chang WuFei, he's a long time friend of mine and right how he's in trouble. I'm glad I found this place before it got too late. I'll tell you all who I am very willingly as long as you don't report back to that idiot of a super intendant back on L5."
"Then explain yourself." Heero said.
"Gladly." replied Tara, clearing her throat. "Name is Tara James. From the L5 colony. I volunteered at a rebel base near where I used to live, to go on missions for the higher authorities to collect data from OZ bases, ruined or active, and return that data back to the colony where it would be used to keep a handle on OZ, to make sure they don't start using the colonies as means of force against you gundam pilots during conflicts." She stated confidently, knowing perfectly well what kind of mess she was getting herself into. "And I happened to come across WuFei when I was searching through a recently destroyed OZ base. I take it I got there shortly after you all left."
The blonde boy lit up at news of WuFei. "Where is he? Is he okay? Can we see him? Wh--"
The boy with the braid cut the blonde one off, "What do you mean by he's in trouble?" he asked, glaring at Tara as if it might be her fault.
"I don't know all the details, but I had stepped out in order to buy some more food and said I would be back in an hour at the most, which I was. But when I got back, he was gone." She saw the blonde frown as she completed her sentence. "No notes, no anythings. There didn't appear to be a scuffle, but I saw some footprints outside my safehouse which were clearly not mine or WuFei's. I'm guessing OZ must have found the place, but I can't imagine they ransacked it because everything was in place. My guess is he surrendered for one reason or another, and that's why I couldn't find him, and why I came to you." Tara said, unfazed at all by the glares she was receiving here and there.
"Well then let's go find him!" the blonde said to the other pilots. He was overjoyed upon hearing WuFei was alive, but at the same time, saddened that the pilot of Shenlong was captured by low-lifes such as OZ.
Tara looked at the pilots. "I need to know what to call you. Just pointing and saying, 'hey you!' isn't going to cut it." she stated simpily, which got her a glare from Heero. Turning toward him she said, "I don't need to know your name." with that said, she turned back to the others.
"Alright..." the blonde said, "I'm Quatre. This is Trowa," he pointed to the tall, silent boy standing beside him. "and this is Duo."
Tara nodded. "Gotcha. Okay. Now what do you all say we get going?"
"Hold on a second," Heero said, "You don't have a mobile suit."
A light laugh followed by a shake of her head. "Yeah I do. Not a gundam by any means, but it's good enough. A stolen Taurus suit."
Silence and a glare were her only answers until Trowa spoke.
"Alright. Let's go."
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I'm so sorry this took so long to get out... ^_^ I hope you enjoy it, though! And don't worry, this story ain't over yet, and that's a promise!
...
Berrful Hunter
email: ilovetchan@yahoo.com / bringmetolife02@yahoo.com (either or works.. I check them both)
OR
IM: Tsuiraku Hoshi
Chapter Nine:
I DEDICATE THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER TO KATIE (Nightchild01). *glomps Katie* Many many arigatos! GO READ KATIE'S STUFF! ^___^
~~~*~~~
The morning broke at this moment, shattering the darkness of the night as sunlight creeped into the room with a soft knock of brightness on the furniture. The two persons looked at eachother as the light illuminated the others' face. Sunlight bounced off Tara's dark violet eyes and back into WuFei's obsidian orbs, reflecting the souls of the other into their eyes.
They leaned closer to each other, as if an invisible force had connected them and was pulling them together. Tara's eyes flicked over WuFei's features, and sudden realization dawned in her eyes, she was just about to stand up when the vid-phone started blaring in it's high-pitched ring. "Right...need to get that." she said as she stood up, turning her back to WuFei to hide her emotions. Walking over to the place on the wall where the vid-phone was hung, she collected herself before answering... "Yeah?"
"Well? Are you coming back or what? Does your mobile suit need fuel?" The super intendant bombarded Tara with questions the second she finished her word, only causing her to roll her eyes. She tapped her fingers and stared absentmindedly as the voice on the other end of the phone never ceased to break as she was lectured about being more decisive. Finally it annoyed her enough and she decided to tell the intendant off and get on to more important buisness.
"Listen, you. I've got far more important things to do than be your little servant. Go ask someone else, alright?" She then hung up the vid-phone and disconnected it, snickering and twirling her finger in a circle near her head in refference to the super indentant. Her actions earned her a slight smile from her Chinese comrade as she tried to think of something that had to be done to avoid being questioned about her owning a mobile suit.
Tara turned to WuFei, thinking quickly. She got an idea. "I think we're getting low on food supplies. I'll go into town now and get more food. I should be back in no less than an hour." With that, she turned, grabbing her jacket and headed out of the door to her bike that she pedaled around on to make herself look like an ordinary citizen; leaving a semi-shocked WuFei in her wake, staring at the place where she had just been.
WuFei blinked and continued staring at the closed door for quite a few minutes after the mysterious dark haired girl had left on an impromptu note. Shrugging, he lowered himself into a nearby chair and drummed his fingers on a stand near Tara's bed, creating a slight rythym to entertain himself with. He knew he should try and get in contact with the others, but currently he wasn't anywhere's near his gundam and had yet to find an actual telephone in the safehouse, and even if he did, why would the other pilots pick up the phone when they recieved all their missions and anything else via a computer? Quite frankly he wasn't even quite sure where exactly Tara's safehouse was; which direction, how far away from the OZ base, not even if it was in a hundred-mile radius of the base. So he did what he could: he sat perfectly still and silent, waiting until Tara would return from her escapade.
A sudden noise, like a twig snapping just outside the room he was in, brought WuFei's attention. Not even realizing what he was doing because he was running on instinct, he went to another section of the house; a section of the house that anyone entering would not be able to see him in. Once in his hiding place, he shook his head to clear it of instincts. 'If they get too much of a look around, Tara'll be in danger...' he thought to himself as he moved away from his hiding place, ready to surrender, for Tara's sake.
'Quatre is going to be worried sick...' WuFei realized upon stepping outside of the secluded room and back into the main part of the safehouse. '...but I have to make sure no one is put in any danger.' His thoughts and ideas right about now were greatly contradicting all his training as a gundam pilot, but he didn't really care. To the pilots he was perceived as dead, and only to Tara was his still-beating heart acknowledged. He felt it was only correct to protect her safety after she had protected his. And thus, he allowed himself to be captured by OZ, hoping they didn't really pay attention to the area surrounding the safehouse.
* * *
Tara came back about an hour later, as promised. She shoved her bike under a bush by the door, sensing something amiss but trying to push it from her mind. Opening the door, the feeling only got worse when she heard how quiet it was in the safehouse. Drawing her gun, she called out, "WuFei?" She crept carefully, silently through the house, searching all of the rooms when she got no answer. WuFei was not in the house. "Shit..." Turning, she burst out of the door to search the grounds.
A couple footprints caught her eye, and she knelt down carefully to examine them. They definetly did not belong to herself or WuFei. A sudden thought reached her mind, and she stood up quickly and ran to the woods behind the safehouse to where she kept her stolen Taurus mobile suit. Leaving the food she had bought to sit on the table in the living room, she hopped into the cockpit and before another second passed, she was flying off into the direction her intuition was telling her to go. She knew there had to be more gundam pilots, as she had seen broadcasts of at least five gundams while watching the news back on L5. Keeping her eyes peeled for anything even remotely human amongst the trees and shrubs, she flew low so as not to be spotted by OZ... or worse, a gundam pilot thinking she worked for OZ.
.
Tara flew in her stolen mobile suit for what felt like hours to her. She was starting to get frustrated that she hadn't located anything that even remotely resembled a gundam pilot's safehouse. Several long streams of curses were running through her head, when she suddenly saw a rooftop that looked like it could possibly be a safehouse. Being careful that she wasn't too far away from said building but not too close, she landed her mobile suit. As soon as it was safe in the cover of trees, she jumped from it and headed toward the safehouse, intent on finding out if any gundam pilots were there.
Drawing a hesitant breath, she exhaled slowly to calm her nerves before knocking on the door quietly. She didn't really expect anyone to open the door, but it couldn't hurt to try. On second thought, it could hurt if an angry someone with a gun were to open the door, but she didn't want to think that. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her jean shorts, she waited patiently for someone to open the door.
.
Just as she was about to knock again, glaring at the door for all her worth, the door swung open to reveal a boy about her age with blonde hair and aqua eyes. She felt her glare instantly melt at the sight of the boy, he was just too cute to glare at. A long silence drifted between the two, each staring back into eachother's eyes, waiting for an answer or question. Finally, Tara spoke.
"Uh... yeah. ...By any chance do you know someone by the name of Chang WuFei?"
The boy's eyes widened and he nodded frantically. "I did..."
Tara arched an eyebrow and blinked. "Did...? He's alive, he's not dead," she said, taken aback at the blonde's mournful comment.
The boy's jaw dropped. "H-he can't be...he..." his voice trailed off, not wanting to say more.
Another voice called from inside the house, "Who's at the door?" the voice was oddly calm, yet commanding.
The boy turned back to the house to yell back, but Tara beat him to it. "I know Chang WuFei." she said as she glanced at the blonde boy. The sounds of at least two other pairs of feet could be heard heading their way.
At this point, Tara got the feeling this wasn't going to be an easy ordeal as a tall boy sporting a uni-bang appeared behind the blonde, and following him was a face she recognized instantly: the infamous Heero Yuy. Behind Heero was a slightly shorter and thinner braided boy. She sighed. "I know Chang WuFei, he's a long time friend of mine and right how he's in trouble. I'm glad I found this place before it got too late. I'll tell you all who I am very willingly as long as you don't report back to that idiot of a super intendant back on L5."
"Then explain yourself." Heero said.
"Gladly." replied Tara, clearing her throat. "Name is Tara James. From the L5 colony. I volunteered at a rebel base near where I used to live, to go on missions for the higher authorities to collect data from OZ bases, ruined or active, and return that data back to the colony where it would be used to keep a handle on OZ, to make sure they don't start using the colonies as means of force against you gundam pilots during conflicts." She stated confidently, knowing perfectly well what kind of mess she was getting herself into. "And I happened to come across WuFei when I was searching through a recently destroyed OZ base. I take it I got there shortly after you all left."
The blonde boy lit up at news of WuFei. "Where is he? Is he okay? Can we see him? Wh--"
The boy with the braid cut the blonde one off, "What do you mean by he's in trouble?" he asked, glaring at Tara as if it might be her fault.
"I don't know all the details, but I had stepped out in order to buy some more food and said I would be back in an hour at the most, which I was. But when I got back, he was gone." She saw the blonde frown as she completed her sentence. "No notes, no anythings. There didn't appear to be a scuffle, but I saw some footprints outside my safehouse which were clearly not mine or WuFei's. I'm guessing OZ must have found the place, but I can't imagine they ransacked it because everything was in place. My guess is he surrendered for one reason or another, and that's why I couldn't find him, and why I came to you." Tara said, unfazed at all by the glares she was receiving here and there.
"Well then let's go find him!" the blonde said to the other pilots. He was overjoyed upon hearing WuFei was alive, but at the same time, saddened that the pilot of Shenlong was captured by low-lifes such as OZ.
Tara looked at the pilots. "I need to know what to call you. Just pointing and saying, 'hey you!' isn't going to cut it." she stated simpily, which got her a glare from Heero. Turning toward him she said, "I don't need to know your name." with that said, she turned back to the others.
"Alright..." the blonde said, "I'm Quatre. This is Trowa," he pointed to the tall, silent boy standing beside him. "and this is Duo."
Tara nodded. "Gotcha. Okay. Now what do you all say we get going?"
"Hold on a second," Heero said, "You don't have a mobile suit."
A light laugh followed by a shake of her head. "Yeah I do. Not a gundam by any means, but it's good enough. A stolen Taurus suit."
Silence and a glare were her only answers until Trowa spoke.
"Alright. Let's go."
~~~*~~~
I'm so sorry this took so long to get out... ^_^ I hope you enjoy it, though! And don't worry, this story ain't over yet, and that's a promise!
...
Berrful Hunter
email: ilovetchan@yahoo.com / bringmetolife02@yahoo.com (either or works.. I check them both)
OR
IM: Tsuiraku Hoshi