I do not own Sakura Wars or any of it's characters…'cause if I did, I wouldn't be calling this a fanfic and I would be sailing on the Caribbean in my private yacht, literally swimming in pools of money.
So, now that that's over, you can read the fanfic. Enjoy!
Oh, and this is set in sort of a past/future sorta way and it's based on if Orihime and Reni hadn't come in ST2.
Jacques, Fifi, Clarice, Sophie, Mikel, Reina, Ravina, and Peter are all my characters. (Even if Fifi is a dog!) NO TOUCHIE!!!
Chapter 20
"Is he going to be okay?" Maria asked as Kayama came out of the infirmary. "Ohgami's going to be fine, Maria." Kayama replied to the worried blonde, who wiped her eyes with her gloved hands and smiled in relief. "There's going to a minor operation to get the bullet out from where it's lodged, but other than that, it's nothing serious." "Thank god…" Maria whispered. "Ohgami's been asking to see you, Maria." Ayame reported as she walked out of the infirmary just then. "Oh, thank you Ayame." the blonde said as she rushed out of the waiting room, and into Ohgami's room.
"Hi there." Ohgami greeted as Maria walked into the room and closed the door behind her. I can't bring myself to look at him…he got hurt protecting me…it's all my fault…I thought that by coming here, nothing like this would ever happen again…is this just inevitable fate? Maria sat down, averting her gaze from looking at her lover. "Are you going to talk to me?" Ohgami asked, sitting upright in the hospital-like bed. When there was no answer, he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Are you even going to look at me?" he asked. Silence. "Maria…" Ohgami reached out to touch Maria's cheek, but the blonde had moved her head too quickly, and Ohgami's fingertips brushed against her lips, causing Maria to look up at him, startled. "Stop wallowing in self-pity." Ohgami commanded. "Wha-" "I can see you struggling with your thoughts. Just stop. None if this was your fault if that's what you're thinking. I chose to protect you because you mean a lot to me…what good what it be if the enemy succeeded in their plan? You and I…and the others, we're here to make sure that never happens. And…and I don't think I could bear the thought of losing you."
"GIVE ME FIFI!!" Was the first thing Valentinov heard when he walked into the fishing shack. Jacques was chasing Clarice and Sophie who were playing tag team with the pink stuffed poodle. "CATCH, SOPHIE!" the eighteen-year-old shouted as she threw Fifi over Jacques head to the awaiting brunette. "AAH! STOP THROWING FIFI!!" Jacques exclaimed, horrified as Sophie caught the poodle and was now throwing it back and forth between her left and right hand. "Gosh Jacques, you act as if we're going to execute a real dog or something." Clarice said as she leaned against the wall and looked over at the door. When she saw Valentinov standing there, his arms crossed and a stern look on his face, the American girl stood up straight. "Er…hello sir." she said just loud enough to where Sophie and Jacques could hear. Sophie looked over her shoulder and stood up straight, an apologetic look on her face. Jacques, on the other hand, had his back to Valentinov, and was…well, quite the idiot. He laughed scornfully and took Fifi from Sophie. "Do you two really expect me to believe that the old man is back? You two are-" "Dismissed." came Valentinov's voice, which caused Jacques' blood run cold. Slowly, with an 'I could just kick myself' look on his face, he turned around, to see the 'old man' glaring at him. "Um…hello?" "Sophie, Clarice, you two are dismissed. I need to talk to Jacques for a moment." "Yes sir." two female voices chirped simultaneously. There were footsteps and then the opening and slamming of the door. I am so dead. Jacques thought.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT PART ENSIGN GAVE ME!!" Sumire fumed as she stormed into the music room, where Orihime was playing the piano. "Sumire, the casting was an hour ago! What's the problem now?" the Italian asked, annoyed that she wasn't going to be able to play the piano until Sumire left. "Ensign cast me as Carlotta Guidicelli! She's in the very beginning of the play, and then she leaves and doesn't come back until towards the middle and once again towards the end!!" "So? I have to play as Madam Giry. What's so bad about your part?" Orihime asked. "You're supposed to be a world famous singer, but you quit after the Phantom strikes time and time again." Sumire pondered on this, and shrugged. "I guess even though it's not a big part, Ensign was thinking of me when he assigned the roles." "Yes, I'm sure he was. Now why don't you go practice your lines?" Orihime suggested, eager to get the sixteen-year-old out of the music room. "Yes, yes. I'm going to do just that. Maybe I still have a chance after all! Just you wait, I'll be the one who has the diamond ring on her finger!" Sumire exclaimed, jumping up and running down the hall. Orihime blinked several times as she stared at the door. Wasn't she the one who told Iris that no one had a chance? Oh, well…
"Reni, Iris is having difficulties on this line." "Let me see, Iris." The German girl studied the script for a moment and then looked back at Iris, her eyebrows raised. "Iris, you have the script upside down." "Oh! That makes more sense, doesn't it Jean Paul?" Iris asked her companion, who was floating beside her. Reni sighed and shook her head as she handed Iris her script and went back to looking over her own. "Who are you playing as again Reni?" The curious French child asked. "I am playing as Monsieur Andre, and Kanna is playing as my business partner, Monsieur Firmin." "Do you get to sing anything, Reni? Because, Iris gets to sing with Maria." "Yes Iris. I get to sing the introduction to the masquerade scene with Kanna, Sumire and…wait a minute…who's playing Raul?" "Hmm…I don't know Reni. Let's go ask!"
"Jacques, Mikel escaped from wherever he was being held. He's headed over here soon. Make sure that you get every bit of information from him before he receives his punishment for failing." Valentinov said. "And the punishment would be…?" Jacques asked uncertainly. The Russian took his revolver out and put one bullet in, then spun the chamber, all while looking directly at Jacques with cold eyes. "Ulp…I understand sir." the French man said. "Good. See to it that Mikel meets me at the pier at five tonight and does not know of what's to come. Or you'll be next." Valentinov put his revolver back in his pocket and began to walk out the door when he called out to Jacques. "And that's not a threat…that's a promise."
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!! DID YOU SEE THE LOOK ON JACQUES FACE?! THAT WAS PRICELESS!!" Sophie exclaimed, walking into the apartment with Clarice trailing behind, now having second thoughts about stopping at that bar before coming back to the apartment. "Sophie, you are drunk." she stated plainly before walking into her bedroom. "Naw, I just enjoy living, that's all." "Like I said, you're drunk." "Whatever." Sophie said as Clarice slammed the bedroom door in her face. No sooner had Clarice sat down on her bed, than the loud sounds of MTV reached her ears and then a THUMP. Yup. She's drunk. I'll bet anything that she just jumped off the couch again. The teen sighed and plugged her ears as Sophie tried to sing along to the songs. Somebody shut her up please!!
*WHAM!* Jacques looked over his shoulder to see a man with pitch black hair, no older than twenty-four, in what looked like a military uniform. If it wasn't for his pistol, which said, in gold lettering, MIKEL, Jacques would've surrendered right then and there. "Long time no see." the man said in his Russian accent, a smug smile on his face. "Hello Mikel. I see you've been successful." Jacques replied. "Extremely. Do you have something to drink? It's hot out there." "Uh, yeah, lemme look. The old man keeps a refrigerator in here." The French man gestured to a seat, in which Mikel took, and then went to look for some sake. Supposedly, it was the Japanese version of beer. After handing a bottle to Mikel, and taking a bottle himself, Jacques sat down and started up his hidden tape recorder. "So Mikel, what did you get accomplished." he asked. "Oh, you won't believe it. I frightened our target, and then, after escaping from this secret base or something, I shot someone who, I guess, was special to Maria, because she started firing right back at me." "Nice job." Jacques commented. "Oh. The old man wants to see you at the pier tonight at five." "What does he want?" Mikel asked, taking a drink of sake. "Dunno, but I bet it's important." "Maybe he wants to promote me." "Maybe…" But I wonder if death is a ranking.
