Chapter 7:
Mirror Memories
During the entire ride from the airport, the family could not help but notice their guest was back to her silent state, in which nothing could snap her out of it. Not even Nicole could get a smile. They knew she was deep in thought and even the slightest outburst could startle her body and mind to near tears. Katrina had called her little brother earlier and told him of her guest. He assured her that his friends and he would try to help the girl in anyway they could.
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Christmas Eve was tomorrow, and of course the girls were away upstairs in their rooms getting ready, with the essentials things, clothes, hair, etc. That though was upstairs, downstairs, in the parlor, at the far end of the room, Duo was striking another victory pose, for he was finally beating Wufei in a game of pool. It just earned him a glare from Wufei, who was silently warning him to either shut up or he would shove that pool stick down Maxwell's throat, as he hit the white cue ball making it hit the triangle of multicolored balls, scattering each one all over the table.
As the two exchanged glares and insults, Trowa and Quatre sat across from each other on the velvet-covered sofa. Three cups of tea and one mug of black coffee occupied the glass table in between them. Trowa looked up from his usual stoic gaze, as he looked over his book towards Quatre, who had just set down his cup.
"Quatre, if you don't mind me asking, is it just going to be the group for this holiday, or are you expecting others to join?"
At that statement, Trowa noticed aqua eyes light up. "I almost forgot! I do know that one of my sisters is on her way with her family. I haven't seen her since, forever. She also said something about caring for a patient with amnesia. They were bringing the person to see if we could help with their memory, I mean we did help you." By now, all three were listening, sitting on the sofas.
"Quatre, how do you plan on helping anyways?" asked Duo.
Quatre pondered for a moment, "Well, I don't really know, maybe if the person was in war, we might have seen him. Who knows, he might even know what happen to L-" Before Quatre could finish his sentence, a hand came down over his mouth, and Duo whispered in his ear.
"Exne eahlay (1), especially in front of Trowa!"
Quatre immediately realized Duo's words and corrected himself, "At least to say that I hope we can help the person."
Trowa looked at the two young men, knowing full well who they meant, but he said nothing. They all sat there a few moments in silence, until their keen hearing made everyone look up. They had heard the sound of a car engine vroom up the driveway.
"That must be them!" exclaimed Quatre as he jumped from his seat and practically ran to the front door with the others following behind.
As they entered the entrance hall, the only other person was Heero, who was leaning against the bottom post of the stair railing, arms crossed and eyes closed. The others guessed the sound of the car must really have intrigued him, because nothing had been able to get him to move in days. They all turned as Quatre opened the wide doors, spilling sunlight and a warm breeze onto everyone's faces.
They watched through the wide open doors to see that a sleek black limousine was parked in the driveway right in front of the front steps. Suddenly, they saw the car door burst open in a flash. All they could hear was a small voice yell out, in almost a squeak.
"Uncle Quatre!"
Looking down the boys saw a little girl, no more than about nine or ten, was running towards the group, or should I say, Quatre, and when the hyper girl reached him, she jumped and threw her arms around his neck, making them both fall backward.
After a while, the boys were able to pull the little girl off of the young blonde male. She looked almost exactly like Quatre, except for light sky blue eyes and long brownish blonde curly hair. As they all stood up and helped Quatre stand on his feet, they saw two more figures standing before them, holding the little girl back by the hand. The older woman spoke first.
"I'm sorry Quatre, but Nicole is just very excited at seeing you for the first time."
Quatre just laughed at little Nicole's struggles to get away from her mother's grip. "It's all right Katrina, I'm glad to see both of you too. Let me introduce you, this Wu fei, Trowa, Duo, and over there is Heero." Quatre replied being the gracious host that he is, motioning to each young man as he spoke their names.
Katrina smiled, "It's good to finally meet the Gundam heroes, who saved Earth and the Colonies. As you know I am Katrina Winner, and this bundle of energy is my daughter Nicole, and this is her father, Alex."
Everyone greeted each other and all were about to enter back into the parlor room, when Alex whispered something in Katrina's ear.
"Oh, dear, I nearly forgot! Now where is she?"
At this, the boys abruptly stopped as well, as if they too wanted to know who this mystery person was. Just then, Nicole broke the silence with her gleeful squeak.
"Mommy, she's right over here!!"
All eyes turned toward Nicole's direction, she pointed toward the front doors, which started to open slightly. The boys' eyes all widened in shock, as they came faced with a young girl, no older then themselves. She had long silken blonde hair falling around her slim pale body. However, what the interests of Heero and Trowa, was when she turned to face them all revealing stunning pools bright blood red eyes.
"I'm sorry I kept you waiting." A timid, quiet voice spoke.
"LEAH!!"
The sudden shout from the boys startled the young girl. She took a step backward, but that wasn't from the shout of the name. As her deep red eyes surveyed the room at the five young men, her mind was trying to find memories of them, but all it gave her was a headache. Just then, she caught sight of a boy in the distance, not particularly in the group. He stood there stoically and only for a brief moment she could see deep prussian eyes, but he quickly closed them looking down holding his head, as if he too had a headache.
Her red eyes moved again but soon locked, frozen with deep emerald orbs that looked so deep in thought. They were so much like the ones from her dreams. Confused ruby orbs wanted to know more of this man. However, her foot took a small step forward, the pain in her head began to grow and became too much that it was too much for her mind to control. She stumbled to the ground clutching her head, crying out of pain.
~~ (Heero's POV) ~~
I stood there leaning my back against stair railing. Even though I could be upstairs continuing my search, something compelled me to come down, like something or someone was coming. As I watched Quatre do the introductions, my head started pound in pain, usually I never got headaches, not like this, unless I was near... strange.
When I looked back up, my blue eyes stared, nearly stunned, into the sight of bright yet confused and scared red eyes amongst long silken blonde hair. I would have stared longer but that pain pounded harder than ever, so much I had to look away and I hold my head in my hand. Was that girl, Leah? This headache proves to me that our link is strong, which means Leah is near, but where? I need to know more.
~~ (End POV) ~~
Katrina saw the girl double over, and ran to help her to her feet, while holding her pale arms tightly, in order for the girl to regain her balance. She spoke trying to comfort the girl's sobs.
"It's all right, Llana, why don't you go upstairs and find an unoccupied room to stay and rest in."
'Llana?!?!' all the boys' thoughts cried out in unison.
~~ (Trowa's POV) ~~
Llana? But I thought....is Leah really dead? No, I refuse to believe that! Those eyes looked so much like Leah's, that same glow of innocence and compassion with a mix of blood and mystery that I had fallen in love with. I kept my gaze on the girl, as she doubled over tears spilling from scared and confused eyes. I was so tempted to go over and help her, but Katrina got there first, almost as if she was protecting the girl from us. As I watched the girl slowly climb the steps, I noticed Heero was also holding his head just as the girl. Leah and Heero always did and said things simultaneously, even if they didn't know it. She must be Leah! I've got to know more.
~~ (End POV) ~~
Everyone watched the girl climb the many steps. Trowa was about to follow after her, when a hand came down upon his shoulder. It was Alex. He motioned towards Katrina, who was gathering all the boys into the parlor. They all sat down on the sofas and leather- covered chairs. Alex held Nicole on his lap, stopping her from also going after the other girl.
Katrina began to explain to the young men how exactly they found the girl, and why they named her "Llana". "...Nicole believed that what she was meaning to say, but she had amnesia and it didn't come right, I suppose." The boys listened and understood, and the more they heard the more their suspicions were confirmed, she was Leah.
Meanwhile, scarlet eyes roamed through the quiet halls. Her pale hand knocked on several doors, waiting for an answer. So lost in thought trying to remember why those prussian and emerald eyes were so familiar, she didn't see the young woman approached her, neither of them did until...oof!
"Oh, forgive me, I didn't see you there."
Scarlet eyes looked up to find her body lying back on the floor, they followed the voice to see a young woman standing over her, with long white/blonde hair flowing down to her knees, and icy blue eyes glowing with worry. A pale hand reached down and helped the other stand, trying to regain her balance. They stared at each other for awhile, ice into scarlet, until the blue-eyed woman spoke, in a smooth tongue.
"You must be new, my name is Dorothy Catalonia. Hmm...have I met you before? You seem familiar. What's your name?"
Scarlet eyes wanted so much to answer the other girl, but found something was stopping her from saying anything. Her mind was so full of recent images as well as a jumble of confusing memories that she could not even remember the name she was given.
"I—I don't remember..."
"Oh, dear, I am so sorry."
Dorothy studied the other girl once more, but found nothing more then a faint memory of blood and sand. She then put a smile back on her face. "Well, Merry Christmas anyway, and I hope you would join us for the Christmas Party tonight." With that, Dorothy went off downstairs to join the others.
Red eyes seemed frozen to the spot, pondering of why she didn't say anything. The girl slowly composed herself and continued her way through the hall. Soon she found herself standing before a door, she knocked and no one answered, so cautiously, her pale hand grasped the gold handle and pushed open the door. For some reason, she felt drawn into the room, because before she knew it, she was standing in the center of the dark room, with the only light being the blue glow of the computer screen against a far wall.
Scanning the darkness, scarlet eyes had concluded someone was occupying it, and was about to leave. Suddenly, a faint glimmer sparkled catching her attention. Curious as a little kitten, she crept over to a long black bag sitting innocently on top of the wooden trunk at the edge of the bed. A pale hand contrasted the dark bag as it reached in through the small opening. Like a warm yet dark memory, her fingers clasp around a cold metal. Withdrawing her hand, fingers still tightly grasped, she produced a long silver sword, glistening in the faded light, with a razor sharp blade looking as if it would strike even without a user. Feeling the heaviness and the mass of the sword, the girl winced slightly, as she strained her tired muscles in order to keep it steady. She raised her other arm and wrapped those fingers around the light blue handle, overtop of her other hand.
Feeling a sense of power flowing through her whole body as she held up the sword, her eyes started to glow with a familiar fire as her mind sort through the pieces of her memory. A wisp of silver surrounded her as she swished the blade back and forth, getting a feeling for it. Just then, as she turned, scarlet eyes came faced with a tall full-length mirror. Beyond the smooth surface, blood crimson eyes stared back at her. She thought it was her own reflection, but the girl in the mirror, though looked exactly like her, had her long blonde hair in a tight braid that swished from side to side down her back. The other girl couldn't seem to be able to tear herself away from the mirror girl, as if they belonged together. She felt trapped yet at the same time entranced by the glare of venomous crimson orbs. Suddenly, before the girl had time to think, the mirror girl moved quickly the sword tightly and raised it to neck level, with extreme ease I might add. Those red eyes felt like they burned right through the glass, through the other girl and burned a hole in the wall. Scarlet eyes were more afraid than ever, yet also curious. Who was this girl, and why did she feel a strange comfort when near her?
If only for a moment her eyes looked down from the blood orbs, only to lock up in shock to find she was in the exact positioning stance as the mirror girl. Fearfulness increasing rapidly now, she took a step backward, wanting to run away, but didn't make it. Her foot slipped in its stride and she lost her balance, falling to the floor.
Meanwhile, the other girl watched her other self trying to run. She wanted to stop her, telling her not to be afraid, but couldn't find her voice. Just then, she saw her other self start to fall, and her once murderous eyes filled with compassion and worry, as she ran toward the edge of the glass and lashed out right through it, and toward the body of the other.
Recovering from her fall, the girl opened her eyes slowly, only to find herself in a crouched position on the floor, as if she had anticipated where she would land. How did I do that? She wondered. Then another voice came from her mind as well, as an answer. //I helped you. //
Shocked by the answer, she asked again, 'Who are you?'
And the voice replied. //I am you. //
The girl now trembled in fear, 'I-I don't understand.'
Just then, as if she had no control over her body, she stood up and faced the mirror once again. Now, to find not those dark, deep scarlet eyes like before, but a glowing blood/crystalline eyes, with a body, very pale almost a sickly yet radiate white, with bluish/white wings unfolding behind her. This scared the girl, but at the same time she knew this other being was coming for her and her alone.
All of sudden, she felt her mind lose complete control over her body. Her red eyes glazed over in a mix of hate and sorrow, with the sword gripped tightly in her hand and her other in an even tighter fist. Then quicker the eye, the sword was thrust deep into the very heart of the image of the glowing eyed, white winged figure, however, unknowingly shattering the glass, which the figure stood beyond. Thousands of sharp pieces flew at the girl, cutting her skin. Blood poured from the wounds that were covering her body. The girl cringed in pain, and tears fell from her eyes, but she ignored it, in fact she wasn't even aware of it. Still not in control, her clenched fist swung around blindly and into a small vase sitting innocently by the window sill, making it too shatter into pieces, and the edges flying toward her, thus making more blood spill. However, she continued this, letting the flow of long suppressed emotions come freely out.
By the time, those emotions finally subsided, the girl stood, breathless, in the center of the room. Blood-covered glass edges lay scattered on the dark floor around her. Her long hair had gotten messed with and now strands surrounded her body, also it was soaked with stains of red blood contrasted with the blonde innocence. Her clothes as well were soaked red. Just then, there was a soft yet stern knock at the door, however, the girl could barely hear any such noise, and was far too weak to answer, as she fell to the floor with a soft thud, losing consciousness.
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Meanwhile downstairs with the boys, after they had helped the threesome family get settled in their room, and journeyed back to the living room. All of them were there now; Heero and Wufei were playing an aggressive game of pool. Trowa, with his emotionless mask in place, was, for lack of a better phrase, beating Duo's ass in a rigorous game of chess. Katrina and Quatre sat on the other side on the sofas, watching and playing with Nicole. Alex had to go back to Japan, due to receiving an emergency phone call.
Just as Duo was about to yell out in frustration at not being able to break Trowa's poker face, the sound of something crashing and shattering brought everyone jumping to their feet, wondering what that was. Suddenly, a breathless voice startled them, and they turned around to find Hilde, standing in the entrance way, out of breath, as if from running and probable shock. Duo ran to her, and holding her arms, he tried to calm her down.
'What's wrong, Hilde? What was that crash all about?"
Hilde regained her breath enough to talk, and quickly wrapped her long satin navy blue robe around her feminine form, which was covered by a light blue dress slip, and spoke quickly and frantically.
"That crash came from Heero's room! I think that someone is still in there, and they seem hurt; they aren't moving! Relena and Dorothy are in there right now!"
Heero snapped his head up and his Prussian eyes widened at the sound of his name from Hilde's mouth. Something was wrong with that girl from earlier, and now his thoughts about her were confirmed. Fearing the worst, Heero broke off from the group and dashed past Hilde and raced upstairs. "Hey, Heero, where are you going man?" cried Duo, still holding Hilde in his arms. Trowa watched Heero run, and suddenly his thoughts were confirmed as well, and he raced after Heero. Soon everyone ran down the hall toward Heero's room, and stopped in the doorway and gasp, looking in shock at what lay before them. There, while Dorothy cleaned up some of the broken glass on the floor, Relena sat with the same young girl lying with her head in Relena's lap, unconscious and unmoving. Heero and Trowa were the ones that came close first, kneeling down taking her from Relena and checking to see, they were silently praying, if the girl had a pulse. She did, but it was very faint. They nodded for Katrina and she motioned them to bring them to another room. Trowa lifted the light young, limp body in his grasp. He felt happy at being able to hold his love again, but was also scared for her fading life.
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TBC
Yes, I know. I am so evil leaving a cliffhanger right here, at least I think this is a cliffhanger. Anyway, I am stopping here, and I am sorry to say that the next chapter is the last chapter of Perfect No More. No more perfect warrior, ladies and gentlemen. But it is going to be a long one, so it might take me awhile to type it. I know; I am slow typist. I actually want to end it because I have three stories waiting to be written and my imagination is not waiting for my fingers to catch up, bad brain. So stay tuned, and I hope to see you next time, on Perfect No More, Chapter 8: Love goes on Forever.
Mirror Memories
During the entire ride from the airport, the family could not help but notice their guest was back to her silent state, in which nothing could snap her out of it. Not even Nicole could get a smile. They knew she was deep in thought and even the slightest outburst could startle her body and mind to near tears. Katrina had called her little brother earlier and told him of her guest. He assured her that his friends and he would try to help the girl in anyway they could.
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Christmas Eve was tomorrow, and of course the girls were away upstairs in their rooms getting ready, with the essentials things, clothes, hair, etc. That though was upstairs, downstairs, in the parlor, at the far end of the room, Duo was striking another victory pose, for he was finally beating Wufei in a game of pool. It just earned him a glare from Wufei, who was silently warning him to either shut up or he would shove that pool stick down Maxwell's throat, as he hit the white cue ball making it hit the triangle of multicolored balls, scattering each one all over the table.
As the two exchanged glares and insults, Trowa and Quatre sat across from each other on the velvet-covered sofa. Three cups of tea and one mug of black coffee occupied the glass table in between them. Trowa looked up from his usual stoic gaze, as he looked over his book towards Quatre, who had just set down his cup.
"Quatre, if you don't mind me asking, is it just going to be the group for this holiday, or are you expecting others to join?"
At that statement, Trowa noticed aqua eyes light up. "I almost forgot! I do know that one of my sisters is on her way with her family. I haven't seen her since, forever. She also said something about caring for a patient with amnesia. They were bringing the person to see if we could help with their memory, I mean we did help you." By now, all three were listening, sitting on the sofas.
"Quatre, how do you plan on helping anyways?" asked Duo.
Quatre pondered for a moment, "Well, I don't really know, maybe if the person was in war, we might have seen him. Who knows, he might even know what happen to L-" Before Quatre could finish his sentence, a hand came down over his mouth, and Duo whispered in his ear.
"Exne eahlay (1), especially in front of Trowa!"
Quatre immediately realized Duo's words and corrected himself, "At least to say that I hope we can help the person."
Trowa looked at the two young men, knowing full well who they meant, but he said nothing. They all sat there a few moments in silence, until their keen hearing made everyone look up. They had heard the sound of a car engine vroom up the driveway.
"That must be them!" exclaimed Quatre as he jumped from his seat and practically ran to the front door with the others following behind.
As they entered the entrance hall, the only other person was Heero, who was leaning against the bottom post of the stair railing, arms crossed and eyes closed. The others guessed the sound of the car must really have intrigued him, because nothing had been able to get him to move in days. They all turned as Quatre opened the wide doors, spilling sunlight and a warm breeze onto everyone's faces.
They watched through the wide open doors to see that a sleek black limousine was parked in the driveway right in front of the front steps. Suddenly, they saw the car door burst open in a flash. All they could hear was a small voice yell out, in almost a squeak.
"Uncle Quatre!"
Looking down the boys saw a little girl, no more than about nine or ten, was running towards the group, or should I say, Quatre, and when the hyper girl reached him, she jumped and threw her arms around his neck, making them both fall backward.
After a while, the boys were able to pull the little girl off of the young blonde male. She looked almost exactly like Quatre, except for light sky blue eyes and long brownish blonde curly hair. As they all stood up and helped Quatre stand on his feet, they saw two more figures standing before them, holding the little girl back by the hand. The older woman spoke first.
"I'm sorry Quatre, but Nicole is just very excited at seeing you for the first time."
Quatre just laughed at little Nicole's struggles to get away from her mother's grip. "It's all right Katrina, I'm glad to see both of you too. Let me introduce you, this Wu fei, Trowa, Duo, and over there is Heero." Quatre replied being the gracious host that he is, motioning to each young man as he spoke their names.
Katrina smiled, "It's good to finally meet the Gundam heroes, who saved Earth and the Colonies. As you know I am Katrina Winner, and this bundle of energy is my daughter Nicole, and this is her father, Alex."
Everyone greeted each other and all were about to enter back into the parlor room, when Alex whispered something in Katrina's ear.
"Oh, dear, I nearly forgot! Now where is she?"
At this, the boys abruptly stopped as well, as if they too wanted to know who this mystery person was. Just then, Nicole broke the silence with her gleeful squeak.
"Mommy, she's right over here!!"
All eyes turned toward Nicole's direction, she pointed toward the front doors, which started to open slightly. The boys' eyes all widened in shock, as they came faced with a young girl, no older then themselves. She had long silken blonde hair falling around her slim pale body. However, what the interests of Heero and Trowa, was when she turned to face them all revealing stunning pools bright blood red eyes.
"I'm sorry I kept you waiting." A timid, quiet voice spoke.
"LEAH!!"
The sudden shout from the boys startled the young girl. She took a step backward, but that wasn't from the shout of the name. As her deep red eyes surveyed the room at the five young men, her mind was trying to find memories of them, but all it gave her was a headache. Just then, she caught sight of a boy in the distance, not particularly in the group. He stood there stoically and only for a brief moment she could see deep prussian eyes, but he quickly closed them looking down holding his head, as if he too had a headache.
Her red eyes moved again but soon locked, frozen with deep emerald orbs that looked so deep in thought. They were so much like the ones from her dreams. Confused ruby orbs wanted to know more of this man. However, her foot took a small step forward, the pain in her head began to grow and became too much that it was too much for her mind to control. She stumbled to the ground clutching her head, crying out of pain.
~~ (Heero's POV) ~~
I stood there leaning my back against stair railing. Even though I could be upstairs continuing my search, something compelled me to come down, like something or someone was coming. As I watched Quatre do the introductions, my head started pound in pain, usually I never got headaches, not like this, unless I was near... strange.
When I looked back up, my blue eyes stared, nearly stunned, into the sight of bright yet confused and scared red eyes amongst long silken blonde hair. I would have stared longer but that pain pounded harder than ever, so much I had to look away and I hold my head in my hand. Was that girl, Leah? This headache proves to me that our link is strong, which means Leah is near, but where? I need to know more.
~~ (End POV) ~~
Katrina saw the girl double over, and ran to help her to her feet, while holding her pale arms tightly, in order for the girl to regain her balance. She spoke trying to comfort the girl's sobs.
"It's all right, Llana, why don't you go upstairs and find an unoccupied room to stay and rest in."
'Llana?!?!' all the boys' thoughts cried out in unison.
~~ (Trowa's POV) ~~
Llana? But I thought....is Leah really dead? No, I refuse to believe that! Those eyes looked so much like Leah's, that same glow of innocence and compassion with a mix of blood and mystery that I had fallen in love with. I kept my gaze on the girl, as she doubled over tears spilling from scared and confused eyes. I was so tempted to go over and help her, but Katrina got there first, almost as if she was protecting the girl from us. As I watched the girl slowly climb the steps, I noticed Heero was also holding his head just as the girl. Leah and Heero always did and said things simultaneously, even if they didn't know it. She must be Leah! I've got to know more.
~~ (End POV) ~~
Everyone watched the girl climb the many steps. Trowa was about to follow after her, when a hand came down upon his shoulder. It was Alex. He motioned towards Katrina, who was gathering all the boys into the parlor. They all sat down on the sofas and leather- covered chairs. Alex held Nicole on his lap, stopping her from also going after the other girl.
Katrina began to explain to the young men how exactly they found the girl, and why they named her "Llana". "...Nicole believed that what she was meaning to say, but she had amnesia and it didn't come right, I suppose." The boys listened and understood, and the more they heard the more their suspicions were confirmed, she was Leah.
Meanwhile, scarlet eyes roamed through the quiet halls. Her pale hand knocked on several doors, waiting for an answer. So lost in thought trying to remember why those prussian and emerald eyes were so familiar, she didn't see the young woman approached her, neither of them did until...oof!
"Oh, forgive me, I didn't see you there."
Scarlet eyes looked up to find her body lying back on the floor, they followed the voice to see a young woman standing over her, with long white/blonde hair flowing down to her knees, and icy blue eyes glowing with worry. A pale hand reached down and helped the other stand, trying to regain her balance. They stared at each other for awhile, ice into scarlet, until the blue-eyed woman spoke, in a smooth tongue.
"You must be new, my name is Dorothy Catalonia. Hmm...have I met you before? You seem familiar. What's your name?"
Scarlet eyes wanted so much to answer the other girl, but found something was stopping her from saying anything. Her mind was so full of recent images as well as a jumble of confusing memories that she could not even remember the name she was given.
"I—I don't remember..."
"Oh, dear, I am so sorry."
Dorothy studied the other girl once more, but found nothing more then a faint memory of blood and sand. She then put a smile back on her face. "Well, Merry Christmas anyway, and I hope you would join us for the Christmas Party tonight." With that, Dorothy went off downstairs to join the others.
Red eyes seemed frozen to the spot, pondering of why she didn't say anything. The girl slowly composed herself and continued her way through the hall. Soon she found herself standing before a door, she knocked and no one answered, so cautiously, her pale hand grasped the gold handle and pushed open the door. For some reason, she felt drawn into the room, because before she knew it, she was standing in the center of the dark room, with the only light being the blue glow of the computer screen against a far wall.
Scanning the darkness, scarlet eyes had concluded someone was occupying it, and was about to leave. Suddenly, a faint glimmer sparkled catching her attention. Curious as a little kitten, she crept over to a long black bag sitting innocently on top of the wooden trunk at the edge of the bed. A pale hand contrasted the dark bag as it reached in through the small opening. Like a warm yet dark memory, her fingers clasp around a cold metal. Withdrawing her hand, fingers still tightly grasped, she produced a long silver sword, glistening in the faded light, with a razor sharp blade looking as if it would strike even without a user. Feeling the heaviness and the mass of the sword, the girl winced slightly, as she strained her tired muscles in order to keep it steady. She raised her other arm and wrapped those fingers around the light blue handle, overtop of her other hand.
Feeling a sense of power flowing through her whole body as she held up the sword, her eyes started to glow with a familiar fire as her mind sort through the pieces of her memory. A wisp of silver surrounded her as she swished the blade back and forth, getting a feeling for it. Just then, as she turned, scarlet eyes came faced with a tall full-length mirror. Beyond the smooth surface, blood crimson eyes stared back at her. She thought it was her own reflection, but the girl in the mirror, though looked exactly like her, had her long blonde hair in a tight braid that swished from side to side down her back. The other girl couldn't seem to be able to tear herself away from the mirror girl, as if they belonged together. She felt trapped yet at the same time entranced by the glare of venomous crimson orbs. Suddenly, before the girl had time to think, the mirror girl moved quickly the sword tightly and raised it to neck level, with extreme ease I might add. Those red eyes felt like they burned right through the glass, through the other girl and burned a hole in the wall. Scarlet eyes were more afraid than ever, yet also curious. Who was this girl, and why did she feel a strange comfort when near her?
If only for a moment her eyes looked down from the blood orbs, only to lock up in shock to find she was in the exact positioning stance as the mirror girl. Fearfulness increasing rapidly now, she took a step backward, wanting to run away, but didn't make it. Her foot slipped in its stride and she lost her balance, falling to the floor.
Meanwhile, the other girl watched her other self trying to run. She wanted to stop her, telling her not to be afraid, but couldn't find her voice. Just then, she saw her other self start to fall, and her once murderous eyes filled with compassion and worry, as she ran toward the edge of the glass and lashed out right through it, and toward the body of the other.
Recovering from her fall, the girl opened her eyes slowly, only to find herself in a crouched position on the floor, as if she had anticipated where she would land. How did I do that? She wondered. Then another voice came from her mind as well, as an answer. //I helped you. //
Shocked by the answer, she asked again, 'Who are you?'
And the voice replied. //I am you. //
The girl now trembled in fear, 'I-I don't understand.'
Just then, as if she had no control over her body, she stood up and faced the mirror once again. Now, to find not those dark, deep scarlet eyes like before, but a glowing blood/crystalline eyes, with a body, very pale almost a sickly yet radiate white, with bluish/white wings unfolding behind her. This scared the girl, but at the same time she knew this other being was coming for her and her alone.
All of sudden, she felt her mind lose complete control over her body. Her red eyes glazed over in a mix of hate and sorrow, with the sword gripped tightly in her hand and her other in an even tighter fist. Then quicker the eye, the sword was thrust deep into the very heart of the image of the glowing eyed, white winged figure, however, unknowingly shattering the glass, which the figure stood beyond. Thousands of sharp pieces flew at the girl, cutting her skin. Blood poured from the wounds that were covering her body. The girl cringed in pain, and tears fell from her eyes, but she ignored it, in fact she wasn't even aware of it. Still not in control, her clenched fist swung around blindly and into a small vase sitting innocently by the window sill, making it too shatter into pieces, and the edges flying toward her, thus making more blood spill. However, she continued this, letting the flow of long suppressed emotions come freely out.
By the time, those emotions finally subsided, the girl stood, breathless, in the center of the room. Blood-covered glass edges lay scattered on the dark floor around her. Her long hair had gotten messed with and now strands surrounded her body, also it was soaked with stains of red blood contrasted with the blonde innocence. Her clothes as well were soaked red. Just then, there was a soft yet stern knock at the door, however, the girl could barely hear any such noise, and was far too weak to answer, as she fell to the floor with a soft thud, losing consciousness.
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Meanwhile downstairs with the boys, after they had helped the threesome family get settled in their room, and journeyed back to the living room. All of them were there now; Heero and Wufei were playing an aggressive game of pool. Trowa, with his emotionless mask in place, was, for lack of a better phrase, beating Duo's ass in a rigorous game of chess. Katrina and Quatre sat on the other side on the sofas, watching and playing with Nicole. Alex had to go back to Japan, due to receiving an emergency phone call.
Just as Duo was about to yell out in frustration at not being able to break Trowa's poker face, the sound of something crashing and shattering brought everyone jumping to their feet, wondering what that was. Suddenly, a breathless voice startled them, and they turned around to find Hilde, standing in the entrance way, out of breath, as if from running and probable shock. Duo ran to her, and holding her arms, he tried to calm her down.
'What's wrong, Hilde? What was that crash all about?"
Hilde regained her breath enough to talk, and quickly wrapped her long satin navy blue robe around her feminine form, which was covered by a light blue dress slip, and spoke quickly and frantically.
"That crash came from Heero's room! I think that someone is still in there, and they seem hurt; they aren't moving! Relena and Dorothy are in there right now!"
Heero snapped his head up and his Prussian eyes widened at the sound of his name from Hilde's mouth. Something was wrong with that girl from earlier, and now his thoughts about her were confirmed. Fearing the worst, Heero broke off from the group and dashed past Hilde and raced upstairs. "Hey, Heero, where are you going man?" cried Duo, still holding Hilde in his arms. Trowa watched Heero run, and suddenly his thoughts were confirmed as well, and he raced after Heero. Soon everyone ran down the hall toward Heero's room, and stopped in the doorway and gasp, looking in shock at what lay before them. There, while Dorothy cleaned up some of the broken glass on the floor, Relena sat with the same young girl lying with her head in Relena's lap, unconscious and unmoving. Heero and Trowa were the ones that came close first, kneeling down taking her from Relena and checking to see, they were silently praying, if the girl had a pulse. She did, but it was very faint. They nodded for Katrina and she motioned them to bring them to another room. Trowa lifted the light young, limp body in his grasp. He felt happy at being able to hold his love again, but was also scared for her fading life.
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TBC
Yes, I know. I am so evil leaving a cliffhanger right here, at least I think this is a cliffhanger. Anyway, I am stopping here, and I am sorry to say that the next chapter is the last chapter of Perfect No More. No more perfect warrior, ladies and gentlemen. But it is going to be a long one, so it might take me awhile to type it. I know; I am slow typist. I actually want to end it because I have three stories waiting to be written and my imagination is not waiting for my fingers to catch up, bad brain. So stay tuned, and I hope to see you next time, on Perfect No More, Chapter 8: Love goes on Forever.