Well...this is it! *sniff* the LAST Chapter of the Perfect Warrior series.
You all have been great in your reviews really! Thank you to all and to
all, great reading in the future!
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Perfect No More
Chapter 8: Love Finds its Ways
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Many days passed, and the girl, with the red scarlet eyes, still slept in the room since that day she got hurt. The room was connected between Sally Po's room and Katrina room, in order for the young medical aid the doctor could be near their patient at all times. Everyone was worried about the girl ever they found her, unconscious, and lying in her own pool of blood. Indeed, she had lost a lot of blood considering all the deep cuts, over her arms, legs, face, as well as the rest of her body; all of which Katrina and Sally were able to heal. Now all everyone could do was wait and hope the girl would wake up. They also hoped that due to the turn of events would trigger her memory and erase the amnesia. Then she would be able to remember again, maybe.
Christmas had passed, and it was New Year's Eve and the sleeping girl remained motionless, except for light yet stable breathing. Everything went by as usual, no one realized something would change that day.
Earlier that morning, like he did every day since the incident, Trowa came, silent as usual, into the girl's room, and sat by her bed, where she lay asleep, unaware of his presence. Every night and day he sat refusing to ever her side, for he wanted his face to be the first thing she sees when she opens her eyes, believing it might trigger something in her memory again, for he was convinced that she was Leah.
Unknown to Trowa, who sat with his grasp in the girl's pale still one, the door to the room began to creak open ever so slightly, and Quatre appeared in its place. Trowa never noticed or was even aware of his presence until Quatre was standing right behind the sitting green-eyed young man, and tentatively placed a comforting hand on Trowa's broad shoulder. Emerald eyes widened in slight shock, not expecting the sudden intrusion. However, his gaze softened as he turned to look into equally comforting aqua orbs.
"Trowa, come on downstairs, and have some lunch. You can't stay up here forever." Quatre started calmly, breaking the silence between them.
"I'll stay for as long as she sleeps." Trowa replied turning his emerald gaze to the sleeping pale face."
"Trowa, we all believe she'll wake up some time, but what's worrying us now is you. You're not eating, and you're starting to act like Heero." Quatre came back, with a little more force in his usually calm voice. "Besides, do you think Leah would like it if you hurt yourself all because of her. She's been through too much; don't add more casualties to her heart."
Trowa just looked back up into concerned aqua eyes, and gave a small smile. "You're right. Thank you, Quatre."
The young blonde man smiled back and released Trowa's shoulder and started toward the door again to leave. As he reached the door, Quatre turned again and motioned with his hand for Trowa to follow. Trowa nodded once and stood, but couldn't move for his hand still Leah's cold, motionless one. Reluctantly, he released his from hers, but not before making the silent promise he would come back. He moved toward the exit, not for even a moment taking his emerald gaze away from the peaceful sleeping form, until the last possible moment.
Just then, the pure crystal glass window, which was open slightly and shown in a faded light behind the red curtains, let in a gentle breeze making the door close between the two souls.
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"Hey, look who finally decided to join the party!" Duo shouted, as he lay stretched out across a velvet sofa in the lavish living room.
Everyone looked up to see Quatre standing in the entrance with Trowa, who was leaning against the inside arch, arms crossed and eyes closed. Quatre made his way over to the other sofa across from Duo, and next to Katrina, who had a tired Nicole curled in a ball at one end, sleeping soundly. Noticing he wasn't followed this time, everyone in the room looked up with the blonde boy just left, only to see the light brown-haired young man silently begin to turn the other way and head for the stairs. The others looked at each other curiously, wondering what was wrong. Heero just kept his prussian eyes closed and leaned against a nearby wall, in deep thought, for he knew exactly what Trowa was thinking of. It wasn't that hard.
Seeing Trowa leave, everyone, all except Nicole, who was asleep, went to follow the young man. As they entered the hall, and saw Trowa disappeared around an upstairs corner, hands in his pocket, the others started after him, but were stopped in their tracks by a firm voice.
"No, let him be."
All turned again this time to see Heero standing stoically exactly where Trowa stood. Relena was the first to step forward, speaking out everyone's unison thought.
"What is the matter, Heero? Don't you care about your friend?"
Heero just ignored her, and continued his glare at the others.
"Just leave him alone. He needs to work through his emotions, and he's got many. Give them both time."
Heero spoke, plainly but firm, and solemnly walked back into the previous room and sat down in an empty cushioned chair. The others took one last glance at where their emerald-eyed friend once was, and followed Heero's steps back to the other room, also a little curious what Heero meant, surely he was just talking about Trowa, but who?
Meanwhile, back in the room where the breeze blew gently, chilling the air. The cold wind blew over the sleeping form, entangling the strands of blonde hair with the others. Feeling the coldness come upon her, a slender hand shook slightly, trying to find the warmth that was lost. Deep red eyes slowly fluttered open, and the young girl began to sit up, still tangled amongst the white cotton sheets. Turning, so her equally slender legs fell over the side of the bed, her eyes looked around at her surroundings, the large empty sun-lit room. Standing up, trying to find her balance, her feet unknowingly brought her to the closed door. Her pale fingers grasped the golden handle as tightly as they could, and opened the seemingly heavy door, thus making her step out into the long deserted hallway. The door, which she had opened, swiftly closed behind her and the cold wind died down.
Ruby eyes remained in a daze as the girl stumbled through the passageway, as if waking up from a long dream. Suddenly something caught in her ears that made ruby orbs brighten slightly. That soft sound seemed so soothing and familiar to her confused mind, like a memory from a dream.
The girl followed the song until it led her to slightly open double oak doors. The song was louder inside! Her blonde head peaked in between the crack of the heavy doors. Scanning the room, she could tell it was a music room with all the instruments laying scattered on the ground and some sitting in cabinets on the walls. Just then her dark orbs caught sight of wide open French doors leading to an even wider balcony, overlooking the entire desert, and in between the doors standing on the balcony was a tall, slim young man with his back turned, facing the bright golden rays of the desert sun. He held a long silver flute in his slender fingers, up to his lips, blowing that soft, yet almost sad tune.
Silently the girl stepped into the room, not wanting the man to notice her and stop playing. He was very good, in both looks and song. She kept her ruby eyes on the stranger, afraid if she strayed and this was nothing but a dream; she would awake to a nightmare.
Just then, she stopped halfway between them, standing in the center of the room, when she felt the man finally sense her presence. She stood frozen, unable to run or even move.
The young man stopped playing abruptly at the sudden presence behind him, he didn't want to be bothered now. Trowa began to turn letting his flute fall to his side. Light brown hair fell over his pools of green emeralds, which were overflowing with watery blue tears. Trowa was about to tell the person off, but his body froze and words were lost to him as his eyes focused on the young woman standing in front of him, staring curiously, with vibrant ruby eyes. Just then, the girl spoke in a quiet, yet confident and familiar voice to Trowa's ears.
"T-Trowa, why are you crying?"
Trowa was stunned when he heard his own name from her lips, and yet his heart leaped a mile high.
"Leah? You remembered my name."
At hearing his voice, the girl narrowed her crimson eyes, as if thinking and trying to remember where she heard that name before. Just then, her eyes widened as memories came flooding back.
"Yes, my name is Leah. I am Heero Yuy's twin sister. I am Leah."
The girl, now named Leah, once again, was so happy she was now found, from being lost in her own mind. She smiled like she never did before and ran toward to Trowa, who had let his flute slide from his loose grasp and spread his arms out to Leah in, wrapping his arms around the his love, now returned to him. He hugged her tighter promising this he would never leave her and never let anything happen to her. Pulling back, reluctantly, Trowa smiled at his lost love, and she smiled back, both staring into each other's eyes, ruby mixing with emerald. Suddenly, both eyes and they leaned in to capture one another in a long forgotten kiss, now renewed. They kissed long and passionately under the bright sun overlooking the wind blown desert. Golden rays lit up the grains of sand, so it sparkled like a golden crystal. It was truly one of Earth's beautiful sights.
Breathless, and reluctant, they each pulled back from the kiss, in order to breathe. Leah, finally, content in Trowa's arms and Trowa happy to have Leah back in his. As they stood Trowa leaned down and whispered tentatively in Leah's ear.
"Do you want to tell the others now, and see your brother?"
Leah looked up from her resting place on his strong chest, into his shining emeralds. She nodded. So hand in hand, the two lovers left their reunion spot, to announce to the rest of the group the good news. Back in the room everything was peaceful, laying where it was put, and there in one spot lay a silver flute delicately entangled among the fragile strings of a gold harp, both lying in peace, neither one wanting to let go of the other.
THE END!!!!!
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I can't believe it! I finally finished the Perfect Warrior series, now I can work on my Beyblade story, Humans and Beasts, so far I have great reviews, and I am only on the second chapter. Gee, I must be doing something right!
Well, see you all later, and be sure to read my other future stories, I have a Gundam wing one (based on the movies 'Spirit' and another 'The Polar Bear King' both have Trowa/Leah) but I have to work on beyblade story now, so it will have to wait. Hopefully my imagination understands.
Ja ne
White Spirit Angel
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Perfect No More
Chapter 8: Love Finds its Ways
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Many days passed, and the girl, with the red scarlet eyes, still slept in the room since that day she got hurt. The room was connected between Sally Po's room and Katrina room, in order for the young medical aid the doctor could be near their patient at all times. Everyone was worried about the girl ever they found her, unconscious, and lying in her own pool of blood. Indeed, she had lost a lot of blood considering all the deep cuts, over her arms, legs, face, as well as the rest of her body; all of which Katrina and Sally were able to heal. Now all everyone could do was wait and hope the girl would wake up. They also hoped that due to the turn of events would trigger her memory and erase the amnesia. Then she would be able to remember again, maybe.
Christmas had passed, and it was New Year's Eve and the sleeping girl remained motionless, except for light yet stable breathing. Everything went by as usual, no one realized something would change that day.
Earlier that morning, like he did every day since the incident, Trowa came, silent as usual, into the girl's room, and sat by her bed, where she lay asleep, unaware of his presence. Every night and day he sat refusing to ever her side, for he wanted his face to be the first thing she sees when she opens her eyes, believing it might trigger something in her memory again, for he was convinced that she was Leah.
Unknown to Trowa, who sat with his grasp in the girl's pale still one, the door to the room began to creak open ever so slightly, and Quatre appeared in its place. Trowa never noticed or was even aware of his presence until Quatre was standing right behind the sitting green-eyed young man, and tentatively placed a comforting hand on Trowa's broad shoulder. Emerald eyes widened in slight shock, not expecting the sudden intrusion. However, his gaze softened as he turned to look into equally comforting aqua orbs.
"Trowa, come on downstairs, and have some lunch. You can't stay up here forever." Quatre started calmly, breaking the silence between them.
"I'll stay for as long as she sleeps." Trowa replied turning his emerald gaze to the sleeping pale face."
"Trowa, we all believe she'll wake up some time, but what's worrying us now is you. You're not eating, and you're starting to act like Heero." Quatre came back, with a little more force in his usually calm voice. "Besides, do you think Leah would like it if you hurt yourself all because of her. She's been through too much; don't add more casualties to her heart."
Trowa just looked back up into concerned aqua eyes, and gave a small smile. "You're right. Thank you, Quatre."
The young blonde man smiled back and released Trowa's shoulder and started toward the door again to leave. As he reached the door, Quatre turned again and motioned with his hand for Trowa to follow. Trowa nodded once and stood, but couldn't move for his hand still Leah's cold, motionless one. Reluctantly, he released his from hers, but not before making the silent promise he would come back. He moved toward the exit, not for even a moment taking his emerald gaze away from the peaceful sleeping form, until the last possible moment.
Just then, the pure crystal glass window, which was open slightly and shown in a faded light behind the red curtains, let in a gentle breeze making the door close between the two souls.
~ * ~ * ~
"Hey, look who finally decided to join the party!" Duo shouted, as he lay stretched out across a velvet sofa in the lavish living room.
Everyone looked up to see Quatre standing in the entrance with Trowa, who was leaning against the inside arch, arms crossed and eyes closed. Quatre made his way over to the other sofa across from Duo, and next to Katrina, who had a tired Nicole curled in a ball at one end, sleeping soundly. Noticing he wasn't followed this time, everyone in the room looked up with the blonde boy just left, only to see the light brown-haired young man silently begin to turn the other way and head for the stairs. The others looked at each other curiously, wondering what was wrong. Heero just kept his prussian eyes closed and leaned against a nearby wall, in deep thought, for he knew exactly what Trowa was thinking of. It wasn't that hard.
Seeing Trowa leave, everyone, all except Nicole, who was asleep, went to follow the young man. As they entered the hall, and saw Trowa disappeared around an upstairs corner, hands in his pocket, the others started after him, but were stopped in their tracks by a firm voice.
"No, let him be."
All turned again this time to see Heero standing stoically exactly where Trowa stood. Relena was the first to step forward, speaking out everyone's unison thought.
"What is the matter, Heero? Don't you care about your friend?"
Heero just ignored her, and continued his glare at the others.
"Just leave him alone. He needs to work through his emotions, and he's got many. Give them both time."
Heero spoke, plainly but firm, and solemnly walked back into the previous room and sat down in an empty cushioned chair. The others took one last glance at where their emerald-eyed friend once was, and followed Heero's steps back to the other room, also a little curious what Heero meant, surely he was just talking about Trowa, but who?
Meanwhile, back in the room where the breeze blew gently, chilling the air. The cold wind blew over the sleeping form, entangling the strands of blonde hair with the others. Feeling the coldness come upon her, a slender hand shook slightly, trying to find the warmth that was lost. Deep red eyes slowly fluttered open, and the young girl began to sit up, still tangled amongst the white cotton sheets. Turning, so her equally slender legs fell over the side of the bed, her eyes looked around at her surroundings, the large empty sun-lit room. Standing up, trying to find her balance, her feet unknowingly brought her to the closed door. Her pale fingers grasped the golden handle as tightly as they could, and opened the seemingly heavy door, thus making her step out into the long deserted hallway. The door, which she had opened, swiftly closed behind her and the cold wind died down.
Ruby eyes remained in a daze as the girl stumbled through the passageway, as if waking up from a long dream. Suddenly something caught in her ears that made ruby orbs brighten slightly. That soft sound seemed so soothing and familiar to her confused mind, like a memory from a dream.
The girl followed the song until it led her to slightly open double oak doors. The song was louder inside! Her blonde head peaked in between the crack of the heavy doors. Scanning the room, she could tell it was a music room with all the instruments laying scattered on the ground and some sitting in cabinets on the walls. Just then her dark orbs caught sight of wide open French doors leading to an even wider balcony, overlooking the entire desert, and in between the doors standing on the balcony was a tall, slim young man with his back turned, facing the bright golden rays of the desert sun. He held a long silver flute in his slender fingers, up to his lips, blowing that soft, yet almost sad tune.
Silently the girl stepped into the room, not wanting the man to notice her and stop playing. He was very good, in both looks and song. She kept her ruby eyes on the stranger, afraid if she strayed and this was nothing but a dream; she would awake to a nightmare.
Just then, she stopped halfway between them, standing in the center of the room, when she felt the man finally sense her presence. She stood frozen, unable to run or even move.
The young man stopped playing abruptly at the sudden presence behind him, he didn't want to be bothered now. Trowa began to turn letting his flute fall to his side. Light brown hair fell over his pools of green emeralds, which were overflowing with watery blue tears. Trowa was about to tell the person off, but his body froze and words were lost to him as his eyes focused on the young woman standing in front of him, staring curiously, with vibrant ruby eyes. Just then, the girl spoke in a quiet, yet confident and familiar voice to Trowa's ears.
"T-Trowa, why are you crying?"
Trowa was stunned when he heard his own name from her lips, and yet his heart leaped a mile high.
"Leah? You remembered my name."
At hearing his voice, the girl narrowed her crimson eyes, as if thinking and trying to remember where she heard that name before. Just then, her eyes widened as memories came flooding back.
"Yes, my name is Leah. I am Heero Yuy's twin sister. I am Leah."
The girl, now named Leah, once again, was so happy she was now found, from being lost in her own mind. She smiled like she never did before and ran toward to Trowa, who had let his flute slide from his loose grasp and spread his arms out to Leah in, wrapping his arms around the his love, now returned to him. He hugged her tighter promising this he would never leave her and never let anything happen to her. Pulling back, reluctantly, Trowa smiled at his lost love, and she smiled back, both staring into each other's eyes, ruby mixing with emerald. Suddenly, both eyes and they leaned in to capture one another in a long forgotten kiss, now renewed. They kissed long and passionately under the bright sun overlooking the wind blown desert. Golden rays lit up the grains of sand, so it sparkled like a golden crystal. It was truly one of Earth's beautiful sights.
Breathless, and reluctant, they each pulled back from the kiss, in order to breathe. Leah, finally, content in Trowa's arms and Trowa happy to have Leah back in his. As they stood Trowa leaned down and whispered tentatively in Leah's ear.
"Do you want to tell the others now, and see your brother?"
Leah looked up from her resting place on his strong chest, into his shining emeralds. She nodded. So hand in hand, the two lovers left their reunion spot, to announce to the rest of the group the good news. Back in the room everything was peaceful, laying where it was put, and there in one spot lay a silver flute delicately entangled among the fragile strings of a gold harp, both lying in peace, neither one wanting to let go of the other.
THE END!!!!!
~~~~~~~~
I can't believe it! I finally finished the Perfect Warrior series, now I can work on my Beyblade story, Humans and Beasts, so far I have great reviews, and I am only on the second chapter. Gee, I must be doing something right!
Well, see you all later, and be sure to read my other future stories, I have a Gundam wing one (based on the movies 'Spirit' and another 'The Polar Bear King' both have Trowa/Leah) but I have to work on beyblade story now, so it will have to wait. Hopefully my imagination understands.
Ja ne
White Spirit Angel