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Wing - Yeah, I love the character Heero. You can do so much with him! Glad you liked it. ^_^ Anrui Shino – Thank you. I try very hard to keep it interesting. ChaosJenny – Yeah Duo and Relena were together in the past. Guess what will happen when they meet? ^_~ Mama-sama – Thanks Mama! I always love hearing from you. janstar14 - I try to keep the mystery in it because so many other stories I've read seem to drop it within the first two chapters. Glad you like it. Mithros – Never seen Castle in the Sky. Maybe I should rent it. Hmm. Well thanks for the review! Michelles-Double – Hey there yourself! Lol Thanks for the review and hope you enjoy the other chapters. DuoSheilds – Thanks for review and editing my work for me. ^_^ I know my grammar can be painful at times.
Heaven's Kingdom Chapter Five
Dorothy strolls down the marble lined palace hall; large windows stand in line on her left, sunlight blinding her as she passed. Pausing, Dorothy steps back and reenters the safety of the shadows that lay between the windows. She stands back against the wall; she allowed her body to go flush against the shadow covered wall. Her senses tingled, loving the cool feel of the marble. Moving her hands over the marble to find a cool spot that hadn't absorbed her body heat, Dorothy takes notice of the picture that hangs above her. It is Treize on a white horse, dressed like some colonial war God. Dark ominous clouds open up and bath Treize in a white light as if the very heavens themselves were at his command. Dorothy snorts in disgust as she hurries to her room down the hall; rushing to get away from the awful picture and the horrible light.
"There are no leaders of war Dorothy. War is something you can not control, it moves with the people. A true leader understands this and knows the people are the hart of everything they do."
Damn you Treize! You know nothing of the true glory of war!! Dorothy thinks to herself, not wishing to be overheard with such heresy.
"People are stupid cattle; if you want something done you need to do it yourself! Not follow the heart of the people! A true leader acts in the shadows and sets in motion the events which lead the people into believing they have control over their dreadful lives." Dorothy pushed open her door angrily and enters her room. She was about to throw herself into bed and think more on the subject when she was caught off guard by an unexpected visitor.
Surprise grips Dorothy's face at the sight of Relena seated calmly upon her bed; Dorothy quickly recovers her composure before moving onward; it wouldn't look good if she let Relena know that her sudden appearance had caught her off guard. "Relena?"
At hearing her name, Relena rose from Dorothy's bed and politely bowed. She looked back up at Dorothy and her eyes sparkled brightly, Relena wanted something. Relena was always polite, no matter what she was trying to do; it was a trait of hers that easily annoyed Dorothy.
"Hello Dorothy, I'm sorry to intrude on you like this . . ."
"To what do I owe this pleasure . . . ?"
"I need you to get me into Pearl."
"LINE UP!!" Shouts the authoritative voice of the sergeant. Men and women in uniforms quickly line themselves up for inspection; standing polished and ready to die at command. Well, most anyway.
"Milliardo?" Says the sergeant in disbelief. Milliardo does not move. The sergeant circles him with a sick smile, eyes laughing making Milliardo want to punch his lights out. "I don't want to know what you did that made His Excellency so mad at you that he'd demote you to down here with us maggots!" The sergeant steps away from the line and gives it a once over before shouting orders to go to the mess hall.
Everyone, now that it's safe, look to Milliardo as they jog to the Mess hall. As Milliardo turns to join the others on their journey to Mess Hall, a light voice speaks to him.
"Unlike the sergeant, I'd like to know what you did." Milliardo glares to the body of the offensive voice.
But what he sees isn't so offensive at all. In fact she was a nice sight to see. Short blue hair covered half of her face, and a shame too with that beautiful smile. He could see her muscles rippling under her clothes as she jogged beside him. Milliardo quickly turns away and breaks into a faster jog. Soon the woman is next to him again, her eyes re-asking the question. He breaks into a fast run knowing she couldn't keep up with his long legs and she was sure to lag behind; after all she is a woman. Feeling a little better, and a little manlier, now that he had beaten the annoying woman and was the first to reach the Mess hall.
As he got in line, Milliardo took in the familiar smell of the food being served. It had been a long time since he last graced these halls. Milliardo almost smiled if it weren't for the reason behind his being here. Milliardo attained the food and stalked over to an empty table. He sat low and blocked out the sounds of the other soldiers, hoping to present his desire to be left alone. But the slight shift of the table shows that someone could not read into his dark presence. Milliardo decides to ignore the new body but something makes him look to them. And what he sees is the woman from before. Surely she would have at least been last in line but no! Here she is!
"Names Noin." She states as she breaks her roll. "I'd like to think that I earned to know your story after that little race of yours . . ."
Trowa stands outside the Devil's Den and readjusts his pilot's hat before entering the hellish environment. The smell of urine, beer, and smoke invade his nose as he walks in. Men stop whatever they where doing to look at Trowa but return to their business once they see he is a pilot of a Pegasus.
Pegasus; A white zeppelin that travels between Heaven and the ground below. A transport for supplies on both ends and a means of transportation for troops. There are nearly a hundred Pegasus and three pilots for each that work in shifts. A quality that annoys Trowa for it limits his time here.
Something else about Pilots, they are just as bad as the Angels. No one messes with them for fear of having to deal not only with the Angels, but the other Pilots as well. Trowa can walk with ease here, as if he couldn't anywhere else. He sits down in a familiar table and waits for a familiar blonde to arrive with his drink. But today that blonde sits down with him, a sly smile present on her beautiful face.
"How's the search going lover?"
"I tracked him to this area but I have to leave in two hours. I'm just going to have to wait until I come back before continuing the search." Who would have thought that a loud mouth like Maxwell would be so hard to find?
Midii laughs as she places a delicate hand on his callused one.
"I got a present for you." She says in a low voice, eyes shining.
"Yes?"
"Duo Maxwell is right through those doors and down the hall meeting with Alex Cross right now." Midii leans back with a smug look on her face. "He came in here with some girl. But you know what was odd?" Trowa gives no sign of emotion as always. "He thought he was Roger."
"You have been a very bad, bad boy Roger." A light laughter escapes from her pink lips as she wraps her arms around his neck. "We've been waiting for you."
"Really babe? Well, sorry to keep you waiting."
"Where the hell have you been? We've been so worried about you." Midii whispers into his ear. "I'm guessing you want to talk to Mr. Cross. Right Roger?" She says aloud as she steps away from him. A look of confusion crosses his face as he looks at her. Something is wrong. He looks like hell warmed over. A large bruise on his left cheek, bottom lip healing from being split and from what she could see, his body is littered with cuts and bruises. "Duo?" She whispers. He raises a brow and looks at her like she must have three heads. The girl with him seems to be regarding her closely now that she said the name.
"Uh, yeah. We're together." He says as he points to the short haired vixen. "Her name is Raven." When he says this the girl seems to swell with pride and her eyes flash with blue thunder. A warning that says 'bring it'. Midii nods and leads the two to where Mr. Cross is. Nothing more is said but much is pondered.
"He looked at me like I was crazy when I said his name. I think someone got to him and he doesn't remember anything."
"Hmm." And with that Trowa rose from his seat. A skilled hand reaches for his gun as he heads for the back. Midii follows a short time after and walks behind the bar. They nod to each other one last time before Trowa disappears under the cover of the darken hallway. Midii also disappears for a short time under the bar. And when she reemerges she holds a shotgun.
"All right boys!" She shouts as she shoots into the air to gain their attention. "Party's over! You don't have to go home but you can't stay here!" To make her point she fires again and the men flee the building. Midii looks to where Trowa disappeared to and hopes he doesn't kill Duo.
"So where's the money Roger?"
Trowa comes to a halt upon hearing the voice. He pushes his whole body against the wall and stealthy moves along. He reaches a cell opposite of him and he sees Duo inside being held by two men, a third stands in front of him throwing another punch.
"Where's the money!? Answer me!!" The two holding him laugh as he is hit again in the stomach. Why is Duo letting this happen to him? The Duo he knew would have killed them in seconds flat for just giving him a bad look. This isn't the God of Death! Maybe Midii is right. Maybe his encounter with Yuy made him forget who he is? A shrilled laugh draws Trowa's attention to the man standing in the corner closest to him. This man is Alex Cross. Trowa can tell by the oiled back hair and the wire rim glasses.
"Maybe we should ask the little girl here?" Ah yes. The girl. Maybe that's why the God of Death is at bay? Duo was always a sucker for the fairer sex.
"Asshole! Let her go! She knows nothing! I don't even know what hell you're talking about!" The ox looks to Alex for the next command. A bone chilling silence fills the tiny cell. Trowa waits. His eyes lock on to his prey and slowly . . . he readies himself.
"You're funny Roger." Alex throws his head back as a laugh erupts deep from his throat.
"Very funny indeed." He lets the girl fall to the ground, a cry escapes from her as she lands on her leg. Trowa takes a moment to look at the girl. She looks beat up but the anger that burns in her eyes shows she is not as hurt as she lets on. Smart girl.
"Why won't you let her go? I don't know what you're talking about!" Duo shouts.
"Because you do know something, you just forgot." Duo looks defiantly at Alex and for the first time Duo's and Trowa's eyes lock.
He moves. And in a flash the forehead of Alex explodes as a bullet rips through his skull. The ox falls just as quickly as his boss and soon the other two join the rest of the bodies on the floor. Duo, no longer being supported by the two men, falls to his knees. Swiftly Trowa enters the cells. He walks up to Duo and draws his gun. He looks into his eyes and no longer sees his friend. He sees only a loose end that is about to be tied up.
Ready . . .
Aim . . .
"Good bye old friend."
Fire . . .
"Ah!" The forgotten girl sinks her teeth into Trowa's arm, ripping at the coat and flesh. With lighting speed she swings a leg to slam into the back for Trowa's knee, sending him to the ground.
"Fuck head!" She yells as she kicks her foot at his stomach. Trowa sees the attack coming and grabs her foot in time to stop the attack. He pulls on her foot, sending her to the ground. Trowa gets to his knees and grabs his fallen gun. He aims it to the girl that hasn't recovered yet. Trowa shoots but Maxwell throws his whole body at Trowa, making him miss. Trowa's balance was knocked out by Duo's tackle and he fell back hitting his head on the steel bars of the cell, rendering him unconscious. Maxwell lies on top of him for a moment to let his body rest. Rolling over he looks to Hilde.
"Hey babe, you ok?" She nods her head. A stray hand reaches for her newly cut hair. That bastard hacked her beautiful hair. Hilde tries to hide her tears. Maxwell gets up and grabs the gun of the shooter. He looks to his face and seems to remember seeing him before . . . If only there was better light . . .
"Maxwell hurry, we need to go!" Whispers Hilde as she pulls on his arm. The body stirs and Maxwell quickly agrees to leave. Hilde limps ahead of him, pain masked by strength. Maxwell picks her up and throws her over his shoulder. Hilde lets out a cry of surprise.
"Don't fight with me babe ok? We can move faster if you're off that leg." Maxwell runs down the hall coming closer to the exit to the bar.
"Fine but when we get out . . ."
"Freeze!" The blonde that greeted them before jumps out into the doorway and aims her shotgun. With god-like speed, Maxwell throws Hilde and himself to the floor, giving him a clean shot at the blonde. He fires at the woman falls down; a small pool of blood collects around her head. Hilde looks to Maxwell in terror. Where did that skill come from? There was no time to worry about that now, they had to escape. Grabbing Hilde, Maxwell made his exit. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wonders, how much deeper trouble has he just gotten himself into? Only time will tell . . .
Wing - Yeah, I love the character Heero. You can do so much with him! Glad you liked it. ^_^ Anrui Shino – Thank you. I try very hard to keep it interesting. ChaosJenny – Yeah Duo and Relena were together in the past. Guess what will happen when they meet? ^_~ Mama-sama – Thanks Mama! I always love hearing from you. janstar14 - I try to keep the mystery in it because so many other stories I've read seem to drop it within the first two chapters. Glad you like it. Mithros – Never seen Castle in the Sky. Maybe I should rent it. Hmm. Well thanks for the review! Michelles-Double – Hey there yourself! Lol Thanks for the review and hope you enjoy the other chapters. DuoSheilds – Thanks for review and editing my work for me. ^_^ I know my grammar can be painful at times.
Heaven's Kingdom Chapter Five
Dorothy strolls down the marble lined palace hall; large windows stand in line on her left, sunlight blinding her as she passed. Pausing, Dorothy steps back and reenters the safety of the shadows that lay between the windows. She stands back against the wall; she allowed her body to go flush against the shadow covered wall. Her senses tingled, loving the cool feel of the marble. Moving her hands over the marble to find a cool spot that hadn't absorbed her body heat, Dorothy takes notice of the picture that hangs above her. It is Treize on a white horse, dressed like some colonial war God. Dark ominous clouds open up and bath Treize in a white light as if the very heavens themselves were at his command. Dorothy snorts in disgust as she hurries to her room down the hall; rushing to get away from the awful picture and the horrible light.
"There are no leaders of war Dorothy. War is something you can not control, it moves with the people. A true leader understands this and knows the people are the hart of everything they do."
Damn you Treize! You know nothing of the true glory of war!! Dorothy thinks to herself, not wishing to be overheard with such heresy.
"People are stupid cattle; if you want something done you need to do it yourself! Not follow the heart of the people! A true leader acts in the shadows and sets in motion the events which lead the people into believing they have control over their dreadful lives." Dorothy pushed open her door angrily and enters her room. She was about to throw herself into bed and think more on the subject when she was caught off guard by an unexpected visitor.
Surprise grips Dorothy's face at the sight of Relena seated calmly upon her bed; Dorothy quickly recovers her composure before moving onward; it wouldn't look good if she let Relena know that her sudden appearance had caught her off guard. "Relena?"
At hearing her name, Relena rose from Dorothy's bed and politely bowed. She looked back up at Dorothy and her eyes sparkled brightly, Relena wanted something. Relena was always polite, no matter what she was trying to do; it was a trait of hers that easily annoyed Dorothy.
"Hello Dorothy, I'm sorry to intrude on you like this . . ."
"To what do I owe this pleasure . . . ?"
"I need you to get me into Pearl."
"LINE UP!!" Shouts the authoritative voice of the sergeant. Men and women in uniforms quickly line themselves up for inspection; standing polished and ready to die at command. Well, most anyway.
"Milliardo?" Says the sergeant in disbelief. Milliardo does not move. The sergeant circles him with a sick smile, eyes laughing making Milliardo want to punch his lights out. "I don't want to know what you did that made His Excellency so mad at you that he'd demote you to down here with us maggots!" The sergeant steps away from the line and gives it a once over before shouting orders to go to the mess hall.
Everyone, now that it's safe, look to Milliardo as they jog to the Mess hall. As Milliardo turns to join the others on their journey to Mess Hall, a light voice speaks to him.
"Unlike the sergeant, I'd like to know what you did." Milliardo glares to the body of the offensive voice.
But what he sees isn't so offensive at all. In fact she was a nice sight to see. Short blue hair covered half of her face, and a shame too with that beautiful smile. He could see her muscles rippling under her clothes as she jogged beside him. Milliardo quickly turns away and breaks into a faster jog. Soon the woman is next to him again, her eyes re-asking the question. He breaks into a fast run knowing she couldn't keep up with his long legs and she was sure to lag behind; after all she is a woman. Feeling a little better, and a little manlier, now that he had beaten the annoying woman and was the first to reach the Mess hall.
As he got in line, Milliardo took in the familiar smell of the food being served. It had been a long time since he last graced these halls. Milliardo almost smiled if it weren't for the reason behind his being here. Milliardo attained the food and stalked over to an empty table. He sat low and blocked out the sounds of the other soldiers, hoping to present his desire to be left alone. But the slight shift of the table shows that someone could not read into his dark presence. Milliardo decides to ignore the new body but something makes him look to them. And what he sees is the woman from before. Surely she would have at least been last in line but no! Here she is!
"Names Noin." She states as she breaks her roll. "I'd like to think that I earned to know your story after that little race of yours . . ."
Trowa stands outside the Devil's Den and readjusts his pilot's hat before entering the hellish environment. The smell of urine, beer, and smoke invade his nose as he walks in. Men stop whatever they where doing to look at Trowa but return to their business once they see he is a pilot of a Pegasus.
Pegasus; A white zeppelin that travels between Heaven and the ground below. A transport for supplies on both ends and a means of transportation for troops. There are nearly a hundred Pegasus and three pilots for each that work in shifts. A quality that annoys Trowa for it limits his time here.
Something else about Pilots, they are just as bad as the Angels. No one messes with them for fear of having to deal not only with the Angels, but the other Pilots as well. Trowa can walk with ease here, as if he couldn't anywhere else. He sits down in a familiar table and waits for a familiar blonde to arrive with his drink. But today that blonde sits down with him, a sly smile present on her beautiful face.
"How's the search going lover?"
"I tracked him to this area but I have to leave in two hours. I'm just going to have to wait until I come back before continuing the search." Who would have thought that a loud mouth like Maxwell would be so hard to find?
Midii laughs as she places a delicate hand on his callused one.
"I got a present for you." She says in a low voice, eyes shining.
"Yes?"
"Duo Maxwell is right through those doors and down the hall meeting with Alex Cross right now." Midii leans back with a smug look on her face. "He came in here with some girl. But you know what was odd?" Trowa gives no sign of emotion as always. "He thought he was Roger."
"You have been a very bad, bad boy Roger." A light laughter escapes from her pink lips as she wraps her arms around his neck. "We've been waiting for you."
"Really babe? Well, sorry to keep you waiting."
"Where the hell have you been? We've been so worried about you." Midii whispers into his ear. "I'm guessing you want to talk to Mr. Cross. Right Roger?" She says aloud as she steps away from him. A look of confusion crosses his face as he looks at her. Something is wrong. He looks like hell warmed over. A large bruise on his left cheek, bottom lip healing from being split and from what she could see, his body is littered with cuts and bruises. "Duo?" She whispers. He raises a brow and looks at her like she must have three heads. The girl with him seems to be regarding her closely now that she said the name.
"Uh, yeah. We're together." He says as he points to the short haired vixen. "Her name is Raven." When he says this the girl seems to swell with pride and her eyes flash with blue thunder. A warning that says 'bring it'. Midii nods and leads the two to where Mr. Cross is. Nothing more is said but much is pondered.
"He looked at me like I was crazy when I said his name. I think someone got to him and he doesn't remember anything."
"Hmm." And with that Trowa rose from his seat. A skilled hand reaches for his gun as he heads for the back. Midii follows a short time after and walks behind the bar. They nod to each other one last time before Trowa disappears under the cover of the darken hallway. Midii also disappears for a short time under the bar. And when she reemerges she holds a shotgun.
"All right boys!" She shouts as she shoots into the air to gain their attention. "Party's over! You don't have to go home but you can't stay here!" To make her point she fires again and the men flee the building. Midii looks to where Trowa disappeared to and hopes he doesn't kill Duo.
"So where's the money Roger?"
Trowa comes to a halt upon hearing the voice. He pushes his whole body against the wall and stealthy moves along. He reaches a cell opposite of him and he sees Duo inside being held by two men, a third stands in front of him throwing another punch.
"Where's the money!? Answer me!!" The two holding him laugh as he is hit again in the stomach. Why is Duo letting this happen to him? The Duo he knew would have killed them in seconds flat for just giving him a bad look. This isn't the God of Death! Maybe Midii is right. Maybe his encounter with Yuy made him forget who he is? A shrilled laugh draws Trowa's attention to the man standing in the corner closest to him. This man is Alex Cross. Trowa can tell by the oiled back hair and the wire rim glasses.
"Maybe we should ask the little girl here?" Ah yes. The girl. Maybe that's why the God of Death is at bay? Duo was always a sucker for the fairer sex.
"Asshole! Let her go! She knows nothing! I don't even know what hell you're talking about!" The ox looks to Alex for the next command. A bone chilling silence fills the tiny cell. Trowa waits. His eyes lock on to his prey and slowly . . . he readies himself.
"You're funny Roger." Alex throws his head back as a laugh erupts deep from his throat.
"Very funny indeed." He lets the girl fall to the ground, a cry escapes from her as she lands on her leg. Trowa takes a moment to look at the girl. She looks beat up but the anger that burns in her eyes shows she is not as hurt as she lets on. Smart girl.
"Why won't you let her go? I don't know what you're talking about!" Duo shouts.
"Because you do know something, you just forgot." Duo looks defiantly at Alex and for the first time Duo's and Trowa's eyes lock.
He moves. And in a flash the forehead of Alex explodes as a bullet rips through his skull. The ox falls just as quickly as his boss and soon the other two join the rest of the bodies on the floor. Duo, no longer being supported by the two men, falls to his knees. Swiftly Trowa enters the cells. He walks up to Duo and draws his gun. He looks into his eyes and no longer sees his friend. He sees only a loose end that is about to be tied up.
Ready . . .
Aim . . .
"Good bye old friend."
Fire . . .
"Ah!" The forgotten girl sinks her teeth into Trowa's arm, ripping at the coat and flesh. With lighting speed she swings a leg to slam into the back for Trowa's knee, sending him to the ground.
"Fuck head!" She yells as she kicks her foot at his stomach. Trowa sees the attack coming and grabs her foot in time to stop the attack. He pulls on her foot, sending her to the ground. Trowa gets to his knees and grabs his fallen gun. He aims it to the girl that hasn't recovered yet. Trowa shoots but Maxwell throws his whole body at Trowa, making him miss. Trowa's balance was knocked out by Duo's tackle and he fell back hitting his head on the steel bars of the cell, rendering him unconscious. Maxwell lies on top of him for a moment to let his body rest. Rolling over he looks to Hilde.
"Hey babe, you ok?" She nods her head. A stray hand reaches for her newly cut hair. That bastard hacked her beautiful hair. Hilde tries to hide her tears. Maxwell gets up and grabs the gun of the shooter. He looks to his face and seems to remember seeing him before . . . If only there was better light . . .
"Maxwell hurry, we need to go!" Whispers Hilde as she pulls on his arm. The body stirs and Maxwell quickly agrees to leave. Hilde limps ahead of him, pain masked by strength. Maxwell picks her up and throws her over his shoulder. Hilde lets out a cry of surprise.
"Don't fight with me babe ok? We can move faster if you're off that leg." Maxwell runs down the hall coming closer to the exit to the bar.
"Fine but when we get out . . ."
"Freeze!" The blonde that greeted them before jumps out into the doorway and aims her shotgun. With god-like speed, Maxwell throws Hilde and himself to the floor, giving him a clean shot at the blonde. He fires at the woman falls down; a small pool of blood collects around her head. Hilde looks to Maxwell in terror. Where did that skill come from? There was no time to worry about that now, they had to escape. Grabbing Hilde, Maxwell made his exit. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wonders, how much deeper trouble has he just gotten himself into? Only time will tell . . .