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Andria stood in the shadows of the airforce base. She began to wonder if he'd actually show, but then she heard a door open and shut and he walked into the light. He looked around suspiciously.
"So glad you could make it." she said and she walked out in ther light to face him. He turned and faced her, she saw something in his eye. -Reluctancy?- she thought but then something clicked. She knew him. She had always known him. How couild she have forgotten him. She decided to act the same, as if nothing had changed. She slipped off her coat and laughed slightly as she threw it over on some of crates. "Yes, isn't this odd. I could have killed Relena, couldn't I?' she said. "Ironic, that I would want to finish a score with you, ey?" she looked straight at him. Trowa stayed silent and Andria cocked her head to one side. "What? Cat got your tongue, my little mouse?" she asked sweetly. Trowa narrowed his eyes.
"What is YBA?" he asked.
"Something you will learn later on, perhaps." she said and walked off into the darkness again. "Are you ready to begin, mouse?" she asked, her voice becoming lower and more dangerous. She saw Trowa tense up.
"Yes." he said and Andria laughed.
"Go." was all she said and Andria began flipping towards him. Her ankles wrapped around his throat and she pulled him to the ground. She stood over him, blew a small kiss to him before she took off running in the opposite direction. She heard Trowa get up and chase after her. He evnetually caught her, which was what she wanted and he shoved her against the wall.
"Who are you really?" he asked. Andria gasped as something hit her wound in her waist. She felt it start bleeding again. He slammed her again and she whimpered.
"Andrialana."she whispered. "Andrialana Marie Delarnay." she grunted. "At least that's what they told me my name was." she said, trying not to pass out. She felt Trowa's grip loosen.
"Andrialana." Trowa said under his breath. "I thought you were dead." he continued as he cradled her face with his hands.
"Far from it." she said. "Well, maybe not so much." she then said jokingly.
"So, you two reunited again. You were inseperable." a voice boomed through the base and the two looked around. Andria tried to stand but she collapsed into her very dear old friend. Trowa caught her by the waist and pulled his hand away. She was bleeding again. The blood had seeped through her shirt and was now flowing down her legs. She was losing it fast. She looked up. She knew that voice. She had only heard it over the phone, but now it was live, actually near her.
"Boss." she whispered.
"Yes, my Beautiful Assasin." he said and she could tell he was getting closer. "Always a perceptive, sharp mind." he continued. "But tell me, did you ever wonder why exactly I kept my identity a secret?" he asked and Andria's eyes narrowed. She stayed silent, he was very near. She rested her head on Trowa's shoulder, who was now looking around for the source of the voice. She was getting weak now. The man chuckled. "You've grown into a very strong and beautiful young woman." he said. "Especially since your will to avenge your parents came about." he said with a note to her voice she didn't like. "How much do you long to avenge their deaths?" he asked and she couldn't hold herself back.
"With all my passion." she hissed out angrily.
"Well, my beautiful Andrialana, here's your chance." he said and stepped out into the light so they could see him. Andria's face went from anger to shock in a second.
"My dream-" she started but couldn't finish. She saw the man chuckle and her eyes narrowed as tears formed in them. He was the man from her dream who had shot her parents. Same tall brown headed man with that one evil green eye. "You-" she started.
"Killed your parents yes, my child, but for a very good cause. They would not teach you of your potential. I tried to persuade them but the wouldn;t listen to me. So I had to kil them." he said. She felt Trowa tremble slightly. "You see, Andria, I always saw what you could become. Your strength and will, you could wrap anyone around your finger in a moment and get whatever you wished for. " he smirked. "And with the correct leverage you could become the most perfect assasinator to date, and you are, or were." She felt her anger rising and she tried to launch at him but Trowa caught her and stopped her. The man jerked out a gun and directed it at her. "Protecting your dear old dad are you, my boy?" he asked. Trowa glared daggers at him and then returned his attention to Andria.
"You are too weak to try anything like that, please don't. I won't have anything happen to you." he said and brushed a lock of her hair from her face. Andria let go of Trowa and stood alone, eventhough he still kept one protective hand on her arm to help steady her. She looked at the elder man.
"You bastard." she started. "How dare you do this to me, to us. My whole life I have wondered who could kill my parents and then force me to train to be what I am now." she looked at her hands and then back to the man. "I have woken up screaming in the middle of the night from nightmares about them, cursing the man who killed them with all my might." she said, her voice growing louder by the moment. "Turns out, he's my employer?" she screamed and then grunted from the pain she caused herself. She about collapsed until she felt Trowa's strong arms under hers and around her waist to hold her up.
"You're awfully silent, Son." the man said and Trowa looked at him as the man neared the two.
"Get away." he ordered, trying to steady his voice, but failing. The man looked from Trowa to Andria and he chuckled.
"So, if I kill her, I hurt you." he mused. Trowa said nothing but watched every movement of the man claiming to be his father, though he could not deny him for they looked almost exactly alike. Suddenly, Andria saw the pistol fired and heard the shot coming closer by the second and Trowa spun them around so he took the bullet instead. His arms loosened from around her waist and she felt him falling she she slung herself around, no matter how bad it hurt her and she caught his weight with her whole upper body.
"No." she whispered and sunk to the floor, holding Trowa in her arms. She felt her own conciousness fading and then, everything went black.
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Andria stood in the shadows of the airforce base. She began to wonder if he'd actually show, but then she heard a door open and shut and he walked into the light. He looked around suspiciously.
"So glad you could make it." she said and she walked out in ther light to face him. He turned and faced her, she saw something in his eye. -Reluctancy?- she thought but then something clicked. She knew him. She had always known him. How couild she have forgotten him. She decided to act the same, as if nothing had changed. She slipped off her coat and laughed slightly as she threw it over on some of crates. "Yes, isn't this odd. I could have killed Relena, couldn't I?' she said. "Ironic, that I would want to finish a score with you, ey?" she looked straight at him. Trowa stayed silent and Andria cocked her head to one side. "What? Cat got your tongue, my little mouse?" she asked sweetly. Trowa narrowed his eyes.
"What is YBA?" he asked.
"Something you will learn later on, perhaps." she said and walked off into the darkness again. "Are you ready to begin, mouse?" she asked, her voice becoming lower and more dangerous. She saw Trowa tense up.
"Yes." he said and Andria laughed.
"Go." was all she said and Andria began flipping towards him. Her ankles wrapped around his throat and she pulled him to the ground. She stood over him, blew a small kiss to him before she took off running in the opposite direction. She heard Trowa get up and chase after her. He evnetually caught her, which was what she wanted and he shoved her against the wall.
"Who are you really?" he asked. Andria gasped as something hit her wound in her waist. She felt it start bleeding again. He slammed her again and she whimpered.
"Andrialana."she whispered. "Andrialana Marie Delarnay." she grunted. "At least that's what they told me my name was." she said, trying not to pass out. She felt Trowa's grip loosen.
"Andrialana." Trowa said under his breath. "I thought you were dead." he continued as he cradled her face with his hands.
"Far from it." she said. "Well, maybe not so much." she then said jokingly.
"So, you two reunited again. You were inseperable." a voice boomed through the base and the two looked around. Andria tried to stand but she collapsed into her very dear old friend. Trowa caught her by the waist and pulled his hand away. She was bleeding again. The blood had seeped through her shirt and was now flowing down her legs. She was losing it fast. She looked up. She knew that voice. She had only heard it over the phone, but now it was live, actually near her.
"Boss." she whispered.
"Yes, my Beautiful Assasin." he said and she could tell he was getting closer. "Always a perceptive, sharp mind." he continued. "But tell me, did you ever wonder why exactly I kept my identity a secret?" he asked and Andria's eyes narrowed. She stayed silent, he was very near. She rested her head on Trowa's shoulder, who was now looking around for the source of the voice. She was getting weak now. The man chuckled. "You've grown into a very strong and beautiful young woman." he said. "Especially since your will to avenge your parents came about." he said with a note to her voice she didn't like. "How much do you long to avenge their deaths?" he asked and she couldn't hold herself back.
"With all my passion." she hissed out angrily.
"Well, my beautiful Andrialana, here's your chance." he said and stepped out into the light so they could see him. Andria's face went from anger to shock in a second.
"My dream-" she started but couldn't finish. She saw the man chuckle and her eyes narrowed as tears formed in them. He was the man from her dream who had shot her parents. Same tall brown headed man with that one evil green eye. "You-" she started.
"Killed your parents yes, my child, but for a very good cause. They would not teach you of your potential. I tried to persuade them but the wouldn;t listen to me. So I had to kil them." he said. She felt Trowa tremble slightly. "You see, Andria, I always saw what you could become. Your strength and will, you could wrap anyone around your finger in a moment and get whatever you wished for. " he smirked. "And with the correct leverage you could become the most perfect assasinator to date, and you are, or were." She felt her anger rising and she tried to launch at him but Trowa caught her and stopped her. The man jerked out a gun and directed it at her. "Protecting your dear old dad are you, my boy?" he asked. Trowa glared daggers at him and then returned his attention to Andria.
"You are too weak to try anything like that, please don't. I won't have anything happen to you." he said and brushed a lock of her hair from her face. Andria let go of Trowa and stood alone, eventhough he still kept one protective hand on her arm to help steady her. She looked at the elder man.
"You bastard." she started. "How dare you do this to me, to us. My whole life I have wondered who could kill my parents and then force me to train to be what I am now." she looked at her hands and then back to the man. "I have woken up screaming in the middle of the night from nightmares about them, cursing the man who killed them with all my might." she said, her voice growing louder by the moment. "Turns out, he's my employer?" she screamed and then grunted from the pain she caused herself. She about collapsed until she felt Trowa's strong arms under hers and around her waist to hold her up.
"You're awfully silent, Son." the man said and Trowa looked at him as the man neared the two.
"Get away." he ordered, trying to steady his voice, but failing. The man looked from Trowa to Andria and he chuckled.
"So, if I kill her, I hurt you." he mused. Trowa said nothing but watched every movement of the man claiming to be his father, though he could not deny him for they looked almost exactly alike. Suddenly, Andria saw the pistol fired and heard the shot coming closer by the second and Trowa spun them around so he took the bullet instead. His arms loosened from around her waist and she felt him falling she she slung herself around, no matter how bad it hurt her and she caught his weight with her whole upper body.
"No." she whispered and sunk to the floor, holding Trowa in her arms. She felt her own conciousness fading and then, everything went black.
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