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Heh sorry about the delay once again this is getting to be a bad habit of not updating this fic, I kept thinking that this chapter was incomplete and so I kept going over it repeatedly until it met my standards. Pitiful sometimes really I see being called Ms. Perfecto is sometimes justified. Well as always sit back and relax and as always enjoy.
Fade To BlackChapter 4: Business Ventures
By Aku Tenshi
Duo slammed his fist repeatedly on the seat in front of him,
"Stupid, stupid, stupid." He seethed and unbuckled his safety belt and got out of his seat. No longer restrained he began to pace the thin aisle "What the hell could she be thinking?" he asked allowed the other two passengers stunned at his outbreak of anger.
"Duo." Hilde murmured but Noin placed a firm hand on her shoulder and shook her head.
"What on earth could make her do such a thing, nothing could be that bad could it for her to give up her job. She was the only thing that ensured peace and now, now what?" he spoke aloud and clenched his eyes shut as images from his past came rushing to him, the death of the priest and the nun, his life on the streets scrambling to live. "Nothing good will come of this, nothing at all." He murmured shaking his head.
Milliardo steadily gazed out the window his sapphire eyes gazing over the frigidly cold landscape of Antarctica.
"Relena…" he murmured softly.
A subordinate glanced over at his commanding officer leaving in such a rush that he could barely even grab some clothes. The name he murmured was the first name of the Vice foreign minister, but he wondered what could that have to do with his superior. Milliardo rubbed a hand futilely against his forehead to warn off the oncoming migraine.
"What are you thinking?" he asked aloud as he watched the landscape disappear from view as the shuttle plane began to ascent.
A young man paced the room a gun in his hand,
"Now why would she want to me to kill her, something must be wrong," He murmured as he looked in the mirror at his dyed forest green hair and ginger eyes when an idea occurred to him "This will be an inside job." He said with a grin and turned to the other man in the room, his employer his hand completely blown off from his wrist and his kneecap now in fragments.
"Why are you…" he gurgled out from his broken jaw.
"Well I'm dropping the job, I am very curious about why she wanted me to kill her and an inside job fits. And you won't allow that and since I know your identity you would've tried to kill me, clever aren't I." He explained with a smirk his handsome features evident even in the low lighting of the room.
"No…." the young man silenced him with a finger to his lips,
"Shh, no excuses. We know what would have happened and I'll just kill you before you could kill me. And as for the mark, well I'll decide what to do with her when the time comes. Until then enjoy your visit to hell." With the muzzle of the silencer aimed at his employers' head he squeezed the trigger; the hollow bullet causing fragments of brain and skull to be strewn about the floor.
Quatre Winner, had put all of his business ventures on hold for this, the news of Relena quitting meant that all of Emily's worrying had been justified. And this worried Quatre, why Relena was quitting and why she would do it without talking to him about anything. He stared out the small window at the black abyss of space and sighed softly, running his fingers through his albino locks. He just couldn't seem to sit still at all, after a certain amount of time he would begin to fidget in his seat; his eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. Until finally he picked up the phone and dialed a number he never thought he'd use, a number, which he had, many a time denied Relena the knowledge of.
Heero popped the second piece of gum into his mouth as the shuttle landed with his duffle bags in the docking area and his cat carrier case in hand he waltzed leisurely to the luggage pick-up area. As he waited patiently, a hand jammed into his pocket the other securely around the handle of the carrying case he was startled by the ringing of his cell phone. He slowly brought it out of his pocket and stared at it cautiously, no one knew this number was to be used except for dire emergencies and even then it was only one of the four other ex-gundam pilots. He hoped as he pressed the send button that it wasn't who he thought it was, an argument on a cell-phone wasn't very private.
"Hn" he answered as he picked up the phone and cringed as he heard a reply.
"Heero, I have to talk to you," came Quatre's voice "It's dire that you meet me at Relena's compound tonight."
Emily paced the room back and forth barking at whoever was the poor soul that dare cross the threshold to her office. Her hands had gone pale from being clasped so tightly together, and a scowl on her face; her brows furrowed together. The recent events had not entirely shocked her but made her very angry, anger towards herself and Relena for springing this on her and that damnable Dr. Janice Armond. Her teeth gritted beneath her smooth face and as the door opened her head almost snapped to see who had dared to enter her office. A tall redheaded woman stood in the doorway, her crimson locks well below her waist; the simple blue sundress she wore accented her sapphire eyes as she playfully smirked.
"My, my Emily. You do know your face could get stuck that way." She mocked and with her smooth hand she closed the door behind her and took a seat in front of the mahogany desk, in the fine leather chair.
Emily's face softened a tad as she looked at the young woman before her, "Mari, what are you doing here?" she asked softly as she herself took a seat.
"Well after hearing Relena's news flash I boarded the first flight here. It was only a class left of the day before spring break so here I am, now Emily such anger on your face how come?" The now eighteen-year-old girl asked, the one and only daughter of Treize Kushrenada.
Emily released a sigh, "I predicted this, but no one believed me and now look. Without Relena in power you and I both know that soon chaos will follow and there will be nothing that we can do to stop it." she answered sharply.
Marimaea ignored the harsh tone and sat a moment in silence to think before she spoke up. "So," and with the puzzled and shocked expression on Emily's face she continued, "Human beings seemed prone to violence and war. Sooner or later a war would have broken out with or without Relena in power. It's our primal instinct to kill; I mean look now since the war has ended the number of violent offenders has increased. It's the human condition Emily." She finished.
Emily brooded over the short statement and shook her head slowly "You read those psychology books way too much." She mentioned with a smirk, "But I do suppose that you have a point yet why not do everything in our power to prevent war?"
"Well Emily that is a question that you will have to ask Relena." Marimaea replied smoothly.
Relena startled herself awake and blinked several times; slowly she raised her head from the position of resting on her folded arms and looked around. She had obviously fallen asleep in her office packing away her things, sluggishly she reached a hand to her lips and wiped at the corners of her lips and yawned.
"Well at least I slept." She murmured as she picked up the last remaining item in her office.
She held the silver picture frame gingerly in her smooth hands and sighed softly as she gazed lovingly at the photo. It was a photograph of all of her friends and her family, before the dreaded events that took place to change her life and send it spiraling towards hell. Her adoptive father stood tall and proud a protective arm around both his wife and daughter a huge grin on his face, there was not a person in the photograph devoid of a smile or grin. She sighed once again and placed a hand on the smooth glass, as she felt the tears boiling up inside of her and to the brim she bit her lips, but this time they did fall and splash onto the smooth glass.
TBC
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