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A/N: CAUTION This chapter has some blood, suggestive stuff, (maybe) gore (depending on what you think of gore as).It's not the WHOLE chapter, but there is some and kinda descriptive, so be warned. Don't flame me…..R&R though, I love that
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Forgotten Love: Part Seven
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Heero looked up at Keiko in stunned surprise.
"Bring me…….." she repeated quietly.
He shook his head and sighed. Then a smile broke across his face. "Sure, why not?"
"Really? You'll bring me back?!"
Heero laughed at her obvious excitement. She obviously hadn't been expecting him to say yes right away. By the look on her face, she had already prepared a 'why not?' speech.
Keiko threw herself at him in a tight embrace and squealed ecstatically. "Oh my Gosh Heero I'm so excited! I can live with you now!"
"You……didn't mean for just a visit?" he asked.
"No silly!"
His eyebrows shot up as he thought about the situation, then he shrugged. "Hell, it's better that way. We can cuddle all we want, well we can do that here to so long as we get the other out of the house," he added suggestively leaning in towards her.
"Oh, go away!" she retorted pushing him. "I wear my V with pride! No one is touching this until I say so!"
Heero pouted. "That hurts……"
Keiko turned her nose up playfully. "Humph. Well, that's how it's gunna be mister. If you don't like it then go find some other blonde- but I warn you; she'll probably be annoying!"
Heero flinched inwardly. Blonde ……Relena. Keiko didn't know about her, or vice versa. Well this will be fun, he thought. But maybe it'll work out well.
"When do you want to come?"
She grinned. "As soon as I can! I need a while though, to tell everyone and get all my things in order. Do you have a house or an apartment?"
"I live with Quatre and the rest of the guys in the Winner Estate for now until I can find another home."
"Would he mind…….?"
Heero gave her a look. "Keiko, it's Quatre . I seriously doubt he wouldn't be hospitable enough to let you stay with him."
"I'm asking him anyways. It would be rude not to after all," she returned, stepping out of bed and stretching.
He shook his head in amazement. "I didn't know you to be so ladylike." Keiko twirled around, razing her hands in a graceful ballerina pose and taking the tiny toe steps towards him. "Nor ballerina-like."
"At the rate you're going, tell me something you know I'm like," she smiled.
Heero looked up at her and she softly padded around the room and reached for the door. "You're beautiful."
She glanced back at him. "'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder' Heero Yuy. But I thank you."
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"Mother is coming over today."
With those simple words the household was torn into chaos. Each of them was given a designated chore to do, whether it was vacuuming, dusting, or mopping. Beds had to made, dishes put away everything put in order. It wasn't that Lelita-san was totally anal about neatness, Keiko didn't really like the mess the five males had caused much herself and the house needed a nice cleaning anyways.
The door opened at precisely 11:30 since her mother had her own clicker to the gate and a key to the door, just moments after everything had been finished. Keiko introduced her mother to everyone and Lelita greeted them with genuine interest and pleasure. The moment she saw Heero she rushed to him in an embrace and he met the face of the woman again.
The wrinkles were deeper, but not carved as though by a river. Her dirty blonde hair had grayed to an ashen color but her yellow-green eyes still flickered with the same defiant flames as Keiko's did. "It's good to see you again Heero. I had hoped that you would show up, but for so long…….you surely understand." He nodded in reply.
Lunch was prepared in the kitchen and they all enjoyed themselves thoroughly. Keiko and the guys had made little mini sandwiches with potato salad and some cheese and crackers. Lelita seemed very interested in Quatre's company (all that technological/ employee stuff that you don't care about and is in no way related to the plot) and was absolutely in love with Duo's hair. She asked to brush it out but Duo refused quite flatly in a polite tone.
"It's sort of sacred. It only comes down around those that are special to me," he said apologetically.
"It's totally fine Duo," Lelita replied.
This was the moment that it all boiled down to… "Mama," Keiko began hesitantly, wondering how to break it to her. "If I was to return with Heero to Earth, would you approve?"
She held her breath, waiting for the show of sadness and disapproval. Lelita's face showed no emotion for a moment, then it cracked into a tiny smile. "I think that you would do as you wanted even without my approval. But I think that it would be wonderful. Earth is a beautiful place. Would you…….be moving there permanently?"
"For at least a year."
"Would be willing to leave everyone here?"
Keiko glanced at Heero. "Yes."
Lelita was silent for a moment. Contemplating. Then, ever so slowly, she nodded. "You have my blessing then." She turned her attention back to the braided man. "Duo, how did you happen to get that bruise on your face?"
He froze and Wufei snorted into his potato salad. "Shut up," Duo hissed. "I got in a fight……,"he mumbled, shamed.
"Well, I see. Hm…you know if you ice it and take some aspirin or something it will help it to fade better." She leaned over and whispered, "And dear, you need to blend the concealer more, it's flaky and makes it much more obvious."
Duo turned four shades pinker and muttered his thanks. Lelita smiled, glanced at her watch and quickly stood up.
"Mom?"
"Sorry to cut my stay short but I have a chiropractor appointment that I simply have to go to. My old rickety bones-"she smiled standing up. As if on cue her spine cracked loudly. "I'll drop by another time. Definitely in the next few days.
"Oh, Keiko dear, I found this crumpled up by your door; you must have dropped it."
Keiko took the wrinkled envelope and gave her mom a quick hug and walked her to the door.
"Keiko, listen to me please," she spoke softly, urgently. "Go to earth, live with Heero. You truly love the boy- I know you do-and it will be good for you. Get away from Rykoshi and all the nasty people that you knew from school. You need to be rid of them. Honey, I think this decision is one of the most important ones that you'll ever make. Go through with it. Promise me you'll go through with it."
She smiled. "So eager to send me away. I promise mom. I'll do the best I can. And you can trust Heero now Mother. He made a vow of his own- to protect me. And from what I know about him, he's a man that always keeps his promises."
"Heero isn't what or who I'm worried about," Lelita replied and touched her daughter's face gently. "I've been worried about you. You weren't the same once he left. You lost that spirited look in your eyes. But he's helped. Heero will get you back to where you were. Then you can keep living. I'll be off. G'bye dear."
"See you!," Keiko called and watched her mother drive down to the street. She glanced at the envelope in her hands and pulled out the paper inside it. It was made to look old, but it wasn't and she could easily tell but it was still interesting. Her look changed to confusion as she read it.
Keiko
La più cara donna, Della purezza e la virtù, Voi hanno interferito l'occhio delle bestie ed ora caccerà voi, Inseguimento durerà una quindicina, Allora io chiuderà in, Con desiderio e la lama, Voi non può fuoriuscire la vostra situazione difficile......
"What in the world?" she murmured.
"What?"
Keiko looked up and found herself in the kitchen again. She rapidly stuffed the letter into her pocket. They didn't need to know about the letter. Whatever it was, it unnerved her. But she guessed it was probably just some fan letter from some foreign speaker. She had gotten those from time to time. Some German, Chinese, English, her own native Japanese. She had saved some of the ones that truly touched her; ones that also told of their writters pain in losing someone in the wars. And the ones from different countries- Equador, Kenya, Ireland, Russia, Mongolia, New Zealand, and all the others.
A fan letter letter, she thought, reassured by her deduction.Jeez. Don't get all paranoid now Keiko. Time for that was years ago......
"A fanletter," she replied to Trowa. "Just a fanletter."
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The unconsciouss beauty lay before him in all her splendor and his breath pulled into his lungs with wheezing gasps of giddyness.
"You fought hard dearest one," he hissed as he hauled himself up from the girl and buttoned up his pants. "I like a little fight. This chase was good." He stroked the young woman's face and she moaned softly in her dreams.
The look of soft pain that furrowed her brow made him sneer. "Stupid women. You can never handle the pain- physical or emotional. You are weak. But, you have the gift of beauty.......and the beauty makes you powerful......." From the inside of his jacket he unsheathed a blade with a jeweled hilt. It caught the dim light of the alley and sent terrifying red lights shimmering around the two figures on the ground.
"And thus," he continued, sitting over the woman. "You must be kept under control, and you must never,never forget your place. Ah, but you did. You did. So you must be punished. And I will be the one to do so."
With a swift downward stroke he slashed the razor sharp dagger across her neck just as she was beginning to return from the depths of her mind. He felt the warmth of her blood soaking his clothes, and he reveled in it. He dipped the tip of the blade into the growing pool and wrote his signature on the concrete beside her body. Then he stood up, sheathing the dagger and snarled softly, "No one likes a taunter. You have learned your lesson."
The young woman lay still, painfully dead. Beside her, written in her own blood, were the words "Il Redentore di uomini" They were still wet, and they glimmered eirily in the fake light of the city.
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Yep yep...done for now! *squee!*