Hey, thank you for reviewing. I'm putting this up earily because I want to get another chapter out, but it has not be proof read so there are probably many mistakes, I'm getting it proof read by a friend, Ataenushi-Maxwell, so it might take a while. I'll update as soon as I can and I hope that everyone enjoys this part of the story. Oh I don't own Gundam Wing, all the people who legal have the rights to it do, and please don't sue, I have no money! T.T
Title: Fallaces Sunt Rerum Specie
Author: SidhePrincessAislinn (aka XiXi)
Summary: Sylvia Noventa needs a change, she wants to be free of her constricting life. To do so she disappears, unknowningly she brings the one person she never wanted to see again back into her life.
Pairings: 01+Sylvia Noventa, 02+OC
Fallaces Sunt Rerum Specie.
Chapter 2 - Crudelius est quam mori semper timere mortem.
Heero sat at his desk reading an e-mail that Trowa had sent him. It was a few clips from a news report and a file that could only be accessed with a password. Trowa had sent him the file and all the knowledge about the Noventa case. Heero blinked and looked at the information again. He had not been assigned to the case for the reason that it might upset Mrs. Noventa. Lady Une had informed him that Mercedes Noventa might not want the asesino, as Mrs. Noventa had called him, of her husband to find her only child in case something happened, i.e. Sylvia accidentally dying. Lady Une had assigned Heero the job of going through paperwork until the case was finished to get Mrs. Noventa of her back. Mrs. Noventa had become an important political figure in her own right, and she helped fund the Perventor's Office. Therefore, her wishes were appeased. Lady Une was inclined to make her happy. Heero looked at the paperwork on his desk. Trowa was sending him the information so he could help with the case, and would continue to do so as long as Mrs. Noventa did not find out. It seemed like they almost had no way to progress anywhere. They had no leads, no ransom note, nothing. It looked more like a runaway case then a kidnapping. Heero already knew the details of the case from the things that Lady Une would let slip to him. Fucking around with the boss has some perks, other than a good lay. Heero sighed, everyone had been hinting for him to help or join the case in one way or another. They needed his help because they did not have the resources that he had.
Heero got up from his desk and proceed to pace around. It has been almost a month since Sylvia Noventa's disappearance and two weeks since the Preventors had started to look for her. He really did not want to participate in the search; dealing with the Noventas always brought back too many dead skeletons in his closet. Heero looked out the window in his office. The sky was blue with fluffy white clouds floating gracefully across the heavens. The weather was quite warm and the sun was shining, all in all, it was a beautiful day. The stress that Heero felt at first began to fade a little. He looked at his office. It was small, but not a claustrophobic small. It a had windows for walls on the outside and nice solid wood paneled walls on the inside, so he could see the outside world, but everyone in the office could not see him. It a plain office with a bamboo plant on his desk and a picture of him with the other Gundam pilots next to it. His trusty, well-worn laptop sat on the desk. Shades of gray completed the décor. He reached over on his desk to turn on his stereo. Muted music spilled into the room chasing away the silence. It was not a song that was playing on the radio-station but a ballad, a medieval poem. The poem filled the room.
"As I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies making a mane:
The tane unto the tither did say,
'Whar sall we gang and dine the day?'
'-In behint yon auld fail dyke 5
I wot there lies a new-slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.
'His hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, 10
His lady 's ta'en anither mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet.
'Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his bonny blue e'en:
Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair 15
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
'Mony a one for him maks mane,
But nane sall ken whar he is gane:
O'er his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair.' 20
The Twa Corbies"
The reader of the ballad stated. Heero listened to the poem. He had to admit, it kind of fit his mood at the moment, and it hit a little to close to home. It was the way he felt after Relena had left him for someone else, Dorothy. He was shocked at first, but he accepted it, because the truth was he did not love Relena the way that everyone else had thought. Relena represented to him all the innocent lives he was trying to save, so he felt responsible for her. She was a friend, and now he saw very little of her. She had moved on, like everyone else, and he was still stuck in the past, living as he did when he was a pilot and hanging on to his deeds during those days. Heero paused. He was being too contemplative today. Heero took one more look at the file attachment and the e-mail Trowa sent him. Maybe this case could help him deal and move on. Maybe it could save him from the ghosts that haunted him. Heero was not too sure, but he needed to take a chance for his peace of mind. He e-mailed Trowa, starting it off with his favorite saying.
"It is more cruel to always fear death than to die."
It was his way of telling Trowa that he was going to help with the case in his own way. Sitting back in his chair, he began to make a list of things that he need for this mission. List of friends that she would know, affiliations, places she had traveled to in the past, all her residences, and pictures of her. He looked down at the most recent picture of Sylvia that Mrs. Noventa supplied. Sylvia had long golden blonde hair, golden as in the metal gold, not a mere golden hue. It was beautiful. She had emerald green eyes and a tiny nose ring that most people had never seen. Apparently while in Seville, Sylvia picked up on some of the trends, nose rings included. She also had a tattoo, which the file listed, but as to what it was a picture of and where it was located on her body the file failed to specify. Heero frowned. It looks like maybe Mercedes Noventa has something to hide. It was time that Heero go and visit with her first.
@~~}~~~
Twa Corbies, does not have a known writer, so I can't really give anyone credit for it, but whoever wrote, I'm greatful that he did because its a good ballad. The Latin translation of the title is in the story. I'm pretty sure that Mrs. Noventa's first name is never said, so I gave her one, Mercedes, if you can guess what it means I'll give you pocky!
Title: Fallaces Sunt Rerum Specie
Author: SidhePrincessAislinn (aka XiXi)
Summary: Sylvia Noventa needs a change, she wants to be free of her constricting life. To do so she disappears, unknowningly she brings the one person she never wanted to see again back into her life.
Pairings: 01+Sylvia Noventa, 02+OC
Fallaces Sunt Rerum Specie.
Chapter 2 - Crudelius est quam mori semper timere mortem.
Heero sat at his desk reading an e-mail that Trowa had sent him. It was a few clips from a news report and a file that could only be accessed with a password. Trowa had sent him the file and all the knowledge about the Noventa case. Heero blinked and looked at the information again. He had not been assigned to the case for the reason that it might upset Mrs. Noventa. Lady Une had informed him that Mercedes Noventa might not want the asesino, as Mrs. Noventa had called him, of her husband to find her only child in case something happened, i.e. Sylvia accidentally dying. Lady Une had assigned Heero the job of going through paperwork until the case was finished to get Mrs. Noventa of her back. Mrs. Noventa had become an important political figure in her own right, and she helped fund the Perventor's Office. Therefore, her wishes were appeased. Lady Une was inclined to make her happy. Heero looked at the paperwork on his desk. Trowa was sending him the information so he could help with the case, and would continue to do so as long as Mrs. Noventa did not find out. It seemed like they almost had no way to progress anywhere. They had no leads, no ransom note, nothing. It looked more like a runaway case then a kidnapping. Heero already knew the details of the case from the things that Lady Une would let slip to him. Fucking around with the boss has some perks, other than a good lay. Heero sighed, everyone had been hinting for him to help or join the case in one way or another. They needed his help because they did not have the resources that he had.
Heero got up from his desk and proceed to pace around. It has been almost a month since Sylvia Noventa's disappearance and two weeks since the Preventors had started to look for her. He really did not want to participate in the search; dealing with the Noventas always brought back too many dead skeletons in his closet. Heero looked out the window in his office. The sky was blue with fluffy white clouds floating gracefully across the heavens. The weather was quite warm and the sun was shining, all in all, it was a beautiful day. The stress that Heero felt at first began to fade a little. He looked at his office. It was small, but not a claustrophobic small. It a had windows for walls on the outside and nice solid wood paneled walls on the inside, so he could see the outside world, but everyone in the office could not see him. It a plain office with a bamboo plant on his desk and a picture of him with the other Gundam pilots next to it. His trusty, well-worn laptop sat on the desk. Shades of gray completed the décor. He reached over on his desk to turn on his stereo. Muted music spilled into the room chasing away the silence. It was not a song that was playing on the radio-station but a ballad, a medieval poem. The poem filled the room.
"As I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies making a mane:
The tane unto the tither did say,
'Whar sall we gang and dine the day?'
'-In behint yon auld fail dyke 5
I wot there lies a new-slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.
'His hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, 10
His lady 's ta'en anither mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet.
'Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his bonny blue e'en:
Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair 15
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
'Mony a one for him maks mane,
But nane sall ken whar he is gane:
O'er his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair.' 20
The Twa Corbies"
The reader of the ballad stated. Heero listened to the poem. He had to admit, it kind of fit his mood at the moment, and it hit a little to close to home. It was the way he felt after Relena had left him for someone else, Dorothy. He was shocked at first, but he accepted it, because the truth was he did not love Relena the way that everyone else had thought. Relena represented to him all the innocent lives he was trying to save, so he felt responsible for her. She was a friend, and now he saw very little of her. She had moved on, like everyone else, and he was still stuck in the past, living as he did when he was a pilot and hanging on to his deeds during those days. Heero paused. He was being too contemplative today. Heero took one more look at the file attachment and the e-mail Trowa sent him. Maybe this case could help him deal and move on. Maybe it could save him from the ghosts that haunted him. Heero was not too sure, but he needed to take a chance for his peace of mind. He e-mailed Trowa, starting it off with his favorite saying.
"It is more cruel to always fear death than to die."
It was his way of telling Trowa that he was going to help with the case in his own way. Sitting back in his chair, he began to make a list of things that he need for this mission. List of friends that she would know, affiliations, places she had traveled to in the past, all her residences, and pictures of her. He looked down at the most recent picture of Sylvia that Mrs. Noventa supplied. Sylvia had long golden blonde hair, golden as in the metal gold, not a mere golden hue. It was beautiful. She had emerald green eyes and a tiny nose ring that most people had never seen. Apparently while in Seville, Sylvia picked up on some of the trends, nose rings included. She also had a tattoo, which the file listed, but as to what it was a picture of and where it was located on her body the file failed to specify. Heero frowned. It looks like maybe Mercedes Noventa has something to hide. It was time that Heero go and visit with her first.
@~~}~~~
Twa Corbies, does not have a known writer, so I can't really give anyone credit for it, but whoever wrote, I'm greatful that he did because its a good ballad. The Latin translation of the title is in the story. I'm pretty sure that Mrs. Noventa's first name is never said, so I gave her one, Mercedes, if you can guess what it means I'll give you pocky!