Hey I finally got this chapter out! Be thankful for snow days. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I really appreciate it. Thanks to Ataenushi-Maxwell, my faithful friend for editing every story I have ever written and for letting me borrow Kandie, oh just so everyone is clear, Kandie or Kandace is Quatre's twin sister, Ataenushi is re-vamping the story, but I'm pretty sure the old one is still up. As for the music in this chapter, I'll tell everyone next chapter. I want y'all to try to guess. Oh and the spanish in this chapter should not need translating, but e-mail if you need it. Umm...if the spanish is wrong then correct me on it, I took my last year in spanish, last year. I'm a latinoid now.
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 3 - Gladiator in arena consilium capit.
The room was almost bare. There was a single Queen size mattress on the floor, covered in quilts and mismatched pillows. A Chinese lantern hung from the ceiling, with a light bulb strung through it. Sitting on the floor was a CD player surrounded by various CD's. An old digital alarm clock sat by the bed, the big numbers glowing red in the darkness. Punk music turned down so low it was soothing spilled into the apartment. The ring of a cell phone broke the stillness of the room.
Sylvia blinked and sat up, hands searching blindly for the offending phone. After finding the cell phone next to her alarm clock, Sylvia proceeded to stare at it dumbly for a moment or two. The felonious phone kept ringing. Finally she hit the little green button to answer it.
"Wha…?" Her sleepy voice asked.
"Oi! Not a morning person I take it. Sorry to call so early, but we got a shipment of parts and we need you here to help out. Can you be here by 5 o'clock?" A sunny voice babbled on.
Sylvia blinked at the darkness.
"Who is this?"
"Duo. Remember, your boss?"
"Oh. Fine I'll be there, but I expect there to be mucho café there, comprende?"
"Yeah, yeah, just get here." Duo said flippantly.
Sylvia hung up the phone without saying good bye, then turned to lie in bed for a few minutes. She quietly sang along with the song on her stereo. "She's got a mission, and I'm collateral damage…She's the flower that your place on my casket."
Sylvia sighed and got up, going to her closet and opened it. She looked at her selection of clothes for a few minutes before deciding on a pair of green khakis and a black T-back wife-beater. She run a brush through her hair and pulled it into a ponytail. After she brushed her teeth, she was on her way.
When Sylvia walked outside it was still dark. Thankfully she had a car, a little red Toyota Corolla. She got into the car and started off toward Duo's salvage yard. She had been working there for two weeks now, and it was a good job. The only problem was Duo's sometime, but no less loathsome habit of calling her at obscene hours. She was afraid to see what time of day he thought was atrocious. Still, she was grateful for the job. She reminded herself not to complain too much to Duo about the weird hours. She turned on the radio as she drove. Sylvia sang along to the song as she pulled into the driveway. "After the night he died…I wept my tears until they dried…But the pain stayed the same…I didn't want him to die all in vain…I made a promise to revenge his soul in time…I'll make them bleed at my feet."
Duo was standing out by the door. He had a cup in his hand. Sylvia walked up to him quickly, praying that it was her coffee. Duo held it out to her as she followed him through the door and hallway into the garage. Kandie was there, looking perfect as always. Most blondes tended to look that way. When Kandie turned to her, clutching a cup of coffee for dear life, it became apparent that she was not a morning person either. The two girls nodded at each other. Duo clapped his hands to get their attention.
"Okay, Let's begin!" Duo exclaimed, as Kandie and Sylvia groaned.
****
It was about 12 o'clock when they finally finished unloading the shipment of parts. Kandie and Sylvia decided to take a break by lounging in the sun. They both lay on the hood of the new Acura that Duo was fixing up. The two girls chatted off and on about different concepts, but Kandie continually turned the conversation back to boys. She wanted to hook up her new friend with someone, but the problem was she did not know with whom. Kandie knew many guys, but the idea of introducing "Sienna" to one of Duo's friends was, as Sylvia would put it, muy malo. She went through a mental list of boys, and thought about how each match with Sylvia would turn out. Wu-Fei would piss her off with his opinions about women. A chauvinist to the core, though he did have a reason for his views. The problem was Sylvia would not understand. Trowa was too quiet and Kandie suspected he might actually have a thing for her brother. Quatre was definitely not into women; he already admitted that to her. Then there was Heero. Kandie had played with that idea for a while, but decided Sylvia would think he was a sociopath. He had changed after the war, but he had become darker, not as friendly as everyone had hoped. He was still anti-social and his newly acquired tattoo of the Latin word "vêritâs" on his right trigger finger might bother "Sienna" just a little bit. Kandie sighed, maybe it was because she was so in love and happy that made her want to share it with everyone she met. She turned to look at the black haired girl.
Sylvia was stretched out on the hood of the black car wearing a black bikini with
skulls and cross bones on the top. She had her headphones on listening to a song. As she hummed along, every now and then Kandie would catch words like "dying," "praying," "bleeding," and "tourniquet," which left Kandie relieved that her friend had not made her listen to the tune with her. She listened to her hum a little more, and mused that Sylvia had a pleasant voice. As usual, it was Duo that interrupted the silence.
The phone had rang forcing him to stop looking at the inventory report. He turned to answer it, shocked to see that the caller was none other than the perfect soldier. Captain Anal Retentive himself.
"Oi! Heero-kun! Genki desu ka?" Duo asked slipping into Japanese unconsciously. He looked at what he could see of Heero. He looked good, all grown up, even through Duo knew he was the shortest of the pilots now. Even Quatre has surpassed him. His face was that angular that comes often with age. His slanted eyes were still that cold Prussian blue. Heero looked like he had not shaven in a day.
"Genki desu." Came Heero's short reply.
"That's good! What can I do for ya?" Duo asked, going back to the more familiar English.
"I've been assigned the mission to find Sylvia Noventa with the guide line that it was to be sub rosa."
"Under the rose, huh?" Duo mused. He knew the Latin phrase meant "under secrecy," but it was not Une's style. It was always known when the pilots where on a public case, but Duo understood the need for secrecy. Sra. Noventa would have Lady Une's head on a silver platter if the "El asesino de marido" was looking for her "Mi nieta." Sra. Noventa did not have the same empathy her husband had. Duo turned his attention back to Heero, since he had accidentally tuned him out. Bad habits die hard.
"…I'll be there in three days." was all that Duo had caught.
"Huh?"
Heero sighed. He really should be used to that by now. "Baka! Listen! I'm going to need help with this. One person scouring the earth and the colonies and finding a single girl is not probable. The chances increase with two. Trowa is fronting the media part of the mission and Quatre has his own business to run, so that leaves you to help me. I'm going to be there in three days." Heero explained again to the braided idiot.
"What about Onna?" Duo interjected.
"Wu-Fei," Heero stressed his name, "has his own life to attend to. If I were you, I would stop calling him Onna."
"Come on, you know it's funny."
"That's not the point." Duo could have sworn that Heero had the ghost of a smile on his face, imperceptible to anyone but those who knew him well. "As I was saying, I am going to be there in three days."
"How come three days? Can't you get on one of those really fast shuttles, shit what do they call them…?" Duo mused aloud, shrugging. "Not that I really want you to come early or anything, but wouldn't a shuttle be the most convenient?"
"Duo, I only make $40, 419 a year, a ticket on one of those shuttles cost well over a hundred thousand." Heero explained to Duo as if he was speaking to a two-year old child.
"Oh, really only $40,419? I make more than that." Duo could not help to add.
Heero made a sound as if he had given up on talking to the braided baka, then hung up the phone with out saying good bye. Duo followed suit and walked out to where the girls were so he could "warn" them of the guest they would be receiving for the next few weeks.
Kandie turned to face Duo as he walked over to them. He looked jovial and had a skip in his step. She could not help but to wonder who called. He wasn't even this happy when he tortured Wu-Fei on the phone. "Duo! Who was that?" She asked.
Sylvia had taken off her headphones to show that she was interested in what was going on. A happy Duo does not always mean a happy Sylvia or a happy Kandie. Duo leaned against the car and began to inform them of what was going on.
"Heero called to say that he is coming for a visit, and it looks like I'm freelancing for the Preventor's for a little while to help find Sylvia Noventa. Hey, did you know Heero only makes $40,419 a year? Fuck, this place brings in at least $70,060. Not including money from odd jobs. Ha, We make more than Mr. Perfect Soldier. My life is complete." Duo paused to look at Sylvia and Kandie. Kandie looked delighted to have Heero coming, but Sylvia looked pallor, like she had seen a ghost. "Hey Sienna are you okay, you're looking a little pale there."
Sylvia blinked, and signaled to Duo that she was fine. The truth was, she was scared. El asesino de su abuelo was coming here to look for her. He didn't seem to have an idea that she was here, but he was going to figure it out. Sylvia got whiter. She was royally fucked.
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$40,419 is how much actually FBI agents make. Its not really all that much. They can earn more if they are higher than a special agent, sorry, Heero is going to poor like the rest of us. As for the title it means "The gladiator is formulating his plan in the arena" i.e., too late.
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 3 - Gladiator in arena consilium capit.
The room was almost bare. There was a single Queen size mattress on the floor, covered in quilts and mismatched pillows. A Chinese lantern hung from the ceiling, with a light bulb strung through it. Sitting on the floor was a CD player surrounded by various CD's. An old digital alarm clock sat by the bed, the big numbers glowing red in the darkness. Punk music turned down so low it was soothing spilled into the apartment. The ring of a cell phone broke the stillness of the room.
Sylvia blinked and sat up, hands searching blindly for the offending phone. After finding the cell phone next to her alarm clock, Sylvia proceeded to stare at it dumbly for a moment or two. The felonious phone kept ringing. Finally she hit the little green button to answer it.
"Wha…?" Her sleepy voice asked.
"Oi! Not a morning person I take it. Sorry to call so early, but we got a shipment of parts and we need you here to help out. Can you be here by 5 o'clock?" A sunny voice babbled on.
Sylvia blinked at the darkness.
"Who is this?"
"Duo. Remember, your boss?"
"Oh. Fine I'll be there, but I expect there to be mucho café there, comprende?"
"Yeah, yeah, just get here." Duo said flippantly.
Sylvia hung up the phone without saying good bye, then turned to lie in bed for a few minutes. She quietly sang along with the song on her stereo. "She's got a mission, and I'm collateral damage…She's the flower that your place on my casket."
Sylvia sighed and got up, going to her closet and opened it. She looked at her selection of clothes for a few minutes before deciding on a pair of green khakis and a black T-back wife-beater. She run a brush through her hair and pulled it into a ponytail. After she brushed her teeth, she was on her way.
When Sylvia walked outside it was still dark. Thankfully she had a car, a little red Toyota Corolla. She got into the car and started off toward Duo's salvage yard. She had been working there for two weeks now, and it was a good job. The only problem was Duo's sometime, but no less loathsome habit of calling her at obscene hours. She was afraid to see what time of day he thought was atrocious. Still, she was grateful for the job. She reminded herself not to complain too much to Duo about the weird hours. She turned on the radio as she drove. Sylvia sang along to the song as she pulled into the driveway. "After the night he died…I wept my tears until they dried…But the pain stayed the same…I didn't want him to die all in vain…I made a promise to revenge his soul in time…I'll make them bleed at my feet."
Duo was standing out by the door. He had a cup in his hand. Sylvia walked up to him quickly, praying that it was her coffee. Duo held it out to her as she followed him through the door and hallway into the garage. Kandie was there, looking perfect as always. Most blondes tended to look that way. When Kandie turned to her, clutching a cup of coffee for dear life, it became apparent that she was not a morning person either. The two girls nodded at each other. Duo clapped his hands to get their attention.
"Okay, Let's begin!" Duo exclaimed, as Kandie and Sylvia groaned.
****
It was about 12 o'clock when they finally finished unloading the shipment of parts. Kandie and Sylvia decided to take a break by lounging in the sun. They both lay on the hood of the new Acura that Duo was fixing up. The two girls chatted off and on about different concepts, but Kandie continually turned the conversation back to boys. She wanted to hook up her new friend with someone, but the problem was she did not know with whom. Kandie knew many guys, but the idea of introducing "Sienna" to one of Duo's friends was, as Sylvia would put it, muy malo. She went through a mental list of boys, and thought about how each match with Sylvia would turn out. Wu-Fei would piss her off with his opinions about women. A chauvinist to the core, though he did have a reason for his views. The problem was Sylvia would not understand. Trowa was too quiet and Kandie suspected he might actually have a thing for her brother. Quatre was definitely not into women; he already admitted that to her. Then there was Heero. Kandie had played with that idea for a while, but decided Sylvia would think he was a sociopath. He had changed after the war, but he had become darker, not as friendly as everyone had hoped. He was still anti-social and his newly acquired tattoo of the Latin word "vêritâs" on his right trigger finger might bother "Sienna" just a little bit. Kandie sighed, maybe it was because she was so in love and happy that made her want to share it with everyone she met. She turned to look at the black haired girl.
Sylvia was stretched out on the hood of the black car wearing a black bikini with
skulls and cross bones on the top. She had her headphones on listening to a song. As she hummed along, every now and then Kandie would catch words like "dying," "praying," "bleeding," and "tourniquet," which left Kandie relieved that her friend had not made her listen to the tune with her. She listened to her hum a little more, and mused that Sylvia had a pleasant voice. As usual, it was Duo that interrupted the silence.
The phone had rang forcing him to stop looking at the inventory report. He turned to answer it, shocked to see that the caller was none other than the perfect soldier. Captain Anal Retentive himself.
"Oi! Heero-kun! Genki desu ka?" Duo asked slipping into Japanese unconsciously. He looked at what he could see of Heero. He looked good, all grown up, even through Duo knew he was the shortest of the pilots now. Even Quatre has surpassed him. His face was that angular that comes often with age. His slanted eyes were still that cold Prussian blue. Heero looked like he had not shaven in a day.
"Genki desu." Came Heero's short reply.
"That's good! What can I do for ya?" Duo asked, going back to the more familiar English.
"I've been assigned the mission to find Sylvia Noventa with the guide line that it was to be sub rosa."
"Under the rose, huh?" Duo mused. He knew the Latin phrase meant "under secrecy," but it was not Une's style. It was always known when the pilots where on a public case, but Duo understood the need for secrecy. Sra. Noventa would have Lady Une's head on a silver platter if the "El asesino de marido" was looking for her "Mi nieta." Sra. Noventa did not have the same empathy her husband had. Duo turned his attention back to Heero, since he had accidentally tuned him out. Bad habits die hard.
"…I'll be there in three days." was all that Duo had caught.
"Huh?"
Heero sighed. He really should be used to that by now. "Baka! Listen! I'm going to need help with this. One person scouring the earth and the colonies and finding a single girl is not probable. The chances increase with two. Trowa is fronting the media part of the mission and Quatre has his own business to run, so that leaves you to help me. I'm going to be there in three days." Heero explained again to the braided idiot.
"What about Onna?" Duo interjected.
"Wu-Fei," Heero stressed his name, "has his own life to attend to. If I were you, I would stop calling him Onna."
"Come on, you know it's funny."
"That's not the point." Duo could have sworn that Heero had the ghost of a smile on his face, imperceptible to anyone but those who knew him well. "As I was saying, I am going to be there in three days."
"How come three days? Can't you get on one of those really fast shuttles, shit what do they call them…?" Duo mused aloud, shrugging. "Not that I really want you to come early or anything, but wouldn't a shuttle be the most convenient?"
"Duo, I only make $40, 419 a year, a ticket on one of those shuttles cost well over a hundred thousand." Heero explained to Duo as if he was speaking to a two-year old child.
"Oh, really only $40,419? I make more than that." Duo could not help to add.
Heero made a sound as if he had given up on talking to the braided baka, then hung up the phone with out saying good bye. Duo followed suit and walked out to where the girls were so he could "warn" them of the guest they would be receiving for the next few weeks.
Kandie turned to face Duo as he walked over to them. He looked jovial and had a skip in his step. She could not help but to wonder who called. He wasn't even this happy when he tortured Wu-Fei on the phone. "Duo! Who was that?" She asked.
Sylvia had taken off her headphones to show that she was interested in what was going on. A happy Duo does not always mean a happy Sylvia or a happy Kandie. Duo leaned against the car and began to inform them of what was going on.
"Heero called to say that he is coming for a visit, and it looks like I'm freelancing for the Preventor's for a little while to help find Sylvia Noventa. Hey, did you know Heero only makes $40,419 a year? Fuck, this place brings in at least $70,060. Not including money from odd jobs. Ha, We make more than Mr. Perfect Soldier. My life is complete." Duo paused to look at Sylvia and Kandie. Kandie looked delighted to have Heero coming, but Sylvia looked pallor, like she had seen a ghost. "Hey Sienna are you okay, you're looking a little pale there."
Sylvia blinked, and signaled to Duo that she was fine. The truth was, she was scared. El asesino de su abuelo was coming here to look for her. He didn't seem to have an idea that she was here, but he was going to figure it out. Sylvia got whiter. She was royally fucked.
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$40,419 is how much actually FBI agents make. Its not really all that much. They can earn more if they are higher than a special agent, sorry, Heero is going to poor like the rest of us. As for the title it means "The gladiator is formulating his plan in the arena" i.e., too late.