Too Lost to be Saved
by:WolfCry17
Disclaimer: I do not own gundam wing, or the section of the Gundam Wing, Manga of Episode Zero scenes I borrowed. The scene isn't copied word for word from the manga, but the scene still belongs to the original creators of the Manga Episode Zero.
AN: Please Read and Review!!! And of course, enjoy!!!
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Chapter Two ~ The Truth to the Past
10:00 p.m., October 21, A.C. 197, Colony L2-C8923...
"Hello No-name."
"Middie Une."
The young blonde fought the strong desire to flinch as she heard the venom that filled her name as Trowa spoke. His intense green eyes held her own emerald ones in a glare of pure hatred. Middie remained silent, clutching onto her only precious possession, the silver locket, that held her whole world and mission, in response. She knew all too well that she deserved much worse than the death vibes Trowa was sending in her direction.
Duo, Hilde, and Catherine glanced toward one another in complete discomfort. "Trowa, who is she?" Catherine's eyes shined with worry and curiousity as to whom this strange woman who interged her younger brother so much was. Her answer was never answered, however. Before she knew what was happening, Duo dragged both her and Hilde into the nearest room, which happened to fortunately be the kitchen.
Trowa never witnessed his friends' exit and barely acknowledged their absense, for his full attention was concentrated on the young girl, or rather woman before him. She was, after all, no longer that little girl that would risk anything for her family's well-being anymore. No, now she was a taller, more mature girl with curves in all the right places that perfected her figure. It made Trowa's heart skip a beat. Her wavy tresses shined golden and her emerald eyes sparkled with the same passionate fire he once knew. A long ago, childhood lust came over him before he gained his composure once more. "What are you doing here? I thought you were dead." Anger evident in his green orbs.
"I still am," grief-stricken, she continued, "I came for your help." She observed Trowa's every move in a search of hope. What she found was an older version of the only childhood friend she ever had, the one person she was forced to betray.
Trowa's eyes softened at Middie's sudden plea of help, but he would not follow that familiar road of friendship that ended in nothing, but a torn heart that was already broken. "You're nothing, but a spy and a trader."
*~*
Fixated eyes of prussian blue orbs were set on the laptop screen positioned in front of them as rough hands flew like lightning across the keyboard. The young boy paused for a minute, brushing his touseled, chocolate brown hair with his right hand. He had to perfect this new program design tonight to meet his deadline. Designing software programs, security systems, developing state-of-the-art decoders, etc. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it was something the former gundam pilot was useful for.
Heero Yuy finished adjusting some configurations on his present project within the following ten minutes. He was about to close up for the night until he suddenly saw a flashing light in the lower left-hand corner of the screen. Heero's eyes hardened in curiousity as he clicked into the flickering light. He could tell it was a message of some form, but it was different from any system he ever encountered. The light filled his screen while lighting the entire room in a reddish glow at the same time before it revealed the face of the former Shenlong pilot. "Wufie Chang." His ears instantly became alert when he realized the system was the preventers' new, secured communication link.
Wufie smirked to see the one man who could make the impossible, possible, then his features grew serious. "I need your help."
*~*
Duo crouched next to the only door that led to the living-room where two others seemed to be bickering. He lifted a glass cup to his right ear and onto the door to enhance their voices so Duo could make out the words. "Damn. I can't hear a bloody thing! I thought trailer walls were supposed to be thin! What are these walls made out of anyway, titanium alloy?"
Hilde and Catherine were both seated at the small, round kitchen table glancing from Duo to each other and then back towards Duo again. Hilde rested her head on her left hand with her elbow on the table in an unladylike manner, and full of exasperation. "Let me get this straight Duo. You shoved us out of the room to give them some privacy just to hover over the door in hopes to eavesdrop in on their conversation!?!"
Duo huffed in defeat at listening through the door and moved to the keyhole in hopes to see on the other side. Hilde sweatdropped as she started to knock her head onto the table several times in further frustration. Catherine just sat dumbfounded about the whole situation with Trowa and this mysterious girl. She sat speechless while watching both of her guests, one hovering over her door trying to chip a hole into it while the other was knocking herself senselessly into the table.
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Tears threatened to engulf Middie's eyes as she focused on the floor before her. She was trying to recompose herself. A spy. A trader. She deserved worse accusations than the words Trowa chose. She had taken advantage of his trust and in so doing, lost it, maybe forever. However, her betrayal was in the past and there was nothing she could do to change that fact now. Besides, she had more important things to worry about. "Trowa, I..." she choked back a few sobs, "I can't change the past. I am guilty of what you accuse me of, but what am I supposed to do about that now?" She boldly took a few more steps toward Trowa who remained motionless.
At that moment, their eyes locked onto one another's and both found they couldn't pull away. Trowa seemed to study her. After what felt like an eternity, Trowa finally broke the silence. "There's nothing you can do. You did what you had to do." Sarcasm smothered every word. He turned to walk off, but her hand had clasped his wrist in persistence and the soft feel of her silky hand made him shudder.
"Of course I did what I had to do. What choice did I have?" Middie set her jaw in determination as she waited for Trowa's response.
Trowa's anger finally spilled over at her last statement. Every emotion he had locked up for years poured out into his next words. He turned to look her dead on. "You could have said no. Those Alliance soldiers had no more a hold on you than they did on me." He felt her hand release and jerk away from his wrist as she stepped away from him. He watched confusion fill her eyes and the gentle shaking of her head.
Middie couldn't believe how heartless those words came out. For the first time, she saw Trowa show a sense of emotion, but it was purely heartless. Her own heart felt as if someone was strangling her to her last breath. She felt her knees weaken as she tumbled to the floor in a heap, her tears pouring. She couldn't stop them now, but she still refused to let Trowa see. "They did... they did have a hold on me... I had no choice." She finally looked back up toward Trowa and saw his eyes soften. Her own were now in a burning glare. "Trowa, if I didn't go through what I did, my family would have died. I know what I did was wrong, but I knew the grief and regret I would've experienced if my parents died when I could've done something about it would be ten times worse than the guilt I experienced working for the enemy. I sacrificed my pride, my beliefs, and your trust to save them. I have nothing left, but the choice to make things right again, a second chance. That is all I am asking of you."
Trowa's head felt as if it were spinning when realization came back to him. He had forgotten her reasons for her actions, but now the past was as clear as day. She didn't betray him just for her own benefits. She did care. That was if she was telling the truth, but how could he know for sure. How did he know she was pulling something over him to get something out of him. "How do I know you're telling the truth? How can I trust you after what you did?"
Middie's heart sank once more with his hurtful words, his interrogation. "What reason do I have to lie?" she cried out.
"I don't know. You tell me." Trowa watched Middie look into his eyes once more. He could see fear, doubt, and disappointment fill her emerald orbs. She looked lost and alone, much like he felt the day he met her.
*flashback*
A.C. 190, somewhere on Earth...
"No Name here. I've been hit and can't maneuver... I'm withdrawing."
"Roger. Well done!"
A small boy of no more than ten nodded his head in command before terminating the communication link. His dark green eyes focused ever constantly on his present task as he shut down his Leo mobile suit. He climbed swiftly out of the cockpit with a gun handy in his right hand. He was in enemy territory now and had to be very cautious with every move he made. Suddenly, his ears perked to the sound of leaves rustling behind him and he cocked his gun in response. "Show yourself!" He saw a single girl around his age come out from behind the bushes' facade and stepped hesitantly into the moonlight. Her wavy tresses shined with a golden aura under the stars and her emerald eyes drew him into her young radiance. "What are you doing here?"
The girl stood motionless as she gazed upon her onlooker in a trance. This was the boy she was supposed to befriend?! She looked upon his chestnut hair that covered one of his eyes. He had a mysterious presence, and it intrigued her. "My name is Middie... Middie Une."
*~*
the present...
Emerald eyes of a kindred spirit focused half-heartedly on a large stack of paperwork through wispy bangs of blonde. Only the sounds of an overhead fan and a single sigh could be heard in the spacious office. Quatre Raberba Winner closed his eyes as he set his pen down to enjoy the pure bliss of seeing only the inside of his eyelids. Who knew controlling the majority of the colonies' resource satellites would require so much work.
Quatre chuckled slightly amused at the fact that he was beginning to think too much like Relena. Relena. That was one good thought. Once all this paperwork was signed and carefully looked over, he would be traveling once again to the earth to see a very good friend. He would also be seeing the one and only Dorothy Catalonia, the kindest person he knew. Maybe he was nuts, but he truely believed that deep inside that war-torn lover was a very kind and gentle woman, despite the fact that she had stabbed him during the eve wars, ultimately almost bringing his life to an end. It helped reawaken her true self. He had forgiven her the instant it happened and wanted to assure her safety before his own. Quatre hadn't realized yet what a great deal she meant to him, but deep down, he knew that despite her up-bringing and opininated mind, he could fall for no other.
Quatre shook his head slightly, letting his bangs softly brush against his forehead, to regain focus once more. He glanced over to his schedule book and smiled. At the end of the week, he would be surrounded by friends again while attending a public announcement both he and Relena arranged. She dealt with the Earth's side while he represented the Colonies' side.
He looked out the ceiling-to-floor size window onto the bustling colony below. Peace is so wonderful, Dorothy. Do you know what a beatiful sight peace creates?
Quatre closed his eyes in content as if waiting for something to occur, something he was expecting to occur. As if on cue, his office door opened, and the small smile that had previously crept onto his face grew larger. His eyes remained closed. "You're supposed to knock."
Prussian blue orbs starred blankly towards the young blonde man who faced his window to the outside world. "You're heading toward the earth for that public speech. I need a ride." Heero leaned against the wall with his arms crossed in a sense of demand.
"No, you haven't," Quatre finally turned to face his guest. "If you wanted to go to the earth, you would've found a way, no problem. So why don't you tell me the real reason you're here."
"I need your help."
*~*
Continue flashback...
A group of restless mercernaries sat silently around a small, flickering fire as they ate the only meal they had had that day. One man grew sick of the silent tension and decided to break the silence. "Captain, why don't we ditch the rebels and join the alliance?"
Another man seemed to agree as he put in his own comment. "Fighting a losing battle is just too draining... I hear the alliance pays pretty well."
"Idiots," the captain couldn't believe the rubbish he was hearing. "The rebel army is what keeps the fight going. If they lose us to the alliance too, this war will be over!"
Meanwhile...
A young blonde girl was messing with a small object that resembled a gameboy around her neck while she watched the boy called no-name. He was working on his mobile Leo suit, which had been severly damaged during the last fight. The two of them had hardly said a word to each other. "I hear we need some kitchen help," her eyes furrowed when he didn't answer. "Why did you save me?"
"Because we are the same."
Middie's eyes widened at no-name's answer. "Huh?"
"You're me."
Middie rolled her eyes. As if that helped! "What do you mean?"
No-name didn't answer Middie, but simply thought about his past. He really didn't have one. He was found by a group of mercernaries all alone when he was only a year old or so. They had decided to take him in, and teach him how to fight for their cause. He had been fighting ever since. He was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when a silver cross on a thin, delicate chain dangled in front of him. "What's this?"
"To thank you for your help. Now God will watch over you. But, you should know, I don't like you."
Later, no-name was engaged in yet another fight against the alliance. All of a sudden, he heard his captain's voice over the intercomm.
"This ambush will be perfect. I can just picture those alliance guys' panicked faces."
"Yeah," no-name remained focused. However, things didn't go as planned. The alliance mobile suits began to fight back as if they had already known of the ambush. But how?
"What? They knew we were coming!? That's ...that's impossible."
"Captain, let's pull back."
"You pull out. I'll hold them out here."
"But--"
"Do as I say, no-name."
"Roger."
However, one of the mercernaries decided to turn on the captain. "Sorry Captain. We have our livelihoods to think of." The group of traders joined the alliance's side as the captain, no-name, and a few loyal comrades kept fighting until they were forced to retreat.
Afterward, no-name found Middie helping with the kitchen staff to feed the soldiers. She looked at him with saddened eyes. "No-name, can't you look a little sad? You killed your comrades."
"I used up enough sad faces as a baby to last a lifetime." No-name glanced at the gameboy-like object around Middie's neck for the first time. So that's it.
"So you'll just keep shutting down your heart, huh? How long are you going to wear the tearless mask?" Middie tried to hand him a plate of steaming-hot food that resembled something similar to mush.
No-name turned around, ignoring the food. "Until the day I die." Just then, no-name heard the sound of large mobile suit carriers flying over above, a loud explosion, and Middie's scream. No-name's eyes widened. He quickly found a motorcycle, started the engine, and manuvered back towards Middie to save her. "Middie, grab on!"
Middie slowly stood up, bruised and banged up from being thrown to the ground by the impact of nearby explosions. She obeyed no-name's demand and grasped hold of his hand to climb onto the bike in the passenger's seat behind him. She held tightly onto his waist in an effort to stay on. "I'm not going to thank you."
"Don't worry. I wasn't expecting it."
"I'm not worth anything alive."
"Me neither," No-name directed the bike through their destroyed campsite headquaters until he found the captain lying still amongst the rubble on the ground. No name slowed the bike down to a halt and helped Middie off. He walked over to the captain to feel his pulse. Dead. "How much did they pay you Middie?" He had known for a while that she was nothing, but a spy.
Middie simply looked at no-name, not surprised that he was able to figure it out. "Enough to feed three brothers and a sick father."
No-name's eyes softened in a sense of pity for the girl. She had a huge toil to carry on her back, and he couldn't blame her for her actions. At the same time, he couldn't forgive her for the feeling of betrayal she had just laid upon his already-broken soul. He threw the cross Middie had given him back to her. "That cross and gameboy around your neck were both transmitters?" When she nodded, he pulled his gun and aimed it at her.
Middie looked at no-name's angry expression, and it shocked her to see an emotion from him. "So, even you get mad sometimes...You said before that I was you, but that wasn't true. I'm not as fortunate as you."
No-name seemed shocked, "I'm fortunate."
Middie took her transmitter in haste and threw it to the ground next to the cross. I love... "There's nothing that ties you down. You have no name, no past, and now no comrades." Tears spilled over Middie's eyes. I love you. "I have a name, Middie Une. I have a sick father and three little brothers. I couldn't have survived this long without becoming a spy and getting all these people killed." I longed to be like you. Middie suddenly burst into a fit of sobbs as she continued with her guilt speech. " I can't even tell the person I love how I feel about him. Do you know why!? Because I am not empty like you! I'm filled with things... my family, my job, my guilt." Always, I wanted to be with you always. "That's why... that's why I hate empty guys like you!" I loved you.
No-name felt her pain, her suffering, and her entrapment. He wanted so much to help her, but his mind wouldn't let him. His mask wouldn't break and warm up to the girl he cared so desperately for. "That all you have to say? You're better off than me... you have a place to go home to. Goodbye Middie." No-name turned to walk away after dropping his gun to the ground, to walk away from Middie...forever.
-end flashback
*~*
Trowa's eyes seemed to flash an array of emotions as the memory of their war-torn past was once again revealed to him. There were so many things that Middie had done and said that he didn't necessarily agree with. At the same time, he realized he would have done the same thing for his beloved sister, Catherine. He realized the mistake he had made that day so long ago. He walked away... he walked away without another word when she needed him the most. At that moment, every fiber of hatred he held for her died and all that was left was pure love and longing to help her, the girl who stole his dreams. "What can I do to help?"
Middie's eyes widened as she looked up to him from her seated position on the floor. Shock. Pure shock. Had he finally forgiven her wrong- doings of the past after all these years? She watched as he held out his hand and a fresh drop of water slid down her cheek as she gladly accepted.
She let him pull her to her feet until they were so close, she could feel his warmth and her smile became never-fading. "But you do realize, I am not going to thank you."
Trowa merely smirked as he brushed away her final tear. "Don't worry. I wasn't expecting it."
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AN: Well, there's chapter two!! *sniff* *sniff* Go Trowa!! He forgave Middie! I just love their relationship! If Heero and Relena didn't exist, they would be my fav. couple. However, HYxRP remains at the top of my list. Again, I do apologize for those of you who are Pro TBxCB! I truely love that pairing too, but I find Trowa and Middie more intriguing. Their relationship is so complex and painful. Their relationship serves my interest more than Trowa X Catherine. Sumimasen (sorry).
I will be focusing on Quatre and Dorothy some more along with Zeches and Noin! (Sorry again for those of you who do not care for Dorothy. But, I have respect for her in a weird sort of way. Did I just say that??? I used to hate her with every inch of my soul, but recently a friend bought the DVD box collection and I saw the entire series over again. Somehow, I started to understand her along with Trieze. How one understands him is beyond me, but it can be done. *smiles* Anyway, now I love her relationship with Quatre, cause like Trowa and Middie, they have a tense relationship and it is fun to work with!!!) Development between Duo and Hilde and Wufie and Sally will be later on during the fic. And of course, Heero and Relena will slowly develop throughout the entire fic getting more tense near the end.
Please keep sending reviews, flames or not. I am completely open to any opinions, so I invite both encouragement and flames!!! And if any of you would like to convince me of why certain couples shouldn't be together, I would love to hear your opinions, especially concerning Trowa. My email is wolfcry@gvtc.com.
Wufie: Are you finished yet, onna... they might actually want to read the next chapter or probably get out of here!!
Author: Oops...sorry, guys, I ramble forever. Sumimasen!
Wufie: That's all you onnas ever do, ramble, ramble, talk, talk...blah, blah, blah...
Author: (sweatdrops.) Look who's talking!! How does Sally deal with this?!? (rubbs forehead) Bye guys!!!
by:WolfCry17
Disclaimer: I do not own gundam wing, or the section of the Gundam Wing, Manga of Episode Zero scenes I borrowed. The scene isn't copied word for word from the manga, but the scene still belongs to the original creators of the Manga Episode Zero.
AN: Please Read and Review!!! And of course, enjoy!!!
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Chapter Two ~ The Truth to the Past
10:00 p.m., October 21, A.C. 197, Colony L2-C8923...
"Hello No-name."
"Middie Une."
The young blonde fought the strong desire to flinch as she heard the venom that filled her name as Trowa spoke. His intense green eyes held her own emerald ones in a glare of pure hatred. Middie remained silent, clutching onto her only precious possession, the silver locket, that held her whole world and mission, in response. She knew all too well that she deserved much worse than the death vibes Trowa was sending in her direction.
Duo, Hilde, and Catherine glanced toward one another in complete discomfort. "Trowa, who is she?" Catherine's eyes shined with worry and curiousity as to whom this strange woman who interged her younger brother so much was. Her answer was never answered, however. Before she knew what was happening, Duo dragged both her and Hilde into the nearest room, which happened to fortunately be the kitchen.
Trowa never witnessed his friends' exit and barely acknowledged their absense, for his full attention was concentrated on the young girl, or rather woman before him. She was, after all, no longer that little girl that would risk anything for her family's well-being anymore. No, now she was a taller, more mature girl with curves in all the right places that perfected her figure. It made Trowa's heart skip a beat. Her wavy tresses shined golden and her emerald eyes sparkled with the same passionate fire he once knew. A long ago, childhood lust came over him before he gained his composure once more. "What are you doing here? I thought you were dead." Anger evident in his green orbs.
"I still am," grief-stricken, she continued, "I came for your help." She observed Trowa's every move in a search of hope. What she found was an older version of the only childhood friend she ever had, the one person she was forced to betray.
Trowa's eyes softened at Middie's sudden plea of help, but he would not follow that familiar road of friendship that ended in nothing, but a torn heart that was already broken. "You're nothing, but a spy and a trader."
*~*
Fixated eyes of prussian blue orbs were set on the laptop screen positioned in front of them as rough hands flew like lightning across the keyboard. The young boy paused for a minute, brushing his touseled, chocolate brown hair with his right hand. He had to perfect this new program design tonight to meet his deadline. Designing software programs, security systems, developing state-of-the-art decoders, etc. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it was something the former gundam pilot was useful for.
Heero Yuy finished adjusting some configurations on his present project within the following ten minutes. He was about to close up for the night until he suddenly saw a flashing light in the lower left-hand corner of the screen. Heero's eyes hardened in curiousity as he clicked into the flickering light. He could tell it was a message of some form, but it was different from any system he ever encountered. The light filled his screen while lighting the entire room in a reddish glow at the same time before it revealed the face of the former Shenlong pilot. "Wufie Chang." His ears instantly became alert when he realized the system was the preventers' new, secured communication link.
Wufie smirked to see the one man who could make the impossible, possible, then his features grew serious. "I need your help."
*~*
Duo crouched next to the only door that led to the living-room where two others seemed to be bickering. He lifted a glass cup to his right ear and onto the door to enhance their voices so Duo could make out the words. "Damn. I can't hear a bloody thing! I thought trailer walls were supposed to be thin! What are these walls made out of anyway, titanium alloy?"
Hilde and Catherine were both seated at the small, round kitchen table glancing from Duo to each other and then back towards Duo again. Hilde rested her head on her left hand with her elbow on the table in an unladylike manner, and full of exasperation. "Let me get this straight Duo. You shoved us out of the room to give them some privacy just to hover over the door in hopes to eavesdrop in on their conversation!?!"
Duo huffed in defeat at listening through the door and moved to the keyhole in hopes to see on the other side. Hilde sweatdropped as she started to knock her head onto the table several times in further frustration. Catherine just sat dumbfounded about the whole situation with Trowa and this mysterious girl. She sat speechless while watching both of her guests, one hovering over her door trying to chip a hole into it while the other was knocking herself senselessly into the table.
*~*
Tears threatened to engulf Middie's eyes as she focused on the floor before her. She was trying to recompose herself. A spy. A trader. She deserved worse accusations than the words Trowa chose. She had taken advantage of his trust and in so doing, lost it, maybe forever. However, her betrayal was in the past and there was nothing she could do to change that fact now. Besides, she had more important things to worry about. "Trowa, I..." she choked back a few sobs, "I can't change the past. I am guilty of what you accuse me of, but what am I supposed to do about that now?" She boldly took a few more steps toward Trowa who remained motionless.
At that moment, their eyes locked onto one another's and both found they couldn't pull away. Trowa seemed to study her. After what felt like an eternity, Trowa finally broke the silence. "There's nothing you can do. You did what you had to do." Sarcasm smothered every word. He turned to walk off, but her hand had clasped his wrist in persistence and the soft feel of her silky hand made him shudder.
"Of course I did what I had to do. What choice did I have?" Middie set her jaw in determination as she waited for Trowa's response.
Trowa's anger finally spilled over at her last statement. Every emotion he had locked up for years poured out into his next words. He turned to look her dead on. "You could have said no. Those Alliance soldiers had no more a hold on you than they did on me." He felt her hand release and jerk away from his wrist as she stepped away from him. He watched confusion fill her eyes and the gentle shaking of her head.
Middie couldn't believe how heartless those words came out. For the first time, she saw Trowa show a sense of emotion, but it was purely heartless. Her own heart felt as if someone was strangling her to her last breath. She felt her knees weaken as she tumbled to the floor in a heap, her tears pouring. She couldn't stop them now, but she still refused to let Trowa see. "They did... they did have a hold on me... I had no choice." She finally looked back up toward Trowa and saw his eyes soften. Her own were now in a burning glare. "Trowa, if I didn't go through what I did, my family would have died. I know what I did was wrong, but I knew the grief and regret I would've experienced if my parents died when I could've done something about it would be ten times worse than the guilt I experienced working for the enemy. I sacrificed my pride, my beliefs, and your trust to save them. I have nothing left, but the choice to make things right again, a second chance. That is all I am asking of you."
Trowa's head felt as if it were spinning when realization came back to him. He had forgotten her reasons for her actions, but now the past was as clear as day. She didn't betray him just for her own benefits. She did care. That was if she was telling the truth, but how could he know for sure. How did he know she was pulling something over him to get something out of him. "How do I know you're telling the truth? How can I trust you after what you did?"
Middie's heart sank once more with his hurtful words, his interrogation. "What reason do I have to lie?" she cried out.
"I don't know. You tell me." Trowa watched Middie look into his eyes once more. He could see fear, doubt, and disappointment fill her emerald orbs. She looked lost and alone, much like he felt the day he met her.
*flashback*
A.C. 190, somewhere on Earth...
"No Name here. I've been hit and can't maneuver... I'm withdrawing."
"Roger. Well done!"
A small boy of no more than ten nodded his head in command before terminating the communication link. His dark green eyes focused ever constantly on his present task as he shut down his Leo mobile suit. He climbed swiftly out of the cockpit with a gun handy in his right hand. He was in enemy territory now and had to be very cautious with every move he made. Suddenly, his ears perked to the sound of leaves rustling behind him and he cocked his gun in response. "Show yourself!" He saw a single girl around his age come out from behind the bushes' facade and stepped hesitantly into the moonlight. Her wavy tresses shined with a golden aura under the stars and her emerald eyes drew him into her young radiance. "What are you doing here?"
The girl stood motionless as she gazed upon her onlooker in a trance. This was the boy she was supposed to befriend?! She looked upon his chestnut hair that covered one of his eyes. He had a mysterious presence, and it intrigued her. "My name is Middie... Middie Une."
*~*
the present...
Emerald eyes of a kindred spirit focused half-heartedly on a large stack of paperwork through wispy bangs of blonde. Only the sounds of an overhead fan and a single sigh could be heard in the spacious office. Quatre Raberba Winner closed his eyes as he set his pen down to enjoy the pure bliss of seeing only the inside of his eyelids. Who knew controlling the majority of the colonies' resource satellites would require so much work.
Quatre chuckled slightly amused at the fact that he was beginning to think too much like Relena. Relena. That was one good thought. Once all this paperwork was signed and carefully looked over, he would be traveling once again to the earth to see a very good friend. He would also be seeing the one and only Dorothy Catalonia, the kindest person he knew. Maybe he was nuts, but he truely believed that deep inside that war-torn lover was a very kind and gentle woman, despite the fact that she had stabbed him during the eve wars, ultimately almost bringing his life to an end. It helped reawaken her true self. He had forgiven her the instant it happened and wanted to assure her safety before his own. Quatre hadn't realized yet what a great deal she meant to him, but deep down, he knew that despite her up-bringing and opininated mind, he could fall for no other.
Quatre shook his head slightly, letting his bangs softly brush against his forehead, to regain focus once more. He glanced over to his schedule book and smiled. At the end of the week, he would be surrounded by friends again while attending a public announcement both he and Relena arranged. She dealt with the Earth's side while he represented the Colonies' side.
He looked out the ceiling-to-floor size window onto the bustling colony below. Peace is so wonderful, Dorothy. Do you know what a beatiful sight peace creates?
Quatre closed his eyes in content as if waiting for something to occur, something he was expecting to occur. As if on cue, his office door opened, and the small smile that had previously crept onto his face grew larger. His eyes remained closed. "You're supposed to knock."
Prussian blue orbs starred blankly towards the young blonde man who faced his window to the outside world. "You're heading toward the earth for that public speech. I need a ride." Heero leaned against the wall with his arms crossed in a sense of demand.
"No, you haven't," Quatre finally turned to face his guest. "If you wanted to go to the earth, you would've found a way, no problem. So why don't you tell me the real reason you're here."
"I need your help."
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Continue flashback...
A group of restless mercernaries sat silently around a small, flickering fire as they ate the only meal they had had that day. One man grew sick of the silent tension and decided to break the silence. "Captain, why don't we ditch the rebels and join the alliance?"
Another man seemed to agree as he put in his own comment. "Fighting a losing battle is just too draining... I hear the alliance pays pretty well."
"Idiots," the captain couldn't believe the rubbish he was hearing. "The rebel army is what keeps the fight going. If they lose us to the alliance too, this war will be over!"
Meanwhile...
A young blonde girl was messing with a small object that resembled a gameboy around her neck while she watched the boy called no-name. He was working on his mobile Leo suit, which had been severly damaged during the last fight. The two of them had hardly said a word to each other. "I hear we need some kitchen help," her eyes furrowed when he didn't answer. "Why did you save me?"
"Because we are the same."
Middie's eyes widened at no-name's answer. "Huh?"
"You're me."
Middie rolled her eyes. As if that helped! "What do you mean?"
No-name didn't answer Middie, but simply thought about his past. He really didn't have one. He was found by a group of mercernaries all alone when he was only a year old or so. They had decided to take him in, and teach him how to fight for their cause. He had been fighting ever since. He was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when a silver cross on a thin, delicate chain dangled in front of him. "What's this?"
"To thank you for your help. Now God will watch over you. But, you should know, I don't like you."
Later, no-name was engaged in yet another fight against the alliance. All of a sudden, he heard his captain's voice over the intercomm.
"This ambush will be perfect. I can just picture those alliance guys' panicked faces."
"Yeah," no-name remained focused. However, things didn't go as planned. The alliance mobile suits began to fight back as if they had already known of the ambush. But how?
"What? They knew we were coming!? That's ...that's impossible."
"Captain, let's pull back."
"You pull out. I'll hold them out here."
"But--"
"Do as I say, no-name."
"Roger."
However, one of the mercernaries decided to turn on the captain. "Sorry Captain. We have our livelihoods to think of." The group of traders joined the alliance's side as the captain, no-name, and a few loyal comrades kept fighting until they were forced to retreat.
Afterward, no-name found Middie helping with the kitchen staff to feed the soldiers. She looked at him with saddened eyes. "No-name, can't you look a little sad? You killed your comrades."
"I used up enough sad faces as a baby to last a lifetime." No-name glanced at the gameboy-like object around Middie's neck for the first time. So that's it.
"So you'll just keep shutting down your heart, huh? How long are you going to wear the tearless mask?" Middie tried to hand him a plate of steaming-hot food that resembled something similar to mush.
No-name turned around, ignoring the food. "Until the day I die." Just then, no-name heard the sound of large mobile suit carriers flying over above, a loud explosion, and Middie's scream. No-name's eyes widened. He quickly found a motorcycle, started the engine, and manuvered back towards Middie to save her. "Middie, grab on!"
Middie slowly stood up, bruised and banged up from being thrown to the ground by the impact of nearby explosions. She obeyed no-name's demand and grasped hold of his hand to climb onto the bike in the passenger's seat behind him. She held tightly onto his waist in an effort to stay on. "I'm not going to thank you."
"Don't worry. I wasn't expecting it."
"I'm not worth anything alive."
"Me neither," No-name directed the bike through their destroyed campsite headquaters until he found the captain lying still amongst the rubble on the ground. No name slowed the bike down to a halt and helped Middie off. He walked over to the captain to feel his pulse. Dead. "How much did they pay you Middie?" He had known for a while that she was nothing, but a spy.
Middie simply looked at no-name, not surprised that he was able to figure it out. "Enough to feed three brothers and a sick father."
No-name's eyes softened in a sense of pity for the girl. She had a huge toil to carry on her back, and he couldn't blame her for her actions. At the same time, he couldn't forgive her for the feeling of betrayal she had just laid upon his already-broken soul. He threw the cross Middie had given him back to her. "That cross and gameboy around your neck were both transmitters?" When she nodded, he pulled his gun and aimed it at her.
Middie looked at no-name's angry expression, and it shocked her to see an emotion from him. "So, even you get mad sometimes...You said before that I was you, but that wasn't true. I'm not as fortunate as you."
No-name seemed shocked, "I'm fortunate."
Middie took her transmitter in haste and threw it to the ground next to the cross. I love... "There's nothing that ties you down. You have no name, no past, and now no comrades." Tears spilled over Middie's eyes. I love you. "I have a name, Middie Une. I have a sick father and three little brothers. I couldn't have survived this long without becoming a spy and getting all these people killed." I longed to be like you. Middie suddenly burst into a fit of sobbs as she continued with her guilt speech. " I can't even tell the person I love how I feel about him. Do you know why!? Because I am not empty like you! I'm filled with things... my family, my job, my guilt." Always, I wanted to be with you always. "That's why... that's why I hate empty guys like you!" I loved you.
No-name felt her pain, her suffering, and her entrapment. He wanted so much to help her, but his mind wouldn't let him. His mask wouldn't break and warm up to the girl he cared so desperately for. "That all you have to say? You're better off than me... you have a place to go home to. Goodbye Middie." No-name turned to walk away after dropping his gun to the ground, to walk away from Middie...forever.
-end flashback
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Trowa's eyes seemed to flash an array of emotions as the memory of their war-torn past was once again revealed to him. There were so many things that Middie had done and said that he didn't necessarily agree with. At the same time, he realized he would have done the same thing for his beloved sister, Catherine. He realized the mistake he had made that day so long ago. He walked away... he walked away without another word when she needed him the most. At that moment, every fiber of hatred he held for her died and all that was left was pure love and longing to help her, the girl who stole his dreams. "What can I do to help?"
Middie's eyes widened as she looked up to him from her seated position on the floor. Shock. Pure shock. Had he finally forgiven her wrong- doings of the past after all these years? She watched as he held out his hand and a fresh drop of water slid down her cheek as she gladly accepted.
She let him pull her to her feet until they were so close, she could feel his warmth and her smile became never-fading. "But you do realize, I am not going to thank you."
Trowa merely smirked as he brushed away her final tear. "Don't worry. I wasn't expecting it."
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AN: Well, there's chapter two!! *sniff* *sniff* Go Trowa!! He forgave Middie! I just love their relationship! If Heero and Relena didn't exist, they would be my fav. couple. However, HYxRP remains at the top of my list. Again, I do apologize for those of you who are Pro TBxCB! I truely love that pairing too, but I find Trowa and Middie more intriguing. Their relationship is so complex and painful. Their relationship serves my interest more than Trowa X Catherine. Sumimasen (sorry).
I will be focusing on Quatre and Dorothy some more along with Zeches and Noin! (Sorry again for those of you who do not care for Dorothy. But, I have respect for her in a weird sort of way. Did I just say that??? I used to hate her with every inch of my soul, but recently a friend bought the DVD box collection and I saw the entire series over again. Somehow, I started to understand her along with Trieze. How one understands him is beyond me, but it can be done. *smiles* Anyway, now I love her relationship with Quatre, cause like Trowa and Middie, they have a tense relationship and it is fun to work with!!!) Development between Duo and Hilde and Wufie and Sally will be later on during the fic. And of course, Heero and Relena will slowly develop throughout the entire fic getting more tense near the end.
Please keep sending reviews, flames or not. I am completely open to any opinions, so I invite both encouragement and flames!!! And if any of you would like to convince me of why certain couples shouldn't be together, I would love to hear your opinions, especially concerning Trowa. My email is wolfcry@gvtc.com.
Wufie: Are you finished yet, onna... they might actually want to read the next chapter or probably get out of here!!
Author: Oops...sorry, guys, I ramble forever. Sumimasen!
Wufie: That's all you onnas ever do, ramble, ramble, talk, talk...blah, blah, blah...
Author: (sweatdrops.) Look who's talking!! How does Sally deal with this?!? (rubbs forehead) Bye guys!!!