A/N: To clear something up before I get showered with flames...Mariemeia is 16 as are the gundam pilots! Endless Waltz never happened since Trieze is not yet defeated.
Title: You Might Like This One
Author: East Side
Pairings: MK/CW (Weirdest pairing ever eh?)
You Might Like This One
Chapter One
11:51pm:
"Come away from the window, Mariemeia, tell me what's wrong." Une said, entering Mariemeia's room.
"Nothing's wrong. I was just thinking." She said, sighing. "What about?" Une asked, perching gracefully upon one of the mansion's elegant chairs.
"Do you remember the pilot, the one who tried to assassinate my father yesterday?" She asked.
"Of course." Une replied.
" Well, that's who I'm thinking about." Mariemeia said, kicking at the rug with her tall black boots. "You're wondering why he fights for the colonies and why he doesn't fight for OZ. Am I correct?" Une asked. When Mariemeia nodded Lady Une smiled and said "You always were interested in the mental analyst of the enemy."
"It's too bad he got away. We would have been able to extract some very valuable information from a gundam pilot." Une said.
"Mariemeia," Une said, pointing out the window at the pilot they had just been talking about. "Look what we have here." She finished, with a smirk on her face. "Looks like we have an intruder. Should I notify Trieze, or do you want to take him out yourself, Mariemeia?" Une asked with a sly smile on her face. "I'll go after him." Mariemeia said, standing, placing a black handgun into it's holster, strapped around her leg. "Want some back up?" Une asked. "No, I need to talk to this one." She said heading towards the door.
Stealthy following the gundam pilot off of her father, Trieze Khushrenada's, property, and into the cold, dark streets and alleys of the city. She watched him walk around a corner, and she looked around first, to see if he was watching.
He wasn't there.
Surprised, Mariemeia walked up the street looking for him. Passing an alleyway, she was grabbed by the gundam pilot. Pulled into the alley kicking and punching, she was slammed against a brick wall. She hit her head against the wall, and stood dazed.
"Are you looking for someone to shoot you." The pilot said, his hands pressing against her arms as he held her to the wall. She stared up at him defiantly.
"I'll take that as a yes." He said, pulling out his gun and pressing it against Mariemeia's head. Looking at her blue uniform, which was exactly the same as her fathers, he raised an eyebrow.
"What is your name?" He demanded. When she didn't answer he used one hand to push aside the cape that covered one should. The circle of sliver with the imprint of a rose carved into it was upon her uniform.
"Mariemeia." He said. Putting his gun back in its holster, he grabbed her gun and threw it aside. He took her arm and led her out of the alley. He bent down, and whispered in her ear;
"You scream, you die."
He took her hand as if they were just a young couple, out for a walk.(Although Mariemeias uniform did looked out of place.) Guiding her to a phone booth, he shoved her inside with him. In the cramped space, she was pushed up against him. He picked up the phone and dialed a number from memory.
"Heero. It's Trowa. I have his daughter. We need a ride." He said before hanging up. Mariemeia softly laughed, "Shouldn't you have told him where we were?" Trowa didn't say anything, he just exited out of the small phone booth, yanking her out with him.
"I truly cannot wait for my father to get a hold of you. It'll be so much fun to watch." Mariemeia said with venom.
"Trieze will give up his life, for yours. He won't object to that will he, Mariemeia." Trowa said, watching her expression grow to realization
"Fuck." She said.
By getting herself kidnaped, she had set up her own fathers murder.
12:42am:
A landrover showed up about fifteen minutes later. 'Must have traced the call.' Mariemeia thought as she was shoved in the middle seat. The driver was Heero Yuy, whom she had heard all about from her father ranting; "...Yuy blew up this...Yuy destroyed that..."
They stopped in front of a moderate sized house. It was two stories high and looked like the house a small family would have. It was bright and cheerful, but the two pilots who had captured her where the complete opposite of that. Trowa took her arms and shoved her up the house steps, while Heero slid the key into the lock.
When he opened the door, they entered a long hallway. Off to one side was the kitchen and living room, which where connected. There were two more rooms on the first floor and at the end of the hallway was a set of stairs. She was dragged into the kitchen by Trowa and thrown into one of the chairs by the table.
"Don't move." He ordered as he tied her wrists together with thin, but tough, rope. Looking at the other three figures already siting at the table, she knew she was in deep shit.
Unfortunately for her, there was no escaping all five gundam pilots.
"And your point for bringing her here instead of killing her is...?" Duo Maxwell asked.
"Baka. Trieze will trade his life for hers." Heero said looking in the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. He tossed one to Trowa and set one down in front of Mariemeia. She looked up at him annoyed as she held up her tied hands. Smirking, he leaned back against the fridge and took a long swig. Wufei, the pilot farthest away from her leaned across the table and gabbed the bottle and twisted off the cap and set it back in front of Mariemeia. Mariemeia maneuvered it in her hands so she could take a drink.
She looked up to see Wufei watching her. His eyes not leaving hers he said; "That is dishonorable. How can we make Trieze give up his life for his daughter. She would not be able to live with the fact that she was included the plans that killed Trieze."
'Well at least someone understands." She thought looking up at Heero.
"Wufei, it's the only plan we haven't tried to get to His Excellency. She will be treated with as much respect as any other OZ soldier...none." Heero spat out.
"Get her upstairs. Wufei, your room is the only one with the outside lock on it, she'll be sleeping there." Heero ordered, stalking out of the kitchen. After a moment of silence Quatre piped up;
"He really is a nice guy."
Mariemeia would've laughed at the blond angels joke under any other circumstances except this one.
TBC...
A/N: Let me know what you think!
