Chapter 15

I opened my eyes slowly and looked around, the room was dark and I was inbetween silk sheets. I raised my arm to my head and groaned softly. My left arm was a dull ache. The sheet slipped and I wasn't clothed. I gasped and pulled the sheet around me and sat up to get a better look around the room. I felt groggy and dull witted. A light clicked on in the corner of the room and I was momentarily blinded.

"You're finally awake..." A voice came from the light. I blinked a few times and the figure stood up and walked over twoards the bed. My eyes adjusted slowly as I blinked at Milliardo.

"Milly," I whispered softly. I shivered slightly and wrapped the sheet tighter around my body. The sheet was a dark burgandy and the rest of the room was in shades of red. A crimson day bed sat across from the bed with atleast a foot or two between the two of them. It was a rather large room. There were burgandy and black pillows strewn across it, and a crimson bed spread was haphazardly thrown on the floor.

"I thought I was going to loose you again." He whispered softly, he was shirtless and his mask was no where to be seen.

I looked at him with a bewildered expression. I was confused, as if a white cloud was over my mind and I couldn't push past it. "What did you give me?" My voice was thick and groggy.

"Something to ease the pain." He replied as he looked down at me.

I slid to the edge of the bed and let my legs hang over the side, "Where am I, and where the hell are my cloths?" I asked, my anger bubbling up to push the grogginess back.

"You are in my appartment, and your cloths are right over there." He pointed to the floor near the day bed, which was closer to him than I actually wanted. I wasn't sure how much he had changed and I didn't exactly trust him anymore.

"My gun?" I asked as I walked towards my pile of clothing on the floor.

"Why were you carrying a gun anyway?" His expression looked blank but there was something like anger behind his eyes. Was he angry at me? I asked myself.

"You know it isn't entirly safe on Earth anymore... Look at what is happening in the Colonies and what is happening down here." I sighed softly and looked down at the floor, "I'm not exactly the kind hearted little girl you knew. I learned to be tough a long time ago." I continued towards my cloths, as he watched me as if he was a cat watching a bird. It made me a bit nervous. "Our meeting didn't exactly go as I had planned." I muttered softly as I reached my cloths.

"It didn't go as I had planned either, I didn't think that you would have gotten shot either." His voice was a low growl.

"What do you want me to tell you?" I turned towards him and found that he was standing behind me. I looked up at him, my anger was evident in my eyes, "Do you want me to tell you who shot me? Do you want me to give you my entire life story that I spent away from the only friend that I have ever had?"

"Yeah I would like to know who shot you." His voice softened slightly. He looked down at me his eyes were filled with something I didn't understand.

"Well I took care of it. So it really doesn't matter who shot me or not." My throat tightened at the thought of him, and I turned away before I could cry. I reached down and picked up my clothing. My Firestar was a hard lump in the middle of it all. I pressed my cloths against my chest and sighed softly. "Now if you don't mind I need to get dressed and then go house searching."

He started walking towards the door and then looked at me, "You can stay here you know." He then opened the door and stepped out, shutting it behind him. I stood there for a few seconds staring at the door and sighed softly. I then quickly put my cloths back on along with the Firestar. If only he knew how many more weapons I have... I thought.

I walked to the door and opened it. The hall was done in shades of purple. From the pale lilac of the walls, to the dark violet of the picture frames of nothing in particular. I looked up and down the hall and saw no sight of Milliardo. At the end of the hall was a door that was slightly ajar. I started towards the door, the carpet, which was a dark amethyst, was spongy under foot. As I got closer to the door I heard Milliardo on the vid phone with someone.

What news do you have on her at this point Zechs? The voice said.

"Just the fact that she got shot and she arrived on earth sometime today, she wouldn't tell me much more." Milliardo replied.

Do you know how she got shot? The voice sounded inquisitive.

"She wouldn't tell me how she got shot or who shot her for that matter." He sounded a bit upset that I wouldn't tell him. "She just said that it was dangerous in the colonies at this time." I guess it was a bit obvious that they were talking about me. I edged closer to the door to hear a bit better.

Ah, I see... Well see if you could get more information out of her. The voice replied back. She may be of use to us. I raised an eyebrow at that.

"She'll hopefully be staying with me. I might be able to get more out of her." Milliardo said softly as if he suspected that I was out here. I was getting curious on who he was talking to.

Alright. Give me a report tomarrow on what you find out. The voice replied evenly. Trieze out. The light flashed out and I quickly walked back towards the room I was in. I opened the door and sat down on the bed. What the hell am I going to do? I thought. I stood back up and walked towards the door when Milliardo appeared in front of it. He had a shirt on this time and his mask.

"Why do you wear that mask?" I asked curiosity getting the better of me. He just shruged it off and smiled down at me.

"So are you going to stay here?" He asked in all seriousness. It seemed as though he was eager to keep me there. "I don't want you disappearing on me again."

"Oh I dunno." I replied. "I need to get my stuff from where I left it. I also need to look for a job to get some cash flow." He looked thoughtfull for a second and then smiled at me again.

"I think I can get you a job at where I work, and you can borrow my motercycle to get your stuff."

"Where do you work?" I inquired, with a bemused expression on my face.

"Oz." He replied as he watched my face closely.