Oh yeah, time for chapter two. And I forgot my disclaimer so here it is. Also, as an added note when I posted the first chapter of the story I was unaware that it would not put the spacers between when I changed characters and settings. I realize it was slightly confusing, and so I'll work harder on fixing that. My apologies, and please enjoy chapter two.
Armygundamgirl: Thanks lots for the motivation. I hope I don't let you down, and be sure to let me know if I start. )
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Believe In Me
"Hilde…Jake is a waste of time, thought, tears, and heartache. I wish that he would torture you like this. I can sit here over the phone and say this same thing over and over to you, but it won't make a difference until you listen to me." All Duo received for his efforts was a choked sob from the over side. Duo heaved a might sigh. He had been sitting here trying to convince her that Jake was not the only man out there. That there were many more fish in the sea. For two solid hours. A solution came to mind.
"Why don't you and I go for ice cream after work. Perhaps having a little fun will get your mind off of him?" A rather distorted 'yes' was mumbled from the other side of the phone line.
"Alright…I'm going to let you go now alright?" Same reply. He bade her to rest before hanging up. Duo sighed once more, rubbing his bloodshot eyes. His own heart gave a meek cry. A strangled plea that he call her back and tell her how much that HE cared. How he would fly to the moon and back again for her. How he would fight a million wars for her to know just how much he loved her. But each and every time this situation arose he promised himself he would wait until her heart healed. That if the two of them were meant to be then fate would tie them together. But the days went by and Hilde shed more tears while Duo sat and listened, shoving his heart into a locked container and offering the best of his condolences. Dragging himself out of bed was the only thing he found himself capable of, since sleep was out of the question. Rather sluggishly he walked into the kitchen and set the coffee maker to brew. 'Not even a hangover', he mused. To the bathroom he strode, placing his hands on each side of the tiny countertop and leaning his weight there. His reflection glared rebelliously back at him.
"Hell, there's no way I'd go out with you." He muttered jokingly at his reflection. That trademark grin found its way on his lips as he set to re-arranging his hair into a more suitable braid.
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The gleaming laptop screen displayed a map of an airport complex to the eyes of a working Heero Yuy. Expertly he typed in codes and numbers, pulling up more important and rather secretive files. While Dr. J had demanded of him to come to their new base set, he had not given the former pilot means of transport. The scientist obviously new that this soldier was more than capable of hijacking a plane on his own. And indeed that was what the Perfect Soldier was up to. Satisfied with his memorization of his own strategy and the maps of the entire facility, he set off. Dressed casually in a pair of dark blue jeans and a loose fitting jacket of likewise fitting tanktop, the pilot strode onto the scene of his victim. This high class and well reputed airport would no doubt hold many nice vehicles of which he could man on his own and would carry him to outer space. He strode through the main doors, looking very much the everyday casual citizen. He walked easily towards the sitting area, but beyond that was a door for employees only. That was where he wanted to go. Rounding a corner, he quietly waited for an opportune moment. Out of sight, that opportunity presented itself quickly and rather painlessly. Swiftly he brought his hand up into the employee's throat, catching his dead weight and dragging him inconspicuously through the door. He undressed the man, donning his uniform and leaving his own clothes in a bag, which he carried with him. The man would not awake. His throat was collapsed. A minor death of a man that had been in the way between him and his mission, Yuy deemed, and thought nothing more of it. He strode onward, pulling a lock card from the pocket of that man's pants, sliding it across the tightly sealed door.
"Verification number please." A monotonous woman's voice spoke out, computerized. Without delay Heero punched in several numbers. Hacking into the main frame had brought up numerous codes and deals. But there was always a back up number and Heero needed that and only that. The steel door slid open, and he strode into the main hanger. Voices yelled and barked out directions and orders. Shuttles were going and leaving. Water was sprayed from high pressure hoses to clean off the newly parked shuttles. Unnoticed among all of the commotion Heero slipped down the stairs to where private shuttles were held. At smaller such airports private shuttles tended to not be parked anywhere in sight. But at bigger airports such as this it was quite the opposite. In his hand he held a card. One he used for many such missions. It allowed him to fake almost any type of identification card, but alerted the main computer and its operators. In this case, by the time those coffee cup handling bums noticed something askew, he would be long gone.
He did not bother to stop and consider which private shuttle he wanted to take. He strode straight for a government plane. This one was placed conveniently near a take-off route, and the government shuttles also tended to be much faster, safer, and easier to man. Using the afore mentioned card, he typed in a verification number and slipped inside. Flicking several switches brought the shuttle to life and swiftly he worked his way to the pilot's seat. Starting the engine brought a main screen on, and a view of his open getaway. Heero paused as a face presented itself in the blank screen.
"This plane is not authorized for take-off, and the pilot is therefore in danger of arrest for stealing." Heero momentarily stared at the screen, considering his next course of actions. He was not much for responding, and therefore shut off communications and pushed the shuttled forwards. He demanded instant speed of the device and it gave. Frantic workers struggled to get away from the oncoming threat of a speeding shuttle. It took wing as soon as it was free of the hanger, taking flight for the stars.
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"Sir, are you sure it's safe?" A worried employee asked carefully of the blonde.
"Of course. She isn't dangerous. She's just scared." Quatre said simply. When the look upon the other's face spoke of not being convinced, Quatre just shook his head, a kind and patient smile in place.
"I'll be fine." With that the blonde turned back to the mare and lifted the pad onto her back. He had spent the past day grooming her and cleaning out her cuts along with feeding her on protein rich supplements. No doubt she was recovering fast. She was a gorgeous creature of the fine Arabian bloodlines. How anyone could torture her he knew not. He cherished her, and she responded with a comfortable attitude. She seemed to warm up to him every second, but when a stranger was in view she often times grew possessive, violent, or highly flighty. Surely she would come to know others well, but first her inner scars would have to mend. Quatre was here for her until then.
"She is very beautiful." A small feminine voice spoke from behind him. The mare's ears swung forwards, her eyes alert. But oddly enough she did not react, merely watched carefully. Quatre slowly turned about, staring into the face of a girl. Now where had he seen her before? Ah yes, she was a worker in the stables. She tended to many of the feeds and such. A smile spread across his lips.
"Thank-you. Do you ride?" He asked carefully, attempting to settle a comfortable and not so awkward conversation, though he felt as though he were failing miserably. She smiled and shook her head.
"I am not allowed." Simple were her words, untouched by any emotion of sorrow or regret. Quatre noted the robes she was rapped in, and the trademark way of how half her face was rapped. He furrowed his brow slightly, always disdainful of the old ways of his people.
"Well…maybe one day you will…" He said softly. Instantly he felt remorse for the girl. While she did not let her forlorn demeanor creep into her voice, he could see it as clear as day in her eyes. She seemed not to noticed his dutiful studying of her though, and brushed away his comment.
"Would you like help with her?" She offered, stepping close to the front of the mare slowly. He was about to object. About to tell her to be careful and that maybe when she had settled in she could help. But the girl had already reached her hand to the neck of the magnificent equine and gently pet her.
"She is so soft. You take good care of her." Quatre just about gaped like a fish.
"How did you…why…wow." He couldn't seem to get the words out of his mouth. Calming his surprise with a deep breath, he sighed. "Thanks. You're good with the horses you know. Maybe you can help me with her?" A smile that reached the girl's eyes told him her answer, and from there on he knew he had a partner in crime in caring for this fiery creature. He righted the saddle pad, and reached for the saddle. Perhaps he could free more than just this equine? The thought was on the edge of his mind, but not yet had it reached full bloom to be realized.
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