Eternally Yours
Disclaimer: Yup, you got it, this gal does NOT own Gundam Wing.
A/N - Sorry guys! I'm so sorry this took so long, i guess i got caught up in exams and stuff, but here it is at long last. Yes it is considerably shorter than the last ones, by about five pages lol, but yeah, it's here and that's what counts.
burgandy3721 - Thanks so much for the review, Yeah, i liked Trowa in the last one too lol, his whole, 'So what? i talk...' part i really had to stick in there lol. Yeah well... Lafeia is kind of preoccupied at themin to talk to Jade, you'll see what i mean in this chapter! hehe (laughs evilly! Joking! i care honestly)
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Chapter seven: Fatal disasters
Lafeia sighed, for what seemed like the millionth time since she had arrived there. It was so depressing, thinking that she had just given her whole life away, even if it was for a good cause, such as the peace of the earth and the colonies.
But she was only eighteen and at eighteen she shouldn't have had to devote her life to imprisonment, she should be out doing what regular teenagers do, partying, dating, having fun and just plain living.
She felt trapped, like a rat in a cage or a wild bird in confinement. She was locked inside a room, and she was sure that she was not going to get out anytime soon. There were no windows, and all she had was a door, which was bolted shut and heavily guarded from the other side.
Stupid guards, if I wasn't so damned weak I could fight them all off and get out of here. But that would be stupid, after all, I'm in here for a reason, I'm preventing the peace from being shattered.
She coughed violently, her whole abdomen seemed to heave up and her lungs wanted to give in and stop working. The pain surged through her body like electricity, stinging every inch of her body and hammering in her head.
Clutching at her throat, she grasped her hand around her larynx to ease the throbbing ache, but this only made it worse. Lafeia doubled over, and with her other hand, covered her mouth. Heaving and coughing she hastily made her way towards the bathroom and threw her head over the toilet seat. As she coughed up everything that she had eaten that day, she faintly noticed the blood that stained the inside of her hands, her eyes widened with shock as she glanced back down into the basin. The whole rim was crimson red and her blood was diffusing with the water in the bowl. Lafeia turned her head away, not being able to look at the sight any longer. Blood she could deal with, but when it came in large quantities from her body, she couldn't even endure the thought of it.
Wiping away the residue blood that stained her lips, she walked over to the mirror and as she glared at her reflection, she was disgusted at what she saw. Her face was pale and gaunt, her eyes were dead and dull and her hair was plastered to her face, lifelessly. The bags under her eyes had become saggy and the skin around her eyes seemed to be sinking into the sockets. Lafeia shuddered and turned away, starting to make her way into the bedroom.
She had only made it to the doorway before her head started playing its little tricks again.
'No, no not again-' she leant heavily against the doorframe, breathing in and out deeply, and waiting for the pain to die down again. Her face flushed hot and she felt scorching flames dance through her body, her pulse quickened to a dangerously fast pace and she swayed unsteadily on the spot as an excruciating pain thrashed inside her skull. Her heart was thumping against her ribcage noisily, and along with the pain in her head, her mind decided it had had enough and tried to black out to ease the pain.
'No.' She fought against the blackness that tried to overwhelm her and staggered towards her bed. The room was spinning uncontrollably and there was a deafening ringing in her ears, which synchronised with the throbbing ache in her body, she took one last step before her body gave way to the darkness, and she fell to the ground, out cold before she collided with the soft-carpeted surface.
-8-
Adam groaned as he awoke from his nightmarish dream, he sat up quickly and afterwards realised that it wasn't the best idea. He clutched his head with his hands, digging his fingers into the temples and massaging them roughly.
His body felt weak and his muscles ached as he tried to move. His falling asleep on the couch probably wasn't the best thing for him either.
Alex suddenly appeared in front of him with a large beaker of water.
"How are you? You drank a hell of a lot last night. Hah, I bet you're suffering for it now." Adam wanted to reach up and wipe the smirk of his friend's face, with a blow to his stomach, but he couldn't find the energy.
"I'm fi-" his voice gave out before he had a chance to finish his sentence, he tried clearing his throat, but it was parched and dry. Alex shoved the beaker of water into his hand.
"Drink," he ordered. Adam downed the beaker in a few seconds and thrust it back into Alex's hands; he then collapsed back down onto the sofa, a light layer of perspiration forming on his forehead. Alex sighed, and walked into the bathroom to find him a facecloth. He came back, throwing the dampened cloth onto Adam's head and closed the curtains, shielding Adam from the light that was most likely burning his sensitive eyes.
"Oh man, the things I get myself into." Alex complained as he sunk down into the soft chair opposite his friend.
Adam suddenly stood up, still clasping his head in his hands and leaving the facecloth to fall onto the sofa. He sauntered into the kitchen and once there he scoured through the cupboards, searching everywhere for some form of painkillers. He found a packet of aspirins at the back of one of the cupboards and downed two with a glass of water.
He wandered back into the living room, still slightly unsteady on his legs and collapsed once again on the sofa, occupying his still warm spot and pulling the facecloth back onto his head.
After closing his eyes again, a guilty feeling washed over him and he suddenly remembered what had happened the day before. Everything he had tried to drown out of his system came back to him, bringing with it a flood of mixed emotions that were ten times stronger than they had been.
He sighed, running a hand through his dark blonde hair and sat up. He could still feel Alex's prying eyes scanning over him, as if fearing that he was going to drop dead any second.
"Alex?" He asked his voice was deep and husky from lack of use.
"Yes Adam?" Alex answered, relaxing now that Adam was talking again.
"Do you know what Michael is up to?" Adam asked him, his features displaying concern and anxiety.
"Sorry what?" Alex frowned at him, not understanding the question.
"Do you know what he has planned? What he's going to do with Lafeia?"
"Who?" Alex asked, still bewildered.
"Lafeia, the girl that we kidnapped, you know… the girl." Adam told his friend, becoming slightly frustrated. Sometimes he wondered how his friend had attained such a high IQ; he seemed so dozy most of the time.
"Oh-" Alex said, his eyebrows raising in comprehension, "your girl."
"No," Adam snapped back at him, "she's not my girl, but I think you know which one I'm talking about. Has Michael let you in on any of his plans? He won't tell me anything, he seems to think that my connections to her will hinder my capability of completing the task appropriately."
"Nah man, sorry, I don't actually think he's told anyone his plans. You know Michael, better than any of us actually, he likes his privacy, and if he hasn't told you, he won't tell anyone." Alex suspiciously eyed his friend, who was now staring distractedly at his feet.
"Well have you got any idea whatsoever? I… I really need to know." Adam didn't look up at his friend, knowing that if his eyes came into contact with his, his friend would know everything that he didn't want him to.
"I have a suspicion if that's any use to you?" Adam's gaze nearly met his friend's as he tried to look up in anticipation, but he caught himself before he could do anything stupid.
"Yeah, what have you got?" He asked
"I was thinking that he's probably planning on something like this colony's seclusion from the others and breaking out of the ESUN and colonies peace pact. And maybe-" he grimaced and then shook his head, discarding his train of thoughts, "never mind, it's stupid. It was just another one of my ludicrous train of thoughts."
This time Adam's head managed to shoot up in curiosity, his own gaze meeting his friend's. He knew of these 'ludicrous train of thoughts' and they usually ended up being extremely close to the truth.
"No, go on, I'm interested."
"It's just a hunch, but I feel that this whole affair may have something to do with the gundam pilots." Alex shrugged and turned his gaze back to the mug of coffee that he held in his hands, swirling the dark brown liquid around at the bottom of the cup.
Adam's eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. Could the pilots possibly be involved in this situation and if so why? Besides, what has this to do with Lafeia…?
"Right okay, so you think the Gundam pilots are involved in this plot?" Alex nodded his head solemnly.
"I guess he thinks that holding them hostage may gain him the upper hand in this situation. I mean the Gundam pilots are the ones who pulled the whole peace thing together and maybe they could be the key to pulling it apart. He could be thinking of bargaining with the earth. Like, if this colony were to be freed from the agreement, they would get the pilots back. But I dunno, it's kind of foolish of you ask me, so many things could go wrong." An awkward silence settled between them as they both considered the idea.
"What has this to do with Lafeia though? How is holding her hostage going to get him anywhere? He needs to find someone important to the Gundam pilots.
"Maybe she has a connection to them," Alex answered, voicing his own thoughts.
"I don't know, but for some reason, I doubt it, she's just a girl, how could she know the famous Gundam pilots?" And why would she want to?
Alex sighed, knowing that this conversation wasn't getting them anywhere.
"Why are you so inquisitive to all of this anyway? You've never questioned Michael's plans before; I thought that you trusted him."
"I just… I was just wondering." Adam answered and becoming agitated he stood up and started towards the door. Alex lifted his gaze once he heard him getting up.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked enquiringly.
"To find Michael, I need answers." Adam, picking up his pace, left the room and headed down the corridors to his boss's room.
"Uh oh," Alex jumped up and jolted out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him in his haste and sprinted down the corridor after his friend.
-8-
Michael was sitting silently in his office, sorting through paper work and trying not to let his guilt overflow his mind.
He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he had to do this, there was not other way, and yes, he was stealing the life of an innocent youth, but he was willing to sacrifice his dignity for the mission. It was all for the mission.
He looked up from his work when he heard the door open and found that he was facing a rather flustered Adam Roster.
"Adam, why it's nice to see you again so soon, after all I thought you would be still sore at me from what happened yesterday, but you and I both know that I did what I had to do. We cannot have any interference." He said politely. Adam didn't speak, he just stood in front of his desk, glaring down at him coldly.
"To what do I owe this visit?"
"Are you going to tell me what your plan is? Or are you going to leave me in the dark because you don't trust me?" Adam asked him, his voice just as cold as his glare.
"Adam you know that's not the case, I just-"
"That is the case! And I know it, so don't lie to me or make up any lame excuses," Adam interrupted, "I thought that we were close enough for you to trust me with something like this, no?"
"Adam!" Alex cried as he entered the room, having only caught up to his somewhat stubborn friend. He walked over to him quickly, and grabbing his elbow, attempted to remove him from the room. However, Adam tugged away from his grasp, not turning to face him, but still glaring at Michael for an answer.
"Adam, please, you have to see this from my point of view, you're not thinking with an open mind right now." Michael told him, beginning to grow worried at Adam's irrational behaviour; he hadn't ever acted like this before.
"I'm not thinking with an open mind? Hah! Yes, I am… I know exactly why you're not telling anybody… You don't trust anyone-" Alex tugged his friend away from the desk and at this, Adam spun around, now glaring at Alex. "What are you doing? Don't you want to find out what's happening?" He asked in an angry whisper.
"I'm saving your ass. The only thing you're doing right now is getting us both fired, you idiot, you're not going to find out what's happening with that attitude." Alex replied, also keeping voice down.
Michael glared over suspiciously, at the two men, who were whispering fiercely to one another. After a while, Alex turned towards him, his mouth pulled into an apologetic smile.
"Sorry sir, I guess he just took a little too many painkillers, they must be clouding his mind and preventing him from thinking properly. I'll take him back to his room now."
Alex grabbed his friends arm firmly, holding it a little tighter than necessary, but with Adam, you could never predict his next moves. Just as they were about to walk out the door, Adam spun around to Michael and shrugged his friends arm away.
"Where is she?" Adam called. He knew that he didn't need to be specific as to who 'she' was, as Michael would undoubtedly already know. Michael sighed, and lifted his head from his paperwork again. He stared into Adam's eyes, which were hazed with a deep concern.
"I moved her, she's not in her old cell anymore," He told him reluctantly, "she's on the underground floor, the second corridor, room number two."
Adam turned on his heel, ready to leave the room when Michael called after him again.
"Roster," Adam froze, they were back to formalities again, "She is NOT to leave the room, and that's an order!" Adam nodded his head and left the room.
Alex was waiting patiently for him in the corridor, curiosity apparent on his face.
"What happened in there?" He asked.
"Nothing," Adam told him, brushing off the topic, "Look, I'm going to go check up on Lafeia and I don't want you to come, could you just go back to my room?"
Alex looked very uncertain and was hesitant to leave him on his own. He was told to keep an eye on him, and he didn't like disobeying his orders.
"I don't know Adam, I think I'll just tag alo-" He gulped as he met Adam's perilous glare. "Okay, but just don't do anything… stupid, ok?"
Adam threw him a look that screamed, 'are you serious?' before turning on his heel and walking briskly down the long corridor.
Alex sighed, regretful that he had let him go so easily, he contemplated following him, but decided that he would like to keep his life and walked back to Adam's room.
-8-
Adam raced down two flights of stairs, taking three steps at a time. Something in his head was telling him that he needed to get to her quickly; something just didn't feel quite right.
Once he reached the last few stairs, he jumped, landing heavily on his feet and darted down the corridor, whilst trying to jog his memory to remember where exactly, room number two was situated. He came to a division in the corridors, and stopped, glancing down each one, his instincts were telling him to turn right, whilst his memory was telling him to turn left. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and decided on sticking with his instincts, briefly hoping that they would take him to the right place.
He ran to the right, his heavy military boots thundering quite loudly through the corridors and echoing off the desolate walls.
After a while, he came to a faded, dull and worn out door, which was rotting in places due to the dampness seeping through the walls from the soil, which was now surrounding them. Standing beside the door, were two well-built guards, Michael obviously hadn't underestimated the power of the girl that he was dealing with.
After the guards had unlocked the door, they nodded to him, allowing him to enter. He placed his hand on the doorknob and inhaled, trying to gain his composure, before twisting it.
A sweet yet musty scent reached his nose as he inhaled the new air. He recognised the sweet scent; he had always associated it with Lafeia, the other mustiness he realised, must have been from the lack of windows and fresh air.
Glancing around, Adam noticed that the girl was not lying on the bed, where he first thought that she would be. Whilst scanning the room further, something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He spun around to discover that Lafeia was lying, draped across the floor and unmoving. He rushed over to her and kneeling down beside her, he grabbed her wrist, checking her pulse. Her heart rate was dangerously low and he could tell immediately that she was in critical health. She needed medical attention now.
Alarm bells started ringing in his head, hindering all of his rational thoughts. His own heart rate was now extremely fast, and his breathing had quickened considerably, panting and in shock, he leant forward, brushing her hair away from her face and gasping at what he saw.
Crimson blood tainted her deathly pale skin around the edges of her mouth and painted her lips a deep shade of red, making the contrast between her lips and skin even more noticeable. Her hair was messed and tangled into knots, and she had deep dark rings under her eyes.
Adam placed his hands underneath her neck and her legs, and standing up, he cradled her small body in his arms.
"Open the door!" He yelled to the guards outside, they immediately obeyed his orders and he found himself face to face with the burly men. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" He asked them, releasing his pent up anger and stress upon the men standing in front of him, "Were your orders not to guard the girl? That also means making sure that she does not DIE!" The guards exchanged worried glances, and then looked back to him awkwardly.
"Sir, we didn't know that anything was wrong with her." One of the men told him.
"Well, could you not have thought of looking?" Adam growled, "Look, never mind now, just go and inform Michael of what has happened."
The guards stared at him blankly and he sighed, frustrated.
"Inform 'Cromer', now go!" He yelled and the two guards took off down the corridor hurriedly.
Adam stared down at the small figure in his arms and his gaze softened, he could feel and hear her breathing getting shallower by the second; he didn't have much time left before she would leave him… forever. He needed to get her to the infirmary, immediately.
"Better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all." --St. Augustine
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