Wow, Chapter Three this soon, what can I say. Well anyway. I would like to
thank those who reviewed and I hope you'll like the third chapter to the
story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, wish I did though. But since I don't Bandai, can't sue me because I put in the disclaimer.
Well on with the story.
Expressed Actions and Written Words
Chapter 3: The Search Has..... BEGUN!!!!!
By:Tojot
5:00 am shown on the motel clock as she finished repacking her stuff. She pulled on motorcycling leathers and the backpack and left the motel room that served as a temporary refuge. It was still in the pre-dawn light. Holding onto the slip of paper that had an address and directions on it. Kate so willingly gave her this address, she might as well check it out. From the looks of the address it looked like it was in part of what used to be Ireland, before OZ took it over and turned it into a training ground during the war. She climbed onto her bike, started it up and took off.
She stopped about 3 hours later to take a rest from the long ride and pulled off the road. She never thought that so long on a bike could be so tiring. Sat down on the side of the road and opened her pack. It was about breakfast time and she was in the middle of nowhere and not even close to a restaurant. She admired the beauty of her surroundings. The road that she was on was built on a mountain slope that over looked green hills, lush valleys, and rocky slopes. The cool breeze swept through her recently cut and dyed hair. It felt strange not to have the hair on her neck. For as long as she could remember she always had long hair. But now it was no more. Breakfast was quickly eaten but looking at the surroundings took awhile. She had to pull herself away from the fantastic view of the scenery. Hopping back on her bike she looked again and then left. Her journey wasn't over with yet, she still had a long way to go and she wasn't even close to halfway. She figured that she was near the boarder of former Scotland. There was a bridge that connected the large islands at the shortest distance, hardly anyone took it anymore because it was just as cheap to take a plane from London to Dublin, and it was quicker too. But Relena wanted to take the lowest profile route. A route that no one would think that she would take. What turned out to be interesting is that this trip was more relaxing than stressful just because she was in no hurry. No one could find her easily out here, not even Heero. "Not even Heero...." she murmured to herself as she rode out of the forest and onto the bridge. The blue ocean surrounded her on both sides as the salt air invaded her nostrils.
*~*~*~
"Achoo!" Heero finally sneezed after his nose had been itching for at least an hour. The dust had to be at least an inch thick under Relena's large bed. But nothing was found that might tell them were she went.
"Ow!" Heero's head bumped into an object that was purposely lodged in between the mattress and the bed frame. It came loose and dropped to the floor with a thump, stirring up the dust and causing Heero to sneeze again. It was small and was hard to see in the newly stirred dust, but when he picked it up and dusted it off, he saw what it was and quickly stuffed it into his shirt.
"Find something?" Duo asked as he lifted the bed skirt to peek under.
"No." Heero lied as he came from under the bed, dusting the dust bunnies from his shirt and pants, he didn't want Duo to know that he had actually found Relena's diary! To Duo, nothing was sacred. If he got his hands on her diary, he would never leave her alone about it.
"Well I found something." Duo said as he placed a drawer on the bed and started rummaging through it. "She had quite a stash!" Duo continued as he pulled out an unopened canister of Pringles.
"Once you pop you can't stop." Duo quoted the commercial as he opened the canister and popped a chip into his mouth. Only the incorrigible Duo would consider Relena's junk food stash more important than finding Relena. With a grunt of disgust directed at his best friend and his eating habits, Heero left the room.
"What!" Duo yelled as he grabbed a bag of gummy bears and followed his friend out of the room.
"Seriously, how does Hilde even stand you?" Heero said, reverting back to monotone.
"How do I stand who?" Hilde said coming up behind them, "YUM GUMMY BEARS! Thanks Duo." She said as she took the gummy bears from Duo, kissed braided boy on the cheek and walked away. With that, Heero had received his answer.
"She's just like you!" Heero said in disgust.
*~*~*~
It took about half an hour to cross the bridge and she was on her way south to Dublin, and from Dublin to Cork. (Atn: yes, Cork is a city, I even looked it up in the atlas) Then from Cork she would go west to Bantry Bay. Relena had heard that the oil refinery had been destroyed in a battle and that Bantry bay was now a partial ghost town, she had also heard that there was an Oz base there until a Gundam invaded it. She didn't know which one, but cared not to know, war was something that greatly displeased her.
She stopped to take another rest, along the beach at Cork. She had already finished a good part of her traveling, but at this time she would continue it in the morning. Riding on a motorcycle for 13 straight hours could make anyone want to loathe the wretched things. A thought struck her mind; she couldn't continue using her name unless she wanted to be caught, and that was one thing she didn't want. She needed to think of a new name and fast before she could go any further. She smelled an interesting flavor. Smoked fish. It was coming from a small restaurant called SAM'S Grill n Pub. It hit like a ton of bricks. "Sam, huh. It might work." She thought out loud. Now she needed a last name. She had run out of all ideas and slumped in the sand because of discouragement as the sun set behind her. She stood up and dusted herself off.
"I will be living in this area, what would be a proper last name that would have no one think I am foreign?" She asked herself. She walked back to the bike that had brought her this far and climbed on and drove off only to be stopped at a red light. Relena looked at the name of the street she had come to. O'Malley was it's name. She grinned. She had just completed her alter ego's name. Samantha O'Malley. Finding a hotel, Relena quickly checked in using her new name and went to her room. Removing her clothing she took a hot bath. Since the water felt so comforting, she would catch herself dozing off. She decided to get out of the tub, after her face accidentally went under the water while dozing, causing her to come up coughing and sputtering. She quickly dried off and changed into clean white t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. Switching on the TV as she climbed into the bed. There was a sudden news brief and it was about her. She quickly turned up the volume.
"This is a news update on the disappearance of the Vice Minister Darlian. There are no leads to her whereabouts, but her brother has taken over her duties for the time being until an election can be held for a new one. We go to John who arranged a meeting with Mr. Peacecraft."
"Thank you Vicki, So what do you think of the sudden disappearance of your sister?" John asked
"She couldn't have done it at the worst of times, it was rather irresponsible of her. But I hope we can find her and bring her back before the election takes place." Zechs commented. Heero could be seen behind him and looked as if he was an unimportant bodyguard. But it looked as if they had been in a fight against each other. They had scratches and bruises all over their faces. The reporter asked Milliardo about them. Millairdo looked behind him to Heero, turned back around and said, "Pent up frustrations." The interview continued.
"Catch me if you can Milliardo." She said as she flipped off the TV and the lamp and crawled into bed.
*~*~*~
He shot up in bed covered in a cold sweat. Nightmares had begun to haunt his dreams. It had been three days since her disappearance. Why did it bother him so much that she was gone? Maybe it had something to do with the gift that he gave to her for her birthday; and maybe the fact that he hadn't seen it around her room when he searched it? He turned on the lamp and quickly picked up a water glass and drank the rest of the contents, his eyes falling to the item on the table. Her diary. Every little confession and unknown desire contained within its pages. It was through luck that the precious little item had fallen into his hands. He couldn't bring himself to read it, especially if she meant it to be hidden from him and his intense Prussian blue eyes. He stood up and walked over to the table and ran his hand over its worn leather cover as if to get an answer. But none came. He wished to read it, but he wanted to give her her privacy. Temptation pulled at him to the point where he could not ignore it and leave it alone to its new resting place, his table. He stood there and stared at it for about an hour before he picked it up. He desperately had to find her and he would give up everything just to do it. Maybe it would provide a clue to her whereabouts. With that thought, he opened it. Relena had been such a mystery to him ever since he met her and her acts were somewhat sudden and surprising.
*~*~*~
It had been an hour since she had left the hotel, and she stopped off at a café for breakfast. She quickly ate, paid for the food and went on her way. She had a while to go before she reached her final destination.
After 3 hours, she rolled into Bantry Bay. The sun was shining strait down at her making the leather she wore incredibly hot. She found a local map in a phone book and found that her destination was a few miles up the coastline of the small town. She drove up to a farmhouse. An old hound dog was asleep on the porch enjoying a nap in the cool sea breeze. There was an old man in a rocking chair right beside the dog. He was watching her. Quickly he brushed his whiskers and stood up slowly.
"What can I do fer ye, Lass?" He said as he slowly creaked down the steps.
"I was given this address by someone." Relena answered.
"Who was it who gave ye me address?" He questioned.
"She told me to call her Kate."
"So Kate was it."
"Yes."
"Well then, come with me; ye must be tired from yer journey?" He said as he led her inside. The dog stayed in her spot and continued to sleep. The place was clean and cozy.
"Since it be Kate that sent ye here, yer probably lookin' fer a place to stay, right?"
"Right." Relena said timidly.
"Are ye willin' enough to share a house with the likes o' me?"
"Your not perverted are you?"
"No me child, I was married, me wife and I had a nice life t'gether, that was until she died and I been lonely ever since."
"I am sorry to hear that. How long ago did she die?"
"Let's see." He did some quick mind calculation and came up with an answer, "It be twenty-five years now."
"I guess I could stay."
"Well then, come with me. By the way I never asked ye yer name?" He said as he led her up the stairs and to a room.
"Sam. Sam O'Malley."
"What a good strong name ye have. Well Sam, this is the spare room. Sorry it isn' much. But yer lucky enough to get yer own Washer Closet." He said as he opened the door to a small room. It had a small bed in the corner and it had little to no decoration, it was just simple. It reminded her of Heero.
"It'll do."
"Miss O'Malley I have wee few guidelines ye must follow while under this roof: Ye work for what ye get, the price of livin' hasn' been cheap, Ye'll be expected to earn yer keep. No drinken', No smoken', No gamblin', they're nasty little habits and I don' want 'em 'ere. I a fair man an' me name is John Ire, but everyone calls me Grampa or ol' man. I'll expect ye to call me either of the two. Understood?"
"Perfectly." Relena replied as she placed her helmet on the chair in the corner and put her bag on the floor.
"Now that that is settled, there is a stew on the stove if yer hungry." Grampa said with a grin. The mention of food started to make Relena's stomach growl. Her first day there went well, but she knew that she had a long way to go before things would settle down. Relena would do chores around the house until they became a routine; her regular speech was slowly being exchanged for the Irish brogue that was so commonly spoken around her. She even had her motorcycle and helmet go in for a few custom paint changes. Just to escape suspicion.
*~*~*~ Author's Note *~*~*~
Chapter 4: "Chance Encounter's of the Freaky Kind" will be awhile so be patient. Please Review so I can read your Opinions, 'Kay. To Rin6 about Feeling has Three Meanings; it might be awhile before I get the inspiration to do another chapter of it. It really has been a hard story to do since it was my first and I didn't really plan before I started it. Sorry for making you wait.
~Tojot~
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, wish I did though. But since I don't Bandai, can't sue me because I put in the disclaimer.
Well on with the story.
Expressed Actions and Written Words
Chapter 3: The Search Has..... BEGUN!!!!!
By:Tojot
5:00 am shown on the motel clock as she finished repacking her stuff. She pulled on motorcycling leathers and the backpack and left the motel room that served as a temporary refuge. It was still in the pre-dawn light. Holding onto the slip of paper that had an address and directions on it. Kate so willingly gave her this address, she might as well check it out. From the looks of the address it looked like it was in part of what used to be Ireland, before OZ took it over and turned it into a training ground during the war. She climbed onto her bike, started it up and took off.
She stopped about 3 hours later to take a rest from the long ride and pulled off the road. She never thought that so long on a bike could be so tiring. Sat down on the side of the road and opened her pack. It was about breakfast time and she was in the middle of nowhere and not even close to a restaurant. She admired the beauty of her surroundings. The road that she was on was built on a mountain slope that over looked green hills, lush valleys, and rocky slopes. The cool breeze swept through her recently cut and dyed hair. It felt strange not to have the hair on her neck. For as long as she could remember she always had long hair. But now it was no more. Breakfast was quickly eaten but looking at the surroundings took awhile. She had to pull herself away from the fantastic view of the scenery. Hopping back on her bike she looked again and then left. Her journey wasn't over with yet, she still had a long way to go and she wasn't even close to halfway. She figured that she was near the boarder of former Scotland. There was a bridge that connected the large islands at the shortest distance, hardly anyone took it anymore because it was just as cheap to take a plane from London to Dublin, and it was quicker too. But Relena wanted to take the lowest profile route. A route that no one would think that she would take. What turned out to be interesting is that this trip was more relaxing than stressful just because she was in no hurry. No one could find her easily out here, not even Heero. "Not even Heero...." she murmured to herself as she rode out of the forest and onto the bridge. The blue ocean surrounded her on both sides as the salt air invaded her nostrils.
*~*~*~
"Achoo!" Heero finally sneezed after his nose had been itching for at least an hour. The dust had to be at least an inch thick under Relena's large bed. But nothing was found that might tell them were she went.
"Ow!" Heero's head bumped into an object that was purposely lodged in between the mattress and the bed frame. It came loose and dropped to the floor with a thump, stirring up the dust and causing Heero to sneeze again. It was small and was hard to see in the newly stirred dust, but when he picked it up and dusted it off, he saw what it was and quickly stuffed it into his shirt.
"Find something?" Duo asked as he lifted the bed skirt to peek under.
"No." Heero lied as he came from under the bed, dusting the dust bunnies from his shirt and pants, he didn't want Duo to know that he had actually found Relena's diary! To Duo, nothing was sacred. If he got his hands on her diary, he would never leave her alone about it.
"Well I found something." Duo said as he placed a drawer on the bed and started rummaging through it. "She had quite a stash!" Duo continued as he pulled out an unopened canister of Pringles.
"Once you pop you can't stop." Duo quoted the commercial as he opened the canister and popped a chip into his mouth. Only the incorrigible Duo would consider Relena's junk food stash more important than finding Relena. With a grunt of disgust directed at his best friend and his eating habits, Heero left the room.
"What!" Duo yelled as he grabbed a bag of gummy bears and followed his friend out of the room.
"Seriously, how does Hilde even stand you?" Heero said, reverting back to monotone.
"How do I stand who?" Hilde said coming up behind them, "YUM GUMMY BEARS! Thanks Duo." She said as she took the gummy bears from Duo, kissed braided boy on the cheek and walked away. With that, Heero had received his answer.
"She's just like you!" Heero said in disgust.
*~*~*~
It took about half an hour to cross the bridge and she was on her way south to Dublin, and from Dublin to Cork. (Atn: yes, Cork is a city, I even looked it up in the atlas) Then from Cork she would go west to Bantry Bay. Relena had heard that the oil refinery had been destroyed in a battle and that Bantry bay was now a partial ghost town, she had also heard that there was an Oz base there until a Gundam invaded it. She didn't know which one, but cared not to know, war was something that greatly displeased her.
She stopped to take another rest, along the beach at Cork. She had already finished a good part of her traveling, but at this time she would continue it in the morning. Riding on a motorcycle for 13 straight hours could make anyone want to loathe the wretched things. A thought struck her mind; she couldn't continue using her name unless she wanted to be caught, and that was one thing she didn't want. She needed to think of a new name and fast before she could go any further. She smelled an interesting flavor. Smoked fish. It was coming from a small restaurant called SAM'S Grill n Pub. It hit like a ton of bricks. "Sam, huh. It might work." She thought out loud. Now she needed a last name. She had run out of all ideas and slumped in the sand because of discouragement as the sun set behind her. She stood up and dusted herself off.
"I will be living in this area, what would be a proper last name that would have no one think I am foreign?" She asked herself. She walked back to the bike that had brought her this far and climbed on and drove off only to be stopped at a red light. Relena looked at the name of the street she had come to. O'Malley was it's name. She grinned. She had just completed her alter ego's name. Samantha O'Malley. Finding a hotel, Relena quickly checked in using her new name and went to her room. Removing her clothing she took a hot bath. Since the water felt so comforting, she would catch herself dozing off. She decided to get out of the tub, after her face accidentally went under the water while dozing, causing her to come up coughing and sputtering. She quickly dried off and changed into clean white t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. Switching on the TV as she climbed into the bed. There was a sudden news brief and it was about her. She quickly turned up the volume.
"This is a news update on the disappearance of the Vice Minister Darlian. There are no leads to her whereabouts, but her brother has taken over her duties for the time being until an election can be held for a new one. We go to John who arranged a meeting with Mr. Peacecraft."
"Thank you Vicki, So what do you think of the sudden disappearance of your sister?" John asked
"She couldn't have done it at the worst of times, it was rather irresponsible of her. But I hope we can find her and bring her back before the election takes place." Zechs commented. Heero could be seen behind him and looked as if he was an unimportant bodyguard. But it looked as if they had been in a fight against each other. They had scratches and bruises all over their faces. The reporter asked Milliardo about them. Millairdo looked behind him to Heero, turned back around and said, "Pent up frustrations." The interview continued.
"Catch me if you can Milliardo." She said as she flipped off the TV and the lamp and crawled into bed.
*~*~*~
He shot up in bed covered in a cold sweat. Nightmares had begun to haunt his dreams. It had been three days since her disappearance. Why did it bother him so much that she was gone? Maybe it had something to do with the gift that he gave to her for her birthday; and maybe the fact that he hadn't seen it around her room when he searched it? He turned on the lamp and quickly picked up a water glass and drank the rest of the contents, his eyes falling to the item on the table. Her diary. Every little confession and unknown desire contained within its pages. It was through luck that the precious little item had fallen into his hands. He couldn't bring himself to read it, especially if she meant it to be hidden from him and his intense Prussian blue eyes. He stood up and walked over to the table and ran his hand over its worn leather cover as if to get an answer. But none came. He wished to read it, but he wanted to give her her privacy. Temptation pulled at him to the point where he could not ignore it and leave it alone to its new resting place, his table. He stood there and stared at it for about an hour before he picked it up. He desperately had to find her and he would give up everything just to do it. Maybe it would provide a clue to her whereabouts. With that thought, he opened it. Relena had been such a mystery to him ever since he met her and her acts were somewhat sudden and surprising.
*~*~*~
It had been an hour since she had left the hotel, and she stopped off at a café for breakfast. She quickly ate, paid for the food and went on her way. She had a while to go before she reached her final destination.
After 3 hours, she rolled into Bantry Bay. The sun was shining strait down at her making the leather she wore incredibly hot. She found a local map in a phone book and found that her destination was a few miles up the coastline of the small town. She drove up to a farmhouse. An old hound dog was asleep on the porch enjoying a nap in the cool sea breeze. There was an old man in a rocking chair right beside the dog. He was watching her. Quickly he brushed his whiskers and stood up slowly.
"What can I do fer ye, Lass?" He said as he slowly creaked down the steps.
"I was given this address by someone." Relena answered.
"Who was it who gave ye me address?" He questioned.
"She told me to call her Kate."
"So Kate was it."
"Yes."
"Well then, come with me; ye must be tired from yer journey?" He said as he led her inside. The dog stayed in her spot and continued to sleep. The place was clean and cozy.
"Since it be Kate that sent ye here, yer probably lookin' fer a place to stay, right?"
"Right." Relena said timidly.
"Are ye willin' enough to share a house with the likes o' me?"
"Your not perverted are you?"
"No me child, I was married, me wife and I had a nice life t'gether, that was until she died and I been lonely ever since."
"I am sorry to hear that. How long ago did she die?"
"Let's see." He did some quick mind calculation and came up with an answer, "It be twenty-five years now."
"I guess I could stay."
"Well then, come with me. By the way I never asked ye yer name?" He said as he led her up the stairs and to a room.
"Sam. Sam O'Malley."
"What a good strong name ye have. Well Sam, this is the spare room. Sorry it isn' much. But yer lucky enough to get yer own Washer Closet." He said as he opened the door to a small room. It had a small bed in the corner and it had little to no decoration, it was just simple. It reminded her of Heero.
"It'll do."
"Miss O'Malley I have wee few guidelines ye must follow while under this roof: Ye work for what ye get, the price of livin' hasn' been cheap, Ye'll be expected to earn yer keep. No drinken', No smoken', No gamblin', they're nasty little habits and I don' want 'em 'ere. I a fair man an' me name is John Ire, but everyone calls me Grampa or ol' man. I'll expect ye to call me either of the two. Understood?"
"Perfectly." Relena replied as she placed her helmet on the chair in the corner and put her bag on the floor.
"Now that that is settled, there is a stew on the stove if yer hungry." Grampa said with a grin. The mention of food started to make Relena's stomach growl. Her first day there went well, but she knew that she had a long way to go before things would settle down. Relena would do chores around the house until they became a routine; her regular speech was slowly being exchanged for the Irish brogue that was so commonly spoken around her. She even had her motorcycle and helmet go in for a few custom paint changes. Just to escape suspicion.
*~*~*~ Author's Note *~*~*~
Chapter 4: "Chance Encounter's of the Freaky Kind" will be awhile so be patient. Please Review so I can read your Opinions, 'Kay. To Rin6 about Feeling has Three Meanings; it might be awhile before I get the inspiration to do another chapter of it. It really has been a hard story to do since it was my first and I didn't really plan before I started it. Sorry for making you wait.
~Tojot~