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Chapitre Six…

Every thing went so fucking fast after that call. I did every thing, arrange the wedding, had Richard consult another doctor (sorry if I don't trust Mr. I-Prefer-Sally-Over-You Chang Fucking Wufei ) but Quatre forced me to put him on the list of guest so I had to oblige…it was part of his 'condition'…that has turned out to be quite a pain in my back.

I paused to rearrange one of the flowery …things on top of one of the many tables set on Quatre's lawn. To tell you the truth, I only oversaw the buying and design of the whole thing…at least I'm saving Rich the trouble…

Anyways , what was it…

And of course, I'm to invite Mr. and Mrs. Yuy along.

……… I can do it.

"After all…it's only been A FUCKING DECADE!" I roared, needing to get the frustration out of my chest.

Gasps could be heard behind my retreating form as I stomped off the grasses and went in the mansion.

I could hear my steps reverberate off the marble walls, making it seem as if there was a thundering army of scorn lovers rushing through the hall way. But it was just old me and right now I wanted to kill!

Why is Quatre making me do this? Why him of all people? And her? And what does he think doing this to me would accomplish? Why does Quatre think I would do this just to see him again?

You would do almost anything for him. He's so adorable, and still has a cute butt.

I glanced to the left in one of the windows, looking at my striding reflection…or what would have been my reflection if it wasn't for a black haired fiend looking at me, the one who had stolen my face, and was now talking in my head!

I stopped…and, not caring about how ridiculous, not to mention crazy, I would look if someone saw me, answered.

"Why are you still here, I thought I had gotten rid of you." I snarled.

Now, dear, you know those pills never keep me away for long…

And it smirked.

I signed a gun shooting at the side of my head and its amethyst eyes narrowed.

OH, what is that? A threat? Well watcha waiting for? Gonna kill yourself in order to get rid of me? Do it! I dare YAH!

Muttering under my breath, I turned around and silently trudged to my suitcase where my new best friends, my favorite pills, were waiting for me.

Downtown, in a basement office in an L2 mental facility, two doctors where in a heated discussion…the subject of their argument, why, no one else than Duo Maxwell, once a dangerous patient of the place …he would have been a permanent one if not for the intervention of one very affluent Gundam Pilot…his name, he had preferred to keep to himself.

"According to my records, he has been abusing the anti-hallucinogen pills you had prescribed him…do you know what effects it's bound to have on his body? I'm amazed he hasn't reported a complete liver failure by now…"

"You are forgetting one thing. He was a Gundam pilot."

"Moorad, his occupation has nothing to do with his health..."

"Actually, the scientists who had been captured before Operation Meteor had trained the pilots, and judging Maxwell immunity to most viruses, and …" Doctor Moorad searched among the papers scattered on his desk…he pulled a paper from a red manila folder.

"These are his body stats, taken after he had starved himself for three week…amazing aren't they." Moorad said a pleased look on his face as he examined his partner's dumbfounded look… "He's almost like an evolved human…in fact, he could be the next link... Him and the other pilots."

"These …they can't be correct."

"I'm afraid they are, Mendel. According to these, Duo Maxwell, I am afraid, cannot be considered human. And trust me, the pills aren't hurting him, in fact, they are just placebos."

"What?"

"Just vitamins, to replenish his blood, considering the fact that he tends to keep himself undernourished. Duo Maxwell's problem is purely emotional…as for the character he calls 'Shinigami'…I know not what to make of him…Mr. Maxwell may have shown signs of schizophrenia, but all medical exam shows him to have an slightly large brain…and see how this side his more developed than the rest…

They huddled together over the paper and reduced their speech to a low murmur.

To say that Heero Yuy was a cold man was the understatement of the century. You could stick coal up his ass and collect diamonds in less that a minute. He is anti-social, anti- every thing that was associated with relaxing and having a good time…and god forbid he be caught with a smile on his face!

His wife, Mrs. Relena Darlian-Peacecraft-Yuy, is far from the collected, morally strong, young woman she seemed to portray on the screens and to the public. Not only was she still obsessed with her husband of nearly 8 years, she was also one of the most disagreeable woman one could ever work for.

Ask poor Pagan.

For nearly 20 years now, he has toiled, bowed to and obeyed every little order the spoiled princess had given him, from piggy back rides to stalking an Ex-Gundam pilot turned Commander in Chief of the Preventers Earth Units, a position he could have easily traded for General of the Preventers-

A young page, hired not long ago came knocking at the massive doors of the receiving area where Pagan was sitting, hoping to give his old bones a little respite.

"Excuse me, Master Pagan, there is a phone call for Mr. Yuy, from Mr. Winner… he claims it to be of the utmost urgent mat-"

"Pass it through." Pagan planted a firm palm in his face, oh so frustrated.

The boy bowed, and left the room.

Anyways…yes…he would have held the highest office at the Preventers Interplanetary-

"Excuse me, Master Pagan," Another one interrupted, this time a maid in a tiny skirt, that appeared to be shorter than the standard length assigned to the entire Peacecraft-Yuy staff member Uniforms requirement.

"It is Mr. Quatre again, and he is asking for you."

A very weary and irritated pagan would have practically ripped the stupid piece of machinery out of the slut's hands if it wasn't dictated by the rules of etiquettes that any displays of annoyance are very disrespectful to both the employer and the entire staff.

"Hallo, Master Winner, what can I do for you this evening?"

"Well, Hello, Pagan, I would like you to deliver this phone to Heero, personally. And by Allah, if Relena tries to impede this phone call I would catch the first plane to Sanq to give that bitch of an employer of yours a tongue-lashing!"


"I am not going to be long, Wufei."

"No Woofers, or Waffles, or any derogatory nicknames to assign me, Duo? Could it be that you have actually matured over the years?" Wufei said, a bitter smirk marring his face.

"Listen, you bastard, first of all: don't give me a hard time. Do you think that if it was up to me you woulda heard my voice today? Think again, Cuntmaester, I aint wasting shit time on you! I only called yah because Quatre wanted me to, and it's only for him that I agreed to talk to your sorry ass. Now, are you coming to my wedding or not?"

"I am actually going to show up."

"Good. All I needed to know…bye." I hung up.

'Went better than I thought...' I mean, if he had said no, I wouldn't have cared, either.

A sigh escaped my lips. Quatre was the one telling me earlier that I shouldn't have let my emotional problems interfere with 'our family'…our family broke up when Yuy left us.

I was sitting in a large living room, filled with the golden rays of an evening sun reflecting off of the marble walls and tiles…the comfortable chair I was sitting on looked like it was made of white velvet and gold…

Too much luxury for my own tastes really… I guess when you live in garbage most of your life, you still retain a notion of humility….humbleness…

This, I pointed to the antique looking painting above a fire place large enough to fit ten people, was too much for me…but why did I enjoy being in this place? Was it because I had lacked most of my life, that I just wanted a taste of total lushness…

I took a sip from the glass of wine at my side. I was not really mad at Wufei…in fact…I was looking forward to seeing the gang reunited together. I had missed everyone. I'm not going to lie to myself about that. The pain of Heero's betrayal had had years to fade away. It was gone, really. What was left was just pure hate for the man and his ghoulish bride.

Here's a secret…I really wanted to see what the bastard looked like. All these years I turned away from his picture in the papers, turned off the screen when they showed him…but I am tired…of running. I am not afraid of seeing what he has become…someone…more stable than I could ever be.

I placed the cup on the marble coffee stand near me. I looked out the window I was facing, and admired the sunset…soon the golden rays turned red and the room looked unreal…I looked at my hands…my long fingers, my black nail polish chipping away, and almost laughed at the absurdity of this situation.

"Would you please let me talk to him, Relena? This has nothing to do with you, so please…"

"Anything that has to do with Heero has to do with me, Quatre. I am his wife; there is absolutely nothing you can't say in front of me."

Now, Quatre was a man known for his infinite patience. But even Buddha would have broken a chair over this woman's back by now. Not only did she insist to be a part of every aspect of Heero's life, but she was an aggressive, unpleasant bitch in the process!

By Allah, I have been taught not to degrade a woman by calling a woman a female dog but this is too much!

"This is the last time I am going to ask you to pass the phone to Heero."

"……. He's not here."

That's it!

"You know what? I can tell you one thing Relena. You are the most unpleasant bitch I have ever known. You are a spoiled rotten idealistic idiot, and I am not even going to waste my breath insulting you, because I know it's not going to get in that ditzy skull of yours! Now, if you are not going to relent, I would join Heero somewhere your meddling ass would have no influence over. And just remember, you are going to pay for this. Good day! "