I don't own anything
28 minutes
Take One: Foreboding
3:05 a.m
Relena literally melted into her mattress, the night had taken a rather dull turn. Milliardo had ex-nayed the proposal, choking at the last minute. The night seemed wasted after that. Treize escorted her home in one of his cars and now here she was begging for sleep.
Contemplating of what had transpired earlier that evening, Relena knew it was Heero that she saw but her head and her vision were battling the other. The man certainly did look like Heero, though three years seemed to have done him some developing. The man was more muscular than she remembered Heero to be, but then again he was in a penitentiary with nothing to do then probably work out.
Oh the alcohol was sinking it's teeth in her consciousness, and sleep came without protest:
3 years ago:
She was walking up the white marbled steps of the Sanc Kingdom Bank, her brother had given her the task to draw out the money for the charity fundraiser they had been sponsoring. Her hair was tied at the base of her neck with the length pulled down to the side of her left ear to hang down across her front along with her attire she appeared mature but still youthful. Her heels climbed the steps with precision as her head was looking down at her feet, careful not to slip. Until she felt a hard pain hit her shoulder as a figure rushed past her. She dropped the papers she was carrying and with a strained "oh," her papers went flying. The figure stopped and looked back, just in time to meet with her glaring eyes.
"Watch where you're going!" She spat out, fumbling on the ground in a crouch to pick up her fallen paperwork. The figure was a man, of about the same age as her with a face most would call handsome. He looked at her in inquiry and as if he was being told he reluctantly walked over to help her in her struggle. Bending down to pick up the bulk of the paper work he remarked with no sense of kindness, "I wasn't looking at my feet." This made Relena snap her head up in anger.
"Excuse me, sir. I believed that most people would have common courtesy to apologize before lecturing." She grabbed the papers that he held in his hands and stood up to smooth out the wrinkles in her skirt. And giving the man a final glare she marched back up the steps of the grand bank. He called after her with the same 'no kindness' tone.
"And I believed it was common knowledge to state your name when you run into someone." She looked back at him, and though he looked back at her with no emotion she could tell it was his idea of flirting.
"A man introduces himself first," She said tartly. Standing at the top step while he stood where she once was. The man gave a nod and with a ghost of a smile, "Heero, Heero Yuy."
Take Two: Deutsches Begrüßen
Wufei arrived in Berlin two hours ago, the night air crisp to his senses He looked around at the town streets and back to the paper in his hand. It would have been easier if he had learned German. Sally had given him the directions in english, but the street signs were obviously in German. He couldn't do this so late at night. He had told Duo he'd be on his way to Sanc by this time tomorrow night, but he didn't take into account of the time it would take to reach Sally Po's location.
He shook his head in frustration, the chinese man was too caught up in his anger that he didn't notice a man approaching him. Wufei whipped around in defense when the german native grabbed his shoulder from behind. The man had a long beard, large stomach and a beanie on his head. He stepped back at the Chinese man's reaction, and put his hands- palm up in the air in front of him.
"Ich bedeute keinen Schaden!" He stuttered, "Sie schienen verloren."
Wufei looked curiously at the german as he continued to talk in his native tongue. The man noticed he wasn't getting through to the foreigner and tried again in broken english.
"I didn't mean to frighten you," His accent thick, "You seem lost." Wufei rejoiced in his luck, someone who was out in the middle of the night in Berlin, Germany that spoke English!
"I'm looking for this address." Wufei handed it to the older man, who looked at it and in mere seconds made a sound of familiarity.
"It's near the 'Flughafen', or airport? Is that right?" He wasn't sure of the english term. "It's about five miles from here, I'll take you on my 'motorrad'." and he beckoned Wufei toward a motorcycle that was parked down the road.
Take Three: Looking across Enemy lines
Heero arrived back at Duo's apartment an hour ago, and was furiously typing away at his laptop. Looking up anything and everything he could on Treize Khushrenada. He found out he graduated from a university in Kiev, Ukraine, had four degrees in business and did minimal charity work. A man of thirty-one, never married, 68 Kg, 181 cm in height, with a clean record. The only thing that seemed wrong was that he was classified as a 'playboy' of the business world. He owned not only the Casino in Sanc but three others throughout Europe, and when the merger with the Peacecraft resorts went through- his earnings would more then double.
This is what conflicted him, though he tried to appear unfazed when Trowa brought up the Peacecraft's money, he had been. He knew this could pull her further away then he'd already done. He knew he should have told her the truth, but at first he didn't know what he was getting himself into. He never figured himself 'normal' and relationships always classified into that category.
Sitting back in his chair he gave out an exhausted sigh, perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to get involved. But when Duo coaxed him in using the idea of seeing her again, he couldn't refuse. He had to make it right, he had to explain things to her, he just had no idea of how to do so.
Flashback 3 years ago:
"I'm Relena," She gave a small but reluctant smile, "I'd say it's nice to meet you but you nearly knocked me down the steps." Her honeyed hair flew around slightly at the breeze. Heero looked up at her and tried to appear compliant.
"Perhaps I should make it up to you then." It came out as a command, but he didn't know how to imply in any other way. Relena looked at him with her eyebrows scrunched, as if she were trying to figure out a problem put before her. "How is that?" she said at last.
"Coffee." again it was another command, "We'll see where that leads us."
(MEMORY TRANSISTION)
"How long have you been working for your brother?" He asked as they walked down the busy Sanc streets. Relena gave a chuckle, "For as long as he's been in business, he can't do anything without my help, but he never lets me do anything without his consent." She said as she stared down at the ground while they walked, a habit that came from thinking, not insecurity he found out.
"Does he know you've been having coffee with a stranger for the last two weeks?" Heero said trying to appear humorous, but surprisingly it came easier then he expected. Relena then looked up at him and smiled.
"Do you still consider yourself a stranger?" She asked, "We have had a lot of coffee together." It was Heero's turn to talk.
"I don't consider myself a social person, so I don't relay much to anyone- more out of habit then nature." He started, "I know a lot about you, but you know very little about me." She laughed then, resting her hands on his top arm in an affectionate gesture. "Every girl loves a mystery." This time her smile seemed to make his chest shrink in a bit.
(MEMORY TRANSISTION)
Three weeks of daily meetings were not getting him anywhere, at least that was what Wufei had told him.
"All we see is that you have coffee everyday with her, a girl can't go on coffee dates alone." Heero just scowled at the Chinese man. They were sitting in a local restaurant with Duo, who was too busy stuffing his face with steak to care what the two men were saying.
"You need to manipulate her to a higher step." He said. Heero looked confused, not understanding. Wufei looked grim, as if he was about to tell him someone died. Taking a deep breath he began, "Milliardo will be out of the mansion on the night of the planned robbery, a date or something. So you will need to keep her occupied for as long as an hour." Duo then snapped back into reality, realizing the information Wufei was about to give was very delicate. He looked at Heero to see if he was processing what Wufei was getting at, but it didn't seem likely.
"There is no better way to distract a woman then sex." Heero choked on his food, the meaning finally sinking in. "so you keep her 'busy' while we sneak in and open their personal safe, it's clear on the other side of the mansion so be assured we won't 'hear' you."
Take Four: Agenda's aren't permanent
Dorothy Catalonia walked through the front door of Treize's penthouse. Replacing the key back under the mat before she came in. The apartment was dark, and she could hear Treize's obvious reason for not answering the door. The moaning echoed through the walls as she walked unfazed to his master bedroom. Treize was a man who liked immediate gratification, she wouldn't hold him against that so he couldn't hold it against her for being impatient. She opened the door with little to no hesitation and walked in with no ceremony.
"I need to talk to you so hurry up." She said at Treize's form. The woman he was preoccupied with gave a girlish shriek and pushed him off to try and hide her 'modesty.' Treize looked back at Dorothy with the same nonchalance, "I was just finished," he turned his head back to the woman before him, "you can leave now."
The woman grabbed her things in less then three minutes, she was dressed and dashing out the door. Dorothy watched as the call girl left, turning back to Treize in a business like manner. He had pulled the sheets around his waist and was staring at her expectantly.
" Have you had a meeting with Winner yet?" She said cooly.
"you interrupted me for this?"
"If you are not going to do your part in furthering your business career, then I'll do it for you." Treize looked at the blonde woman with puzzlement, she had came in here and 'interrupted' him for a business chat.
"What are you suggesting."
"I'll meet with Winner and go over his investments in your company." She said firmly.
"And why can't I handle this myself?" He asked.
"Because the Winner family aren't very aggressive and you'd frighten them off." She said sweetly.
Trieze looked at her with doubt, "And your not?" It only earned him a more pointed look for her. So in contemplation he nodded his consent.
She then walked out of his room and out of his apartment, leaving the man there to quickly grab his phone and call another girl to replace the one Dorothy scared off.
Dorothy walked to the elevator she just came from, grabbing her phone out of her purse as she walked through it's closing doors.
Dialing her desired number she waited patiently for the phone to be answered.
"Hello, May I speak to Quatre Winner, I understand the lateness of the hour but it's urgent." A moment later she was met with the sleepy voice of Quatre. "hello?"
"Listen carefully Mr. Winner, I'm aware that a man named Heero Yuy was recently released, am I right?" Dorothy smiled as the man stuttered out a yes. "I also understand that you have 'dealings' with him in the past, so I wonder now that he is out why would you take such and interest in Treize's company?" She didn't even let him form a response before she began again, "I'll give you what you seek, I just want something very small in return."
"What is it Dorothy?" Quatre said on the other side of the line, a dead serious tone.
"We will discuss it at our meeting tomorrow." She hung up before he could answer, and looked up as the floor numbers descended. A curt smile graced her lips, " Who needs men, when you can manipulate."
END of CHAPTER 6