Short chapter for ya, and a rather disturbing one at that.

Let's see how things develop, shall we?

Enjoy~

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Chapter 7

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Seated quietly in front of the vanity table just outside her hotel room's bathroom, Relena was humming softly to herself as she ran a stiff brush through her dark blonde hair. There was a little smile of satisfaction on her lips as she kept her eyes focused on her reflection in front of her. She could hear the sounds of the wind picking up slightly outside the sliding glass doors to the balcony, but paid it no heed.

She was in a remarkably cheerful mood considering she witnessed the death of someone, and one of her colleagues shot down.

She began thinking of those expressive eyes growing wide in fear as Quatre tried desperately to keep in the blood that was escaping from his mouth. Then her own tears and screams of terror that had echoed through the stage. Everyone had seen her so distraught that Noin had to pull her away as Quatre was being tended to. Everyone saw her emotional pain for her fellow peace advocate.

"Poor little Quatre.... You've been holding everyone together... Fighting for peace for so long... Yet it wasn't enough..." A slow smirk formed over her lips as she kept picturing the total look of helplessness on that normally calm and in control face. "Looks like it's time for someone else to be the main figure head for peace.... I'm no longer going to work in your shadow...." she mused on a soft giggle.

At that moment her cell phone resting on the vanity table began ringing. She took hold of it and looked at the id screen. "Noin... Hm, probably going to update me..." She focused her thoughts and cleared her throat for a moment before she flipped her phone open and held it up to her ear. "Lucrezia? Do you have word on how Quatre's doing?" she asked on a choked and worried voice, still smiling at her reflection in the mirror.

-"Good news, Relena! Quatre's awake and moving around! Sally says all he needs is a few weeks to rest and he'll be able to go back on light office duty."- Noin's voice readily said quite happily.

Relena's blue eyes shot open as she nearly dropped the phone. "R-really...? That.. That's great! The shot didn't hurt him that much after all?" she asked, straining to not let her voice crack.

-"Well, he's still in a lot of pain, but Sally thinks that he won't need that emergency kidney transplant after all. He's in high spirits, and he's even laughing and joking around with everyone here."-

Her free hand gripped tightly at the edge of her vanity table until her knuckles turned white. "That sounds like our Quatre. I'll come by tomorrow and bring him some flowers."

-"You can come by, but you really shouldn't bother with any flowers."- Noin suddenly laughed.

Blue eyes quickly narrowed. "Why is that...?"

-"Because ever since the assassination attempt was made public knowledge people have been sending him flowers and get well presents by the truck loads. His room was starting to look like a jungle."-

Relena felt her anger steadily grow, and it was becoming difficult to keep the growl out of her voice. "But it was just announced on the news programs ten hours ago..."

-"I know! It's amazing how much his supporters love him! When he saw how much he was getting he asked the hospital staff to start taking them to other patients' rooms. He even had Duo and Trowa push him around in a wheelchair to deliver flowers and teddy bears personally to the children's hospital next door. I've never seen him so happy."-

The sound of glass suddenly breaking echoed with in hotel room.

-"Relena? Are you okay? What was that sound?"-

"Oh, nothing. I bumped into the vanity table and knocked a glass over, I'm fine..." Relena stated on a more forced tone as she looked at the broken and distorted figure now watching her from the cracked mirror.

-"Okay. That reminds me, we're still having trouble locating that missing woman from the security detail. No one seems to know anything about her. Zechs is near furious how she and that sniper could have infiltrated his teams without him knowing."-

"That is very distressing... But I'm sure she'll turn up somewhere." Relena muttered as her eyes glared at the brush resting atop the scattered mirror shards. "Well, since it sounds like it may be crowded at the hospital I'll wait until things calm down. Oh dear, I better clean up this glass before I step on something. Keep me updated when you can, Lucrezia."

-"I will. Good night, Relena."-

"Good night...." The moment she closed her phone a furious high pitched sound escaped her that sounded like the combination of a growl and a shriek of anger. She threw her phone to the carpet covered floor and immediately took to pacing the space between the door to her room and the one to her balcony. "That fucking cockroach! Why can't he die!? All that planning wasted!"

Her pink silk robe flew around in her wake at the speed of her frantic pacing. Even her face was becoming flushed from the vast irritation and fury that was boiling to the surface. "Why can't he see that he needs to become a martyr in order for our control to become absolute? In order for our supporters to join under one common goal... I need to gain control of his territories before we can hope to achieve peace... His death would bring billions together!"

Thoughts raced as she continued to plot a new path for her plan. Words tumbled from her lips that had no true meaning to them, and her hands were shaking with this latest failure hanging over her. "He has to die.. He has to die he has to die... It's the only way... Then... Hehehe.. Then... No more 'have you consulted with Quatre Winner?' or.. Or... 'How does Quatre Winner feel about this new proposal?!' Would Quatre do this? Would Quatre do that? Who fucking gives a shit?!"

She stiffly turned to her large king sized bed and nearly ran to it when she could barely keep herself together. She dropped down to her knees next to it and pulled out a unusually large attache case and sat it on her bed. She then pulled out a small gold key from her robe that she wore on a chain around her neck. After using the key to unlock the case she opened it wide and gazed at what was inside.

Quatre.

Pictures of the blonde Arabian filled the case, most of them looking as if they were taken through a scope without Quatre's knowledge. She let her fingers run along all the photographs of the perpetually smiling face, and nearly shuddered when her fingers came in contact with a lock of pale blonde hair that was hidden in the corner. Her fingers gently took hold of the lock of hair that was tied with a red ribbon, and let the silky stands caress her face. "Quatre.... You are the only one that understands... You'll be grateful for what I'm trying to do.... I know you will..."

Her right hand reached under the bed once more and her fingers soon clutched at a piece of cloth that was down there. She pulled it out to look at the dark blue jacket that a had two holes in it and two large dark stains. "Quatre... I'm sorry that I had to hurt you.. But you understand... It's for the good of the world..."

She grew warm the longer she stared at the blood stained jacket and soon was taking off her silk robe. Pulling the jacket on to her bare body, Relena let out a soft moan when she could smell Quatre's scent wrap around her. The silk lining of the jacket felt good against her heated skin as she let herself fall back onto the bed. Her mind pictured the lining as pale soft skin moving across her back and arms, leaving herself whimpering as she steadily became aroused.

Blindly reaching into the attache case, Relena pulled out a random picture and held it up to look at it. In the photo Quatre was at the edge of a pool wearing nothing but a pair of blue swim trunks and a pair of sunglasses perched atop his head. A brilliant smile was on his face as he was looking at something out of the camera's view. His pale hair caught the sunlight, making it glisten like a halo.

The longer Relena looked at the picture the faster her heart began beating. "Quatre.... You're so perfect... You deserve to become immortalized... Dying for your cause... Ensuring that the entire world remembers you as you are now... In your prime of youth and beauty..." A blissful smile formed on her lips as she pressed the photo against her bare chest. "That will be my gift to you, Quatre. I will turn you into a god of peace.... And I will watch over all who wish to bask in your wisdom and compassion."

She pulled the picture away and lightly traced the pale face with the lock of hair. "Hmm.. All you have to do is die, my love... But don't you worry.. I'll take care of that. Those idiots I hired couldn't do the job.... But that's okay..." She pulled the picture closer and giggled softly. "I'll prove my love... And do it myself... I'll make sure you have the most beautiful death possible." she whispered before placing a tender kiss to the smiling image.

"I promise, Quatre... You'll love it..."

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TBC

Told you it was disturbing.

I made myself ill writing that scene...

*gags*

But now the enemy has shown her face!

Now what?

Guess you'll just hafta wait.

Later~