Author's Notes: It isn't completely finished... Milliah Korsokov, Dmitri Hitachi, Yae Hitachi, Tom Hitachi and Colette Monique are the characters that I own. All others are property of Tow Ubakata
Chapter Seven: Robin's Dream
D'eon, Telliagory, and Robin arrived back after hours.
"What happened?" Milliah asked.
"We had to travel all the way to Versailles by horse. We could find no carriages. But when we arrived, we were granted audience and she allowed us to capture Voronsoff." D'eon explained.
"Well, that's great. We've prepared you all dinner!"
Robin looked at the table. There was roast beef, with potato soup, bread, and everyone had a glass of champagne. Milliah had also baked them some strange Russian cookies.
"They were my aunt Gidra's recipe." She smiled, and then looked at Durand. They couldn't take their eyes off each other.
Robin, Telliagory and D'eon had both noticed something had been going on between them, but it was none of their business.
"They are both adults," Telliagory had explained earlier. "Just let them do what they want. They are old enough to control themselves."
Robin could admit that he had a crush on Milliah, but he wasn't going to act on it.
That night he could not sleep. He tossed and turned, and after hours of trying, he gave up.
Robin walked out to the kitchen. He could sneak a glass of wine, couldn't he?
Nobody was up to stop him, but there was a problem. He couldn't reach the wine.
"Here, let me help you."
It was Durand.
Damn!
"Sir Durand! I was just…sleepwalking…What? How did I get out here?"
"You are a terrible liar, boy." He reached up and grabbed the wine bottle.
"Here. I'm not gonna stop you."
Robin reluctantly took the bottle and poured himself a glass. Durand also wanted some.
"So, why are you up so late? Isn't it past your bedtime?"
Robin glared at him. "I couldn't sleep. I was just going to see if some wine would help me get to sleep." He took a sip of the wine, spitting it up just as quickly.
"This is your first time drinking alcohol, isn't it?"
"Maybe…"
"Well, you'll never be a man if you can't even drink wine correctly." He smirked.
Robin sighed and returned to his bed.
The wine did help, and he could finally sleep.
Although, his dream did not bring him any comfort whatsoever.
It was more of a collection of his memories, running through his mind at the speed of light.
The first was when he found out Colette's plan.
"Robin, I am looked down upon because I am a woman. Nobody ever sees me for my sword skills, or my gun skills! You could never understand! That is why I'm doing this!"
Robin was yelling at her. He was furious. "Do you really think that dressing as a man and joining the army is going to help? Damn it, Colette! You could get yourself killed, or WORSE! If something were to happen to you, I don't know what I'd do! Why can't you just be happy as a lady in waiting? Why can't you just be happy here with me! I love you!"
"I told you that you wouldn't understand, and that's why I'm doing this!"
Colette looked so different now. She had cut off all of her beautiful, black hair, and she was wearing one of Robin's old outfits, which made her look more like a male now, but those were her intentions.
"Wait! Don't-" He couldn't finish before Colette slammed the door in his face.
"No…"
The next memory was even worse.
"COLETTE!" Tears were streaming down his face. He was furiously looking around the battlefield, trying to find her body. So many soldiers, all dead.
Everyone was dead.
The scene was awful, and it haunted him every day since.
"COLETTE!"
Why didn't he stop her? He could've changed her mind if he had actually tried! If he'd handled the situation better! He could've stopped her!
He abandoned her. He let her die. This was his punishment: looking for her body, in a field of dead soldiers.
He did not know of what she would look like. It'd been months since he'd seen her, and she hadn't written him.
He could only imagine what her last moments could've been like. Filled with immense pain, and that horrible feeling of abandonment.
He had no idea how she died.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to know either.
It had been hours of searching through hundreds of dead bodies, in the hot summer sun. The smell was awful.
He felt like he should just die. He remembered every detail of her beautiful face; those big blue eyes, and her cute little nose.
He was looking for those eyes.
The eyes that would never grant him mercy for what he'd done.
Then he saw them.
She was near the end of the field, covered in dirt and blood.
Her eyes looked up at him like she was begging him for help. Then he heard her voice
"Why didn't you save me, Robin? Why did you leave me to die?"
"No…"
"Why, Robin?"
"NO!" He realized that there was nothing talking to him, that it was all in his head.
He squatted down and picked up her body.
"Colette…No…" He kissed her lips, warm from the heat of the sun.
Then he sobbed.
"I'll never love again, Colette. Not until I am by your side in heaven. Not until I can hold you again."