TREIZE’S REVENGE I: PEACE AT LAST
By Arayelle Lynn.
Peace.
A word as beautiful as the breaking dawn, as innocent as the
laughter of the newly born child. A word that gives hope to those who came
out of the war alive. A very powerful word that put even the
strongly fighting soldier to rest.
Yeah, right.
It may put other soldiers to rest. It may give hope to those
who survived. But it gave nothing but pain to him. The greatest pain that put
his
soul to the state of chaos and loathing. He could never
rest. Never.
Some people say that it is lucky for you to have came out of
a war, alive. That you have the chance to rebuild and live your life to the
fullest.
But to him being alive is nothing but a curse. He rather die
than see them enjoying the peace that resulted from his death.
‘Mr. Treize,’ he thought, as the image of the handsome and
distinguished man he knew and love for years played in his mind. He felt a
single
tear rolled down. ‘I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to help.’
He looked back the mansion he came from. It had been easy
for him to breach the security system. The guards have been complacent and
careless because of the so-called peace. They have never
thought that someone would break in to assassinate their leader. It took him
only a
few minutes to kill all the guards and oh, the guard dogs.
The rest was easy. Enter the house, find the leader and shoot him in the head.
Good thing the newly deceased never had a wife or children.
But he seriously doubted that even they could stop him from doing the things
he’s determined to do.
‘Curse you,’ he thought, angrily. ‘Curse you all for killing
him.’
‘You thought that you’ve seen the most horrible things in
the war. Well, you haven’t seen anything yet. I swear I would find the one
who’s
responsible for Mr. Treize’s death even if I have to kill
everyone in the Universe.’
Then, he walked away into the darkening night.
>>>@@<<<
‘Peace at last,’ Relena Darlian thought as she looked out
the window of her limousine. The city of Sicily is as beautiful as ever,
despite of the
permanent marks that indicates the previous war. Personally,
Relena is glad that many countries were spared from the devastation of the
war. Her only wish is that her own kingdom, the Sanc Kingdom
was spared from the war too. But now it lay in ruins, the last time she has
been there. And she has been too busy acting as the new Vice
Foreign Minister for the newly formed Earth Sphere Unified Nation to start
rebuilding her homeland.
Relena sighed, wondering about the Gundam pilots. What are
they doing right now? The moment the war ended, they have all disappeared.
Quatre, she knew, has returned to his father’s resource
satellite and is resting from the deep wound from his encounter with Dorothy
Catalonia. He is also helping his sisters out with the
family business. Trowa is still with the circus the last time she heard. He’s
staying close
contact with Quatre like an older brother would with a
little brother. And of course, staying very close with a certain Catherine
Bloom.
Duo is somewhere in space, still guarding over the colonies
from any group of soldiers that are still retaliating, dissatisfied over the
outcome
of war. And she knew where Duo is, Hilde would be there.
Those two have became quite inseparable ever since Hilde was nearly killed.
Wu Fei, she guessed, is in outer space too. Doing the same
thing Duo is doing, except guarding the space colonies all alone. But Wu Fei is
capable of taking care of himself. He is the only Gundam
pilot that never has any close relation with other people, including his fellow
comrades.
And Heero, well, he disappeared after destroying the falling
block and when Heero disappeared, he stays disappeared. But Relena knew
he’s close by, watching out for her in the shadows. Truth
is, having him close by is satisfying enough. She knew Heero and her could
never
be together. The paths that were laid for them lead to two
opposite sides. If they can’t be together, they could at least keep the
thoughts of
one another in their hearts.
Thinking about Heero reminded her painfully of her brother,
Milliardo. Although reports said that he’s dead, Relena felt that he’s alive
somehow. And she knew Miss Noin felt strongly about it too.
Relena is glad that Miss Noin decided to stay with her,
acting as her bodyguard as well as her advisor. She has been very helpful,
giving her
support and guidance on how to go about her new role as the
Vice Foreign Minister. Relena knew without Miss Noin, she would’ve find it
hard to adjust to her new life, and having Noin near is just
as having her brother near to her.
Now here she is, in Sicily, attending an invitation of a
late New Year ball held to promote peace. The ball itself is two days away but
Relena
arrived early to watch the people start rebuilding their
beloved city. And of course, escape from the hustle and bustle of the politic
officials
and the media. Relena felt that she needed a little peace
and quiet.
Then, something caught her eye. Plastered on the walls and
advertisement boards are posters of a famous band called The United. The band
was formed in the midst of the war and when the war was
over, they rose from the unknown with songs that promote peace.
Truthfully, Relena applauded what they’re attempting. Their
songs gave people hope and good feelings toward the peace that she herself is
promoting. And the fact that the band members are from both
Earth and outer space made people see how unity is the only way for total
peace.
"Relena?" a voice said, making her jumped. Relena
turned to her companion. "What is it, Miss Noin?" she asked.
Lucrezia Noin looked her over. "You’ve been quiet.
Maybe you should rest as soon as we arrived at the hotel."
Relena smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair to the back
of her ear. "I guess I am a little tired from the journey," she said,
wearily. "Have
you receive any news from Sally on the retaliating soldiers
in the Asian region?"
"No, but don’t worry. Nothing’s going to ruin the peace
that we’re about to have."
Relena smiled at the prospect. But deep in her heart, she
felt something bad is going to happen. Something that would change her views on
war itself. And that thought itself sent shivers down her
spine.
>>>@@<<<
Amy Pierson stretched out her tired arms as she and her band
made their way backstage. The crowds are still screaming for more but Amy
personally think that she would dropped then and there if
their manager tried to persuade them to return to the stage.
"I’m beat," she said, slumped on the sofa in their
dressing room. "What about you guys?"
Jack Fields, the heartthrob of the band, wiped out the sweat
on his forehead. He’s all smiles. "I’m still able," he said and
looked at the other
three male members of the band. "Did you guys check out
the chicks in the front stage?"
"Yeah," said Harry Chung. He winked,
mischievously. "I like the one in red."
"What about the one in green?" Paolo Bendetti
contributed. "She’s hot."
Amy giggled as the three continued to argue which is the
hotter-looking fan. For the first time since the war started, and ended, Amy
felt
very happy. She has lost her family during the war and
thought that she would never be happy. Then, she is in the band and the war
ended.
Although she is the only girl in the band, Amy felt as if
she has found a new family. And in her new family, she found that she loved all
of
them like her own brother, regardless the different
backgrounds and attitudes.
Jack is the lead guitarist of the band. He’s from southern
California. Like Amy, Jack too has lost his family in the war. But that never
stopped him from achieving his dream to form a band. He’s
practically the first member of the band. Aside from his good looks, Amy found
Jack’s natural leadership ability and cheerful manner quite
charming. And she knew Jack love the attentions he got from his girl fans.
Harry is Chinese but was raised in England, which explained
his cute accent. He’s the keyboard player and pretty good at it. At first,
Harry
struck Amy as being shy and quiet. But after they get to
know each other, she thought that he’s the funniest guy in the whole world.
Paolo, meanwhile, is the drummer. He’s actually Jack’s
friend from childhood before he moved back to Italy. Paolo has a muscular body
that sometimes made girls faint. He sometimes could look so
tough and intimidating that they don’t need a bodyguard. But underneath the
tough act, Paolo has a tender heart of a newborn puppy.
Paolo has a rather large family and all of them, surprisingly enough, were
spared
from the devastation of war.
And then there’s the fifth member of the band, Kyle Rayden.
He’s the bass player. Aside Jack, Kyle is the reason why girls screamed and
fainted whenever they saw him. He has this half-Asian boyish
looks on his face that even the mothers sighed every time they saw him on TV.
And Amy simply love the way he made his hair, which is
shoulder-length and often fell onto his face. If only he had not been so shy
and
serious. Amy knew Kyle even longer than she knew the others.
She and Kyle were both from the colonies and she knew the reason why
Kyle is so serious and quiet is because he too lost his family.
And that saddened Amy because she really care about him.
As the three argued on, Amy turned to Kyle. He is holding a
card, reading it. A bouquet of flowers is in his other hand. "Who’s it
from?"
asked Amy. Kyle looked at her. "A fan," he simply
said and handed her the bouquet. Amy took it and smell the roses. "Take
it," he said.
"Roses look better on a girl."
Amy shook her head as she put the flowers in a vase. One
day, just one day, she would really love to see him give any interest on girls.
True, he has many girl fans but whenever he was surrounded
by his fans, he’s often polite and courteous. And he kept his distance.
"Kyle,
someday, you will have to learn to accept your fans’
gifts," she remarked.
Kyle gave her a forced smile. "Maybe. I just hate to
see my room fill with flowers. It’ll feel like a funeral house." Amy
chuckled at that.
Yeah, she now remembered that Kyle hated flowers especially
red roses. Maybe they reminded him of his dead family.
Then Morris, their manager, stormed into the room.
"Great show, guys. We have fans still screaming for more."
Paolo groaned. "Don’t tell us we have to go back there,
Morris. We’re all really tired and Amy is about to fall down her feet."
Morris shook
his head, dismissing the thought. "No, I bring good
news. We’re invited to attend a ball held by the Duchess Noventa."
"We are?" asked Amy, excitedly. She knew Relena
Darlian is going to be there and she longed to meet the incredible young woman.
Jack
and Paolo high-five as Harry thrust his fist to the sky.
"Cool."
"We should celebrate," Jack suggested. "I
mean, a sold out concert and an invitation to the much talked-about ball. What
more could we
ask for?"
"What about a new wardrobe? It is a formal function
after all." When Amy beamed at the suggestion, Morris winked. "You
guys be ready.
I’m going to let the guards outside know that we’re
leaving."
Kyle sighed and slumped on the sofa, massaging his temple. "You
guys go. I’ll catch a taxi back to the hotel." Concerned, Amy sat beside
him. "Still have that headache?" When Kyle didn’t
answer, she looked at Morris and Jack. "Maybe we should postpone the
celebration."
"Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t have made you stand under
that spotlight, man," said Jack, ever-concern about those in his band.
"Let’s go
back to the hotel together," he suggested.
"No, you guys go," Kyle said, firmly. Seeing the
worry in Amy’s eyes, his eyes softened. "I will go back to the hotel, take
some aspirins and
sleep. I’ll be fine in time for the ball."
Paolo put his hand on Amy’s shoulder. "Let’s go, Amy.
I’m sure Kyle don’t want us to fuss over him." He then added.
"Besides, when the
fans saw us leaving, they would certainly cleared out the backdoor.
Then, Kyle could easily leave without having to endure the mob."
Reluctantly, Amy left with Paolo, Harry and Morris. Jack
stood there for a few more second, looking at the younger boy. Kyle met his
gaze.
"Rest," Jack said, firmly as Kyle nodded. When he
was satisfied, Jack left.
>>>@@<<<
"What!"
The assassination of Duke Bordeaux came like a slap to
Relena. Sure, the late duke was a member of the Romefeller Foundation, one of
those who was responsible for the collapse of the Sanc
Kingdom but to be assassinated…
"What happened?" she asked, quietly.
Noin looked at the reports. "It seemed like someone
broke into his residence and kill him and his guards. A maid came to work in
the
morning saw a guard’s body and quickly informed the
authorities."
"You said someone. That means it wasn’t the work of the
guerillas."
"No, it wasn’t," said Noin. "Though there
wasn’t a witness, from the investigation conducted, there’s an indication that
there’s only one
person involved."
Relena frowned. "But why kill Duke Bordeaux? He had no
significant power now."
Noin’s eyes lit up as she read on. "Here’s a perfectly
good reason," she said. "It seemed the assassin left a card at the
scene of the crime. It
says, Treize’s Revenge."
"What?" Relena grabbed the reports from Noin and
read them herself. When she was finished, her face is grim. "Looks like
someone out
there is avenging Treize’s death. That means, he or she
would not stop until all of those who is responsible is dead."
Noin looked at Relena, carefully. "Are you worried
about the ball tonight?"
"Yes," said Relena. "The guests are from all
sides, the Romefeller, the former Alliance, OZ officers all those who somehow
connected to
Treize’s demise. Mrs. Noventa thought that it’ll be a
perfect time for us to be in one room and let bygones be bygones. But it also a
perfect
place for the assassin to strike next."
"And we have to try and find the whereabouts of Lady
Une," she added. Noin was surprised to hear that. "Why? Do you
suspect she’s
behind this?"
Relena looked at the reports again. "Not likely. It
seems like the assassin is somehow closely related to Treize. Lady Une might
have an idea
who it is and maybe she can help us find the assassin before
he or she hurt innocent people."
"Hm… I see the rationale in it," said Noin.
"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. You better prepared for the
ball." With that, Noin left the room
and took out her cell phone. She dialed the number she knew
by heart.
When the person at the end answered the call, she said.
"You’ve read the news? Good. Listen, Relena thought that the ball tonight
might be
the next target. What? You reached the same conclusion
too?" She was quiet for a moment. "What are you planning to do
then?"
"Well, whatever you do, please be careful." Then
the line went dead.
>>>@@<<<
The ball was in full swing when Relena arrived. She was
displeased at the number of guards that were stationed around the mansion but
knew that it is necessary to protect the delegates from the
assassin as well as from the guerillas. Relena is very disappointed by the
action
taken by some of Treize’s soldiers. Treize ended the war by
sacrificing himself, to tell them that the war must end with his death. But
nearly
half of Treize’s soldiers weren’t satisfied by the outcome
of the war and formed their own army to fight for Treize’s ideals.
‘Why can’t they let Treize die in peace?’ she thought. ‘What
do they hope to accomplish?’
And Treize’s soldiers were not the only people that reacted
badly towards the peace she’s initiating, some of the White Fang soldiers also
refused to surrender their weapons and reigned in outer
space as renegade soldiers. But Relena trust that the Gundam pilots would be
able
to keep the colonies from harm.
‘If only Milliardo were here. He could make his own men
surrender.’
"Relena," a voice said softly, startling her.
Relena looked up to see Mrs. Noventa, smiling down on her. "It’s really
good to see you again,"
she said.
"Mrs. Noventa, it’s been a long time."
Mrs. Noventa smiled. "Come, enjoy the ball. I’ll be
right back to you as soon as I could find my granddaughter. She has been
wanting to
meet you."
"It’ll be an honor to finally meet your granddaughter,
Mrs. Noventa."
Then, Relena wandered around the ballroom, smiling when some
of the people she knew saw her and make small talks whenever the guests
came to her. She danced with some of the delegates, knowing
that many eyes were on her. All wondered how a girl so young could be
responsible for the peace they’re having right now.
When she finally broke herself away from a group of
politician, Relena made her way towards the refreshment table. There, she met
someone her own age, watching the guests as if asking why is
she there at all. When Relena was near enough to see her face, she thought the
girl looked familiar.
"Hi, there," she said. The girl jumped a little
before composing herself. "I’m Relena."
The beautiful girl took her outstretched hand. "I know
who you are, Miss Relena. You’re my hero," she said, nervously. "My
name’s Amy.
Amy Pierson."
Relena recognized the name immediately. "I know you,
too. You belonged to a band, The United." She smiled. "I’m a fan. I
really love your
songs especially Voice of Peace."
"Really?" said Amy, beamed. "Kyle wrote
it." She looked around. "I wonder where he is."
"Maybe he’s here, somewhere," said Relena, craning
her neck to look out for him too. They then surrender the search for Kyle and
began to
chat. Relena found herself enjoying Amy’s company. Since
they’re the same age, they could talk about many interesting subjects and
Relena
didn’t have to watch what she said every time. It was as if
Amy is a close friend she never had.
Then, a guy with a long red hair approached them, carrying a
glass of punch in either hands. When Amy saw him, she quickly waved him
over. "Kyle! I want you to meet someone."
As he walked over to them, Relena couldn’t help but notice how
good-looking he was. Kyle reached them and handed Amy one of the
punch and gave the other to Relena. "You look like you
could use one of these," he said, his voice sounded young.
"Kyle, this is Relena Darlian," said Amy.
Kyle nodded and shook her hand. "I knew who you are. No
one could excite Amy more than the Princess Relena herself," he said,
politely.
"Please, call me Relena," she said. "I’m only
a princess in my own country." Kyle nodded at that, acknowledging his mistake
while Relena
was struck at how the seriousness flashed in his eyes.
There’s only one person she knew that has that same serious and lone look and
that is
Heero Yuy. And the way he talk, the way he move resembled
Heero’s in many ways. For what seemed like the tenth times, Relena wished
Heero was there with her.
"Hey Kyle, what do you have there?" Relena turned
to see three more familiar guys approaching. And they all are wearing a teasing
look.
Amy frowned at their misconception. "Guys, meet Relena
Darlian, Vice Foreign Minister," she announced. The three quickly wiped
the
teasing smile off their faces. "And that’s Jack, Harry
and Paolo."
"Please to meet you all," said Relena, politely.
She was a little flattered by their attention. Jack took her outstretched hand
and kissed it like
the charming gentleman he is. "And it’s a pleasure to
have finally met you, Miss Relena. You’re the heroine of our time."
Relena shook her head. "I’m not really the hero. The
soldiers who fought for peace are."
"Nevertheless, it was you who really worked hard for
the peace we’re having."
"Excuse me, can I have a word?" said a new voice.
They all turned to see a woman standing there, behind her stood a man with a
video
camera. "I’m a reporter covering this event. Can I have
an interview with you, Miss Relena and The United?"
"Sure," said both parties. Kyle hesitated for a
moment until Amy took his arm and said, "Come on, Kyle. It won’t do us any
harm," she said,
knowing that Kyle was never comfortable with cameras. He
looked at her for a moment and nodded. "Whatever you want, Amy."
"Thank you," said the woman and signaled her
cameraman to start taping. "Here with me is the new band The United,
famous for their songs
such as Voice of Peace and Wind in the Darkness." She
turned to Jack, who’s the unofficial speaker of the group. "So, tell us,
Jack. How
did your band was formed?"
"Well, at first it was only me and Paolo. Then we met
Harry and so we thought we should be a trio. Then, the war intensified and we
had to
wait until things cool down. When the war’s over, we got to
work. That’s when we met Amy and Kyle, who are trying to make a name for
themselves. When Morris, our manager heard about them, he
thought that why not have a group comprised of two parties, Earth and the
outer space. It would help with the peace effort and so,
here we are." He glanced at Relena and winked.
The reporter nodded, pleased with the answer. She turned to
Kyle. "Kyle, we understand that you wrote most of the songs for your band.
And they’re beautiful and very deep. How did you wrote such
beautiful songs? What is your inspiration?"
Kyle shrugged. "I just write them," he answered,
shortly. Amy squeezed his arm, encouraging him to go on. "The words and
notes came
from my mind. I just write them down whenever they came. I
guess, war can be very inspiring to songwriters like me." Relena was
startled
to hear the hint of pain in his voice.
The reporter then turned to Amy. "Rumor has it that you
and Kyle are involved, is that true?" For a moment, there was silence as
Kyle and
Amy looked at each other. Then Amy and the other members of
the band laughed. Even Kyle smiled genuinely.
"Sorry," Amy gasped as the reporter exchanged
uncertain glance with her cameraman. "No, we’re not in love or anything.
Kyle’s fans would
kill me if we were." She paused. "Kyle is like my
own brother. We went through a lot when we lost our parents in a colony
attack."
The reporter smiled. "One last question. We heard that Sicily
is the last concert in your tour, where are you heading to next?"
"We don’t really know," Jack answered. "But
our manager did mention that we might be going to outer space next month."
The reporter
nodded. "Thank you for your time," she said.
"And with us is the Vice Foreign Minister Relena Darlian, the sovereign
leader of the former
World Nation." She then turned to Relena. But before
she could ask her a question, there was an explosion and the sky started to
fall on
them.
Relena felt someone pushed her to the floor and shielded
her. For a moment, her ears rang from the explosion. Then, she heard shouts and
the sound of a battle. Then, the pressure on her was lifted
and she saw Kyle struggled to his feet and Amy, lying next to her. It was then
Relena realized that he had pushed both her and Amy on the
floor and shielded them from the debris with his body.
He looked up through the hole in the ceiling and saw mobile
suits flying across the dark sky. His fists clenched. "Kyle?" Amy
called out, her
voice shaken. Kyle looked at her. "Stay down," he
said, firmly. "I’ll go and see what is happening." He then ran
towards the exit.
"Kyle!" Amy cried out. Then, in the midst of dusts
and debris, Relena heard someone called her name. From the darkness, Relena saw
Noin. "Miss Noin!" she called, raised to her feet.
She helped Amy up, noticing that the other members of the band were spared too.
Harry
looked fine but shaken while Paolo has a cut above his head.
Jack meanwhile, is favoring his right arm. "Jack, are you alright?"
asked Amy.
Jack smiled, suppressing the pain. "I think it’s a
little broken. Nothing to worry."
By then Noin has joined them. "It’s the guerillas.
They’re attacking the mansion."
"What? I thought the war’s over," said Paolo,
really angry because his friend is hurt. Harry helped the reporter up as her
cameraman keep
on taping.
Amy frowned. "To the guerillas, the war never
end," she said, binding Jack’s broken arm. It would take time for him to
be able to play the
guitar again. Relena looked at Noin. "What about the
guests? And Mrs. Noventa?"
"There are a few casualties but most guests are being
evacuated as we speak. The mansion has a tunnel which will brings us safely out
into
the woods behind the mansion. We must go now before another
stray missile destroy the rest of the mansion," said Noin. Relena nodded
and helped Amy with Jack.
"Wait," said Amy. "What about Kyle? He went
out to see what is taking place."
Noin frowned. "Great. It’s a madhouse out there. He
could get himself killed." Relena looked at Noin. "Evacuate the rest
of them. I’ll go and
find him."
"No need!" a voice said. They turned to see Kyle
running towards them. "Come on, we must leave this place. The battle
seemed to be
heading this way," he said. Noin nodded in
acknowledgement and turned to the others. "Come on. The tunnel is this
way."
They then began to run. Relena noticed that the ballroom is
empty besides them. They continued to run down the stairs into the wine cellar
when suddenly the ground shook and more debris fell. Relena
shielded her head as the air cleared from the dusts. She looked up and to her
horror, she, Amy and Kyle were cut off from the others. The
ceiling had fallen down, cutting them off to the exit.
"Relena!" Miss Noin shouted, her voice sounded
muffled. They heard a sound of crashing rocks as those from the other side
tried to dug
through the debris.
"Miss Noin, go!" Relena shouted back. "We’ll
find another exit." She turned to look at Amy and Kyle. Amy is crying,
fearfully while Kyle is
looking at the hole in the ceiling angrily. He then looked
at Relena. "There’s no other way except through the battle. They’ve
completely
surrounded this place," he said.
Relena nodded, acknowledging the situation they’re in. If
they stay, they’ll certainly die by the falling debris and stray missiles. And
if they go
out into the battlefield…
"We have no choice," she said. "We must go
through the battle."
Kyle nodded, agreeing with her suggestion. "Take care
of her," he said, handing Amy to her. "I’ll go up and see which
direction the battle is
less serious." He ran up as Relena and Amy climbed the
stairs. Relena began to wonder if this is the end for her.
Then, they met Kyle halfway up. To her surprise, Relena saw
him holding a weapon. "I found a safe opening for us," he said. Then
he
noticed Relena is staring at the rifle in his hand.
"There was an enemy soldier making his way down. I confiscated his weapon
and thought
it’d be better if we go out there with something to protect
us," he said. Reluctantly, Relena accepted his rationale as they went up
the stairs.
When they reached the exit, Relena realized that the
situation is serious. The guerillas’ black mobile suits are defeating the
guarding mobile
suits. Relena shook her head in dismay, thinking when will
the fighting stop. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to look
at
Kyle.
"The woods is over there. I’ll distract the enemy while
you and Amy run to the woods. I’ll meet you girls there," he said, and
began to step
into the line of fire. Amy quickly reached for his arm.
"Kyle, please return to me alive," she said, fear
for his life. Kyle nodded. "Don’t worry about me," he said. Then, he
stepped out and began
to fire. "Now!"
Relena and Amy ran out, dodging from the bullets and taking
covers behind the fallen mobile suits and turned-over trucks. Kyle was as good
to his words. Every time an enemy soldier took a fire at
them, he would quickly fire at him, covering their escape. It took Relena and
Amy a
short time before they finally entered the woods, well
hidden from the enemy. They continued to run to safety where the others are
assembling.
>>>@@<<<
He stood there, looking over the battle. A missile landed a
few meters away, nearly sweeping him off his feet. But still, he stood on his
ground, displeased at what is taking place. He had planned
his next assassination carefully but then the guerillas has to show up and made
the matter worse and messing up his plan. He hate making a
mess. He liked his assassination all nice and tidy. And no witness. This is
just
too much. There’s too many audience and too many people
involved.
‘Damn you all for getting in my way,’ he thought, angrily.
‘Well, at least I managed to kill one person who’s responsible for his death.
And
his wife would soon discover that he’s not with the others
at the safe spot.’ With that, he disappeared into the night.
>>>@@<<<
Relena continued running until she realized that Amy is
falling behind. She stopped and turned to her new friend who is panting
heavily. "I’m
sorry. I’m not that good at running," she apologized.
Relena shook her head. "No, it’s okay. I need to stop too." She
looked back at the
way they came from, wondering how the battle is going. She
hoped that this would be the last but somehow knew it would be a wishful
thinking.
Suddenly, they were surrounded by three guerillas, each
aiming their weapons at them. "Well, well, well, what we have here? The
Vice
Foreign Minister herself," one of the man said.
"This would be a big break for us. We could demand anything in exchange
for her."
Then, there was a series of shooting as Relena pushed Amy
down to the ground. The three guerillas exchanged fires with the unseen enemy
but were all shot down. Relena looked up and saw a figure
approaching them from the darkness. For a moment, Relena felt her hopes up.
"Heero?" she called out.
"Are you girls alright?" the figure said. Relena
realized in disappointment that it was Kyle.
"Kyle!" Amy ran to him. Relena realized then that
although Kyle looked younger than Amy, he’s certainly the one who provide the
strength
for both of them. Kyle turned to Relena. "The battle is
almost over. The guerillas are retreating. We might as well join the others
before any
stray guerillas find us."
"You’re bleeding!" Amy gasped, holding his arm.
Kyle looked at it, as if noticing it for the first time. "It’s nothing a
few stitches couldn’t fix,"
he said. "Now, come on."
They made their way through the woods and finally saw the
others. When Noin saw them, she quickly ran towards Relena, obviously glad to
see them alive. "Thank god."
"What about the guests?" asked Relena, noticing a
few ambulance are present.
Noin looked at the ambulances. "They’re being taken
care off." She noticed Kyle’s injury. "Maybe you should go and see a
paramedic."
Kyle glanced at it. "Later. What about Jack and
Paolo?"
"They’ve been taken to the hospital," said Noin.
"Maybe you’d like to join them now."
Kyle was about to decline when Amy pleaded, "Please,
Kyle. Listen to what she said." He then frowned and nodded. The pair left
as Noin
turned to Relena.
"That’s one strange boy. He reminded me so much of
Heero," Noin commented. Relena smiled. "You think?"
>>>@@<<<
Noin watched Relena’s face after she heard about the new
development. Then, there was a knock at the door. Noin opened the door to see
Amy Pierson standing
in the hallway. "Hi," she said, timidly. "Am I interrupting
something?" she asked, noticing the serious looks on Noin
and Relena’s faces.
"Amy," said Relena, smiling. "No, you weren’t
interrupting anything. Come on in."
Noin looked at the two girls. "I’ll take my leave now.
I’m sure you have many things to talk about." Then she closed the door,
leaving
Relena alone with Amy.
"Here, have a seat," Relena offered. "So, how
are you and your band members doing?"
Amy sighed. "Well, Jack’s broken arm is in a cast,
Paolo has a huge turban on his head and Harry is complaining how his ears could
not
stop ringing. Overall, we’re quite a pitiful bunch
especially when the news reached the fans. Our rooms looked like a funeral
house." Relena
chuckled at that.
"What about Kyle?" asked Relena, remembering her
savior.
Amy lowered her voice. "He’s resting right now,"
she said. "When he decided not to stay at the hospital for observation,
the doctor made
him promise to have a lot of rest. But knowing Kyle, he
would’ve jumped back into his feet as soon as he escape the hospital so Morris
kinda drugged his drinks."
"And you?"
"Still shaken, but fine," Amy answered.
"Since we’re not able to play a single instrument, Morris decided to
postpone the space tour. We
are all going to take a little vacation and we’re leaving
tonight."
Relena leaned forward. "Where are you planning to
go?"
"Well, Paolo managed to convince most of us to spend
the vacation with his family. So, I guess that’s where we’re heading."
"Most of you?" Relena prompted. "Who’s not
going?"
Amy sighed. "Kyle. Said he’s going to a friend’s
instead. I had hope we could spend some time together but he’s pretty made up
his mind
about it."
"I see." Then, they continued to talk about other
things before Amy finally excused herself to start packing. Then, Relena was
left all alone to
ponder through the new development as well as her new
friends.
Meanwhile, outside Relena’s room, Noin again took out her
cell phone and dialed. She waited patiently as the person on the other end
picked it up. "Confirm, it was the Treize guerillas’
attack last night," she reported.
"So, the assassin didn’t show up at all," the
other said.
"You didn’t let me finish," said Noin. "The
assassin was there alright. An ex-Alliance leader was found dead in the scene.
His throat was slit
and I don’t think that was cause by an explosion or a gun.
And we also found the identification card which confirmed our suspicion"
"How’s Relena taking the news?"
Noin glanced at the door before her. She could vaguely heard
Relena and Amy talking. "She’s a little shaken but otherwise
alright."
"Did she knew I’m back in town?"
"Not yet but it won’t be long." Noin paused.
"Have you found our missing link yet?"
"No, I’m still looking out." The person hesitated.
"Take care of her, Noin. She’s going to be in a lot of danger soon. What
happen last night
was too close. We were lucky to have that kid protecting the
princess."
"You be careful yourself, Sally. If anything happen to
you, I’ll not only have to face Relena but I sure hate to answer to Wu
Fei."
Sally laughed. "Don’t worry about Wu Fei. As far as he
is concern, the two of us are only comrades at war. And now it’s over."
Noin heard the doorknob rattled. "Got to go. I’ll talk
to you soon," she said quickly and hung up just in time Relena opened the
door to let
Amy out. The singer looked at Noin and extended her hand.
"I hope we’re able to see each other again, Miss
Noin," she said. Noin took her hand. "I just hope when we do, it’ll
be in a more
appropriate circumstances."
Amy glanced at Relena. "See you someday, Relena."
"Bye, Amy."
>>>@@<<<
"Have you heard?" said Duo as soon as Quatre and
Trowa’s faces appeared on the vidlink. Both were grim. "Yeah, we kinda
learned about
it a few days ago," said Quatre. "And nice to see
you again too, Duo."
Duo dismissed the last remark. "And no one bother to
inform me?" he said in dismay. Quatre would have laughed at the statement
on his
face if the situation hadn’t been grave. Or if laughing
wouldn’t hurt his healing side so bad. "You should learn to watch the news
quite often,
Duo. Maybe the war’s over but you have to keep yourself
well-informed," Quatre advised.
"Yeah, yeah," Duo said, then he looked around him
cautiously. "Actually, the one who always watch the news isn’t talking to
me right now.
She said I’ve been spending a lot of time with Deathscythe
than with her. Can’t you believe it?" Then his face was serious. "So,
what do you
guys propose we should do?"
Trowa leaned forward. "Nothing, at the moment," he
said. "We’re still needed in outer space. The number of guerillas
gathering here is rising
every minute."
"Besides," Quatre added. "Miss Noin and Sally
are on Earth with Relena. I’m sure they will call us when the situation becomes
drastic." He
looked at Duo, knowingly. "And you know as well as we
do that he is there on Earth."
Duo scratched his head. "Yeah, well, what do we do in
the meantime?"
"We wait," Quatre answered. "I have the
feeling that things will get hot in outer space in near future."
"Who do you think this assassin is?" Duo wondered.
Quatre shrugged. "No idea, actually. Could be anyone we
know or anyone we don’t. Right now, the authorities are still working on to
find
out who the assassin is. All we could do here now is just
wait and keep our eyes and ears open. It’s his move now."
"Right," Duo agreed. Before he signed off, he gave
Quatre and Trowa a wink, "Oh, nice to see you two again."
Quatre smiled but when Duo’s image disappeared, his face was
grim. He has been wondering why the assassin wants to kill the delegates so
much. And what is he trying to prove? As if sensing his
thoughts, Trowa put a hand on his shoulder. "Like you told Duo, Quatre,
it’s his
move now. We won’t find out about anything until he himself
reveal it to us."
TO BE CONTINUED…