Dou sat tapping his foot on the cement sidewalk of the park's ground. It was a windy winter night. So windy the trees blew, the people shivered. You could hear the winds soft whistling as it blew past you brushing you on the layer of clothing. Hear it laughing, enjoying itself as it watched you shiver in return of it's cool touch.
On all the nights of Dou's dreamless sleepless nights; Dou was at the park wishing he was on a mission. Doing something besides sitting and gazing out into the star filled skies on his vacation. Have I truly lost my mind? I knew it would leave sooner or later.
Not minutes after his mind leaving thought, he heard footsteps coming closer to him. Getting closer, not hesitating from the site of the stranger in the black clothes, sitting on a park bench gazing up to the star filled skies.
Dou glanced up to have a look at the person. Not to his surprise it was a young female, with long black hair that touched the dirty concrete. Eyes wide and brown. Skin not tanned but the color of milky carmal. Blue jeans tight at the waist, but baggy as they went farther down. A short sleeved red shirt that stopped above the navel, and a black cotton jacket just going to the waist.
She turned to look at Dou, and he saw two thick bangs that went down under her chin. She smiled, and then frowned. "The wind blows thick with messages. Do you sit here an try to figure them out?" She asked. Her voice filled with a Italian accent.
Dou eyed her strangely. "What do you mean, Lady?"
"I was sent here to find you, to ask you a question of far lands, of dreams never ventured, of sites never told, of places only envisioned. The wind blows thick with messages. Do you try to figure them out?"
"Listen Lady. Not to be rude, but you'er bothering me." Dou's eyes grew wide when he saw her draw a sword and pushed the sharp end of the blade against his neck.
"Listen Dou Maxwell. The winds grow thick with voices. Peoples paths come with only small choices. Choose yours wisely. This is no sick dream. The world is coming close to a smoothered ball of pollution. I'm sure you and the others aren't going to let such things happen. Don't let the Lord rule easily, but let him rule."
"Yeah," Dou choked out, as he tried to keep his breathing steady.
"As for me, my name is Dara," She lowered her sword and then turned away. She started to walk to the distant end of the park. "Don't worry I'll be back."
Dou rubbed his throat. His hands brushed his scratch that was left from the sharp point of the sword. "Maybe I should worry then," he told himself, digusted that he let this happen.
Dou stood and started his exit out of the park. He tugged at his black jacket, and blew moist white air from his mouth. He turned down an alley and climbed up the back to his apartment. Tomorrow would be the starting of a new day. Lucky him.
"There is no more coffee," WuiFei announced blankly when Quatre reached out and touched the coffee maker, not aware of it's emptiness.
"Oh," he replied to WuiFei, as he walked over to him. "Dou is lucky to be on vacation. I wish to go home, and tend to the family business."
"Dou isn't on vacation anymore. He is being called in. There is a young man rising quickly in the politics gaining control over the colonies. We need to check him out, before he does damage."
"What damage could he do?"
"He could start a war. He could be a cheat, and be out for the worst in the colonies. He could even try to change the future." Trowa walked in with a donut, and warm coffee. His eyes livier than the rest. Wide awake he grabbed the newspaper from WuiFei who was starring at Trowa irritated. "Thankyou."
"Whatever."
"God I hate mornings. The sun shooting in your eyes like a bullet piericing the chest. If I had a choice of how I would be awoken, I'd pick the moon.'" Sally Po walked in the room with a coffee in one hand, and a smile wide on her face. "Here Qat, and Fei. Trowa didn't want to purchase you the coffee, but I thought, why be creul?" She tossed the plastic thermuses at the two half awakened boys, and then took a seat at the table, and told her news about the new young pilot being hired.
WuiFei didn't react to the news. His eyes starring out blankly. His mind wirled with questions about the new girl. Could she be a traitor was the first.
"She looks younger than all of us put together, but you can tell she's been through a lot." Sally told them.
"How?" Quatre asked, while taking a long savoring sip of his warm delicious coffee.
"It's her eyes." Sally took a deep breath, before she continued. Trying to pull up the horrible memory of what she saw, when she looked in them. "Her eyes are like a burning fire that can't be put out. Burning with pain, and hurt. Tears that never fell."
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