The Golden Arrow Yet another AU fic by Blue Rose *This is part four of the Golden Arrow, and stuff is finally starting to happen (^_^). Seriously, I would like to thank everyone for their feedback on this story, when I first started this story, I did not think it would be so popular! Thank you everyone who gave me feedback for making this fic happen! Treize watched her leave silently. He hadn't meant to make her angry. He only wanted to see a friend at a neighboring estate, and ended up staying two days extra. Of course, he had meant to take her to London, just not right away. He meant to get to know her better first. Something in her eyes told him that he could not let her get away. Lady Une hurriedly made her way through the streets of London. She had to find Duke Dermail, and find out why her father had been so desperate to see him. She was now on her way to another of her father's associates, Johan Selzek, a Dutch lawyer. She was hoping Mr. Selzek knew how to get in touch with Duke Dermail. Just as she reached the law office, she felt two rough pairs of hands grab her from behind. "What the..." She struggled against their iron grip. "Where's the golden arrow?" A gruff voice asked. "The...what?" She asked. "Don't play dumb with me, Miss Une. I'll say it again," he pushed her up against a cold brick wall. "Where is the-" but he was cut short. "Let her go," Treize Khushrenada stood in the alleyway, loaded pistol in hand. "What the hell?" The men roughly dropped her to the ground and ran away. Treize offered her his hand, and she willingly took it. "What are *you* doing here?" She asked coldly. "I thought I made myself perfectly clear." "Seeing as how you're not going to thank me..." He began "Oh. Right. Thank you very much for saving me, Duke Khushrenada." Lady Une's voice was very monotone, proving she was not at all thankful. "That's better." She stood shivering in the cold, dark alley. Lady Une resented his company, but was also very grateful that he was there. "Lady, let me accompany you. After all, there's obviously someone looking for you or your father, and we're already here." "Don't talk to me like I'm some sniveling woman that needs protection!" She snarled. "I didn't mean that," he said gently. "I just mean that I want to help you find out about your father's murder. I always looked up to Vinion Une." The last part was a lie, of course, but he had to make her believe she wasn't weak. He wanted to protect her, for some reason unknown even to himself. "If you want to, you can come." Lady Une said reluctantly. Inside, she was glad that he was coming, she needed some protection from whoever it was that wanted her dead. |
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