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Remember Me pt4 The tone in which he spoke, calm and matter of factly, sent shivers down her back and a strong feeling of de ja vu. �You are always welcome to call me Lady Mr. Treize, you know that.� She said with out thinking. The man looked at her strangly. �Anou...my name is not Treize.� �I-� Anne blushed. �Gomen. I�m sorry Mr. Kasadone.� She whispered tears in her eyes. �Hey.� He said putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.� I think I may have brought up some bad memories.� His tone was contrite. �I-it�s all right.� She said. �No. It�s not. You care to talk about it? I mean yes we have just met, but you seem obviously distressed.� �Allright.� She said sighing. �Please forgive me I have not invited you in. Not everyone around here is as discourtious as I am right now.� She laughed trying to make a small attempt at humor. It did not work. Slipping a hand under her chin Troy looked seriously down at her, the same way Treize had always done, giving her a thrill down her spine. �Not Treize.� Said her rational mind, but her heart refused to listen. It had to be him. No one could look like him as this man did. No one, could be half as beautiful. �You are upset.� Troy whispered. �What kind of neighbor would I be if I did not offer some support?� She nodded, unable to speak. She led him into the comfortable modern style living room. She bade him to sit while she went into the ajoining kitchen and retrieved to glasses and soda. Returning she found him looking with interest at the photographs that adorned her walls. Photographs of her and Treize.... �Who is Treize and what has this man done that caused you so much pain and why did you call me Treize?� Troy asked without turning around. She gasped, startled once again by the gentle to the point manner in which he spoke. So like Treize...... �My, you get to it dont you?� She asked, genuinly amused. He laughed. �Yes, I tend to get right to the problem so I can fix it.� She sat on the couch and he came and sat next to her. She offered him soda, but stopped when she looked into his eyes. The soda became completely forgotten. �Who is Treize?�He asked seriously. �You mean who was Treize.� She replied, tears forming in her eyes. �Who WAS Treize?� �Treize Khushrenada. He was the leader of the former Romefellar foundation.� She began somehow feeling as though she should tell this man everything. She had to explain why she had called him Treize. �A wonderful man. Charismatic, charming, idealistic. Many people loved him. Though none so much as I. The day I found that Treize returned my love, I, I could not believe it. From then on we were even more inseperable. I was his aid you see, and was always by his side. We were going to run away like children to be married. I was engaged to him, and I still have the ring. I wear it secretly though because I am re-engaged. To a good man. His name is Andrew, but I feel as though I am betraying Treize. I am sorry I called you Treize but as you can see from the photos you look very much like him.� The tears streamed down her cheeks. Suddenly she was wrapped in strong arms, and a very familiar sent. �It�s allright to cry Lady.� He whispered. �You are not betraying him. No one so beautiful as you are could ever be filled with such awful thoughts. And as for me looking like him, I apologize.� He whispered soothingly. She cried harder at that. �Hey, I-� The sound of a clearing throat filled the spacious room. Stunned and sheepish Anne and Troy tore apart, though she felt it was obvious that she had done so reluctantly. �Andrew!� She gasped and tried hard not to blush. She was not very successful. She had forgotten he had stayed with her and had left only to get fresh clothes. �What�s going on here?� Andrew asked. He tried to sound nonchalent but did not do very well. �I.......� Troy stood up, somewhat protectivly over Anne and introduced himself. �Im Troy Kasadone, and I recently moved in and thought I would get to know my neighbours.� He immediatly had taken a disliking to the man that was Andrew. �An affectionate guy.� Andrew said and Troy did not miss the sarcasm in his voice. �Anne here was upset, I am not the type of person to just stand around and let a woman cry.� |
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