Chapter 3 Injustice!

Disclaimer: Nope, still don’t own Gundam Wing.

Duo couldn’t keep the huge grin off of his face as he tapped the videotape on the seat next to him. Did she really think I couldn’t find evidence that she did that horrible injustice to my clothes? His mind screeched to a halt. Injustice? There’s no way I just thought that! He smacked his forehead with his palm.

"I’m turning into Wufei…" He thought out loud as he parked the car his words bouncing off of the gray interior seats. Unbuckling his seatbelt as he wrapped his fingers around the handle of the plastic bag containing his evidence before climbing out and starting toward the front door. The house was quiet. Too quiet.

He poked his head into each of the rooms, in consecutive order, scrutinizing the inside but to no avail. Hilde was gone. He didn’t have to glance at the half-open empty drawer to know she had left. The bag landed on the carpeted floor forgotten as he immediately went over the available resources.

No matter what, he was getting his Hilde back.

Heero scanned the video screens again. There was no trace of the former Vice Foreign Minister. He knew she couldn’t have just disappeared into thin air. His eyes scanned over the image of the garage surrounded by equal sized images of every room in the whole house. He tapped a few keys and the picture of the garage filled the screen. His eyes narrowed at an empty parking space that had been occupied just minutes earlier. He slammed his hands down on both sides of the keyboard as he stood up.

"That little weasel stole my car!" He opened another program slipping a disk into the computer as he did so. "Payback time, scum." He said as he turned on the tracking device.

Relena couldn’t stop the giggles. I was close, nine words. She tapped her fingers on the wheel in beat to the song playing on the radio. She glanced at the ticket for the shuttle flight smiling to herself. If anyone would understand her dilemma it was Hilde. Although, it seemed she had exactly the opposite problem she was the only one who could relate perfectly to Relena. I wonder what she’s been up to on L2…

Sally started to turn off the computer and head home for some quick packing when a call came in. She was shocked to see Noin’s tear streaked face fill the screen.

"Noin, what’s wrong?" She asked leaning forward in her seat.

"Sally, could you come over? As soon as possible, please. I really need someone to talk to. In person." She replied.

"It’s Millardo isn’t it?"

"Can you come?" She asked again ignoring the question. Sally nodded in reply.

"Of course, I can. I’ll be there as soon as possible." She promised before Noin’s face disappeared off of the screen. Oh, Noin. What happened now? Sally sat there staring at the blank monitor for a few seconds as revenge filled her mind.

Whoever did this too you… Will pay.

She shifted the weight of the duffel bag before replying. "Just out." Trowa moved closer his face unreadable due to the large bang that occupied half of it.

"Out? Since when do you need suitcases to go out?" He demanded his green eye glancing toward the items in question through the trunk window before returning his gaze to her.

"Why do you care?" She shot back opening the door and placing the bag on the back seat.

"Why shouldn’t I?" He asked. She ignored the question climbing into the driver’s seat. The passenger’s door swung open as Trowa seated himself on the red cushioning before turning to face her.

"What do you think you’re doing?!" She exclaimed almost dropping the keys.

"Getting an answer. Why don’t you think I’d care if you leave?" He asked calmly.

"You hardly care when I am here." She answered before commanding,

"Now get out."

"No." She sighed turning the key before attempting to reason with him.

"What about the circus?"

"They’ll manage without me."

"Shouldn’t you at least give them a heads up?" She asked.

"Will you still be here when I get back?" She nodded. "Promise."

"I promise I’ll still be here." He studied her for a minute before climbing out of the car. Only then did she uncross the fingers of her left hand and hastily scribble down a note. Leaning out of the car she embedded a small knife into the ground securing a note.

Minutes later, Trowa was staring disbelieving at a small note as his hand tightened around the handle of one of Cathy’s knives.

Trowa,

Sorry but I had to. Besides, I had Kings all the time. Honestly though, I

didn’t lie to you. A part of me will always be with you if you keep the knife.

Good luck,

Cathy

"Darn it, Cathy. I don’t want a piece. I want all of you." He muttered bitterly before heading to his trailer. He had to find her.

No, he would find her.

Quatre glanced at the contents of the cabinet. His fingers traced the carving on the hilt of the saber as his pulse slowed down. She wouldn’t leave this behind. She’s coming back, then. I wonder why she left, though. He stood there debating whether or not to go after her. He had just made up his mind when someone behind him cleared his throat. He whirled to face the intruder his guard instantly up, a reflex that had stuck with him ever since the battles. Rashid stepped further into the room. The fatherly figure met his eyes, compassion lurking in his own depths.

"Go after her." It was all he said before leaving. Quatre stood there for a minute before moving to the computer. If he was going after her he had few ends to tie up first.

Noin lifted a hand fingering the long bangs as if she had just discovered they were there. Sally would be here soon. She can help me. I can’t believe I would actually consider this. After all I promised would I really leave Zechs? Why do I honestly want to leave him? I still love him. Maybe, I’m just jealous that Relena’s more important to him then I am… But, then why don’t I feel angry with Relena instead of Zechs? Is it just because he’s ignoring me? After all we’ve been through I can’t believe he would shove me on the back burner. I guess family matters more then me. Her thoughts continued to run unchecked through her brain as she gazed out the window not really seeing anything.

Zechs ran the conversation through his mind again as he shifted in the chair. Is she really leaving me or am I just imagining things? Why would she leave? She promised me! She promised to remain by my side. He glanced over at the empty seat next to him. Then why isn’t she right there?!