Title: To Make Amends

Author: Liewe (liewe@hotmail.com)

Disclaimer: standard apply, please don't sue me.

Midii Une ran through the halls, desperation pushing her to run faster and faster, pushing her to her limits. She had to get to him before it was to late, before they got to him, she owed it to him. She had to save him, to try to make amends for what she had done in the past, all the hurt she had caused. Her family was dead now, there was nothing for the alliance to hold over her, they had no leeway with her anymore. Her blonde hair trailed her, marked her progress, her dove gray eyes sought the halls, taking note of all the little details. Her mind, the mind of a spy, calculated all the risks, all the possibilities, the act she was about to commit. She was going to save him, No-name, the young man she had betrayed all those years ago, the young man who had become something untouchable in her lonely mind. The uniform she wore allowed her to masquerade as a soldier of Oz, the form fitting pants and top, garnering the attention of soldiers she passed at her break neck speed, but it also allowed her to continue her mission without suspicion. They were heading for him she knew, they would torture him, then they would kill him, he meant nothing to them, he was just a tool, as she had been to the alliance. She would save him though, she owed it to him, to his friends, to herself, she owed it to all those she had betrayed. His salvation from the hands of Oz would ease the sense of guilt on her soul slightly; it would mark the beginning of her own salvation. The door, which held him, confined, prevented his own escape, eased open for her, the keys made to good use, the keys she had pilfered from another nameless soldier. His form was huddled in a corner, hidden from the harsh light, which flooded the room as a result of the open door. Her form silhouetted, her harsh breathing echoing of the walls, he saw the uniform, he didn't know who she was. She had come to save him, but he only saw her as another enemy soldier come to badger him, to provoke him, to fight him. "Nanashi," her voice echoed, trembling over the simple word, emotion dripping of each syllable. "Who are you," he questioned as he moved to rise, his tall form towering over her own slight one, his hair disheveled, his clothing torn. "I am Midii Une," she whispered. "Midii Une," he tested the world, realization slowly dawning over his impassive features, a sad smile forming in the corners of his mouth. "Yes, Midii Une, we don't have much time," she said while gesturing to the open door, her intent clear, she was here to rescue him, but why? "Why," he voiced the simple question, his voice caustic, as the memories filled his mind, the memories of her betrayal. "To make amends," she said more firmly as she moved to support his staggering form, a gun appearing in her hand. "Why," he questioned once more, her answer before not satisfying him, as he accepted her help. "To make amends for all I've done, to start the process of my salvation," she said again as she guided him through the halls at a pace which belied the concern in her voice. He didn't say anymore as they moved through the base, their sense alert for any sound of trouble, the tell tale crunch of boots nearing, the sound of a soldiers voice. He noticed that in each encounter she placed her body slightly in front of his weapon drawn, her shots aimed carefully to minimize the loss of life. Her actions puzzled him, he remembered her as a scared little girl doing everything in her power to help her family, lost to the world, suffering from the cruelty of man. The strength she possessed was hidden by her build, her strength coming from within, her determination surprising. He had once threatened to kill her if her ever saw her again, but here she was risking her life to save his, an unimportant life. He heard the shots ring out in the distance, he felt her stagger, but she carried on, determined to save him, to make amends for what she'd done, to begin her salvation. That night, they sat in a hotel room, a first aid kit open as she tended to his wounds, her own forgotten, the bullet in her shoulder ignored, the blood which sluggishly flowed from the wound stemmed by a piece of the uniform which had saved his life. He hadn't seen the wound, the pain from his enveloping his mind, pushing reality to the side. She stitched and cleaned each wound, taking care over the details fighting against the infection that threatened to set in, that threatened to undo all she had fought for. His brow was covered in a sheen of sweat as his mind rested, his body fighting the infection. "Nanashi, I'm sorry," she whispered, "I'm sorry for betraying you, for causing you pain. I'm so sorry," she choked out as tears began to fall from her eyes, dripping from her lashes to be soaked into the scratchy material of the jacket she still wore. Her discomfit forgotten in the light of his, her mind running in circles, reliving each betrayal she had ever committed. She watched him through the night, cooling his brow, her wound taken care of when the pain overcame her determination to care only for him, to make amends. When the first signs of dawn began to appear on the horizon she cleared away all her belongings, the uniform shoved unceremoniously into the trash can by the door. She took one more look at the sleeping man, Nanashi, a young man she had betrayed, she knew his name, the one he'd found for himself, but to her he'd always be Nanashi, a nameless soldier who had saved her life. She had left money, food, and medical supplies for him, a small note scrawled in her spidery writing lay on the counter, an explanation and a promise. Trowa woke up to find the hotel room empty of all signs of human life except his own, the clock marking the hour, he scanned the room for any signs of the girl, no the woman who had saved his life to find only the food, the first aid kit, and the money. As he stumbled over to the counter to get some aspirin from the first aid kit, he spied the note she had left for him, her explanation.

Nanashi, please forgive me for everything I've done, maybe with your forgiveness I can finally forgive myself. I've left you enough money to keep yourself fed, clothed and medicated for a week, the rooms paid up until the end of the week as well. I've left you some food and some aspirin. I will be back one day, to speak with you, to ask for you forgiveness in person but I have business to finish, but I promise to you that I will return, take care Trowa.

-Midii Une

He read the note, carefully going over the words, it hadn't been a dream she had came back to save him, to save him, she had risked her life for him. He read the note once more taking in her words, savoring their meaning as he moved over to the bed, the weight of her words causing his legs to become unsteady. "I'll wait for you Midii, and I forgive you," he whispered to the empty room his heart reaching out to the girl, her determination, her soul. Somewhere a girl turned her eyes to the sky, as if she were talking to someone, her mind whispering words of forgiveness, as a smile broke across her face, a real smile, not a fake smile which she plastered on for the world. Thank you her mind replied to the phantom voice, her life would get better and she would keep the promise she had made to Nanashi, Trowa, she was Midii Une a girl of her word now, no longer a spy, but a girl hoping to make amends.

-The End