Shattered Hearts

Chapter 5 Meetings of Chance

By: Liewe

Standard disclaimers apply, Gundam Wing and it’s characters belong to Sunrise and Bandai not me….

“An inconsequential nobody?”

“Yeah, an inconsequential nobody, my name is of no importance… Now I have one request, Trowa Barton comes with me…” The man in black said a mocking grin on his face as he looked at the ex-Gundam pilots.

“He’s not going anywhere,” Heero said his gun still in his hand, the barrel smoking.

“I beg to differ, you see, my friends have their guns trained on you, one wrong move and it’s goodbye world. Don’t worry I’m not going to do anything to your friend, but there’s something he needs to clear up with a friend of mine,” he said shaking his head, the mocking grin still firmly in place.

“A friend?”

“Yeah, you may know her, goes by the name Ice to some another to others. A pretty blonde girl who’s heart you broke,” he said stepping into the light. The pale moonlight reflected off his pale gold hair and his blue-gray eyes were filled with hate.

“Midii…” Trowa stared at the young man before him dumbfounded; this was his chance.

“So you do remember her then,” the man said letting a sinister chuckle escape his lips, he moved slightly to the side his hand beckoning Trowa forward. He smirked when he saw the one called Heero try to stop the other man, a task at which Heero failed.

“Miss, would you like some dinner,” a timid voice spoke through the door to Midii’s room. The young spy groaned before rolling over to hide her head in the pillows, her short pale gold hair peeking out from the covers. “Miss,” the voice continued.

“No thank you,” Midii managed to growl through clenched teeth, as she fought a loosing battle against the light of day. She groaned in frustration before throwing the covers back from her battered form, wincing slightly at the action. All thoughts of the previous night flooding back into her troubled mind, Christof, and Trowa. “Ugh,” Midii spluttered before rising from the warm cocoon of covers to place her bare feet on the cold linoleum, flinching slightly at the contrast to the warmth of her bed.

“Miss Midii,” a deeper voice called, a familiar voice, the innkeeper, her mind supplied as she pulled her pants on.

“One moment, sir.”

“I just wanted to bring up some more bandaging for you, and some breakfast,” the voice spoke through the door.

“Thank you, James,” she said openly the door to the kind old man, one of the few people she trusted with her life. He had always been there for her, whenever trouble had arisen, that was why she didn’t frequent the inn as often she had in earlier days.

“Hello Midii,” another voice greeted, faintly accented, and very familiar. She turned to level an icy gaze at the young man standing nonchalantly behind her before launching at him, her fists poised for attack.

“You bastard, you left me there for dead, and now you just Hi Midii me,” she said from her position on his chest, the startled innkeeper peeking over her shoulder. “I. Do. Not. Appreciate. Betrayal.” She said her voice dangerously soft as her cheeks began to fill with color, her fists clenched at her sides.

“Now Midii, babe, you can forgive me right,” Alonzo said his face slightly pale in the face of her anger.

“Don’t you dare babe me Alonzo,” she said before lifting herself from the floor to take a seat in one of the old wooden chairs, which littered the room. She smiled graciously at the innkeeper her hands moving in a graceful fashion to take the proffered cup of tea.

“Ugh, nice way to greet a guys who’s concerned about you,” Alonzo said, flinching slightly when he saw the glare Midii sent in his direction, her blue-gray eyes turning a steely.

“Mr. Alonzo, would you like a cup of tea,” James asked the prone man. Shaking his head at the antics of the young, he would never understand them.

“Where are we going,” Trowa asked the man in black.

“To meet Ice, you can call me Damien by the way,” he supplied not deigning to look over his shoulder as the speeded down the highway, the scenery whizzing by them.

“Ice… you mean Midii right? Why do you want me to meet with her, she must hate me,” Trowa said, perplexed.

“Yeah, Midii, I wouldn’t say she hates you… She’s very complex, her heart incased with in a shield of ice, I’ve known her for a long time, and I knew what she was like before she met you,” Damien said pausing as he navigated a busy stretch. “But, she’s so different now, she once told me about you, and at first I swore to kill you, but then I realized that for one she wouldn’t like it and two there was your side of the story. Listening to you talk to your friends about it, I realized that you were hurting as well. She’s my sister, I don’t like seeing her hurt.”

“Sister? Midii’s, your sister? I thought her brother’s were dead,” Trowa said almost falling off the speeding vehicle.

“Nope, we just got lost one day, bad part of town, you know the typical wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Oh…”

“Trowa, what do you feel for my sister,” Damien said his voice muffled slightly by the helmet he wore.

“I wish I had never let her go, that was the most idiotic thing I ever did, I want to apologize and I never want to let her go,” the usually quite man said, a single tear coursing down his cheek.

The White Horse Bar and Inn loomed in the distance, the brick building standing out against the markings of progress. The parking lot was almost empty, the only occupants, a silver motorcycle and a red Ferrari. Damien double-checked the lot for any other occupants before his eyes strayed back to the Ferrari it was familiar. The wheels in his mind began to work as he placed the car, and the license plate with a name, one that he had come to hate. Without bothering to wait for Trowa to follow, he bolted for the door, the ancient wood making a loud slamming sound as he burst through and his feet pounded the floorboards on his search for Alonzo.

Trowa just stood and stared at Damien’s disappearing back for a few seconds before following the enraged man. He took the time to pull the door gently back into the place, and nodding to the bar tender as he followed the sound of Damien’s furious cursing.

“You bastard, you animal, how dare you show your face,” Damien growled. He was intently watching the older man for any sign of movement, or resistance as he slowly entered the room, barely acknowledging his sister.

“Midii and I have already worked everything out,” Alonzo said backing into the wall.

“We worked nothing out, I just decided you weren’t worth the trouble. My brother may not be so kind,” she said her gaze turning icy as she leveled it on the cowering man. “James, why don’t you go downstairs and organize some dinner?”

“James, what’s going on upstairs,” the bar tender asked, his face contorted in worry.

“I don’t know, I really don’t know, after a while you learn not to ask. Miss Midii has been coming here for a long time, I’ve learnt that sometimes its best to leave well enough alone…”

“Midii,” came Trowa’s surprised voice as his eyes alighted on the blonde spy.

“Nanashi,” she whispered, her eyes widening slightly as the world began to turn on its axis, things spinning out of her grasp. “Nanashi,” she repeated.

Damien spun round from his towering position on the cowering man, to see the ice, which protected his sister’s heart crack ever so slightly. He allowed himself a pat on the back before dragging the sputtering Alonzo from the room, he didn’t bother to excuse himself, he just winked and smiled before descending the stairs. He chuckled at Alonzo’s squeaks as the older man tripped and fell numerous times, a small price to pay for what he had done.

“What are you doing here,” Midii managed to ask, her voice remaining calm and steady as her face paled. She had not expected him to show up with her brother of all people, she was amazed Damien had not shot him on the spot.

“I came to speak to you, to apologize,” he said quietly his eyes holding hope and sadness as he saw her unstable state.

“Sir, is everything alright up there,” the young bartender asked the jovial Damien, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw the young man’s face, the eyes and smile were so familiar.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, my sister just has a few things to clear up with the great banged one,” Damien said not turning to face the gaping man.

“Damien, Damien Une?”

“How do you know my name,” Damien said turning to face the young man, his eyes widening at the site. Before him stood a young man much like himself, the same eyes, the hair, it was like looking in a mirror… “Christof,” he said in wonder.

-To Be Continued…