Shattered Hearts (type-two)

Chapter 8 Questions of Responsibility

By: Liewe

Standard disclaimers apply.

Midii stared at Alonzo’s body and another part of her heart died one she hadn’t known existed. Alonzo had been special to her yes, but he had been a player in the game, they were all special in their own way. She hadn’t realized that Alonzo had been like a brother to her after that short affair they had shared, he had become a substitute for Damien and Christof, her brothers. She felt someone tug her injured hand, a spark of pain shooting through her palm at the action.

“You really need to get this tended,” Trowa said gazing into her eyes and cupping her cheek with his other hand.

“Don’t tell me what I need,” she said ripping away from his gentle touch, the barriers, though weakened, crashing back into place around her heart.

“Midii,” he said softly his hand still holding hers, her blood staining his hands.

“Don’t,” she said before walking over to her brothers, and Alonzo’s body.

“What do you want us to do with him,” Damien asked no sympathy for the other man in his voice.

“Give him a proper burial, he deserves that,” she said softly kneeling down to brush his hair away from his face. “He was sorry about leaving me there, and he was like a brother to me, he deserves a proper burial.”

“Only for you Midii, only for you, if anyone else asked me, I would flat out refuse,” Damien said as he hefted the dead weight of Alonzo’s body into his arms.

“Thank you,” she whispered to her brother, her voice trailing away as she turned to stare into the endless emerald depths of Trowa’s eyes.

“We need to talk,” his voice held a steel edge as his eyes pulled her in, devouring her with one single glance.

“Not now, later,” she breathed, desperately trying to break the hold he held on her. “I need to bury Alonzo, I owe him that.”

“You don’t owe him anything, he left you for dead,” Trowa said his hand grabbing a hold of her arm, his grip bruising her delicate skin.

“Trowa you’re hurting me,” she said through gritted teeth, her long fingers trying to loosen his vice like grip. “Alonzo was my only friend for so long, you learn to forgive certain things in the game, you need to learn to forgive things that normally would be unforgivable. We all have these deep rooted instincts for survival, you can’t overcome that, not even for true love,” she cried as Trowa brought her crashing into his chest.

“That’s not true, I would give my life for yours, nothing would ever stop me from keeping you alive. We have been separated for so long, but the old adage, absence only makes the heart grow fonder is true. Midii, don’t you understand, I love you with my whole being,” he said his lips inches from hers.

Midii just stared into the raging inferno that was barely contained in his eyes. That rage, which swarmed through his body was evident in the shaking of his frame and the tightening of his hold on her. The inching of his lips closer to her until their noses where barely touching. She couldn’t resist the temptation as her lips snatched at his, bringing them into an earth-shattering kiss, as her arms wormed their way around his neck holding him to her. She didn’t notice when he lifted her up against him and her feet dangled inches above the ground.

“Remove your hands,” a deep voice echoed from behind them, anger dripping from each word.

“Ouch,” Midii said as she turned to glare at her brother from her position on the floor. The place where she had landed when Trowa’s hands had abruptly stopped supporting her. “Thank you brother mine.”

“Your welcome, sister. I don’t appreciate to see people mauling you,” Damien said.

“Why did you interrupt, he wasn’t mauling me,” Midii said childishly the ice mask pushed to the back of her mind as she confronted the over-protective man standing before her.

“That’s not what it looked like from where I was standing… Anyway I came here to say that we’re ready to put good old Alonzo to rest.”

“The grave’s dug then,” she asked as she rose from the ground and dusted off the seat of her pants, the mask back in place. “Then let’s finish this and put him to rest.”

Wufei helped Duo and Heero to their feet, his mind in another place as he thought about the young woman who had dared to defy him. He had allowed her to leave, sure, but the look in her eyes still unnerved him, the look was so similar to Sally’s that it had felt that he was fighting her, and not a criminal mastermind.

“Where is she,” Heero asked, his voice in the same monotone he always used.

“I let her go.”

“You what? Wu-man, what possessed you to let her go,” Duo said his voice booming in Wufei’s ear.

“DON’T CALL ME WU-MAN! My name is Wufei!”

“Yeah, yeah whatever, Wu-man. So tell me again why did you let Blondie go,” Duo persisted, his thought on his own personal safety taking a flying leap out the battered door of the tavern.

“It was the honorable thing to do,” he said quietly, ignoring the death glare sent his way by the irate Perfect soldier.

“Your honor is the cause of more trouble than it’s worth,” Heero said from his place leaning against the wall, an impassive mask slipping across his face.

“At least I have honor, you are a drone, you have always been a drone, and I can see why Relena left you,” Wufei whispered, his voice audible to the trained ears of the perfect soldier, as he helped Duo back to the van, which they were currently using as transportation.

“Leave her out of this,” Heero’s voice filtered after Wufei and his burden.

“What happened,” came Quatre’s worried voice as he pulled the black doors open, his soulful blue eyes full of worry.

“She got away, and took Trowa with her, after Mr. Trigger-happy, ruined everything,” Duo said with a groan as he clambered into the front passenger seat, his face pale as he dealt with the pain. “Heero needs to be taken care of, Mr. Perfect soldier was shot by the little upstart.”

“I can take care of myself,” was the sharp reply, as Heero climbed into the back of the van, a makeshift bandage covering the wound, and already beginning to turn a brilliant shade of red.

“Wufei can you get us back to headquarters,” Quatre asked softly, his head shaking in disapproval.

“Yes, I can.”

“Trowa why did you follow me,” Midii asked softly as she heard his approaching footsteps.

“Because you carry a part of my soul, without you I am only half a man,” he said softly a hand coming to rest on her slim shoulder.

“I carry nothing of yours, you left me there to die, and I didn’t. I fought to stay alive for my family, my brothers and my father, and do you know what I found when I returned home, do you. I found hatred and shame for what I had become, at that time, they couldn’t understand what or why I had become a spy, working for the alliance. Until their disappearance, I lived a lonely life, I had family but I couldn’t trust them, I lived in the shadows.”

“You think you were the only one hurting Midii,” Trowa asked as his grip on her shoulder tightened painfully, causing her breath to constrict in her throat as she turned to face him, a look of pure rage caressing her features.

“No Trowa, I don’t, I know there were other people hurting, believe me I know. And I know that I made some of those people hurt, I was the culprit in some cases. But I’m not self-centered enough to think I was the only one hurting, Trowa did you think you were the only one hurting. Did you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Are you so sure of that, Trowa, are you so sure that you didn’t see the world through the eyes of a soldier, one that didn’t care and didn’t feel, because I know you felt, I know that.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” he said pulling her once more against his chest, his other arm moving to encircle her waist.

“I don’t,” she whispered, her mind captivated by the feel of his strong chest beneath her fingers. Her eyes fixated on the movement of his lips as his words were lost to her. “I think the time for words has passed,” she breathed as his lips descended on her and her world narrowed to single pinpoint in time, and the feel of his lips against hers.

-To Be Continued….