Shattered Hearts (type-two)

Chapter 9: Intrigue

By: Liewe

Standard disclaimer’s apply, so please don’t sue me…..

"Would you to can it," Christof interrupted the embracing pair. "We have to leave before the Parson returns, we wouldn't want him to find us in his graveyard now would we?"

"What is it with you and Damien, do you guys have a sixth sense or something," Midii asked as she pulled away from Trowa and began storming down the hill with her short golden hair bobbing behind her.

"We're your brother's," Christof shouted after her as he smirked at Trowa. "Like my brother said, don't go mauling our sister."

"I heard that," Midii shouted over her shoulder, "the testosterone level is tangible."

"Midii we're only watching out for you," Damien's voice boomed from Alonzo's grave. "Now come and say goodbye to your traitorous friend."

“Alonzo’s was a spy what else do you expect,” she quipped back as she collapsed to her knees at the side of Alonzo’s freshly dug grave.

“Well at least your still partially human, and not a complete loss,” Damien said softly as he watched emotions flick across his sisters face at lightning speeds. “I will just be by the van, call if you need anything.”

“I will Damien, I will, I just need some time to say goodbye,” Midii said softly her dove-gray eyes turned inward towards her soul as she heard rather than saw her brother leave.

“Alonzo, we knew each other for so long, we helped each other through tough times, though you were usually my shoulder to cry on. You know you were the only one I ever opened up to in the game, you knew the most about me, you knew al my deepest darkest secrets and you never ran from me. I know we all had our faults, it was built into us wasn’t it, I mean everyday we ran from shadows, struggling to stay one step ahead those who hunted us, never having a moments rest. I wouldn’t have survived without you, you helped me through some tough times, and you didn’t get intimidated by my less than chipper personality.”

“We were friends for so long, we were in the alliance together, and I was your teacher, I didn’t give you the best skills I could, I was afraid they were trying to replace the old with the new. Can you think of a better way to replace a spy with severe emotional hang-ups than have her train her replacement; I found that thought amusing even if you didn’t. And then you were always my right hand man when the game came into existence, you helped me retain my position and you thwarted those who would stab me in the back. Alonzo you were my best friend, and in a way you’ll always be, I forgive you for leaving me there to face the music, it was for the best in a way. I wish you luck in your next life, hopefully you get a better slice of the cake,” she finished rising from the cold ground and brushing the dirt from the knee’s of her pant’s a single tear glistening on her ivory cheek.

“Said everything you needed to say, bright eyes,” Damien asked as he hugged Midii around the shoulders.

“Bright eyes,” Trowa asked, his eyes lighting with curiosity.

“Dad used to call her that when we were kid’s, I think it was because her eyes were always shining with tears. Midii was always so sad, and Dad was always trying to cheer her up,” Damien said interrupting the ever helpful Christof.

Heero stared out into the inky darkness of the velvet sky; his thoughts focusing on a certain Princess of Sank. He missed her, he would never admit it, but he missed her, she was his light, his wall, she was everything to him. In the end it had been the missions that had driven her away, the endless parade of mission’s and silence, he wasn’t right for her, and now that was why he threw himself into each mission as if his life depended on it. It did in a way; the mission’s were the only thing’s he lived for, a supreme order passed down with glee by Zechs keeping him from being Relena’s silent shadow.

He could still feel the silk of her hair running through his fingers, the pale gold shining in the moonlight as they talked or contented themselves in each other’s company. He sighed softly as another replaced his beloveds face, a harder colder face shining with an innocence that contradicted the woman’s place in life, the spy. He knew she was the queen; the one they had been searching for, Ice, the queen of the game, the queen of espionage. Ice would pay, he thought, she would pay dearly for ruining his life. If it had not been for that upstart, the mission’s would not have increased, his Relena would never have left him, he would still be happy.

“Heero?” Quatre questioned as he looked sadly at Heero’s torn face, his own heart telling him of the torment which ran through Heero’s soul. Quatre had been the one to silently comfort the stoic man when Relena had dropped her bombshell, he had been the one to push Heero to live, but living for revenge was worse in his eyes. Heero would never be the same, not without Relena, but Relena had turned her back on him, she had given up the fight. Now, Relena was missing, and only this woman, the one they chased could help them find her.

“Yes,” was the monotone reply to Quatre’s prompting.

“She still loves you, and we will get her back.” he whispered as he stared out at velvet sky, the deep ocean blue matching her eyes. Dorothy, he missed her, but she was gone, forever. She had been torn from his arms, and she would never return, he understood Heero’s sorrow, he understood only too well, but unlike Heero he couldn’t hope to hold his beloved in his arms again. Dorothy was dead, murdered, by the very people they hunted with a vengeance, he didn’t believe in revenge, but it was a filling dish when one’s heart wept.

“I don’t doubt that.”

Relena sat huddled in the corner of the lavishly decorated room, her face bruised from one of the many harsh slaps she had received for insolence. She would never help them, she would never be a pawn in the hands of evil again, she wouldn’t let them ruin what Heero had fought so hard for. A well manicured hand moved up to gingerly finger the mop of hair they had mutilated, it had been a good ploy, she thought, but her hair meant little to her, she would die for peace. She would die for him.

Those men, with their demands, would not conquer the Princess of the Sank Kingdom; they had already killed her only remaining family. They wouldn’t harm anyone else she cared for, she would rather die first, and if need be she would take her own life. Lowly ameba’s in the game of life wouldn’t conquer her; she would never let them win. But it was so hard, being strong, fighting, she knew that now, and seeing them ruthlessly murder Noin and Zechs had almost destroyed her. It was her fault, her fault, she whispered as a lone tear trickled down her face.

Sally stared out at the star’s, tears in her eyes as she thought of all those she had betrayed, this work was getting to trying on her heart. She had grown to think of Ice as a friend, and then she had betrayed her, she was glad that the young woman had escaped, glad that the woman with a shattered heart had been whisked away to relative safety. But in a way she wasn’t, Noin and Zech’s were dead, Relena captured, maybe Ice could have helped them find the dove of peace.

“Sally,” Lady Une said softly, her face searching her comrade’s soul for signs of the breakdown to come. She could read the signs, the fatigue and the pain in the other woman’s eyes, eyes that had seen so much. Seeing Zechs and Noin murdered and Relena whisked away without being able to do anything had harmed Sally’s soul, and her hands, hands of a surgeon curled up in fists of despair had shaken for days, the only indication of the pain Sally had felt.

“Yes, Lady,” she replied softly, her eyes hollow, missing the spark which was her soul.

“Wufei and the others are returning, they should arrive soon.”

“Thank you, should I prepare the Med bay,” Sally asked, her voice quivering in fear, she didn’t want to lose anyone else, she couldn’t.

“Yes, your little spy, is quiet capable isn’t she,” Lady Une said with a smirk as she walked away, the soft reassurance the only thing she could offer to Sally.

Midii sat staring at her hands, the blood visible to her eyes, she could see the blood staining them, the blood that would never leave her alone. She saw it when she closed her eyes, she saw it when she opened them, she always saw it, she would always see it. She could hear the soft tapping of Damien as he frantically typed away searching for her mysterious employer, the man who had wanted the information on all the Gundam pilots. She had completed her part of the bargain but as she thought about the possible reasons for his request she could no longer give him the disk, not anymore.

“Bright Eyes, don’t look so upset,” Christof said as he placed a steaming mug of cocoa in her hands. “Things will work out, and anyway you have me and Damien, and that Gundam pilot. He loves you, ya know, he loves you with all his heart and soul, it’s plain to see on his face, and in his eyes. We give you a hard time and all, but that’s because we’re your brothers and we have a life time of brotherly duties to make up for.”

“I know, I know, but what I can’t see is why he would love me after all I’ve done to him, I betrayed him when we were children, I betrayed him again when I took this job, I should’ve refused point blank. I shouldn’t have accepted it.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it, Midii you are an Une, we’re ruthless right, I mean Aunt Une is the fabled Colonel Une of Oz and the leader of the Preventers. Dad didn’t speak much about her but she’s family,” Damien said turning away from the computer screen a gentle smile lighting his features.

“And the females will do anything for a man, I met her once,” Midii said her eyes far away as she recalled the gentle woman she remembered. “She was so kind to me, she helped me, and maybe it’s time to return the favor.”

-To Be Continued…..

What will happen next, will Midii finally reunite with her Aunt? Lady Une's her aunt, what will she say? Will Sally have her nervous breakdown or will she save it for a more opertune time?