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Tears of Despair

Chapter 10: Revelations

By: Liewe

Standard disclaimers apply… The wonderfully colorful personalities of the Gundam Wing characters do not belong to me, I have only borrowed them for the sake of this NON-PROFIT fiction.  On the other hand though, the deliciously and elegantly evil character of LeFave is mine, and so are the scrumptious characters of Damien and Christof Une, so hands off the bish’s.

 

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LeFave paused, his thoughts returning to sad and stormy gray blue eyes.  He could see the tears falling from her lashes, her visage becoming more untouchable and perfect as time passed by.  He smirked as he remembered the scar, one, which he had caused, and one, which marred her perfect beauty.  He had hoped that the imperfection would make her more reachable in his mind, but she remained a dream.  Her ignorance to his presence and overtures had always irked him, even when he had been in control of her life she had retained the same aloof attitude.

 

“I will make you pay my sweet,” LeFave whispered, twirling the champagne flute between his fingers, the crimson liquid sloshing against the crystal sides.

 

“Sir?” The quaking voice of his newest employee asked as she stood poised at the door a slim hand resting on the bronze handle.

 

“Yes?” LeFave asked, ignoring her silent question, instead he enjoyed watching her quake.

 

“Miss Winner is here to see you,” the girl said, her thin lips stretched in a tight line as she carefully watched his every move.

 

“Miss Iria Winner?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Send her right in,” LeFave answered, his lips twisting into a devious grin as he contemplated the doors this sudden phenomenon had opened.

 

“LeFave,” Iria spat as she eyed him warily.  Her body tense and expectant, waiting for any sudden tricks that the snake of a man before her was apt to pull.

 

“Iria,” LeFave replied in the same tone, a teasing grin on his face.

 

“You promised years ago, that you would leave my family be,” Iria said through gritted teeth, her cloudy sapphire eyes burning with bitter resentment.

 

“Yes, I suppose I did.  But then again, I never said for how long I would leave them be,” LeFave answered with a smirk, as he looked Iria’s slender figure up and down.

 

“LeFave, I worked for you, under protest to save that girl, and for the last three years I haven’t said a word to ease my baby brothers conscience.  I have watched a cloud of doom surround him and his friends since that day you and your men tossed Midii over the edge of that cliff.” She paused watching the emotions play across his face, and her suspicions were confirmed when a self-satisfied smirk firmly planted itself on his lips.

 

“That was rather satisfying,” LeFave teased, watching Iria’s reaction with amusement.

 

“You’re barbaric,” Iria bit back, her disgust barely disguised. 

 

“And you can’t get enough of me,” LeFave answered glibly.

 

“That was a long time ago, LeFave.  I was an idealistic teenager, with more heart than sense, and in my naïveté I failed to notice that you were only after two things.” Iria paused trying to squash down the pain that experience still brought to light in her heart.  “Fortunately for my family and myself you only succeeded in attaining one goal, your grubby little paws never got near the family fortune.”

 

“Yes, and that was quite a shame, though I must say I did enjoy my other success,” LeFave said softly, with the same arrogance and self-satisfaction that the Midii incident had brought to his handsome yet sly visage.

 

“You sick perverted bastard!  What has my family ever done to you?” Iria cried out, her eyes filling with tears, but her pride refusing to let them fall in his presence.

 

“It’s all by association my dear, Iria, all by association.  Or at least now it is, back then though, it was the thrill of conquest,” LeFave answered coolly, his smoldering gray eyes holding the Iria’s own cloudy orbs.  His long black hair fell framing his angular countenance, aiding an air of elegant and graceful danger to the room.

 

“What do you mean,” Iria’s now trembling voice asked.

 

“Miss Midii Une, otherwise known as Miss Ariane Rougier, is also a Winner by blood,” LeFave said softly, waiting with a predators patience for the reaction from his captured prey.

 

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Ariane began to curl in on herself, feeling captured and alone, a woman striding towards her with palms outstretched in a show of kindness and trust.  She knew this woman; the name was on the tip of her tongue just waiting to fall from her open lips.  The feel of a warm body began to pull her back to the waking world as soft masculine snores entered into her slumbering mind stirring it awake.  With a protest she opened her blue gray eyes, desperately fighting the urge to shut them again.

 

A bandaged hand moved to brush her wayward bands from her eyes as she tried to maneuver herself from the prone possession in which she had slept.  She started with horror as she found herself pinned in place by the weight of a human limb across her waist before comprehension dawned on her and she remembered the night before with a slight blush.  She had been so weak; to plead for his continued company.  She mentally scolded herself as she watched Wufei sleep.  He looked so innocent in sleep without the permanent scowl.

 

She moved slightly, the gauze covering her hands scratching against Wufei’s bare skin, and she once more feigned sleep as he began to stir.  She would not allow him to know her moment of weakness, that she had watched him in slumber.

 

“Woman,” Wufei said, as he nudged her sleeping body.  “It’s time to prepare for the mission,” was the followed growl as Wufei removed his arm from her slender middle and rose from his bed.  A bronzed arm moved to tug the covers away from Ariane’s protesting form.

 

“The sun’s not even up yet,” Ariane protested, vainly trying to protect herself form the harsh glow of the artificial lighting with a plump pillow.

 

“We are to meet at Headquarters at dawn,” Wufei replied, this time bodily removing Ariane from the bed and striding into the bathroom with her slung over his shoulder.  The pose reminiscent of the old love stories from the 20^th century.  He unceremoniously placed her in the shower, his onyx eyes glaring down at her curled up form as he reached for the tap.

 

Ariane howled in outrage as the ice cold water struck her delicate skin, and with flailing arms she reached out for him, attempting to pull the smirking Chinese Preventer into the way of the ice-cold stream.  She smirked as he fell into the shower as well, the water making the tiling of the bathroom floor slick beneath his feet.  Even as he landed on top of her seemingly frail form, Ariane continued to smirk.

 

“Revenge is sweet, is it not?”

 

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“Where are they?”

 

“How am I supposed to know, I would rather be in my nice warm bed at this hour in the morning.  It’s absolutely inhumane to require someone to be up before the sun,” Duo grumbled in response to Christof Une’s question.  “Anyway, why are you and your brother here?”

 

“We wish to meet this Ariane Rougier, and I also knew LeFave,” Damien said from his position against the wall.  A position for which he would have been severely reprimanded by his late, or was it merely misplaced, sister for form this angle it seemed as if he was giving the wall the support it needed to remain standing.

 

“Neither of you are planning on accompanying us on this mission are you?” Quatre asked, his eyes looking towards the brothers with a veiled plea.

 

“It depends on whether we can be of some help,” Christof answered with a glib air. 

 

“Your father would not approve,” Lady Une said softly, her eyes holding a sadness long buried in the depths of her soul.

 

“It is none of his concern, and he would understand,” Damien replied softly.

 

“Damien?” Lady Une asked, noting the way her nephew’s hackles had risen at the mention of his father.

 

“Hey, has anybody seen Sally and Trowa lately, they were hear on time, but the seem to have disappeared?” Duo asked, his chestnut braid swaying from side to side as he comically searched through the room.

 

“No, not for at least twenty minutes,” Quatre answered in quiet reflection.

 

“Hn,” Heero grunted in reply, not lifting his head from his open laptop and the constant clicking of the keys as he worked on the mission parameters.

 

“Heero?”

 

“They left,” was the simple monotone answer.

 

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Sally glanced at Trowa’s emotionless mask, his jaw tense as his hands held the steering wheel in a white knuckled grip.  Over the past three years she had grown used to his long tortured silences, but it seemed with this new woman’s appearance, this Midii look-a-like, he had retreated further into his shell.  No longer did his eyes show that intense longing for something he believed from his grasp, that look had been replaced with utter defeat. 

 

“Trowa?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Are you all right,” Sally asked hesitantly, as the car door slammed shut.  She shook her head, as she bolted from her seat and followed the angry figure of her comrade in arms.

 

She followed and watched in dismay as Trowa punched the button on the elevator.  His shoulders tense under the heavy canvas of his Preventer jacket.

 

“The elevator did nothing to you,” Sally gently offered as she stood and watching the numbers count down as the elevator continued down towards them.  As her comment was met with silence Sally turned to look at the man beside her only to find the spot vacant.  The thump of the metal door leading to the stairs echoing in the silence of the apartment building lobby.  For a moment Sally contemplated following the irate man, but the ding of the elevator distracted her from that plan as she reasoned with herself about the 10-story climb.

 

She waited patiently as the elevator slowly climbed the past each floor, stopping once for an immeasurable amount of time as an elderly old lady struggled with her walker and dog onto the elevator, heading for the roof of the building.  Sally smiled and nodded as she gingerly helped the frail dame into her corner, pressing the button for the roof. 

 

“Good morning,” Sally said to the old lady as she stepped off the elevator onto Wufei’s floor.  Her hand reached hesitantly forward to knock on the hard oak surface.  She jumped back as she heard the sounds of female giggles, and a loud thump reminiscent of a human body hitting the floor.  She inched forward as she heard the tell tale string of Chinese curses identifying the person who fell as her partner and one time love.

 

She stepped aside as Trowa came to stand beside, and she only watched as all color drained from his face as a partially dressed and soaking Wufei opened the door, a half clad Ariane standing in the background.

 

Sally watched in horror as Trowa’s fist connected with the finely boned features of Wufei’s face.  She pulled Trowa back, as Ariane rushed forward, her face stricken, before she fell to the floor in a faint, the name Nanashi on her lips.

 

“Midii…” Trowa whispered in horror, as the barriers finally crumbled and the pain, which had been festering in his soul since that day, 3 years ago broke through the dam, and tears spilled from his eyes.

 

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- To Be Continued…