Tears of Despair
Chapter 16: To Fight We Go
Standard disclaimers apply, I only own the wonderful Une brothers, so hands off them *g* but the rest of the cast and crew I'm afraid belong to Sunrise and Bandai.

AN: If you want to catch Christof in action in another fic, check out Midii’s It’s Been Awhile, there you get to see a teenaged version of the loveable Une brother. It can be found at her site, or it will be able to be found at her site, http://midiiune.tripod.com/MidiiUne/

Also previous chapters can be found at my site http://ladyliewe.topcities.com/

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Midii ran, tears of frustration spilling down her cheeks. Her shoes slapped against the floor, echoing her frustration. She wouldn’t let LeFave win, she couldn’t.

Seeing Christof and Damien again had been wonderful but that bastard had ruined it. He always ruined everything, even her wedding day. A day that was meant to be the happiest day of her life.

She had glanced out of the door of her dressing room to see Trowa standing at the altar. He had looked so handsome in the tailored tuxedo. His perfect features schooled into a calm mask. Her heart had skipped a beat. But then they had come and ruined it all.

He had grabbed her, having the audacity to sully her pure white dress with his dirty hands. He had roughly dragged her from the small dressing room, his hand effectively gagging her. His behavior had been unexpected though, surely a drudge would have been sent to fetch her, or didn’t he trust anyone? Either way he had ruined her life with that one little act, would it return to a semblance of normality, she wondered before her mind shifted to the present once more.

And then in Wufei’s apartment she had slapped him! Why?

“God Trowa, when this is over you and I are going to have a little talk,” she said aloud with a small smile.

Maybe they’d solve their problems and everything would be perfect again, she mused as she ducked into a stairwell.

Her mind wandered into thoughts of possible futures as she descended down level after level. A sharp pain blossoming in her shoulder pulled her back to the present. And she was met with LeFave’s dark eyes.

“Midii, ma chér, we meet again,” LeFave said as he grinned up at her.

Kalie and Catherine watched from their position behind him, their faces tight and drawn. A splatter of blood marred Kalie’s cheek, but she paid it no attention as she watched LeFave intently.

“Get the hell away from me,” Midii hissed, her pale face contorted in a grimace of distaste. 

“I can’t do that, chér,” LeFave said motioning for Kalie to step forward and grab Midii. She had fallen right into his lap, he thought with satisfaction as he brushed past them, Catherine firmly in tow. “You will follow us Catalonia, and you will bring Midii with you.” LeFave tossed over his shoulder, as he rounded the corner, his form disappearing from sight.

“Of course,” Kalie said as she gritted her teeth against the sharp pain in her shins. The woman was kicking her! The heavy boots packed a punch Kalie mused as she yanked on the wounded shoulder harshly, trying to force her captive to be still. It didn’t work, Midii’s struggling only increased.

“Let go,” Midii growled through her pain as she maneuvered her arm to strike against Kalie’s neck, effectively loosening the hold on her. She smiled in satisfaction as she stumbled through the stair well doors Kalie leaning against the wall clutching her neck in pain.

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Kalie slowed as she followed the blood trail on the wall. She rubbed the back of her neck wryly, wincing against the pain as she examined the trail which Midii had left. It looked like Midii had been leaning against the wall as she ran.

“I’m not going to kill you,” Kalie called out. Her hands at her sides.

Midii struggled against the pain, which was slowly claiming her mind. When had she gotten so careless? She could hear her pursuer swiftly nearing her position and she gripped her gun. The handle was slowly becoming slick with blood.

I’m not going down without a fight, Midii thought as she slowed her breathing. She would fight to the very end.

“Fuck, what the hell are you playing at?” Kalie asked as she glared down at Midii. “I said I wasn’t going to kill you!”

“You’re the enemy,” Midii stated incredulous.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover?”

“What?” Midii asked wincing as she rose from the ground. She staggered slightly as the world spun on its axis for a moment, before righting itself again.

“Haven’t you ever heard of going undercover, or even fancier term is being a double agent,” Kalie asked exasperated. Midii blinked.

She’s asking a spy if I know about undercover, Midii thought with a mental chuckle.

“How do I know you won’t sell me out, like you’re selling out LeFave?”

“You just have to trust me,” Kalie said with a huff. “Look my name is Katherine Catalonia, but everyone calls me Kalie.”

“And you work for?”

“Catherine Winner,” Kalie said after a moment. It wouldn’t be too bad to work for the Winner, and keep Catherine safe. Dorothy would have liked that.

“Pardon?”

“I work for Catherine Winner, I’m her bodyguard,” Kalie said with a smile, testing the new title out. Even without pay should be Catherine’s bodyguard, she owed the woman that at least.

“I didn’t know,” Midii whispered shocked. A slight glitch in her memory she tried to reassure herself.

“Oh well… you are?”

“Midii Une, and I freelance,” she said. “At the moment it’s the Preventers…”

“And previously it was LeFave,” Kalie said finishing Midii’s sentence with a nod.

“Yes…” Midii answered cautiously, and Kalie smiled.

“So you’re just like me,” Kalie said softly.

“What do you mean,” Midii asked. How could anyone be just like her?

“I used to work for LeFave as well, and by judging from your reaction to him, you want some sort of revenge,” Kalie said leaning against the wall.

“Are you proposing a partnership of sorts?”

“Yes, I am, of sorts,” Kalie smiled, pushing off from the wall and placing the gun in the waistband of her pants. She extended her hand to Midii, and they shook on the partnership. For now they would fight together.

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Christof fumed as he paced. Why was he on babysitting duty when Midii was in danger?

“Don’t look so sour,” Damien admonished softly, his words tinged with his lilting accent.

“How can you be so calm? We just found out our sister, Midii is still alive and well, and then she ran off to fight again. To fight the man that took her away from us in the first place!”

“I trust in our sisters abilities you should as well,” Damien said softly. His gaze switching to the stiffening form of Mariemaia. She was getting angry, he could see it, but could Christof?

Mariemaia sniffed as she turned to the full glass window. It hurt that he didn’t care about her, or her safety. Yes Midii had been away for years, and they’d though she was dead, but still. Couldn’t he at least pretend to care about her?

“Go after her then,” Mariemaia said as she turned her back on the window to face Christof.

She heard the glass shattering behind her, and she felt the individual stings of the fragments of glass as they sliced her delicate skin before she felt the rendering pain in her side.

Christof and Damien’s faces were mirrors in expression, and she tried to reassure them, a bloody hand reaching out towards them. She was fine, it didn’t hurt that much, really, she tried to say as she looked at her blood stained hands. Why was she bleeding so much, she thought idly as she fell into warm arms.

“Marie,” Christof said as she cradled her limp body against his chest. He ignored the glass which cute his knees. His world was focused on a single moment, when the glass shattered.

“Christof,” Damien called, shaking his younger brother. He had checked already, the sniper was gone, now all that mattered was Mariemaia. “We need to get her to medical.”

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“Khushrenada’s dead.” A voice hissed into the phone and LeFave smiled.

“Revenge is a dish best served cold,” he said to Catherine.

“What did Mariemaia ever do to you?” Catherine asked a protective hand placed over her bulging stomach.

“Nothing, but her father messed with my plans,” LeFave said with a smile. “His offspring and his line are now gone, it’s perfect.”

“You’re sick.”

“Thank you.”

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Trowa sat watching the others as they prepared for battle.

Why was it taking so long?

“We need to hurry up,” he said through clenched teeth. A defeated Quatre at his side.

“What’s the use,” Quatre whispered his head in his hands. “He’ll win, they always do.”

A loud slap of flesh meeting flesh resounded through the room.

“If you think like that he will,” Wufei huffed.

“What’s the use in believing we can win? They always come back whatever we do! We beat White Fang, and then a year later we have Dekim and since then we’ve had all these little incidents. They don’t want peace, so why should we fight? Why should we care,” Quatre asked, completely disheartened by Cathy’s abduction.

“If you can only think like that, then we should just sit back and let them win, because to fight with half your heart is doing an injustice to everyone involved, even the villains,” Wufei said softly before turning on his heel and heading out the door.

Quatre stared sadly at Wufei’s departing form, would Cathy applaud him now? Was she even still alive?

Soft clapping met Wufei’s exit and Sally stepped out of the shadows, her appearance effectively drawing Quatre from his decreasingly morbid thoughts. She wore a crisp Preventers uniform and her short hair was pulled back from her face with a pure white bandana. The contact lenses were gone, her light blue eyes bare for the world to see.

“He’s right, the only good defense is a good offense, but even then you have to believe. If LeFave has your spirit then he’s already won half the battle.”

“During the war I saw you all win hopeless battle after hopeless battle just because of your conviction. You fought with your entire beings, and you weren’t prepared to loose.” Sally said pausing to take a breath. She couldn’t run away anymore.

“You five were my inspiration, the reason that I discarded years of hard work to fight with the rebels. War uses people’s lives like mere playthings, if you let it. That’s why you must have faith in yourselves.”

“He’s only doing this for revenge. Will you let him succeed?” Sally asked as she picked up a pistol and started examining it.

“Sally…”

“And he has Catherine with him,” Sally added as an afterthought.

She smiled inwardly as the defeated air left Quatre and he grabbed onto the hope her words had brought.

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To Be Continued in Chapter 17