Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Endless Waltz : Truth of Tommorow ❯ Chapter 3

“Are you all right?” Nyloc stood and walked slowly to the young man who had entered the courtyard, but moments before. The look of shock had faded some, but his posture was just as frigid. She drew closure and reached out her hand, touching his shoulder, and just as quickly he jumped back as if he had been burned and the shock in his eyes turned to anger.

 

“Is this some kind of sick joke? Who are you and who sent you?” He snarled.

 

“W-What?” Nyloc let her hand recoil and held it, for fear he would bite it off her very wrist.

 

“Don't play stupid, I know someone sent you here to make a mockery. Now who are you really.”

 

“Who am I really?! What are you talking about?!” Nyloc's voice rose. “I never pretended to be anyone else than me! It was you who walked in here and assumed I was this Nyverna person! I don't even know who you are!”

 

“Good joke, really, now who. Are. You.” He growled.

 

“I don't owe you anything you pompous ass! Who do you think you are?! The king of Earth?!” Nyloc retorted.

 

“In a matter of speaking…yes.” His voice was low and full of tension. “You're wearing my patience thin. Who are you and why are you here?”

 

Nyloc glared at him. “Nyloc D'Amboise. You can go ask Mr. Marquise why I'm here, because I sure as hell am not sure.”

 

His frown increased upon the learning of her name. “So it was my father who brought you here?! Don't lie to me.” He grabbed her wrist to prevent her from running away.

 

“I never said he brought me here! He just knows why I am. Stop twisting my words around damn it! You're wearing my patience thin!”

 

The blonde pulled her closer to him, so that she could even feel his breath on her face. “Then who did.” His voice was very poignant and the grasp on her wrist was making it go numb. Nyloc pushed against his chest, and attempted to run, and she fell to the ground, his hand still around her wrist.

 

“SIFIR!” She shrieked. “ANA-“ He had pulled her to her feet and slapped her harshly across the face.

 

“Shut up.” He muttered. He grasped her by the arm and started to drag her towards the room that the Gundam pilots and their wives had been meeting in, past Anaoi, Zecen, Elva and Sifir.

 

“What the-Where are you taking my cousin!” Anaoi demanded.

 

The young man ignored her and threw open the door, Nyloc still with him. “Is this some kind of sick joke?” He glared daggers at Zechs.

 

All fighting between spouses ceased, and vision was focused on the girl “attached” to the 19 year old's hand.

 

“I said Let me go!” She yanked her arm from his grasp and stared at the red welts forming on her arm. “What is your problem?! You were going into shock! I was trying to help you!”

 

Zechs stepped forward, and cleared his throat. “Seben…this girl has nothing to do with your or Nyverna. She knew nothing of you, the Gundams, or even Sanq up until a few hours ago. If anything, it is me you need to be angry at. She is here because she will be the next pilot of the Epyon.”

 

Nyloc turned to boy who had dragged her to this room and her face softened for a moment. “Seben is it? I can tell memories of this Nyverna girl are painful for you, but I can assure you, not matter how much I may look like her to you, my name is Nyloc Rinu D'Amboise.” She stared at the rest of the occupants in the room. “If you'll excuse me.” Nyloc turned on her heel and left the room, revealing her reddened cheek to Noin, who turned and glared expectantly at her dumbfounded son.

 

“What did you do to her?” Noin asked, then turned to her spouse. “And explain fully, Why she's here.” Seben stared at the floor in a stupor, before Noin sighed. “Go find her and apologize, I don't think I want to know.” Seben left to find the brunette goddess, meanwhile Noin turned the rest of her anger upon her husband.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The lightning flashed out side and her shoulders shuddered. Nyloc sat huddled in a corner of the palace library, wrapped in a blanket and trying to soothe her fears by reading The Abridged Version of The History of AC-1-200., which wasn't very abridged. The door squeaked and she immediately positioned her new found flashlight at it, successfully blinding the blue haired woman that entered. “Oh…I'm sorry Mrs. Marquise.” She mumbled.

 

Noin walked to the younger girl and sighed. “Please, just call me Noin if you have to call me something.” She smiled tiredly at her. “I've been working in my office across the hall and I heard you come down. I was wondering how long you'd be down here, seeing as I was almost ready to go to bed.”

 

Nyloc nodded softly and then looked back up at the woman who had seated herself at the table. “Do...I…do I really look that much like this Nyverna person?”

 

Noin froze but then studied Nyloc's features a moment longer. “Its like looking in a mirror all over again.”

 

“Who…who was she? Why was Seben mad at me? I was really upset that I had made a bad first impressi-.”

 

“No, if anything it was him that made the bad first impression…though I must applaud you…you're the first person to truly get some emotions out of him two years.” Noin bit her lip. “Now's not the time to talk about her. You had best get to bed.” The older woman stood and turned to leave by Nyloc called out again.

 

“Please…Noin…why does Seben hate me?”

 

Noin laughed silently to herself then turned once more to the brunette. “If anything he's in love with you.” She watched Nyloc's eyes grow wide and shook her head. “What I mean he's in love with your appearance, its like he has her all over again.”

 

“Where is she now?”

 

Noin sighed and rubbed her temples. “It's…a long story...and both of us need our sleep right now.”

 

“Why do I have the feeling I'm going to hear that a lot before I get to the bottom of this?”

 

Noin looked over her shoulder as they both walked out of the library and headed towards the staircase.

 

“Because it drags up a lot of painful memories…for all of us.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“So who was that guy yesterday?” Anaoi asked as she bit into an apple. The three girls sat in the same courtyard that Seben had `apprehended her in, the day before. Nyloc stared listlessly at the bird that lifted from the tree branch and flew away into the sky, drifting farther and farther away from the small enclosure.

 

“Seben…he's Zechs's son…he thought…he thought I was some girl named Nyverna.”

Elva and Anaoi stared expectantly at their friend, and after some time no other response came, they shrugged at one another and continued their lunch. None of them had seen any of their `friends' from the day before, so they had helped themselves to a lunch of fruit and deli meat sandwiches before retiring to the courtyard garden. Zecen and Sifir, being the late sleepers they were, still lay in their beds, unaware of tension around them.

 

“So…what do you two want to do?” Elva piped up.

 

Anaoi shrugged and Nyloc continued to stare at the sky before she murmured “There was a storm last night.”

 

“Eh?”

 

“I was scared…so I went to the library to read, strange seeing as I haven't been afraid of a storm in years, but…Noin came in.”

 

“And…?” Elva pried.

 

“She told me that Nyverna brought up a lot of painful memories for all of them. I wonder...why?”

 

“Look cuz, I've given up trying to figure out any of these people. They're far too weird for even my own liking.” Anaoi muttered.

 

“Indeed…but…I think there's more to it than we're seeing. Everyone has their burdens…I just think theirs are a bit more difficult. After all most of them did fight in a war from what I understand of what we were told yesterday, so you'd expect them to have a lot of nightmares.”

 

“Why don't we blow this joint and see if there's a city surrounding this castle. Who knows? Maybe they've got some good shopping plaza's!” Anaoi supplied.

 

“Anaoi…what if they don't accept the American dollar?” Elva muttered.

 

“Well…then we can just window shop! Or tell them to put the tab on the palace!”

 

“If we did that Anaoi, I'd have to join Elva on this, but you'd never stop.” Nyloc frowned.

 

Anaoi sighed in disgust. “Its an idea to get us out of here and I don't see you two coming up with a better idea!”

 

“She's right you know.” Elva pointed out, and hopped off a low garden wall.

 

“I see I'm not going to win my battle to stay here and sleep…so lets go.” Nyloc smiled softly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Jump Anaoi!” Elva cried out

 

“Damn it! How hard do they need to make it to escape from a stupid castle!” She grumbled.

 

“Well…its also designed to keep people out.” Nyloc stated, her arms crossed.

 

“Well what about the people who want to get out?” She asked as she hopped down.

 

“They usually use the door.” Elva laughed.

 

“Whatever. Let's blow this popsicle stand!” Anaoi cried. “Last one into town has to buy the winner an ice cream!”

 

“But we don't have any money!” Elva shouted as Anaoi took off.

 

“So don't loose!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I wonder if the guy's are up.” Elva mused as she stared at a gorgeous evening gown in one of the store windows.

 

Anaoi shrugged and kept on walking, fascinated with the sights, smells, and sense of the bubbling city that was Sanq. She turned to her cousin who was admiring a sculpture fountain in the middle of a renaissance type square.

 

“S'mazing that even after this place they reconstructed all of this.” Nyloc mumbled.

 

“You find interest in the weirdest things.” Anaoi laughed. “Hey…I wonder…where on our map this place would be…Ya think the country borders have changed?”

 

“More than likely.” Elva joined in on their conversation.

 

“We better not start talking about that here…people might start staring , and besides…Zechs didn't mention it to his wife, so why would it be out in the public?” Nyloc whispered.

 

The two other girls nodded and they kept walking along the street. Venders were on both sides trying to sell their wares, clowns and children's theatres lured the young ones in to entertain them, cafés graced the sidewalks with their tables for eating at, and the sky over head was a crystalline blue. Everything seemed perfect.

 

Of course except for the fact that it wasn't.

 

Things bubbled under the surface, just waiting for the burner on the stove to get turned on high and give it an excuse to explode.

 

And someone's hand was dangerously close to the lighter.

 

“Yooo Nyloc? Earth to Nyloc!” Elva waved her hand in front of her friend's face.

 

“Oh sorry about that! Just day dreaming about how well…different this place is!” She laughed.

 

“You got that right! Its really pretty and all…but I can't help but long for our dorm.” Elva

sighed.

 

“Their! Some body stop him!” A female voice shrieked down the street. All three girls turned and saw a man in a black ski mask running swiftly down the street, a gun in hand and a large bag in the other.

 

“Move it!” He hollered at the people in the street, waving the gun like a mad man. Elva, Anaoi, and Nyloc all stepped to the side, as he ran passed them, tripping over Nyloc's foot in the process. She came down with him and landed with a loud `Oomph' on his back. His gun flew from his hand across the street. Sirens wailed as police and media cars pulled up, surrounding the scene. Camera's started flashing as Anaoi pulled her to her feet, and police dragged the robber into handcuffs and shut him in the back of the police car.

 

“It's Nyverna Vaulken!” Someone shouted over the sea of reporters. The camera's flashed faster and questions were whipped at her in an excited frenzy.

 

“How are you coping with your parents' death?!”

 

“What has it been like to have had your parents coop you up in their manor for two years?”

 

“What brings you to Sanq?”

 

“How long do you intend to stay?”

 

“How did you apprehend the robber?”

 

“Are you going to be taking over your father's political position?”

 

“What do you say to those who thought you were dead?”

 

“Who are your friends?”

 

The light bulbs continued to flash leaving Nyloc almost blinded and very dazed. Both Elva and Anaoi grabbed her arm and started to push angrily through the mob.

 

“Let us through!” Elva hollered, pushing another camera from Nyloc's face. The two girls pushed and shoved until they made it out of the crowd that continued to follow.

 

“Run for it!” Anaoi yelped, and all three took off running. Some reporters continued the chase, while others chose to hop in their vans to continue the pursuit.

 

“We can't lead them back…well you know!” Elva whispered to Anaoi.

 

“I know! So that means keep running until we can find the nearest dark alley!”