Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Nothing ❯ Interlude ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Sancta 
In which Maia gets into trouble…
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.07.2010 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 178 | Status: Work In Progress
In which Maia gets into trouble…
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.07.2010 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 178 | Status: Work In Progress
Interlude
Rating: Pg
Pairing: Sibling Love
Summary: In which Maia gets into trouble...
Notes: Italics = Flashbacks, and there are a lot of them! ~ ~ ~ = a short pause.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters.
Mariemaia wondered if he even knew that she had access to his office. Smirking
she placed her hand on the pad and waited for the scan to be finished. Of course
Chang knew she had access, he had to. She walked into the room, flipping the light
switch on behind her and making her way to his desk. With a small amount of glee that
could barely be seen on her face at any given moment she sunk into his chair. She
loved this chair simply because no matter what he did, it always carried his scent.
No amount of cleaning spurts and disinfecting cloths would change this fact.
Pulling the chair closer to his desk she grabbed the computer keypad and started to log
on into her email accounts. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, just merely
bored and tired of wandering around the building.
She wished he was here, but according to Anne he had buoyed from one mission
straight into another. It worried her. He made a promise not to do such things but then
nothing could be done about it; he was needed. He was the only former pilot to be
contracted to Preventers' full term. The only one amongst the imbeciles he calls
"brothers" to know how much damage was still being done in this time of peace.
The only one of the fearsome Gundam Pilots to keep fighting to maintain the
peace for all the other ignorant fools that thought Miss Relena Peacecraft Dorlian had
actually accomplished what she'd set out to do during the last war.
The anger spilled out onto her face. The lot of fools, all of them!
Mariemaia pushed off the chair since the anger was too much to control. In
moments like these she wanted to do nothing more than to scream her head off, and if
Wufei was here, he would know it, and he would goad her into a screaming argument
so long that her throat would go numb. And finally when she couldn't scream anymore
he would do the unthinkable . . . he would pull her down onto the couch and simply hold
her.
Hands flew up to her head as she paced around in the small clear area of his
office floor. She missed him. He was her rock, her salvation, her brother. He protected
her at all costs, knew her better then she sometimes knew herself, and she missed him.
Life had cruelly toyed with her since her birth . . .
~ ~ ~
The highlight of Mariemaia's day, for this four year old little girl was dinnertime,
because no matter what else daddy did during the day; he would always have dinner
with her. First Lady Une would come in to make sure everything was settled. Little Marie
had to remember not to giggle at Lady's two hair buns and to sit properly in her chair,
because if Lady saw anything wrong she would send Marie to bed early.
Then daddy would come into the room with papers in one hand and a drink in the
other. Marie would have to wait patiently as he sat down and went over the last of them
before looking up. He always looked tired; at least that was what one of her teachers
had said once, when they thought she wasn't listening, and now that she understood
what the words had meant, it seemed true.
So instead of rushing into his arms as soon as he had placed his glass down, as
she normally would do, she very calmly remained in her chair and waited until he
addressed her. Lady seemed to be very pleased with Marie's patience since she smiled
brightly, something she never really did.
"I hear you are doing extremely well in your studies child."
Marie smiled brilliantly, watching as the servants brought in dinner.
"Yes I am Lady. I want to make daddy proud."
His gaze snapped up at her, shock clear in his blue eyes; eyes as blue as her
own. His hand reached forward and pulled her from her chair. She gladly jumped up
and giggled in glee as she was pulled onto his lap. Once he deemed she was settled
comfortably enough he hugged her tightly to him, whispering in her ears.
"My precious Marie, know that I will always love you, and you will always be the greatest
joy in my life. Daddy will always be proud of you no matter what!" He tilted her head up
to place a kiss on her forehead.
"I love you too daddy."
"If you two both don't start to eat soon your dinner will get cold." Lady interjected softly;
so he shooed her off his lap and picked up his fork, smiling gently as she had made it
back into her seat and into her pasta.
"I have a surprise for you Mariemaia." Lady spoke up a few moments later, a strange
light in her eyes. "You'll be going to visit your grandfather for the upcoming summer,
since you're father and I will be busy."
"No!" She had almost choked on her water trying to scream that out, and it burned badly
as she coughed.
"This isn't a discussion young lady. You will be going to stay with your grandfather -
"You're just trying to get rid of me so that you can have daddy all to yourself - She stood
up from her chair with tears in her eyes.
"How dare you speak to me in such a manner? - Lady rose from her chair, anger clear
in every movement.
"You will never take mommies place. He'll never love you like he loves us. You're just
his whore!" She shouted out.
"Mariemaia Alexandria Khushrenada that is enough!" Her father's voice boomed in the
entire room. She stood frozen, she hadn't meant to make him angry, but she didn't want
to leave. Would he really let Lady send her away? She ran from the room as fast as her
feet could take her. She hated Lady. She hated him.
~ ~ ~
A six year old girl full of red wavy curls sat sitting in the waiting room. It was like
every other waiting room she had ever been in, which meant she had to sit a certain
way, even if it made her back hurt. Old antique furniture that she wasn't allowed to play
with filled with the old scent that seemed clung to her grandfather wherever he went. It
sometimes made her nauseous, but she could never show what she really felt.
A loud crash filled the air, the sound of something priceless shattering. She
giggled softly to herself. Someone was going to get in trouble, and for once it wasn't her.
Her grandfather came storming into the room; the door slamming loudly in his wake as it
bounced off the walls. A woman came thundering in after him, tears in her silver gray
eyes, her auburn hair arranged wildly on her head.
The woman was pretty, like all the other women around her that she saw, pretty
in the regal way, even if she was being ... hysterical? Yes, hysterical was the word. She
smiled politely up at them while they continued to argue; until grandpa slapped the
women and she crumbled to the floor.
Mariemaia's face fell and she forgot all about being the perfect little doll, besides,
her back was hurting, so she stood and ran to stand in front of the women.
"You have no right. Men aren't supposed to hit ladies!"
Her voice wavered. Even though it was strong enough to fill such a huge room.
Her grandpa starred at her in shock, rage pooling in his dark brown eyes. She would be
punished for this later. That she knew for sure, but it wasn't right, so she stood her
ground. He swooped in and grabbed her tiny wrist in his hand and pulled her too him.
The women behind her screamed at him to stop, but he only squeezed tighter.
Mariemaia kept her face completely calm and still like she was taught to do, only her
eyes was probably showing her fear, that and her thundering heart, but he couldn't feel
that. He bent down closer to her face, his voice tight with control.
"If you ever interfere with something that does not concern you I will smack that -
"For goodness sake! She is a child! An innocent child." The woman raged while getting
to her feet and slowly standing; a hand on her cheek where she was slapped.
"- Insolence clear off your face!" He roared.
Mariemaia simply smiled politely up at him, even though what she really wanted to do
was to rip her arm from his grasp. "Yes Grandfather." She whispered quietly. He started
to pull her from the room, the women following behind them, screaming at him.
"You will not win this Dekim; the courts will not allow it. I have rights to claim that child
as my own and you are not God!"
She was dragged through the ancient house, with its ancient rooms, and its
ancients' smells and portraits hanging on the walls to the main hallway where they had
first entered.
"Say goodbye to your Repugnant Aunt Laura child."
She turned even though she was still being pulled from the house and out the
front doors. Aunt Laura stared back at her with tears in her eyes, but with her fists
clenched tightly by her body.
"Don't worry Mariemaia. You will be home soon where you belong!" Her determined
voice echoed throughout the house and she couldn't help smiling at her niece.
"Goodbye Aunt Laura." She waved briefly with her free hand and watched curiously as
her grandfather's men moved in through the now opened front door and closed it behind
them.
Mariemaia was practically flung into the limo, but she scrambled quickly as her
grandfather moved in to join her, to sit on the opposite side. A loud screamed startled
her while she was fixing her skirts, but she curled quietly into a corner; children weren't
meant to be seen or heard, and she had already angered her grandfather. It wouldn't be
good if she did something now while being trapped in the car with him.
The door to the limo was closed and soon enough the driver was pulling them
away from the house. Her grandfather picked up his cell phone just as they were driving
by the front gates and issued a familiar command. "Kill them all." She turned to stare out
the darkened windows as the scenery passed them by. Now she would never know if
her life would have been different with her aunt. And it didn't look like daddy would be
coming to get her anytime soon with the war quickly closing to an end.
Sighing softly to herself, she closed her eyes. It didn't matter anyways. She had
to finish her schooling, even if she didn't like it, because she had to become the perfect
Queen. She had to make her daddy proud.
~ ~ ~
Yes life had clearly and cruelly toyed with her since her birth . . . she had always
been nothing more than a puppet, a pawn, and now that the one person who had been
keeping her sane, the one person that she could finally call her own, was being ripped
away from her again. It was happening all over again.
Tiny hands curled into fists and pounded harshly against his locker, not once, not
twice, but three times. The hallowing clang seemed to be reminiscent of the ache in her
soul. Tiredly she made her way to his couch and sank into it. Oddly enough it smelled of
him too. She snorted softly, imaging him taking naps on it instead of going home to get
proper rest. Her eyes slid close as she sank deeper into the couch. If anyone had told
her that he would be the one to save her from herself . . .
~ ~ ~
The air vent slammed shut; the seven point five ton Gundanium Alloy Mecha Suit
landing shook the entire spacecraft. Her men shifted nervously around her while her
grandfather beamed warily behind her. Mariemaia smirked, folding her hands together
on her lap. She had proved her grandfather wrong. Had done the unthinkable.
Mariemaia had secured a Gundam Pilot to their side, and now she watched serenely as
the hatch for the huge mammoth of destruction to open, and for her pilot to emerge. The
men's whispering was getting louder, their suspicion growing.
The door for the mecha finally opened and Gundam Pilot 05 emerged. Loose
black hair was dancing around his face and neck. His black and red space suit seemed
ripped and burned in several places, but his face . . . his face was what amazed her.
Sharp Asian features curved and defined his very being. It was like every Asian tale that
was ever told to her was construed in him. The fierce pride and determination, the
calculating intelligence and holier than thou attitude. Failure would never be an option
for him. Besides in the end, he was the only one who ever really defeated her father -
and now she was his master. Mariemaia stood slowly from her chair, her gaze never
wavering as the pilot stared her down, and took the three steps to stand at the edge of
her stage.
"Gundamn Pilot 05" Her voice echoed off the entire room. "Welcome Home."
She watched terrified as he simply let himself free fall down to the ground, curling
his body at the last moment to reduce impact of the long drop. The noise vibrated along
the titanium floor and shook the walls. Everyone watched in angered awe as he stood
as though nothing was wrong and made his way down to the stage.
The eerie dark green glow of the pilots' suit filled the room for a brief moment,
before it went dead, the hatch closing and sealing as it went to sleep. The whispers of
Mariemaia's men grew. It was after all common knowledge that the deadly pilots were
nothing more but young teens, but to see actually see it . . . sculptured in his tiny
muscled frame as he strode through them.
A man, six three in height, three hundred pounds in weight, brutalized and scared
from the war lunged forward from where he stood in his ranks; a serrated blade held
high in his hand, screaming "DIE" as he charged forward. Mariemaia watched on
pleased as her pilot merely turned and planted both feet into his chest; the force of the
attack knocked him backwards and he used it to flip up onto the stage to kneel next to
her feet; the force of the attack on the foolish man however crushed four of his ribs.
Said foolish man flopped around on the floor like a fish out of war and would later die
from suffocating on his own blood. The poor thing. She had always heard that a
punctured lung was a very painful way to die.
"Follow me" Mariemaia turned with a flourish of her pelisse and strode away from
the expanse of the docking hall. Her pilot following behind her, eyes mesmerizing
everything in his path. She didn't bother to speak with him then. One wrong move and
she would lose him to her grandfather, like she did with the majority of the men. Oh, she
believed that they would follow her into battle since she bore the Khushrenada name,
but that was all she believed. She had learned the game and all the moves well by now.
She needed this pilot with her. Walls blurred into each other as they made their
way towards her quarters. It would be better to place him in the one that joined with
hers, and away from her grandfathers. As soon as they swept past the guards standing
in front of her doors, and watched as her nurse-maids scattered out of her waiting room,
Mariemaia closed and locked the doors behind them.
He stood looking around, taking everything in, arms crossed over his chest, face
set in a cool and arrogant mask of disdain.
"You're playing a very dangerous game." He watched her as she tossed the pelisse
onto an armchair and shook her hair loose from the beret, before plopping herself down
onto another chair.
"I don't play games that I expect to lose; wouldn't that defeat the purpose Dragon?"
His growl was deep and frightening in its own right. She would have to tread very
carefully with her words.
"You are nothing like your father, and pretending to do so will only get you killed."
"We all must die one day, and I prefer to be nothing like my father, you knew him,
therefore you will understand the meaning behind my words."
Blue eyes danced with joy while obsidian eyes narrowed at her.
"You have no right to call me dragon."
"From what I understand, your colony was very traditional in its views and education.
You are the very embodiment of their Dragon -
"You know nothing of my colony or my clan. You are nothing more than a mere child -
"It was a mere child that guilt you onto this craft, it is a mere child that holds your
redemption in her hands -
"How dare you assume - He towered over her, his face bearing down on her own.
"I dare not assume as you may say because I know that my life is one the line, and you
will protect it!" She thrust her face closer to his, hands balled into fists. Mariemaia would
not lose to him, nor would she lose.
"Hmph, you're just as delusional as that Dorlian girl." He pulled away, walking over to
stand in front of the rooms' window, his shoulders tense and defensive.
"I am nothing like that useless pile of twit. Millions more will die before she even as the
nerve to open her mouth. That is why you are truly here; you know that this war is not
done. You know that peace is not so elegantly won. You need me as I need you... As I
said before Dragon, a life for a life . . . Redeem yourself . . . Promise me"
There was a pounding knock on her door that she ignored even as it boomed in
time with her heartbeats. Mariemaia needed him to do this. She needed his promise
and she needed it before her grandfather came barging into the room.
Chang Wufei, Gundam Pilot 05, turned to look at her over his shoulder, and in a
moment so surreal, she saw his pain as clear as the sunrise raising outside their
spacecraft walls . . . and he, he saw all of the pain and fear she was burdened to carry
for the rest of her life because of the actions she was being forced to make this very
day.
"I promise." A nod confirmed it. Their masks where placed back on.
The doors slammed open with a large bang, her grandfather drilling into the room
as if he owned it. But froze . . . the smirk on pilot 05's face was as vicious as it could be
twisted into, but the most innocent smile decorating Mariemaia's face . . . well that just
made his blood run cold.
"There is no need to fear grandfather. Gundam Pilot 05 and I have reached a perfect
understanding with each other." She smiled up at him. "I have everything perfectly
under control."
~ ~ ~
Turning onto her back she stared listlessly up at the ceiling. It wasn't until that
moment had she truly learned to live. The promise was made and kept. A life for a life.
Mariemaia owed so much to him, as he did to her. A bond that was made and could not
even be broken by the toughest metal created. Huffing she pulled herself up and made
her way over to his maps. Tapping her finger against her chin she watched the blinking
dots curiously. For the life of her she couldn't understand why he monitored everyone
else so closely but himself. Just one more thing for her to goad him into changing. How
was she suppose to track him down if
Her eyes squinted harder at the map. Something was wrong with it. She counted
in her mind. Ten dots, ten people, Winner, Barton, Maxwell, Yui, Poe, Une, Marquise,
Noin, Dorlian, and herself... so why was there only nine.
Curiously she tapped the edge of the screen. A side profile popped up asking for
another finger and retinal scan. Tapping her feet impatiently she placed her hand upon
the selected screen and waited for clearance. A loud beeping sound could be heard as
it was denied. Angrily she bit her lip and placed her other hand, hoping. But was denied
again. With purpose she strode back to his desk and picked up the phone. Hitting the
number two button she threw herself back into her chair and waited for the other line to
pick up.
"You have reached the phone of ShinigmaiDuoMaxwell, YO! To leave a message "
Angrily she slammed the phone down and dialed three. She should have known
better then to dial two; the idiot was never at his desk.
"Barton, Trowa"
"Barton" she exclaimed hurriedly. "Good, where's Chang, and don't tell me confidential!"
"Mariemaia?" He puzzled. "What are you doing in Chang's office?"
"Stop asking useless questions!" She hissed "Une dumped me again and I came
looking for him! Not only is he not here, but there is something wrong with his office!"
"You're not allowed-"
"Like I care! Don't tell me what I can and cannot do; there is something wrong with his
tracker!" She rolled her eyes. Honestly, how bright he was. Shuffling could be heard in
the background as he started to move. "Stay right there and do not touch anything else."
Dial tone.
Mumbling pathetic underneath her breath she hanged back the phone and went
to check out the map again. It was as she about to reach up to try the scanner again
that she noticed the blood on the floor by the couch. It wasn't a lot of it, but it was there.
In Chang's office, by his couch, looking dark and sticky as if it had been there for days.
Her rational mind told her not to panic. But her heart started to thump loudly
inside her chest and tears started to pool in her eyes. If the Gods truly hated her that
much, why did they always see fit to hurt the ones that she loved?
Rating: Pg
Pairing: Sibling Love
Summary: In which Maia gets into trouble...
Notes: Italics = Flashbacks, and there are a lot of them! ~ ~ ~ = a short pause.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters.
Mariemaia wondered if he even knew that she had access to his office. Smirking
she placed her hand on the pad and waited for the scan to be finished. Of course
Chang knew she had access, he had to. She walked into the room, flipping the light
switch on behind her and making her way to his desk. With a small amount of glee that
could barely be seen on her face at any given moment she sunk into his chair. She
loved this chair simply because no matter what he did, it always carried his scent.
No amount of cleaning spurts and disinfecting cloths would change this fact.
Pulling the chair closer to his desk she grabbed the computer keypad and started to log
on into her email accounts. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, just merely
bored and tired of wandering around the building.
She wished he was here, but according to Anne he had buoyed from one mission
straight into another. It worried her. He made a promise not to do such things but then
nothing could be done about it; he was needed. He was the only former pilot to be
contracted to Preventers' full term. The only one amongst the imbeciles he calls
"brothers" to know how much damage was still being done in this time of peace.
The only one of the fearsome Gundam Pilots to keep fighting to maintain the
peace for all the other ignorant fools that thought Miss Relena Peacecraft Dorlian had
actually accomplished what she'd set out to do during the last war.
The anger spilled out onto her face. The lot of fools, all of them!
Mariemaia pushed off the chair since the anger was too much to control. In
moments like these she wanted to do nothing more than to scream her head off, and if
Wufei was here, he would know it, and he would goad her into a screaming argument
so long that her throat would go numb. And finally when she couldn't scream anymore
he would do the unthinkable . . . he would pull her down onto the couch and simply hold
her.
Hands flew up to her head as she paced around in the small clear area of his
office floor. She missed him. He was her rock, her salvation, her brother. He protected
her at all costs, knew her better then she sometimes knew herself, and she missed him.
Life had cruelly toyed with her since her birth . . .
~ ~ ~
The highlight of Mariemaia's day, for this four year old little girl was dinnertime,
because no matter what else daddy did during the day; he would always have dinner
with her. First Lady Une would come in to make sure everything was settled. Little Marie
had to remember not to giggle at Lady's two hair buns and to sit properly in her chair,
because if Lady saw anything wrong she would send Marie to bed early.
Then daddy would come into the room with papers in one hand and a drink in the
other. Marie would have to wait patiently as he sat down and went over the last of them
before looking up. He always looked tired; at least that was what one of her teachers
had said once, when they thought she wasn't listening, and now that she understood
what the words had meant, it seemed true.
So instead of rushing into his arms as soon as he had placed his glass down, as
she normally would do, she very calmly remained in her chair and waited until he
addressed her. Lady seemed to be very pleased with Marie's patience since she smiled
brightly, something she never really did.
"I hear you are doing extremely well in your studies child."
Marie smiled brilliantly, watching as the servants brought in dinner.
"Yes I am Lady. I want to make daddy proud."
His gaze snapped up at her, shock clear in his blue eyes; eyes as blue as her
own. His hand reached forward and pulled her from her chair. She gladly jumped up
and giggled in glee as she was pulled onto his lap. Once he deemed she was settled
comfortably enough he hugged her tightly to him, whispering in her ears.
"My precious Marie, know that I will always love you, and you will always be the greatest
joy in my life. Daddy will always be proud of you no matter what!" He tilted her head up
to place a kiss on her forehead.
"I love you too daddy."
"If you two both don't start to eat soon your dinner will get cold." Lady interjected softly;
so he shooed her off his lap and picked up his fork, smiling gently as she had made it
back into her seat and into her pasta.
"I have a surprise for you Mariemaia." Lady spoke up a few moments later, a strange
light in her eyes. "You'll be going to visit your grandfather for the upcoming summer,
since you're father and I will be busy."
"No!" She had almost choked on her water trying to scream that out, and it burned badly
as she coughed.
"This isn't a discussion young lady. You will be going to stay with your grandfather -
"You're just trying to get rid of me so that you can have daddy all to yourself - She stood
up from her chair with tears in her eyes.
"How dare you speak to me in such a manner? - Lady rose from her chair, anger clear
in every movement.
"You will never take mommies place. He'll never love you like he loves us. You're just
his whore!" She shouted out.
"Mariemaia Alexandria Khushrenada that is enough!" Her father's voice boomed in the
entire room. She stood frozen, she hadn't meant to make him angry, but she didn't want
to leave. Would he really let Lady send her away? She ran from the room as fast as her
feet could take her. She hated Lady. She hated him.
~ ~ ~
A six year old girl full of red wavy curls sat sitting in the waiting room. It was like
every other waiting room she had ever been in, which meant she had to sit a certain
way, even if it made her back hurt. Old antique furniture that she wasn't allowed to play
with filled with the old scent that seemed clung to her grandfather wherever he went. It
sometimes made her nauseous, but she could never show what she really felt.
A loud crash filled the air, the sound of something priceless shattering. She
giggled softly to herself. Someone was going to get in trouble, and for once it wasn't her.
Her grandfather came storming into the room; the door slamming loudly in his wake as it
bounced off the walls. A woman came thundering in after him, tears in her silver gray
eyes, her auburn hair arranged wildly on her head.
The woman was pretty, like all the other women around her that she saw, pretty
in the regal way, even if she was being ... hysterical? Yes, hysterical was the word. She
smiled politely up at them while they continued to argue; until grandpa slapped the
women and she crumbled to the floor.
Mariemaia's face fell and she forgot all about being the perfect little doll, besides,
her back was hurting, so she stood and ran to stand in front of the women.
"You have no right. Men aren't supposed to hit ladies!"
Her voice wavered. Even though it was strong enough to fill such a huge room.
Her grandpa starred at her in shock, rage pooling in his dark brown eyes. She would be
punished for this later. That she knew for sure, but it wasn't right, so she stood her
ground. He swooped in and grabbed her tiny wrist in his hand and pulled her too him.
The women behind her screamed at him to stop, but he only squeezed tighter.
Mariemaia kept her face completely calm and still like she was taught to do, only her
eyes was probably showing her fear, that and her thundering heart, but he couldn't feel
that. He bent down closer to her face, his voice tight with control.
"If you ever interfere with something that does not concern you I will smack that -
"For goodness sake! She is a child! An innocent child." The woman raged while getting
to her feet and slowly standing; a hand on her cheek where she was slapped.
"- Insolence clear off your face!" He roared.
Mariemaia simply smiled politely up at him, even though what she really wanted to do
was to rip her arm from his grasp. "Yes Grandfather." She whispered quietly. He started
to pull her from the room, the women following behind them, screaming at him.
"You will not win this Dekim; the courts will not allow it. I have rights to claim that child
as my own and you are not God!"
She was dragged through the ancient house, with its ancient rooms, and its
ancients' smells and portraits hanging on the walls to the main hallway where they had
first entered.
"Say goodbye to your Repugnant Aunt Laura child."
She turned even though she was still being pulled from the house and out the
front doors. Aunt Laura stared back at her with tears in her eyes, but with her fists
clenched tightly by her body.
"Don't worry Mariemaia. You will be home soon where you belong!" Her determined
voice echoed throughout the house and she couldn't help smiling at her niece.
"Goodbye Aunt Laura." She waved briefly with her free hand and watched curiously as
her grandfather's men moved in through the now opened front door and closed it behind
them.
Mariemaia was practically flung into the limo, but she scrambled quickly as her
grandfather moved in to join her, to sit on the opposite side. A loud screamed startled
her while she was fixing her skirts, but she curled quietly into a corner; children weren't
meant to be seen or heard, and she had already angered her grandfather. It wouldn't be
good if she did something now while being trapped in the car with him.
The door to the limo was closed and soon enough the driver was pulling them
away from the house. Her grandfather picked up his cell phone just as they were driving
by the front gates and issued a familiar command. "Kill them all." She turned to stare out
the darkened windows as the scenery passed them by. Now she would never know if
her life would have been different with her aunt. And it didn't look like daddy would be
coming to get her anytime soon with the war quickly closing to an end.
Sighing softly to herself, she closed her eyes. It didn't matter anyways. She had
to finish her schooling, even if she didn't like it, because she had to become the perfect
Queen. She had to make her daddy proud.
~ ~ ~
Yes life had clearly and cruelly toyed with her since her birth . . . she had always
been nothing more than a puppet, a pawn, and now that the one person who had been
keeping her sane, the one person that she could finally call her own, was being ripped
away from her again. It was happening all over again.
Tiny hands curled into fists and pounded harshly against his locker, not once, not
twice, but three times. The hallowing clang seemed to be reminiscent of the ache in her
soul. Tiredly she made her way to his couch and sank into it. Oddly enough it smelled of
him too. She snorted softly, imaging him taking naps on it instead of going home to get
proper rest. Her eyes slid close as she sank deeper into the couch. If anyone had told
her that he would be the one to save her from herself . . .
~ ~ ~
The air vent slammed shut; the seven point five ton Gundanium Alloy Mecha Suit
landing shook the entire spacecraft. Her men shifted nervously around her while her
grandfather beamed warily behind her. Mariemaia smirked, folding her hands together
on her lap. She had proved her grandfather wrong. Had done the unthinkable.
Mariemaia had secured a Gundam Pilot to their side, and now she watched serenely as
the hatch for the huge mammoth of destruction to open, and for her pilot to emerge. The
men's whispering was getting louder, their suspicion growing.
The door for the mecha finally opened and Gundam Pilot 05 emerged. Loose
black hair was dancing around his face and neck. His black and red space suit seemed
ripped and burned in several places, but his face . . . his face was what amazed her.
Sharp Asian features curved and defined his very being. It was like every Asian tale that
was ever told to her was construed in him. The fierce pride and determination, the
calculating intelligence and holier than thou attitude. Failure would never be an option
for him. Besides in the end, he was the only one who ever really defeated her father -
and now she was his master. Mariemaia stood slowly from her chair, her gaze never
wavering as the pilot stared her down, and took the three steps to stand at the edge of
her stage.
"Gundamn Pilot 05" Her voice echoed off the entire room. "Welcome Home."
She watched terrified as he simply let himself free fall down to the ground, curling
his body at the last moment to reduce impact of the long drop. The noise vibrated along
the titanium floor and shook the walls. Everyone watched in angered awe as he stood
as though nothing was wrong and made his way down to the stage.
The eerie dark green glow of the pilots' suit filled the room for a brief moment,
before it went dead, the hatch closing and sealing as it went to sleep. The whispers of
Mariemaia's men grew. It was after all common knowledge that the deadly pilots were
nothing more but young teens, but to see actually see it . . . sculptured in his tiny
muscled frame as he strode through them.
A man, six three in height, three hundred pounds in weight, brutalized and scared
from the war lunged forward from where he stood in his ranks; a serrated blade held
high in his hand, screaming "DIE" as he charged forward. Mariemaia watched on
pleased as her pilot merely turned and planted both feet into his chest; the force of the
attack knocked him backwards and he used it to flip up onto the stage to kneel next to
her feet; the force of the attack on the foolish man however crushed four of his ribs.
Said foolish man flopped around on the floor like a fish out of war and would later die
from suffocating on his own blood. The poor thing. She had always heard that a
punctured lung was a very painful way to die.
"Follow me" Mariemaia turned with a flourish of her pelisse and strode away from
the expanse of the docking hall. Her pilot following behind her, eyes mesmerizing
everything in his path. She didn't bother to speak with him then. One wrong move and
she would lose him to her grandfather, like she did with the majority of the men. Oh, she
believed that they would follow her into battle since she bore the Khushrenada name,
but that was all she believed. She had learned the game and all the moves well by now.
She needed this pilot with her. Walls blurred into each other as they made their
way towards her quarters. It would be better to place him in the one that joined with
hers, and away from her grandfathers. As soon as they swept past the guards standing
in front of her doors, and watched as her nurse-maids scattered out of her waiting room,
Mariemaia closed and locked the doors behind them.
He stood looking around, taking everything in, arms crossed over his chest, face
set in a cool and arrogant mask of disdain.
"You're playing a very dangerous game." He watched her as she tossed the pelisse
onto an armchair and shook her hair loose from the beret, before plopping herself down
onto another chair.
"I don't play games that I expect to lose; wouldn't that defeat the purpose Dragon?"
His growl was deep and frightening in its own right. She would have to tread very
carefully with her words.
"You are nothing like your father, and pretending to do so will only get you killed."
"We all must die one day, and I prefer to be nothing like my father, you knew him,
therefore you will understand the meaning behind my words."
Blue eyes danced with joy while obsidian eyes narrowed at her.
"You have no right to call me dragon."
"From what I understand, your colony was very traditional in its views and education.
You are the very embodiment of their Dragon -
"You know nothing of my colony or my clan. You are nothing more than a mere child -
"It was a mere child that guilt you onto this craft, it is a mere child that holds your
redemption in her hands -
"How dare you assume - He towered over her, his face bearing down on her own.
"I dare not assume as you may say because I know that my life is one the line, and you
will protect it!" She thrust her face closer to his, hands balled into fists. Mariemaia would
not lose to him, nor would she lose.
"Hmph, you're just as delusional as that Dorlian girl." He pulled away, walking over to
stand in front of the rooms' window, his shoulders tense and defensive.
"I am nothing like that useless pile of twit. Millions more will die before she even as the
nerve to open her mouth. That is why you are truly here; you know that this war is not
done. You know that peace is not so elegantly won. You need me as I need you... As I
said before Dragon, a life for a life . . . Redeem yourself . . . Promise me"
There was a pounding knock on her door that she ignored even as it boomed in
time with her heartbeats. Mariemaia needed him to do this. She needed his promise
and she needed it before her grandfather came barging into the room.
Chang Wufei, Gundam Pilot 05, turned to look at her over his shoulder, and in a
moment so surreal, she saw his pain as clear as the sunrise raising outside their
spacecraft walls . . . and he, he saw all of the pain and fear she was burdened to carry
for the rest of her life because of the actions she was being forced to make this very
day.
"I promise." A nod confirmed it. Their masks where placed back on.
The doors slammed open with a large bang, her grandfather drilling into the room
as if he owned it. But froze . . . the smirk on pilot 05's face was as vicious as it could be
twisted into, but the most innocent smile decorating Mariemaia's face . . . well that just
made his blood run cold.
"There is no need to fear grandfather. Gundam Pilot 05 and I have reached a perfect
understanding with each other." She smiled up at him. "I have everything perfectly
under control."
~ ~ ~
Turning onto her back she stared listlessly up at the ceiling. It wasn't until that
moment had she truly learned to live. The promise was made and kept. A life for a life.
Mariemaia owed so much to him, as he did to her. A bond that was made and could not
even be broken by the toughest metal created. Huffing she pulled herself up and made
her way over to his maps. Tapping her finger against her chin she watched the blinking
dots curiously. For the life of her she couldn't understand why he monitored everyone
else so closely but himself. Just one more thing for her to goad him into changing. How
was she suppose to track him down if
Her eyes squinted harder at the map. Something was wrong with it. She counted
in her mind. Ten dots, ten people, Winner, Barton, Maxwell, Yui, Poe, Une, Marquise,
Noin, Dorlian, and herself... so why was there only nine.
Curiously she tapped the edge of the screen. A side profile popped up asking for
another finger and retinal scan. Tapping her feet impatiently she placed her hand upon
the selected screen and waited for clearance. A loud beeping sound could be heard as
it was denied. Angrily she bit her lip and placed her other hand, hoping. But was denied
again. With purpose she strode back to his desk and picked up the phone. Hitting the
number two button she threw herself back into her chair and waited for the other line to
pick up.
"You have reached the phone of ShinigmaiDuoMaxwell, YO! To leave a message "
Angrily she slammed the phone down and dialed three. She should have known
better then to dial two; the idiot was never at his desk.
"Barton, Trowa"
"Barton" she exclaimed hurriedly. "Good, where's Chang, and don't tell me confidential!"
"Mariemaia?" He puzzled. "What are you doing in Chang's office?"
"Stop asking useless questions!" She hissed "Une dumped me again and I came
looking for him! Not only is he not here, but there is something wrong with his office!"
"You're not allowed-"
"Like I care! Don't tell me what I can and cannot do; there is something wrong with his
tracker!" She rolled her eyes. Honestly, how bright he was. Shuffling could be heard in
the background as he started to move. "Stay right there and do not touch anything else."
Dial tone.
Mumbling pathetic underneath her breath she hanged back the phone and went
to check out the map again. It was as she about to reach up to try the scanner again
that she noticed the blood on the floor by the couch. It wasn't a lot of it, but it was there.
In Chang's office, by his couch, looking dark and sticky as if it had been there for days.
Her rational mind told her not to panic. But her heart started to thump loudly
inside her chest and tears started to pool in her eyes. If the Gods truly hated her that
much, why did they always see fit to hurt the ones that she loved?