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BY THE ORACLE AT
DELPHI
Outside
of Preventer Headquarters, a terrible storm continued its four-day assault on
the Cinq kingdom with bolts of lightening, loud thunder and strong winds.
Inside, Relena paced the small meeting room located next to the medical
exam room in the basement of Preventer Headquarters.
‘They’ve
been gone four days and left me here to drop the bomb on a bunch of trigger
happy Gundam Pilots, the bitches.’
She
continued to pace and ponder her current predicament. She herself had only been back from her “vacation” for four
days. She was in no mood to deal with
the Gundam Pilots and particularly Heero.
Yes, he would watch over her but she later learned that he would ask
someone else to “spy” on her when he wasn’t around. Relena was shocked to learn he had been there the entire six
months she had been gone. He usually
didn’t stay in one place six minutes let alone six months.
‘That’s
because you weren’t here.’
She shook her thoughts head. She
had more pressing matters to deal with.
On cue Heero entered the meeting room with an unusually quiet Duo behind
him.
He took up his position of holding up the wall.
“Relena”
Relena stopped mid pace.
“Heero”
Relena resumed her task of wearing a path in the title floor.
Heero
eyed Relena through his chocolate bangs as she paced the floor. He noted that there was something different
about her. She seemed more confident, poised, determined. There was a certain
air that emanated from her that made him fall in love with her all over
again. If only he could get the soldier
and the man to cooperate with one another, she’d be his. He prayed that he
wasn’t too late.
Duo
sat at the head of the conference table, leaning back in his chair while
putting his feet up on the table.
Duo had been searching for Hilde with no luck. He couldn’t even find her using the Preventer computer system.
****Flashback****
“Hey Duo! Wait Up!” Hilde
shouted.
Duo had his hand on his black duffle bag on the way out of the
door. He was headed to the Preventer
Headquarters because mobile dolls had been spotted near earth. Hilde walked up to Duo with her black duffle
bag in her hand.
“ ‘K I’m ready” Hilde said with a smile.
“Where are you goin’?” Duo asked puzzled.
“To Preventer HQ with you. I’m
joining the Preventers.” She announced
with pride.
Duo’s eyes went wide, “The hell you are!”
Hilde dropped her duffle bag, “Why not. I know how to fight. I was in the military before you came along,
remember?”
“Do you remember the last time you tired to help fight. You almost got yourself KILLED!” He yelled
at her.
“Duo. That was…7 years ago. I’ve
improved since then.”
“Running a scrap yard does not make you an “improved” soldier. You’re
stayin’ here. End of discussion.” He turned and grabbed his duffle bag.
Hilde crossed her arms, “What do you care if I fight or not?”
Duo dropped his duffel bag, turned around, grabbed Hilde by her arms and
shook her, “LOOK! I said your NOT goin’.
Now stay here and I mean STAY HERE!”
Duo let go of Hilde, snatched up his duffle bag and slammed the door on
the way out.
When he returned home early the next morning he wanted to talk to Hilde
and apologized for yelling at her. Her
door was closed, so he assumed she was still sleeping and he continued on to
his room. He awoke in the middle of the
afternoon to a quiet house…too quiet.
He got out of bed and headed toward the kitchen. As he passed Hilde’s bedroom he noticed that
that door was still closed which was odd because Hilde left her door open when
she was not in it. He knocked on the
door. No answer. He knocked again. No answer.
He opened the door and got the shock of his life. All of her things were gone. The only thing that remained was the
furniture. On the bed was a
letter. He walked over to the bed and
pick up the letter:
Duo,
I’ve wasted enough of my life on
you. I’m outta here.
Hilde.
****End Flashback****
Everyday that passed without Hilde was hell on Duo. She was his lifeline and he was determined
to find her.
Trowa arrived and nodded his head in greeting to the others and took the
seat on the left of Duo.
Trowa had problems of his own.
His sister Catherine has been gone for four days and hasn’t bothered to
contact Trowa at all.
‘Where
the hell is she? This is not like her
at all.’
Trowa spent a great of his life without his sister. Fate had
brought them back together and he’d be damned if he’d let it tear them apart
again. Catherine was his main reason
for living. Because of her he learned
how to love. Because of her he learned what it meant to be a family. Because of
her he finally had a name. He no longer had to be Nanashi, a man without a
name, without a past, without a future. He was now Trowa Barton, not because he
had to be but because he wanted to and he owed it all to Catherine.
Just
then bickering could be heard coming from the hall and gradually got louder as
the combatants approached the meeting room.
A scowling Wufei and laughing Sally entered the meeting room.
“ONNA! Have you no honor”
“Well its not MY fault Miss China Porcelain Doll has the hots for
you. Apparently she doesn’t mind your
lack of social skills.” Sally said as she laughed.
Wufei continued to scowl as he took the seat to the left of Trowa. Sally stopped the pacing Relena to give her
a much, needed hug. Sally knew how much
the situation was wearing on her. Sally pulled out the seat to the right of Duo
and sat down pulling Relena down to the seat to her right.
Noin entered the room followed by Quatre who was carrying the five year
old, Duce on his shoulders. Duce is the
nickname of Noin’s son Milliardo Peacecraft II. Everyone was shocked when they found out that Noin was pregnant
and stunned when they found out Milliardo was the father. They thought the Lighting Count was dead
but apparently he came back to leave Noin a parting gift. No one has seen or heard from him since.
“Auntie Rena”
Duce shouted as he tried to jump off Quatre’s shoulders and into
Relena’s lap. Quatre set the boy down
on the ground and he pounced on Relena giving her a death grip hug and a big
wet kiss.
“I missed you Auntie Rena. Did you bring me something back?”
Relena slyly wiped her wet cheek on the shoulder of her shirt as she
hugged her nephew in return.
“Of course I did. I could never
forget about you.”
Noin sat next to Relena while Quatre took the seat next to Wufei.
“Ok. Now that we‘re all here, what is this about.” Wufei stated.
Sally gave Relena a reassuring nod.
Relena stood up and gave Duce back to Noin.
“The
Furies are missing and you have to go find them.”
Wufei raised an eyebrow, “The Furies?
Who or what the hell are they?”
“The Furies is a name from mythology for the female spirits of Justice
and Venegence” Quatre answered.
“You’re not the only person in the room familiar with Greek Mythology,
Quatre.” Wufei responded.
Quatre folded his arms, “Then why did you ask such a dumb ass question
then?”
Everyone looked at Quatre shocked.
Quatre was always the nice, patient and kind one of them. That statement went against all they knew
about the man.
”The Furies is Preventers Elite Spy and Recon Team.” Sally explained to
the group.
“I am NOT going to rescue a group of weak onnas.” Wufei snarled getting
up from his chair.
**THWACK**
A long steel knife landed on the edge of the table right in front of
Wufei.
“They are NOT weak “onnas” and you ARE going to rescue them. Now sit DOWN Chang Wufei or next time I
won’t miss.” Relena said through her teeth as she reached across the table to
reclaim her knife.
“What the hell did you do on your vacation?” Heero asked shocked that
the pacifist princess could throw a knife let alone be accurate.
Relena turned her head to look over her shoulder at Heero, “Learning to
Live.”
She plucked the knife from the table and returned it to its sheath
located at the small of her back under her shirt.
Wufei
promptly sat back down in his seat.
Sally bowed her head to hide her laughter.
“In
order to find them you gonna have to know who your looking for.”
Relena
took out a silver disc and placed it into computer built into the table and
pressed a blue button that made a huge view screen emerge at the end of the
table opposite Duo. Relena sat back
down in her chair and prayed for the best as the lights dimmed and the screen
flickered to life.
**Computer Voice**
“Furies: Elite Spy and Recon Team”
“Hilde Schiebecker, Preventer Persephone”
The
computer flashed a picture of the raven haired, blue-eyed beauty.
“SAY
WHAT!!!” Duo yelled sitting straight up in his chair while Relena sank a little
lower in hers.
***Computer Continues***
“Kellee Deanna Winner, Preventer Athena”
The
computer flashed a picture of a woman who had facial features similar to
Quatre. Long golden blond hair that flowed down her back with short bangs that rested
just above her eyes. She had light green eyes and a 100-watt smile.
“HUH!”
Quatre too stunned to say more.
After
Quatre’s outburst earlier Relena was slightly uncomfortable.
***Computer Continues***
“Catherine Bloom, Preventer Artemis”
The
computer flashed a picture of the red head, blue-eyed knife thrower.
“…”
Trowa gave his usual reply but inside he was fuming. Relena was grateful she was on the other side of the table. According to what Catherine told her about
Trowa no response was just as bad as getting one.
***Computer Continues***
“Janai Jamenson Yuy, Preventer Syren”
A
shout echoed throughout the room “YUY!!”
Heero
was unmoved. Relena was relived.
The
computer flashed a picture of a female Heero look-a-like. She had the same Prussian blue eyes and
chocolate brown hair but with Duo’s braid and Duo’s smile.
The
computer screen retreated back to its hiding place and the lights came back on.
“Well”
Sally said. “Are there any questions?”
~*~*~
AUTHORS
NOTE:
I’m
in to Greek Mythology that’s where the names come from.
Persephone
is the wife of Hades – The God of Death
Syren,
which is, really spelled Siren, lured men to their death with her beauty –
means dangerously seductive women.
Athena
is the Goddess of War.
Artemis
is the Goddess of Hunting.
The
Furies are the female spirits of justice and vengeance – means raving madness.