Acting the Wrong Role 1/?

[SimplyTurquoise]

Acting the Wrong Role (Chapter One)

Note: There is a Prologue

Written By Yours Truly!

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So maybe that wasn?t the right beginning; right setting; right play of words. You remember everything so clearly; it?s all a crystal clear memory to you. But it?s all I can give you, nothing more.

Her racking sobs said it all as I continued to question the sobbing girl. She would not answer my questions, leaving me to wonder whether or not she knew a thing about stains. The sound of her crying was beginning to worry me, had she forgotten already? After all, it was nothing to be ashamed of.

I shivered a bit as a cold rush of air spread about the room through the open window.

Wait. The window was open?

My breath caught, who would be so stupid as to leave it open?

?Dorothy!?

Her whole body went stiff as I hissed her name. The sobs pausing in mid-air as the tone of my voice registered with her brain. Dorothy?s hands slid from her face, the fallen tears leaving tracks of dark black mascara to trail down the curve of her cheek only to gather at the end of her chin. She looked frightened, confusion plain on the quizzical expression of her face.

Everything seemed to register within a moment. Eyes darting across the room to the window, her feet padding across the floor in a fast sprint to slam the window shut from the outside world.

?I forgot.?

?You?re making excuses. Don?t do it again.?

?Relena, don?t-?

My hand rose to stop him mid-sentence. They were too careless the both of them. Just one mistake and all their plans, everything they had been building up to would come crashing down. This was their chance, their only chance.

They couldn?t screw it up.

?Your voice is grating on my nerves Heero.?

Surprised fluttered across his face, then shame. A blush crept over his cheeks, a red remarkably like the color of his wound. His hand moved automatically to grasp the dagger as his face turned away from mine. The dagger pulled out with a sickeningly slow motion, the sound of the flesh tearing as he moved it free from his shoulder. With a quick motion, the dagger tossed to the floor, he reached to tear a strip from his ruined shirt, bringing it up to tie his wound shut.

?I can find another outfit for this evening.?

?No. You?ll stay here.?

?But-?

?No.?

It was becoming blatantly clear that the new recruit, Heero, was still too untrained. Dorothy?s boasting of his skill was obviously exaggerated or she was beginning to grow fond of the boy. I turned to Dorothy again, her expression now hidden as she finally started to act her role.

I inclined my head, a small nod of dismissal thrown her way.

A fraction of hesitation flitted across her face as she left, the door closing in her wake. I brushed aside any anger I might have felt at Heero as my eyes moved to the still crouched boy on the floor. His cheeks still flushed, he turned his gaze away as my eyes locked on him.

?Starting tonight you go through series 1.0 to 5.6 under my supervision.?

?But that?s basic level.?

?Did you think I forgot? Your training is obviously lacking, had Dorothy not warned you when I threw the knife, you would have a wound much worse than the one I gave you,? a sigh escaped my lips as my back muscles began to knot, stress now a common occurrence ever since he arrived, ?When I told you there was going to be a practice exercise before we left did you misunderstand my meaning behind that??

His face grew stern as the small interrogation took place.

?No ma?am.?

?And you were fully aware that this would include live rounds, assorted knives and daggers, and including any other weapon listed in your training??

?Yes ma?am.?

?Then I cannot understand why someone with your skill level and all the training you have acquired was unable to both detect Dorothy and myself. You are the first under my command to fail to notice the obvious hints as to our whereabouts in the house.?

I faltered a moment, my mind turning to other things.

Looking at myself, replaying this moment in my mind, I wonder at the humor of it all. I had not always been like this; I hadn?t always been so cold.

You had been top of your class, your skill a rare gift. Friends were many, a large portion of your attention resolving around the social part of your life. It had all been easy for you, so simple.

Until everything changed.

You graduated and were sent to your first team. A group of people who instantly took to you, and with their help it wasn?t long before your training was over. Your first assignment seemed so unreal. Like a movie, a game where even if you could sense everything around you, it still didn?t register to you that this was reality. That you were finally in the open world, carrying out a mission you had only dreamed of. One after the other, success after success, it was all a dream come true.

But success is not always permanent, is not always the outcome.

My breath grew ragged at the memories. My mind reminding me of things I had hoped to block away from an already tortured mind.

Do you remember the blood?

My walls were failing; it was nothing new to me.

Do you remember the screams and shouts that surrounded you?

A dizzy feeling took over you.

Can you remember that instant when the colors drained from the room, the gray tones defining the curves and sharp corners as your gaze traveled from face to face?

They had lied.

The blood began to pound in your ears, a rush of sound so much like the ocean. It was too much to take in. You couldn?t understand, you never would. And because of this instant in time, this moment when you came to realize just what exactly you were doing, you cracked.

A cold exterior froze over you, a wall was built and not even those close to you could crack though this thick skin of a barrier you created. You had become the person you were today. Another character added into the story. Someone the readers just loved to hate, a malicious smile you would throw at them.

None would understand.

?Relena??

I sucked in my breath at the sound of his voice.

I was still here. In this time, had I already forgotten?

It took a moment for me to regain my senses, I found myself crouched on the floor, knees having buckled. My hands tightly gripped onto his ruined tux, warm arms circling me. I could feel myself lean into his warmth as my eyes traveled up to meet his.

What I saw surprised me.

He was worried. He was worried about me.

I was caught a moment, locked on his eyes as they bore into me. Seeing past the barrier that usually surrounded my emotions. Greedily, I latched onto this, wanting to have someone worry, wanting to be able to feel weak for once.

But I just?

I couldn?t, this too wasn?t the right role. You were doing it all wrong again.

Shame, this one felt comfortable as well.

Fisting your hands in his shirt for a mere second or two, before pushing him away. Standing up, you glare at him as he lays sprawled on the floor as the confusion floods his eyes.

He wasn?t supposed to see you weak.

No one was.

Tearing your eyes away, you bring your ragged breath under control, using the control you learned long ago to even out your breaths. Adjusting yourself, you slip into a role you know too well.

?The sun?s setting, I want you to clean up your mess. Inform Dorothy when you?re done that I?ll be re-starting your training again this evening. You?ll need to be back at base at half past nine. Expect an all nighter.?

And then?

And then I was gone. Walking as fast as my legs could carry without it being too obvious that I was running, running away from it all. I had shown through at the wrong moment, the single window opened in the grand house signaling another crack in the system.

I couldn?t understand why this role wasn?t fitting. Too loose, too tight?. or maybe the seamstress had screwed up. My steps grew closer to the front door, the pace slowing as I neared.

I was Relena Peacecraft, but as I turned the knob on the door, my foot taking the first step outside into the real world, my costume slipped away.

I was Relena Darlian.

Rehearsal for now was over.

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Authors Note: Are you still confused? Good?. anyways, I?m sure you?ve noticed the constant switch between Relena switching from ?I? to ?You??. it is on purpose and will be later explained as the story progresses. I hope it didn?t throw you off too much.

Anyways, please review!!!!

[Nikouru]

I am still confused, as with the prologue... I was hoping that it would be less confusing then the prologue, and it is, but very subtle way... The little hints of information explain why Heero was stabbed... I hope within the next chapter or two I get to find out why Relena has gotten so cold, and feels the need to be strong, and never weak...

Well, great chappie can't wait to see what happens next!