This is the ?compiled? version of the first three chapters of All?s Fair in Love and Amnesia. Meaning, there?s no chapter breaks. Hope you enjoy! Also, don?t forget to review!
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Chapter 1
A white room. Machines whirred around me. Voices? I could hear voices?
?Will she be okay??
Yes! Voices! But? whose voices? I think I know the people they are coming from ? but what are their names? Their personalities?
I cannot remember anything.
A hand reached to touch my forehead. It felt nice. My eyelids were opened ever so slightly ? just so that I could see my surroundings, but they could not understand I was conscious.
Silence. Five men stood uncomfortably by the edge of the room. Next to them stood five women.
?She?s awake.?
I gasped in surprise ? how could this man know I was awake? I gave a weak smile. I wonder what his name is?
?Relena!? A man with blond hair came rushing over to me. ?Are you alright??
?Yes,? I murmured. ?But? who are you? Relena ? is that my name??
There was more silence. The Prussian-eyed man who had touched my forehead almost gulped. No one else noticed, but I did. Are we related? Or could we be husband and wife? Mere friends? ?Rivals?
?Yes,? said the blond man next to me. He shuffled, awkwardly. ?My name is Milliardo Peacecraft. I?m your ? am I allowed to say this?? he added to the doctor, before finishing. The doctor nodded. ?Okay. My name is Milliardo Peacecraft, and I am your brother.?
?Hi, I guess I?m your sister.? Our eyes met. My brother?s (if that is what he truly was) eyes were filled with sorrow. ?Um? can I ask you a question??
?Shoot.?
?I?ve got amnesia, haven?t I, brother??
Silence. Then?
?Yes.?
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The next few days were quite awkward. My brother rarely ever left my side, and the five women from the hospital were constantly chatting to me ? but of course, leaving out the juicy bit: My past.
The Prussian-eyed man and his four comrades persistently tried to make me happy, even if it meant that they left discontented.
Am I famous? Well, it would explain the media that keeps trying to get an interview with me. But who am I? Even that braided-boy, Duo, will not tell me of my past ? nor will he tell me more than our names.
It is like being in prison: There is no escape.
I swore heavily as I kicked my foot against the tree. It was before lunch ? the only time I got free. And I was spending it outside in the voluminous gardens, wondering: Who am I?
?Are you okay?? I almost jumped back to defend myself, but then I found out it was the clown, Trowa. He looked at me, almost emotionless. It was quite freaky the way he did it: Almost like the Prussian-eyed man, Heero. Perhaps his was worse.
?Y-yes,? I stuttered. Trowa raised an eyebrow, as he leant against the tree.
?You should be inside.? It sounded like an order. I did not like orders.
?No, I shouldn?t,? I said, stubbornly. ?You cannot order me to do things I do not understand. And you have still not told me who I am!?
I was surprised when he laughed. ?W-why do you laugh, clown-boy??
He gave a small smile. ?Forgive me,? he muttered as he wandered off, back to the mansion, ?I had forgotten how you can be such an obstinate little girl sometimes.?
?I am not ?a girl?!? I cried, at his retreating back. ?I am??
I could not finish the sentence, otherwise I would be lying. And I do not and never shall care to lie.
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Chapter 2
?Omae o korosu.?
?Heero??
?I?m leaving.?
I woke up, sweat pouring from my forehead. I took a few deep breaths?
?Is?that my past?? I wondered, out loud. ?No ? it can?t be? But the Prussian-eyed man ? his name is ?Heero?, isn?t it??
The walls seemed to whisper, ?Yes?.
I wanted to hit those damn walls at the moment ? or at least wallpaper them, and make them suffocate. Yes, that would be fun?
My head hurt. It felt like twenty bricks had just hit it. And my heart?
It felt like it was breaking.
I would find out my past ? even if it killed me. And that, from my flashback, seemed like a possibility?
?I will kill you.?
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I looked in the newspapers. Surely there would be at least a mention of someone named ?Relena? ? whether it be the birth of a girl with an unusual name, or if I?d won something? Or if I was famous.
It certainly was a likelihood ? I certainly felt famous, and if I wasn?t even the tiniest bit famous how come Heero, the Prussian-eyed man, had tried to kill me? I?m pretty sure a killer would prefer to kill someone famous rather than an innocent bystander.
But that?s just my reasoning. And, of course, I could not decide whether I trusted myself, when I had amnesia.
I shuffled through the newspapers, hoping my brother nor any of the others (especially not that clown-boy, Trowa) would not see.
?Nothing, nothing,? I murmured, ?nothing? Ah! Hello ? what?s this??
Breakthrough!
?Relena?? It was Noin, my brother?s fianc?e!
?Oh, God!? I whispered, quickly stuffing the newspapers under the desk. ?Yes, Noin??
She winced, as if I had hit her. ?It?s Lucrezia.?
?Oh, right. Yes, Lucrezia??
Lucrezia gave me a smile. ?It?s lunchtime, Relena,? she explained, ?or, as one of those stuffy politicians might say, ?We request your presence at the dining-table.??
She sounded so pompous as she said the last sentence that I began to laugh. ?Yes, I?ll be there ? just give me a few minutes, ?kay??
Lucrezia nodded. As she turned to leave, she told me, ?You know, there?s a heap of newspapers underneath that desk?, before she closed the door behind her. I blushed ? she had noticed!
Oh well. At least she didn?t know what I was up to. If she did, it would ruin everything?
And I could not let that happen, could I?
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Chapter 3
Lunch, if anything, was interesting. Duo, the pig he is, ate more than his fair share and Hilde had to pull down on his braid hard to get him to stop. Duo gave her a ?What?? kind of look, food almost coming out of his stuffed mouth. Hilde rolled her eyes.
But I smiled. One day, I knew they would get married! Or at least become girlfriend and boyfriend.
?Catherine, could you please pass the salt?? asked Quatre, kindly. Catherine?s eyes sparkled.
?Of course.? She did so ? and I noticed that the woman sitting next to Quatre, Dorothy Catalonia, almost breathed fire. Steam seemed to pour out of her ears, and her face was reddening.
None but me noticed, and I kept the secret. Who knows ? it could be blackmailing material, later on!
Putting my hand in my pocket to check if the newspaper clipping was still there, I snuck a quick look at Trowa. As usual, I could not tell what he was thinking ? nor could I tell what Heero was thinking, although he had an unusually interested look on his face. He looked like he was about to play his favourite board game, which he always won.
I snorted as my attention turned to Sally and Wufei. They were fighting over the last ham sandwich. And my brother and Lucrezia? They were giving each other funny looks.
?It?s obvious they?re in love, isn?t it?? Trowa said, next to me, also looking at Milliardo and Lucrezia.
I nodded. ?Yeah.?
I still could not believe that I was chatting friendly to my rival! But still, it was nice to talk to someone. No one else was paying much attention to me: Just going about their lunch, I suppose.
?They?ve been doing ?that? for two years,? said Trowa, returning to his lunch. Not really ?returning? actually: More like staring at it, as if it were a piece of horse manure. Perhaps that what he saw it is. ?We?ve all been putting bets on who?ll say ?I love you? first.?
I stuffed a piece of sandwich in my mouth. ?Who?d you go for??
He turned to me, and almost smiled. ?Milliardo.?
I munched on the food, then swallowed. ?I think it?d be Lucrezia to admit it first.?
?Milliardo.?
Anger rose from within me. I almost stood up, and yelled, ?LUCREZIA, YOU IDIOT!? But, it seemed an invisible force was preventing me from making a fool out of myself, so I barely managed to mutter, ?Lucrezia.?
?Milliardo.? His voice seemed somewhat Duo-like, when Duo was joking. I did not notice.
?Lucrezia.?
He almost jumped, as he heard the coldness in my voice, but it did not stop him: He would win this battle, or act like an idiot trying. ?Milliardo.?
I shivered. Half the table was watching our little ?fight? ? and it looked like neither of us was likely to surrender anytime soon.
?LUCREZIA.?
Duo dropped his fork. ?Well, I?ll be-?
?Shush up, baka!? said Wufei, yanking hard on his braid.
?MILLIARDO.?
I had an idea. It was childish, but it could ? no, it would work!
?MILLIARDO.?
Trowa did not see it coming.
?Lucrez ? hey!?
Until it was too late.
?Ha! I won!? I said, abandoning my lunch, and jumping up. The table looked at me in surprise ? Trowa just looked at me, and replied, somewhat sarcastically,
?And you?re so modest, too.?
The eyes of the people around us looked at Trowa and I, wide open.
?Oh my God ? are you sure the aliens from outer space haven?t taken over yet?? asked Duo. This time, no one ? not even Hilde ? tried to yank on his braid. They were all sitting, mouths dropped almost to the floor, and eyes wide open, unbelieving of what they had just seen.
I blushed. ?May I be excused, brother??
?Y-y-yes,? he stuttered. What had I done wrong? Perhaps I did not act like this before? or perhaps it is just Trowa.
Yes, it is Trowa. Trowa?
TROWA.
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The story is soo cute please get the next part out soon. Its such a sweet story I love Relena and Trowa stories, Heero and Relena are always cute but they can get boring, Quatre and Relena are too likely cause they're so compadable and Duo just seems like the big brother type and Wufei well lets just not go there he belongs with it either Catharine or Sally. Yes I think Torwa and Relena are a very CUTE couple in deed.
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