Pt. 2
?Mr. Pacecraft, please restrain yourself!?
?GET OUT!? yelled a man of great status. The secretary stumbled out of the room dropping the papers on the ground. The office was littered in papers that was piled up on his desk and also now on the floor. The stress was overwhelming for him, but he still was here. He briefly let out a sigh under his breath. No matter what, the work load only increases as time passes by. His brow creased from the sight of the office. This was the work that he took upon his self to carry on peace. It would have been funny to him in the past, but now, he has a family to take care of. His wife will of course beg him to come home, and his son will want to play. This is all for them, no more wars and no more pain. The thoughts of his family fueled his pen to sign each document and revise as much material needed.
A knock came to his door as his secretary returned once again with his plea. The man was in his late 30?s, already gray and balding. His facial expression was as usual sleep deprived beyond help, and yet he managed to stand. Mr. Pacecraft didn?t look up to his secretary as he said, ?Mr. Drake, pray that whatever brings you here is work related.? The secretary hesitated a bit since what he had to say to Mr. Peacecraft didn?t fulfill his expectations. ?Mr. Peacecraft, please, I?m also responsible for your well being.? The man at the desk still wrote furiously, Mr. Drake dreaded this moment. He knew what he was about to say will not be in agreeable terms with his boss. ?Mr. Peacecraft, it-it h-has already been a month since you locked yourself in your office. It?s required for you to rest at home, under the stress free laws for any politician.? The scribbling of his boss?s pen stopped for a moment then picked up its pace again. ?I?m considered a stand-in. Article 9 under the new Political Relief Act does not apply to me. If you continue with this, I?ll make sure to replace you by the end of this week.?
?Sir, please! This is unhealthy! Please leave the work to someone else. After the death of Ms. Peacecraft you took it upon yourself to complete her work and more?? The sound of Mr. Peacecraft?s pen dropping caused Mr. Drake to come to a halt with his words. ?My personal and work life is unrelated.? His boss said. ?I wouldn?t want someone else to take care of a Peacecrafts? work. It can only be done by someone within the family.?
?Mr. Peacecraft! That?s ludicrous! It?s understandable that you mourn the loss of your sister??
?She isn?t dead!? the man barked towards his secretary. The man fumed from his desk, but his secretary refused to leave despite the trembling he felt. ?Mr. Peacecraft?I don?t care if you fire me or not, but please sir! What?s the point of sacrificing yourself?! You don?t need to work so hard anymore sir. Please, you can rely on us to lessen your work load.? Mr. Peacecraft didn?t say anything. He just got up from his seat and looked out his window. His back was facing Mr. Drake as he was waiting for his Boss?s infamous outburst. ?Sir??Drake began. ?You may leave now Mr. Drake.?
The other man felt puzzled, but he knew he had it coming. Mr. Peacecraft wasn?t known to give second chances. Mr. Drake frowned towards his boss, who stood there motionless. He tried his best, what else could he do? He cared for the Peacecrafts?, they were passionate people and humble to their word. For that, he respected their family and their pride. He also had similar situations with Ms. Peacecraft. However it was different, the loss of Ms. Peacecraft the symbol of peace was a great blow to all even more so to her brother. Even though her brother considered his self a stand-in, what he was doing was reckless. That?s why he felt he needed to do something before he would bring his own demise. Mr. Drake slightly bowed his head as he said, ?Understood sir. Before I go, I must say this; Milliardo Peacecraft, I truly feel for your loss.? Drake with his final words left Mr. Peacecraft office that was once his sister?s.
The man closed the door after his departure, which left Millardo to continue to stare silently out his huge window. There were so many people who benefited from his sister?s work and now his. Even though he told Relena that he couldn?t take his place back in the Peacecrafts? name, she still smiled and loved him. He was a murderer of many and a man who destroyed many lives during the war. What right did he have to claim his name as a Peacecraft? But yet, he understood his sister?s goals and his parent?s work. While his sister still worked to better the Earth Sphere Alliance with the colonies. She still considered his outlook and his suggestions. She was slowly introducing him back to pacifism. Before he knew it, he found his self in meetings and speaking in briefings on his sister?s behalf. This was the least he could do for her.
?Zechs?? A voice called out to him, he was all too familiar with. It?s been awhile since he last heard her voice. She closed the door behind her as she stared at the scattered papers on the ground. ?Zechs?? She soothes. The ex-soldier gave her no response. How long has it been since he last heard her voice? It felt like an eternally for him, even though in reality it was only for a few weeks. He looked over his shoulder to see her, and then looked back at the window. ?It?s good to hear you again Noin.? He finally said. She smiled as she walked to his side. ?It?s good to hear you again too.? Her hand made its way to hold his. ?Zechs I missed you.? He was silent as he caresses her small hand in his. ?I know that the work you do here is important, but please come home once in awhile. Come home to me and Julian.?
?I?m sorry. There?s work that must be done here first.?
?I?m tired of your excuses! Your parents even made time for you and Relena despite their workload. Right now, you?re just overworking yourself to distract you??She hesitated for a bit before she continued. ??f-from our recent loss.? She whispered loud enough for him to hear. She gently squeezed his hand for comfort and understanding. ?I understand fully what you?re doing. You can?t just bury yourself in your work!? Zechs?s eyes never strayed from his view from the window. Noin remained the same way staring at the people outside below her view. ?There?s no one that I trust with my sister?s work. I don?t want her time and effort to go in vain. That?s why I will finish what she started.? He finally said fiddling her hand in fondness. Noin looked at him as she moved her free hand underneath Zech?s chin, making him have full eye contract with her. His expression was unchanging as he gazed upon his wife. ?Do you understand what you?re saying to me Zechs??
?I?m fully aware Noin. It was bound to happen.?
?People will hate you, despise you even. The name Peacecraft isn?t something that can be foolishly casted away and picked up again.?
?I know the full weight of what a Peacecraft bears. Now that I look back on my times of war, everything I did was for revenge against those who took away my childhood. For all the sins I committed, I could have never thought of seeing myself as a Peacecraft again. Noin, to carry on the work of my bloodline I must claim my name once again. Like Relena who carried the work of our parents, I must do the same.?
?Oh Zechs?I see you know longer hide behind your mask. Me and Julian will support you, but under one condition.? She began, causing Zechs to kiss her hand to beckon her. ?Anything.? Her husband said. ?Zechs I want you to rest and come home. I want you to see our son grow up.? Zechs smiled at his wife?s request. This time he gave her a peck which turned into a full kiss. This feeling that he felt that whelmed inside him was warm and filled with the yearning of his wife. She halted his actions from proceeding any further. ?Is that a yes? Or a overcome of lust?? She questioned him knowingly. ?It?s a promise to you, Julian, and myself.? Zechs kissed Noin?s forehead as he held her gaze once more. ?How long will it take for you to come home?? She whispered between kisses. ?A week more, I need to go through the proper proceedings of claiming my name.?
?I wish you all the luck and more, but I won?t wait no longer than a week.?
Zechs smiled towards his wife, she was his partner in war now in life. This was something that he has to do. It was for all the things he loved in life, even the moment when she said ?I do.? This was a time for peace and he?ll fight to keep it that way. Like his parents before him and his little sister. The only thing he regrets now is not claiming his name earlier in life in Relena?s stead. If he done that, his sister would be right beside him right now. ?Zechs, it?s three o?clock. Don?t you have a briefing right now?? Zechs eyed the clock that was displayed on his desk. He let out a sigh as he turned back to Noin. ?I?m sorry Noin.? She just smiled at her husband. ?Don?t forget, a week from now.? She smirked before she strolled out his office.
The office was silent once again and it was still piled in papers. He glared towards the scattered papers on the ground then at his desk. He passed his hand through his hair moving towards the intercom. ?Mr. Drake, I have an appointment at three is he here?? Zechs said into the intercom pressing the button. The hassling of papers were heard from the other side as a panting voice rang through. ?Sir! I-I thought you relieved me from my position.?
?Do you want to be fired??
?No sir! Your appointment is here, I?ll send him up sir!?
The intercom buzzed off as he knew Mr. Drake was having a hard time adjusting to the thought he wasn?t fired yet. Shortly afterwards, a low knock came to his door. Zechs didn?t pay any mind to the mess that was harbored in his office. He just hoped his guest didn?t mind too much. ?Come in.? he said, signaling the man to come in. Zechs sat behind his desk stacking up papers in its proper order. ?Mr. Peacecreaft, I have the following report regarding the incident.? The taller fellow said handing Zechs the papers along with a folder. ?Are these photographs of the crash site??
?Yes sir.?
Zechs scanned through the documentation until something caught his eye. ?There are hospital records here. Why is that??
?Regarding the incident within the three day span, the officials found a woman within a two mile radius of the crash site. She was in critical condition, and was enrolled into the closet hospital facility, sir.?
?Is there any more information that?s not stated in the report??
The man was silent at first as he shifted his weight to one side. ?Yes sir.? The man said in a low tone, which cause Zechs to question him. ??Its description of the woman that was found.? Zechs figure stiffened from his guest?s words. Did he know what was there to be said or was he wishing on false hope? If she was Re??Her identity has been confirmed as Relena Peacecraft s-sir.?
Mr. Drake still felt he was in the mist of shock. He couldn?t believe it! He wasn?t going to get fired after all or at least not now. Maybe Mr. Peacecraft valued his efforts and work to help his situation. The very thought of it sent the man beaming down the hall with a stack of papers that needed his boss?s attention. However, it was documents on petty issues of the Supreme Court discussing name changes. He wondered why he would want such a thing so suddenly.
A figure suddenly bolted from Mr. Peacecraft?s office which was followed by a taller man. ?Sir! Your papers that you requested!? the secretary called out trying to match him in speed to the front door. ?Put them on my desk. Make sure no one enters my office without my consent Mr. Drake. Bradley is the flight booked?? The taller man responded to him, offering the opened door to him. ?Yes sir. A private jet has been prepared.?
?How long will you be out?? The secretary stumbled after him. ?I?ll be back before tomorrow?s four o?clock meeting.? Zechs said as he docked his head within a black sleek vintage car that was waiting for him. The man named Bradley followed him into the car, briefing him of other matters at hand. Mr. Drake was left behind standing there as he watched Mr. Peacecraft speed off into the distance. Mr. Drake sighed, this was the first time his boss has finally left the work area.
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