The Monastery 1xR
Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2003 10:24 am
The Monastery
Disclaimer: I don’t own all these characters, well…maybe one or two, or more, but as for the rest of them, they belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency. Don’t get me wrong, I am NOT looking for some kind of lawsuit just because I’m using the characters. Besides, such efforts are futile, because I am about as poor as a mouse (or poorer). Hey, you can’t get juice from a pile of coal.
A/N: Relena joins a monastery, (well if you can call it that ^_^;), except it’s not what she thinks it is. Some parts are very freaky. Oh! and Soul-Searching is a completely made-up religion that I hope absolutely no one will ever copy. Enjoy. ^o^.
Prologue
A woman wearing a black cotton robe with a large silver circle embedded into her skinny body, sat in-front of a badly adjusted radio, as the news of the terrible thing she had done began to flood her thoughts.
It had been almost 5 years since she’d seen her beloved family and, him. He had been a part of her life also. He’d always said he was only there to protect her, but she knew the truth. She knew that deep inside his ice-encrusted heart, he loved her.
He’d always said that he’d be there to protect her. But here she was on the brink of being driven insane by these evil perpetrators, who called themselves soul-searchers, and followers of the ultimate Soul-Searcher Sear, when really they were just a community of crazy people in desperate need of some help. Everyday punishing themselves and each other for the tiny mistakes they made, or the small pleasures they bestowed upon themselves.
Already, her back was riddled with the raised wound marks of the whip. Where was he now? Her eyes were almost sunken in and her ribs rubbed against her skin, so much now that it hurt to move. Where was her protector now? When she was dying of hunger, pain and sorrow; in this stone castle of life-imprisonment.
She couldn’t escape. She’d only be brought back and punished. No food for six weeks and thirty lashes on her bare back. This wasn’t a monastery. This was a place to come if you wanted to die. This was one step closer to hell.
Where was he now? Where was Heero?
Chapter 1
…Five Years Ago…
Heero violently threw the newspaper on the table. He didn’t want to think about what had just happened. Relena had given him the morning off, and he, like a fool had taken the offer. Now she was somewhere buried within the fallen Senate House, her ashes mixed with the ashes of all those other politicians who had been unfortunate enough to be with her at the time of the explosion.
Switching on the television, he already knew what would be on, on every channel.
‘…she died a terrible death, fighting for the peace of the Earth and the colonies…’
Heero switched the channel, vaguely hoping there’d be something else on the TV, however, his search was in vain because on the next 30 channels, one reporter after the other would be talking about her ‘disastrous’ death. There was even a documentary on ‘The Life and Times of Relena Darlien Peacecraft.’
Heero turned off the television and flung the remote control at the wall behind him. It smashed and the batteries flew out as small bits of plastic scattered on the cold floor. The room was filled with silence. It remained that way with Heero trying to contain his anger, pain and sorrow; until the day turned into night. He didn’t even bother to turn on the lights. He just sat there, straight and rigid in the dark.
Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, Prussian blue eyes spilled over with tears, and raking, heart-wrenching sobs escaped from the usually perfect soldier.
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Relena walked into the public bathroom of an airport, her blonde hair was tied up in a bun and hidden underneath a cap with a furry, red bob on it. Every time she sensed someone was looking at her or was going to look at her, she ignored the person and tried not to make any eye contact, speeding up her pace.
Looking up at the time board she saw that the next take-off would be to the new colony L-1.5. It was halfway between colonies one and two, and she’d never like it because anytime she went there for press-conferences or meetings, she’d been bombarded by strange looking people dressed in black rags of thin cotton and a heavy-looking silver chain around their tired necks.
Whenever she’d been alone, one of them would always come up to her and try to persuade her to join this new religion of ‘Soul-Searchers’ that they’d started three years ago. These people were known for the way they beat themselves and each other as a sort of penance for doing something they enjoyed, or anything minor like that. This had always frightened her.
Then why was she going to them?
Relena pushed open the bathroom door, to find the dirty bathroom deserted. Good, she thought. No interruptions.
She couldn’t afford for anyone to find out that she was still alive, not after what she’d just done to get away from everyone and everything. She wouldn’t be secretly joining the Soul-Searchers if she wanted to be found out.
She took from a small bag she was carrying, a large bottle of permanent wash-in-hair-dye; and began to scrub in the bright, red liquid, not forgetting her eyebrows. Examining the end result, Relena realised that the dye had not completely dyed her hair red, for there were sandy streaks sparsely scattered across her hair.
I should have known this wouldn’t work! She forcefully threw the empty bottle in the bin but then thinking how that careless action might lead to her getting caught, she gingerly picked it up, narrowly avoiding scraping her arm on what looked like a three day old glob of gum.
Relena looked around the room and spotted one of the toilet doors open. She walked into the cubicle and opening the lid to the period pad bin she crammed the bottle into it. Unfortunately it blocked the bin opening, but seeing as there were no security cameras, Relena didn’t waste time on the problem.
Walking back over to her hand-bag, Relena took out a pair of dark green contact lenses with light brown specks and carefully placed the unfamiliar objects in her eyes. Looking up into the mirror, she saw a completely different Relena to the one she used to be. But then, she wasn’t Relena any more was she?
If she wasn’t Relena, who then was this red-haired, hazel-eyed girl?
I’ll think of that later, she thought.
to be continued....
A/N: so i hope you all liked that so far keep reading and you know i love all your replies except the harsh harsh ones so please RR.
tornin1/2
Disclaimer: I don’t own all these characters, well…maybe one or two, or more, but as for the rest of them, they belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency. Don’t get me wrong, I am NOT looking for some kind of lawsuit just because I’m using the characters. Besides, such efforts are futile, because I am about as poor as a mouse (or poorer). Hey, you can’t get juice from a pile of coal.
A/N: Relena joins a monastery, (well if you can call it that ^_^;), except it’s not what she thinks it is. Some parts are very freaky. Oh! and Soul-Searching is a completely made-up religion that I hope absolutely no one will ever copy. Enjoy. ^o^.
Prologue
A woman wearing a black cotton robe with a large silver circle embedded into her skinny body, sat in-front of a badly adjusted radio, as the news of the terrible thing she had done began to flood her thoughts.
It had been almost 5 years since she’d seen her beloved family and, him. He had been a part of her life also. He’d always said he was only there to protect her, but she knew the truth. She knew that deep inside his ice-encrusted heart, he loved her.
He’d always said that he’d be there to protect her. But here she was on the brink of being driven insane by these evil perpetrators, who called themselves soul-searchers, and followers of the ultimate Soul-Searcher Sear, when really they were just a community of crazy people in desperate need of some help. Everyday punishing themselves and each other for the tiny mistakes they made, or the small pleasures they bestowed upon themselves.
Already, her back was riddled with the raised wound marks of the whip. Where was he now? Her eyes were almost sunken in and her ribs rubbed against her skin, so much now that it hurt to move. Where was her protector now? When she was dying of hunger, pain and sorrow; in this stone castle of life-imprisonment.
She couldn’t escape. She’d only be brought back and punished. No food for six weeks and thirty lashes on her bare back. This wasn’t a monastery. This was a place to come if you wanted to die. This was one step closer to hell.
Where was he now? Where was Heero?
Chapter 1
…Five Years Ago…
Heero violently threw the newspaper on the table. He didn’t want to think about what had just happened. Relena had given him the morning off, and he, like a fool had taken the offer. Now she was somewhere buried within the fallen Senate House, her ashes mixed with the ashes of all those other politicians who had been unfortunate enough to be with her at the time of the explosion.
Switching on the television, he already knew what would be on, on every channel.
‘…she died a terrible death, fighting for the peace of the Earth and the colonies…’
Heero switched the channel, vaguely hoping there’d be something else on the TV, however, his search was in vain because on the next 30 channels, one reporter after the other would be talking about her ‘disastrous’ death. There was even a documentary on ‘The Life and Times of Relena Darlien Peacecraft.’
Heero turned off the television and flung the remote control at the wall behind him. It smashed and the batteries flew out as small bits of plastic scattered on the cold floor. The room was filled with silence. It remained that way with Heero trying to contain his anger, pain and sorrow; until the day turned into night. He didn’t even bother to turn on the lights. He just sat there, straight and rigid in the dark.
Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, Prussian blue eyes spilled over with tears, and raking, heart-wrenching sobs escaped from the usually perfect soldier.
8888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
Relena walked into the public bathroom of an airport, her blonde hair was tied up in a bun and hidden underneath a cap with a furry, red bob on it. Every time she sensed someone was looking at her or was going to look at her, she ignored the person and tried not to make any eye contact, speeding up her pace.
Looking up at the time board she saw that the next take-off would be to the new colony L-1.5. It was halfway between colonies one and two, and she’d never like it because anytime she went there for press-conferences or meetings, she’d been bombarded by strange looking people dressed in black rags of thin cotton and a heavy-looking silver chain around their tired necks.
Whenever she’d been alone, one of them would always come up to her and try to persuade her to join this new religion of ‘Soul-Searchers’ that they’d started three years ago. These people were known for the way they beat themselves and each other as a sort of penance for doing something they enjoyed, or anything minor like that. This had always frightened her.
Then why was she going to them?
Relena pushed open the bathroom door, to find the dirty bathroom deserted. Good, she thought. No interruptions.
She couldn’t afford for anyone to find out that she was still alive, not after what she’d just done to get away from everyone and everything. She wouldn’t be secretly joining the Soul-Searchers if she wanted to be found out.
She took from a small bag she was carrying, a large bottle of permanent wash-in-hair-dye; and began to scrub in the bright, red liquid, not forgetting her eyebrows. Examining the end result, Relena realised that the dye had not completely dyed her hair red, for there were sandy streaks sparsely scattered across her hair.
I should have known this wouldn’t work! She forcefully threw the empty bottle in the bin but then thinking how that careless action might lead to her getting caught, she gingerly picked it up, narrowly avoiding scraping her arm on what looked like a three day old glob of gum.
Relena looked around the room and spotted one of the toilet doors open. She walked into the cubicle and opening the lid to the period pad bin she crammed the bottle into it. Unfortunately it blocked the bin opening, but seeing as there were no security cameras, Relena didn’t waste time on the problem.
Walking back over to her hand-bag, Relena took out a pair of dark green contact lenses with light brown specks and carefully placed the unfamiliar objects in her eyes. Looking up into the mirror, she saw a completely different Relena to the one she used to be. But then, she wasn’t Relena any more was she?
If she wasn’t Relena, who then was this red-haired, hazel-eyed girl?
I’ll think of that later, she thought.
to be continued....
A/N: so i hope you all liked that so far keep reading and you know i love all your replies except the harsh harsh ones so please RR.
tornin1/2
