Legacy 201:Ch. 1 - The Martyr

[Fallen Angel]

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Chapter 1: The Martyr


Razors and the dying roses, plead I don't leave you alone,

Demi-gods and hungry ghosts and God, God knows I'm not at home.

I looked into your eyes and saw a world that does not exist.

I looked into your eyes and saw a world I wish I was in.

I'll never find someone quite like you again?c

~VAST, ?eTouched?f


Heero smoothed a hand over his eyes but the words on his computer screen failed to become any clearer. Although it would have helped if the apartment he'd rented in the worst part of what was once Paris had lighting for more than 1 hour every night. Still, there was (mostly) running water and something that resembled a bed in the corner and that was all Heero needed. After all, his missions kept him on the move often enough. Now he was simply on the look for a new one as he scoured the Preventer mainframe.

Then the unexpected happened; he received an email. It wasn't that he didn't often get them - no one should even have known what his address was. Except one person, who was only allowed to contact him in an emergency.

Duo.

Hey, it's me. Been talking to Quatre. You need to go see Relena. Now.

Heero sat back in his seat, reading between the lines. Firstly, it was only a short message which meant it was written in a hurry. Also significant that he had mentioned talking to Quatre, the resident empathic who - as far as Heero knew - was taking time off to help one of his sisters run her hospital in Cairo. But what worried Heero most was the use of the words ?eneed?f and ?enow?f. It wasn't like Duo to risk his life by ordering Heero around, unless it was really important.

Sighing, he reached forward to turn of his computer, leaving the room in complete darkness. It had been so long since he'd seen her. Sure, a visit here and there would have been possible but then again, wasn't it better to make a clean break in cases like these?

On the other hand, there were no cases like theirs. Who'd ever heard of a soldier falling in love with the woman he should have killed? He'd even gone so far as to protect her.

No need to break tradition, thought Heero as he stood up. After all, England was only a short boat ride away. And the truth was, whatever Quatre was sensing he had sensed it too. And it left him with a heavy feeling that settled in the pit of his stomach. If he'd ever been taught the concept, Heero would have recognised it as fear.


***


Relena turned the gun over in her hands feeling the cool metal between her fingers and watching it glint in the moonlight. She began to see how Heero could be so cold when this was what he worked with, what he lived with; weapons of destruction. Maybe it was only now?cnow that she had to lost her grip on her dreams of peace?cthat she could become comfortable with holding a gun and with what she was about to do.

She cast a final look towards the bed behind her. Sitting in neat little rows and addressed in Relena's neat handwriting were her suicide letters. One to Milliardo and Noin, whose kindness in letting her stay with them could never be repaid with words; another to her friends, to express her sorrow at disappointing them; one to the world, to explain that she could not live on, watching the peace of the world - all that she had lived for - slip through her fingers. And finally, the letter which took her the longest to write and filled her with the most pain, one to Heero.

God, Heero. His leaving all those years ago left a tear in her heart that had been slowly ripping itself open ever since. So it wasn't too surprising for her to find that now she was so empty: everything had been falling apart ever since he left her.

But now I'll find my peace, she thought, checking that the gun was loaded. There were six bullets, but Relena knew she would only need one.

World, forgive me for having to leave when you need me most.

Slowly, she walked towards the balcony, hoping that the further she got from the sound of Milliardo and Noin's laughter downstairs, the easier it would be to convince herself that this was the only way out.

Brother, forgive me for leaving you without the family you so desperately need. Sister in law, forgive me.

The cold metal of the barrel pressed against her forehead.

Heero, forgive me for loving you this much. I only hope this will keep the peace for you.

Her finger tightened on the trigger and she took one last look out at the world she so loved?c

There. She had seen it through the curtains, movement on the balcony. She lowered the gun and carefully pulled away the curtain to find herself face to face with?c

?gHeero??h she had meant to sound happy at seeing him after so long but found that her voice could only express confusion. Relena's eyes drank him in - God he looked even sexier than ever. Though his eyes seemed even deeper, hardened by his years of experience. It had been so long, but he hadn't changed in her eyes. Maybe he never would.

?gRelena,?h he said. ?gI?c?h he went to say something more when his mind comprehended what his eyes had seen straightaway. Relena was standing before him with a gun in one hand, a set of letters with her writing on the front sitting on the bed and the tears still drying on her cheeks. It didn't take a genius to see what she'd been about to do before he arrived.

?gWhat the hell are you doing??h Heero growled, stepping forward into the room to take the gun away from her. To his surprise she stepped back. Relena had never stepped back from him before, even when he'd held a gun to her throat.

?gI know what you're thinking,?h Relena said, bringing the gun up to point it at him. ?gIt's a bit of a role reversal, isn't it Heero? Me, trying to end my life. You, trying to stop me.?h

?gGive me the gun, Relena.?h He reached out, in no way unnerved by her threats. Things may have changed but she was still his Relena.

?gI'm sorry Heero, I can't do that,?h she said. ?gLeave, now.?h

?gYou wouldn't shoot me.?h

?gDon't test me, please. I was a breath away from killing myself. You don't think I couldn't take you with me??h Relena heard the desperation in her voice but knew that hiding the truth now was pointless. The evidence was in her hand. She was a desperate woman.

Heero didn't back away at her words, but did stop moving forward. ?gWhat happened to you, Relena? When I left you were the living symbol of peace in the world. You couldn't even pick up a gun to defend yourself, much less shoot somebody.?h

?gThings have changed with me, Heero,?h she replied softly. ?gThat's why you're here, isn't it? I have to be at death's door before you'll even come visit me. If you had been here, you'd see how hard I'm finding letting it go.?h

?gLetting what go??h

?gPeace, Heero. Peace,?h Relena was on the verge of tears but she kept going. ?gLegacy will either take every penny the world has to offer or destroy everything we've worked so hard to rebuild. No matter what I do, there will be a war. And I am to blame; I encouraged Sincarno. I sympathized with him.?h

?gThis isn't your fault, Relena,?h Heero said gently.

?gAnd this has nothing to do with you,?h she told him, tightening her grip on the gun.

?gIf it doesn't, then what is that letter addressed to me doing on your bed??h

Relena glanced back towards the bed and that split second was all Heero needed to grab the barrel. But she had a stronger grip than he'd expected and it became a sudden tug of war.

?gHeero, let go!?h she cried, pushing against him with her free hand.

He grunted in reply and forced the gun above both their heads where it could do less damage if it accidentally went off. The fact was that he was too strong for her and it was only a matter of time before she lost her grip.

BANG!

As the sound of a gunshot rang through the room, Heero let go of the barrel, startled. But he knew that it hadn't gone off, it couldn't have - he would have felt it. Then his eyes fell to Relena and he saw. He saw the gun she held in her other hand, the one he'd had tucked into the back of his pants and the one she must have secretly grabbed while they were fighting. He saw the crimson stain on her white blouse, blooming like a rose over where her stomach was.

?gOh God,?h Heero felt his heart stop in his chest. ?gRelena?c?h

She reached out for him in what was almost a parting gesture, even as she fell towards the ground. ?gHeero?c?h

He only just had time to grab her and fall to the ground with her, cradling her body in his arms. It was so like a scene from long ago it was almost ironic; him falling and her catching him. But he hadn't been fatally wounded at the time.

As a soldier his eyes took in everything; the wound, her pale face and her rapidly slowing breathing. But Heero, the man, saw only one thing. He was losing her. The only woman he'd ever loved was dying in his arms.

The scream built in his throat without his realising. ?gNoooooo!?h


***


Zechs heard the gunshot before he heard Heero cry out. But he had been out of his chair so quickly, his wife on his heels, that as he opened the door he was able to see Heero throw his head back and cry like a wounded animal. His heart leapt into his throat as he saw, in the light pouring through the doorway, his sister cradled in Heero's arms. The wound in her stomach was clearly visible.

?gOh my god,?h Noin whispered behind him as she took in the scene. ?gI'll call an ambulance,?h she said, running downstairs again.

?gHeero,?h said Zechs, running forward and kneeling beside him. Somehow, he couldn't find the ability to hate the young man right now. And as he saw Heero's face he couldn?ft find reason to blame him either. ?gWhat the hell happened??h

Tears were pooling in Heero's eyes when he answered. ?gI don't know?cI don't know. It wasn't meant to happen like this.?h

?gHeero, get a grip! What happened here??h

?gShe was trying to kill herself,?h Heero gasped out. ?gI arrived in time to stop her, but as we were fighting over the gun she must have?cshe shot herself?cwith my gun. It's my fault; I should have thought about that. I should have remembered my gun. And I never told her?c?h

Zechs checked for a pulse. ?gShe's still alive, Heero. There's still time.?h

?gI called an ambulance,?h Noin said as she appeared in the doorway. ?gThey'll be here in a few minutes.?h

To Heero's relief, they were there in exactly 2 minutes, 40 seconds. But at the same time the wait for the ambulance seemed to take forever. And when the paramedics did arrive, Heero wasn't satisfied to go with Noin and Zechs in their car.

Running after the paramedic beside Relena's gurney, he asked, ?gCan I ride with you??h

The paramedic, a short man with roughly cut hair, responded curtly, ?gNo. Go away.?h

Heero looked hurt for a moment but Noin quickly took his arm. ?gCome on, Heero. You'll see her at the hospital. And you can ride with us.?h

?gYeah, pal,?h sneered the paramedic, ?gnick off so we can do our job.?h

Something triggered in Heeros mind. No paramedics he'd ever met acted like that; they weren't allowed to. Something was wrong. Instinctively, Heero ran around to the front of the van and then stopped still, stunned by what he saw. The driver wasn't a paramedic - he was wearing a soldier's uniform. A Legacy uniform.

?gHey!?h he called out, but it was too late. The van was on the move.

'Oh no you don't,' he thought to himself. 'You think you can lose me that easily? Seems you've never met ?ethe perfect soldier?f before.'

And with that, Heero began running. He could hear Zechs calling out in the distance but he didn't care. He was completely focused on his mission and nothing could deter him from that. Heero ran and ran until he thought his sides would split and his feet hurt each time they pounded the pavement. He ran flat out yet the van was getting further and further away but just when he began to believe he'd never catch them, the lights changed to red. Without realising he had a hunter, the driver began to slow down. Heero took the chance to jump at the back doors, catching the handle in his hands as the lights went green.

?gDamn,?h Heero found himself cursing as the van started moving again and his shoes grazed against the bitumen. Though he was lucky; if the van door handles had been any lower he would have been grazing more than his shoes. Inch by careful inch, he worked his way along the top of the van, closing in on the driver as they moved at breakneck speed. At the first chance he got, Heero dropped his head beside the driver's window.

?gI said ?eHey?f,?h he quipped right before landing a fist in the middle of the surprised driver?fs nose. A split second later, he flung the side door open, throwing the driver out and taking his place.

?gRico!?h a voice called from the back. ?gWhat?fs going on up there? You call that driving??h A head poked itself through the small window dividing the front from back.

?gRico??h the ?eparamedic?f asked, looking towards Heero.

?gNo, sorry,?h the Gundam pilot said. ?gCan I take a message??h Taking advantage of the paramedic's surprise, he quickly slammed on the brakes, sending the man forward against the windscreen, knocking him unconscious. Unfortunately, Heero hadn't braced himself as well as he thought he had and the force of the sudden stop sent his forehead on a one way course with the dashboard.

But just before losing consciousness, Heero found the energy to look back at Relena. She was still breathing, her injuries apparently unaffected by his driving.

?gRelena?c?h he gasped. It was the last thing he managed to utter before the world went black.


***


?gDuo, remind me again why I let you drag me to this place.?h

?gBecause, Trowa, ever since you left the circus to join the Preventers you've been in soldier mode. You live, breathe and eat like a soldier and seem to have deleted the word ?efun?f from your vocabulary,?h explained the young mechanic. ?gBut you see, I wrote the book on ?efun?f and I'm about to demonstrate how it's done.?h

Trowa sighed and inched away from the entrance to a bar where a pair of drunk, smelly men tumbled out. They had to be, he thought, in the most disreputable part of L2. Next time he had time off and was looking for some fun, he had to remember NOT to call Duo Maxwell.

?gOh, come on Trowa,?h his braided friend said, ?grelax a little, will ya? You've been to places like this on missions a million times before, I'll bet. And probably at night too, and it's the middle of the day, so why worry??h

?gI worry because I have been to places like this on missions before and know what they're like. What in space could be of entertainment value in a dump like this??h

?gHey, this dump happens to be one of my regular hangouts,?h said the American with mock indignation.

?gWhy am I not surprised??h

?gAnd in answer to your question, this is a place of great ?eentertainment value?f if I do say so myself.?h

He pulled them up in front of a place not unlike any other, a small bar, tucked back into the alcove of a brick building.

?gThe Two Legs??h Trowa asked, raising an eyebrow at the bright pink neon light over the door. ?gA strip club??h

Duo laughed. ?gOf course not. Look, don't let appearances deceive you. The service is great. Come on.?h

Before Trowa had time to argue he found himself being dragged inside. A blonde woman with curly hair wearing a tiny dress (which Trowa could swear was really underwear masquerading as proper clothes) met them with a smile.

?gHey Duo. You're early,?h she said. ?gWe don't normally see you till after work.?h

?gYeah, Natalie,?h he replied, ?gbut today?fs a special occasion. I've got a friend with me. Natalie, this is Trowa.?h

?gI noticed,?h she said with a smile in Trowa's direction. ?gYou never told me you had such cute friends, Duo. You should bring them by more often. Is he taken??h

Trowa went to speak but Duo was too quick for him. ?gNah, but I'm too good a friend to let him fall into your clutches. I know you, you little husband-hunter.?h

Natalie shrugged. ?gGirl's gotta have plans. I can't be working here for the rest of my life. But I'm working here now, so can I show you fellas to a seat??h

?gSure thing.?h

She led them through some velvet red curtains and Trowa found himself in a cosy looking club with a small stage at the front and a bar to the right. The lighting was dim and the air smoky but somehow it was almost welcoming. Half a dozen or so girls served the tables and like Natalie, were dressed in little more than underwear.

?gHere you go fellas,?h Natalie said, seating them at a table close to the stage. ?gYou're in for a treat Duo, our new girl is dancing today. Now I'll go get you some drinks.?h

?gUsual for me,?h said Duo. ?gAnd he'll have?c?h

?gScotch on the rocks, thanks,?h Trowa said.

Natalie winked. ?gNice choice. I like a man with taste. Be back in a sec.?h

When she left the two men fell into silence. Of course, with Duo around silence never lasted long.

?gGo on, say it,?h he said. ?gI know what you're thinking.?h

?gWhat am I thinking then??h

?gYou're thinking you got this whole place pegged wrong. You expected it to be filled with sleazes and perverts.?h

Trowa glanced around before replying, ?gYou're right. It's almost?cnice. I can see why it appeals to you.?h

Duo didn't say anything but smiled confidently. Somehow that annoyed Trowa even more. But then the drinks arrived and the two men fell into a content silence as they drank. More than once, Duo contemplated asking the other man about the Legacy issue; it had been all over the news and if things progressed for the worse, there was always the worry that he might be called upon to pilot a mobile suit. Even worse than that, Hilde might be too. He could handle being sent out into battle again, but the thought of Hilde doing the same worried him more than he cared to admit to himself.

?gYou're thinking about her, aren't you??h Trowa asked, reading Duo's thoughts.

?gWho??h

?gThat girl you're living with. Hilde, isn't it??h

Duo gave his half-smile, ?gYou've been hanging around Quatre too much. Yeah, I guess I was.?h

?gYou worry about her??h

?gYeah, I do.?h

Trowa nearly smiled around his glass. ?gShe should be worrying about you, knowing you're in a place like this.?h

?gNah, it's not like that. We're just friends. Besides, the rule here is look but don't touch. Hilde and I?c?h

He was about to say more when he was cut off by the sounds of catcalls and wolf whistles. Turning around, he saw the curtains across the stage open. Even before they'd fully opened, Duo could see the woman standing on stage; she was gorgeous. A tall brunette, whose face was half-covered by a shimmering blue mask, she wore a small sarong around her waist but as for her top she was wearing basically nothing. Though no one could tell for sure because she held two peacock feather fans over her torso, feathers that matched the elaborate ones in her hair. For the first time, Duo was speechless - sure he'd seen the dancers here before but none like this one. The new girl - who he identified as ?eCat?f from the way the other girls cheered her on - was a great dancer, moving like liquid across the stage, moving the fans but never leaving herself bare.

?gHey, she's really something, eh, Trowa??h he asked. Silence was his reply. ?gTrowa??h

He turned around to find the other pilot in a sort of trance; staring fixedly at the girl. ?gWhoa, Trowa,?h he said. ?gShe's really got your attention, hasn't she??h

?gIs there something?cfamiliar about her??h Trowa asked suddenly, frowning.

?gHuh? No, I don't think so. I mean, come on. If I met a girl like that, with those legs, don?ft you think I'd remember her??h Duo looked again, appreciatively. ?gLook at her. Sure, she's got the figure of a dancer but moves with more strength like?chmm, like?c?h

?gAn acrobat??h offered Trowa.

?gYeah, that's it. Like a?c?h Duo spun around as realization hit. ?gOh Trowa, man, you can?ft be thinking that it?cit couldn't be?c?h

?gI'd know if I could see her eyes. I'd know for sure.?h

?gEasily done,?h said Duo and a split second later called out, ?gHey sweetie, move the fans, would ya??h

The girl turned towards their table with a smile of mock insult. The smile faded the moment she laid eyes on the two. She seemed to freeze in place, her blue eyes held by Trowa's dark green ones. As if the eyes weren't enough proof, the mere fact that she'd recognised him was enough.

Catherine?c


***


Throwing on a robe she'd left hanging by the stage, Catherine ran as fast as she could to her dressing room. She ignored the words of congratulations from her workmates; she couldn't even remember how she'd made it through the rest of her dance without bursting into tears. Gods, it wasn't bad enough that he'd been there, watching her, but the way he'd looked at her with such disappointment was enough to make her cry. What right did he have to accuse her? He'd left of his own free will - she?fd had very little choice and it was mostly his fault too.

She slammed the door to her cupboard-like room shut and sat in front of her mirror. It was plain to see that not only had she changed mentally; she didn't even recognize her face as the young girl from the circus. For one thing, she'd lost weight and somehow her hair had lost some of it's natural curl and fell almost dead straight across her shoulders.

A knock at the door interrupted her sorrow.

?gCat??h It was Nicole. ?gThere's a man who wants to see you. Says you were expecting him.?h

Catherine quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and dabbed some powder on to make the puffiness less visible before calling out, ?gLet him in.?h

Trowa came in then closed the door behind him. But after that the two fell into silence, both looking for the right words to say. She was the first to break the silence. ?gWell, Trowa, I'd say it's good to see you again but I'm no so sure. Are you going to say something, because you were the one to come here, not the other way around.?h

There was a hard quality to her voice that Trowa could swear wasn't there before. It startled him a little before he could give his reply. ?gThis was just a coincidence; Duo brought me. I didn't know you were here. What happened??h

?gTo what? You, me, or the circus??h she asked.

?gPick one.?h

?gOk, let's start with the circus,?h she said, moving to sit down before realizing that that would make him seem even taller than usual. And he had filled out too quite a bit in the past few years, she noted, making him seem less like a lanky boy and more like a man. Then again, she'd known he was good looking from the start. ?gThe thing is, when the wars were on, the circus was popular. People went there to escape from the horrible things in real life to a world of fantasy and illusion. When the wars ended, the demand for things like a circus dropped and so did our income.?h She leant against the dresser and removed the feathers from her hair. ?gLike the others, I didn't want to wait until we had to be kicked out. So I left.?h

?gHow long ago??h he asked, watching her. She was taller and more slender, yes, but she was still stunning.

?gNot long after you left actually. But there were other things to consider.?h

?gLike what??h

?gI can't tell you and don't ask me again,?h she said curtly.

Trowa frowned slightly. ?gWhy so cold, Cathy? Not even a word of explanation??h

She stood up straight and stepped towards him. There was a fire in her eyes he had seen before but under completely different circumstances. ?gThat's all you gave me, wasn't it? A quick goodbye and not a word of explanation. But you can't hide the truth from me with silence Trowa; I know what you're thinking without you having to say it.?h

Trowa could feel his emotions rising - a mixture of desire and anger and confusion - but he buried them quickly. It was pointless though - Catherine had been right and could read him like a book. Why did he even bother hiding how he felt?

?gHow about I explain it for you, and you tell me how close I come to the truth??h she suggested, twirling the peacock feather in her hands. ?gSo, you were a restless young man who fought and traveled the world in search of himself. When the war was over you stayed with us because you were free to go anywhere you wanted. Then you became involved with me and you worried that once you had a stronger reason for staying than for leaving you would be sacrificing your freedom. How am I going so far??h

?gCatherine, it's true that the fact that we were?cintimate had something to do with my choice. But it's not?c?h

?gIntimate, Trowa??h she said, cutting him off. ?gWhy can't you just say we were having sex? Are you ashamed of that??h As she questioned him, the hurt was evident in her eyes. He knew that - more than anything - she had feared that he would have regrets.

?gI was never ashamed of you Catherine,?h he told her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder as tears pooled in her eyes. ?gNever.?h

She gave a hiccuping sort of sob. ?gThen why didn't you stay with us? With me? You didn't think about us?cthe ones who would be left behind.?h

As the tears began to fall, Trowa pulled her closer and held her in his arms. Suddenly, with her words and the way he was holding her, he found himself 6 years in the past. She had saved his life that night when he was so ready to die. And he had been so selfish that he couldn't save her from this life she was living now. He was right. He had never been ashamed of her but now he realised that he was ashamed of himself. He was ashamed of leaving her so suddenly; he was ashamed of questioning her choice in lifestyle when he hadn?ft even sent a letter or note to check that she was ok.

?gCatherine,?h he said, pulling her back so she had to look in his eyes. ?gCome with me. Please. I know?cI've made mistakes. But I'm going to try and make up for things.?h

She shook her head. ?gYou can't. I have?cthere's someone else.?h

Trowa felt a sudden nausea overcome him. For the first time in his life, he was jealous. ?gSomeone else??h

?gI?cthings were worse than this once, Trowa. I did some things I'm not proud of. For money.?h

?gCatherine, I don't care?cwhat's in the past is in the past.?h

?gI know, I know,?h she stepped away from his grasp. ?gBut at the time?che?che was kind to me. He took care of me and gave me more than I needed. I wouldn't have survived if not for him.?h

?gDo you love him??h Trowa couldn't hide the distaste in his voice.

?gNo, of course not. I could never love anyone after you,?h she confessed. ?gStill, he?che owns me. And I do owe him. But for him?cit's only about?c?h

Her voice trailed off into silence.

?gI see.?h

?gTrowa, please don't say it like that!?h Catherine cried. ?gI was starving, I could barely stand. You have no idea what it's like; to have no other choice. I cried every night after I saw him. Sometimes I still do.?h

?gThen let me take you away,?h he said. ?gYou won't have to think about those things ever again.?h

?gTrowa, I?c?h

Knock, knock.

?gDamn,?h cursed Trowa.

?gWho is it??h

?gNatalie. He's here. He wants to know when you're coming out.?h

?gOk. Tell him I'll be there in a minute.?h

Catherine turned desperate eyes to Trowa. ?gThat's him. I have to go. And he can't see you here. Go out the back exit into the alley.?h

?gBut?c?h

?gGive me one week. I want to go with you, I do. But I have things to take care of first. Give me one week, please.?h

Trowa nodded. ?gOne week, then. I'll return for you, I swear.?h

?gI know,?h she said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. ?gI'll see you then.?h


***


Trowa found the thoughts in his head tumbling over and over themselves as he stood in the alleyway beside The Two Legs. So much had happened in the past few minutes; he hadn't even had time to think things out. But he didn't need to. Just the way his body had reacted to seeing her again reassured him he wasn't wrong - he needed Catherine and taking her away from this life would be just as much saving himself as he was saving her.

She had been so right. He had left the circus when he feared he was losing his freedom. But the thing was, even with missions keeping him busy he was never more empty and directionless. His stupid pride wouldn't allow him to admit he was wrong. And by the time he overcame that, he was sure it would have been too late for things to go back to the way they were.

Duo's approach was enough to break him out of his thoughts. Which was probably for the best; the past was the past.

?gHey Trowa, Natalie told me you'd be out here,?h he said, then waited patiently for Trowa to say what he was going to say. Duo wasn't going to pry.

?gIt was her,?h Trowa said finally. ?gI'm coming back in one week for her.?h

Duo couldn't hide his grin. ?gThat's great, man. Good for you.?h

?gYeah, but there are things to worry about first.?h

?gLike what??h

Trowa nodded to the black sedan pulled up at the curb. ?gThat, for example. She's got a keeper,?h he said, the last word tinged with hate.

?gOh,?h was all Duo could say. Then, as they watched from the shadows, Catherine emerged, dressed in a short purple dress. A chauffeur held the door for her as she climbed in and Trowa had to bite his lip to keep himself from calling her back. All the jealousy and rage couldn't overcome his logic though; he would only ruin things by acting too early.

But all the emotions were overcome by shock when he saw the face of the man who climbed into the car beside her and kissed her on the cheek before the door closed. He could only stand there in the alley until Duo quietly said, ?gTrowa? Are you okay? You're not planning to kill that guy are you??h

?gMaybe I'll have to anyway,?h he answered. ?gDo you know who that was Duo??h

?gNot really, but he looks familiar. Why? Do you??h

?gYes. Duo, that was Leonard Sincarno. Chairman of Legacy.?h


***

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