Blissful Ignorance

basically, it's a story that takes place after Episode Zero, it's a TBXMU. i'll post the 1st part soon but here's something to keep you happy until then:

Lights twinkled as he pulled her to him. She looked up at him, her eyes nearly tearing, but not quite. Instead she just looked up into his eyes, trying to forget the mask she was wearing, the web of lies she had spun around herself. 'Oh if you only knew' she thought desparately 'if only'

okay first part soon

Oh please! MERCY!!! Please! I have to know what would happen! I beg you...wait a minute! I DON'T beg! I'll change my tactic! Read below!

wow, i just realized i posted this thing a while ago.
okay um here:

Lights strung above the guests threw streams of light off the gems and crystals that decorated them. Everyone was out in their finest cloths for Ms. Darlian and the Preventer?s annual Masquerade Ball. Anyone lucky enough to receive an invitation spent months planning their costumes, accessories, hair, makeup?everything down to the last detail.
Except of course if you happened to be Trowa Barton.
He had been told?rather forcefully?by Lady Une that he was required to attend this function for security. Arms crossed and back pressed against the cold mirrored wall, he took in everything through his eyes. Eyes his sister once said were the color of emeralds, right now they were just as cold.
The doors were open allowing guests to enter, everyone was carefully observed and screened. Some ridiculous tradition forced everyone to wear a mask which could only be removed at midnight.
?this is just asking for trouble? trowa thought ?someone is going to come right through that door and blow this place to smithereens because of a stupid tradition? he lifted his chin a bit and continued to observe the room.
?Wow,?
Trowa turned to look at the man next to him. His eyes were fixed on something far away. Trowa turned and looked at the figure coming through the door. She was wearing a strapless low-cut white gown heavy with embroidery. Her mask didn?t just conceal her eyes, but her entire face. Her white-blond hair curled around her shoulders and complimented her pale skin. A long silver chain hung around her neck, it?s charm hidden by her gown. She made her way onto the main floor, Trowa had a queasy feeling her eyes were taking in as much, if not more, than his eyes were.
Years of training had taught him his instincts were the best things to trust. Going on that, he pushed himself off the wall and straitened his jacket. He walked over to her.
?Care to dance?? he asked the masked figure. Diamond grey eyes slammed into his own emerald ones and stayed there. For the life of him, Trowa couldn?t make himself look away.
?Yes,?
Her soft reply caught him off guard, he had expected a delicate voice, not one with so much authority. If he had been paying attention he would?ve noticed a slight French lilt to the voice, giving away the woman?s family heritage. He offered her his hand and led her to the dance floor. Putting one arm around her waist he took her other hand in his and began to move in time to the music.
?You dance well,? she said. He smiled slightly, years of training keeping his pulse down and his cheeks from going bright red. He didn?t know it, but the smile was all his dance-partner needed as a thank-you. ?focus on the mission!? he reminded himself sharply
?Something?s wrong,? once again, just a statement. Trowa blinked in surprise at how strait forward she was. ?You think I might be a spy don?t you?? that was an accusation
?Yes? he said softly ?I do?
?Well rest assured I am not a spy, alliance member or rebel, I like the peace?
?Would you tell me if you were one of those things or you didn?t like the peace??
?Probably not? she admitted ?I suppose you?ll just have to stay by me the entire night and make sure I don?t hurt anyone?
?I suppose I will? he agreed, his eyes dancing wickedly

The night wore on, the two didn?t talk much, but for some reason there was no need to talk. All too soon it was 11:59, time for the unmasking in a few seconds. His partner?s head shot up as someone shouted
?20 Seconds!?
?I have to go,? she said picking up her skirts and running out of the room.
?Trowa!? he froze as Lady Une?s sharp voice hit his ears ?You are here to protect! Not chase girls!? Trowa closed his eyes, praying he wouldn?t kill Lady Une for making him stay.
?Yes ma?m? was all that he could muster. Something on the ground caught his eye. He bent down and picked up a silver chain, dangling from it was a gold cross. Trowa frowned, it looked like the chain had been broken, by accident or choice he didn?t know, all he knew was the chain had been around the neck of his dance partner a few moments ago. ?
?I?ll find you? he whispered tucking the cross into his pocket

Heeey!!!!! How could you?! :evil: How could finish in such a moment?! :evil: Oh now, now I'll kill you if you won't post here next part! By the way- cool fic!

Heeey!!!!! How could you?! :evil: How you could finish in such a moment?! :evil: Oh now, now I'll kill you if you won't post here next part! By the way- cool fic!

Trowa lay sprawled out on his bed, limbs thrown carelessly around except for the hand that clutched the silver chain. His nimble fingers twirrled it idily, making the pendant dance. The gold cross winked and twinkled in the light.
'Judas was payed in silver for betraying Jesus Christ, he hung himself later on'
Trowa sighed at the memory of the young girl. Like most of his memories she flitted in and out like the old silent black and white films the circus sometimes showed during intermissions. One of the acrobats had found a projector and Trowa had gotten Hilde to make it run again. Dorothy had reels upon reels of the old film the projector played, some relative in her family was a historian and they had somehow fallen into Dorothy's posession. Trowa closed his eyes, the cross danced on the back of his eyelids, flickering and taunting him and.........on the little girl's neck.
Trowa sat bolt upright in his room. Grabbing the phone he punched some buttons and waited desparately for the phone to be answered.

Rene Illena Pheterson was sleeping soundly in her high rise apartment. The lovely woman was a huge sucess in the Eve Wars and had been set up with a rediculously large sum of money and four book deals. As a result she was now an award-winning author and filthy rich. R.I.P. Rest in Peace, Rene Illena Pheterson, whichever you wanted and whatever way you looked at it, Rene deserved some peace, she'd had enough therapy to decide that. The phone challenged that.
"There are two things the call could be: i've won another pultzier or this is a hot hot man, take your pick"
"Actually it's an old old friend in need of your help"
"Huh? What's your name?"
"I don't have one" the calm voice came. Rene shot up in bed with a cry of suprise.
"Nanshi!"

AAAARGH!!!! Now I'm angry! :evil: You better write another part Rose or else!.. Cool fic! Who's Rena? Rena=Middie? I need answer NOW!

Rene pulled on a jacket, grabbed her keys and ran down the steps. Forgetting her car she just ran quickly towards the address he had given her, trying not to think. She ran past the tents of the candy-colored circus and strait into the acrobats practicing tent. Leaning to one side was Trowa Barton--Nanashi. Rene stared at him
"How'd you remember me? From your files you have muitliple memory losses" she said
"I did, and I don't remember you totally, but I need your help" Rene stared at him
"Why? Why not go to the others? Why me?"
"The others are dead"
"Really? Who killed them" Trowa held out his hand
"The owner of this" he said holding the Cross out. Rene took the cross from him and studied it, a slightly grim smile playing on her lips.
"I never thought I'd see this again" she said and sighed "Well Mr. Barton, Nanahsi, it seems you've got my help"

"This is one of your mercenary friends?" Cathy repeated and surveyed Rene who felt very uncomfortable in the face of Trowa's knife-throwing-very-protective-older-sister.
"Rene Illena Pheterson" she said sticking out a hand, praying it wasn't shaking too badly. Cathy studied it for a moment, then gripped it warmly
"It's nice to meet you, I've red some of your work" Rene let out a sigh of relief "It's very good"
"Thanks" she said smiling
"Now then what's this all about?" Trowa winced.

"YOU ARE NOT GOING CHASING SOME GIRL ON A CRAZED MISSION OF REVENGE TROWA BARTON!!" Rene tried to put as much distance between herself and Trowa's crazed older sister.
"Cathy, I need to find her, I promise I'll be back" Cathy glared at him.
"You aren't going alone---call Une, she'll help" Rene coughed "What?"
"The girl your looking for is named Une" she said
"Une what?" Cathy asked
"I don't know! He's not the only one with memory loss!" she cried, it was one of her shameful dark secrets. She could remember most of her early life but not all, and it seemed nothing that mattered. "I've been to every single doctor and no-one can tell me what the hells wrong with me, they say it might have been some kind of memory gas that takes a long time to dispell"
"Or something else that has bad side effects" Cathy said "Like memory loss"
"Call this Une" Rene said "SHe might be able to help" Cathy nodded and went over to the phone.

Well? I'm waiting. More parts!!!! Cool part, But short. TOO short.

Please continue. You left that at such and odd point! This is really good. I can't wait to read more. I won't threaten you harm....yet.