Hello again, told ya I would post soon. For a reason I don?t understand, I?m suddenly having a lot of free time.
Thank you to the ones that have posted their comments, that drives me to try harder and make an interesting story. Anyway, this chapter was a little more complicated to write, but it?s done. Enjoy!!
It?s a hard choice to make
CHAPTER 3
1 week after false kidnap France
Guilt still was a constant feeling Relena had, but it was easily replaced with excitement whenever she experienced something new. She was alone in what she could only describe as one of the most beautiful places she had ever been, France. Dorothy had told her to avoid big cities, but she just couldn?t resist. She was now settled in an apartment big enough for her needs. It was no Peacecraft mansion, but she had never really liked big houses.
Everything was new and exciting, and sometimes a bit frightening, but she had to be strong. With the money Dorothy had sent her she had bought the essentials: a very comfortable couch, a coffee table, a dining table, a bed, a vanity and a TV. The apartment looked very spacious with little furniture but she thought Hey, minimalistic is a good style.
Among the new things around were also a new hair style. She decided to cut her hair just above her shoulders, and she also died it black. She was not so happy with the results, but at least she could walk in the Preventers office and absolutely no one would recognize her, obviously the point of the change.
She was having some trouble with the whole independence stuff. She was never such a good cook, so she had been eating from take-out all week. She would eventually buy some utensils and some frying pans and learn to cook at least eggs, but for now, she was happy with this.
She was endeed very happy.
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1 week after kidnap Preventer?s Headquarters
It had been the worse week ever. No one had any idea where to start looking. They assumed the kidnappers would try to communicate to ask for a reward or anything. No news yet. Everybody was very worried and most assumed the worse. That they didn?t want a reward, just to kill her.
Milliardo took over the investigation. Everybody assumed Heero would insist to be in charge, but he hadn?t been in the office for 5 days. He must be researching on his own. When it came to her, he would put everything aside and focus only on her safety.
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Heero poured himself another cup of coffee and went back to his computer. His research was not going well at all.He had no idea who took her. Nothing suspicious was going on anywhere. There were no signs of rebel groups in the colonies nor in the Earth. He was starting to loose his pacience. This had no sense to him.He stopped typing useless codes to the computer. It WAS useless. There was no information anywhere. He took a sip of the coffee that was already cold and tried to think of any possible scenario.
The picture frame next to his computer distracted him from his thoughts. It was a photo of Relena. He cut it from a magazine that covered a charity event she went to. She was wearing a long backless red dress. He remembered that night. All the men were surrounding her like wolves, but she politely discouraged them. He had always found fascinating how she could say no to an invitation to dance or to a date and still be very polite. She was special.
She was endeed very special.
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There you go, it?s finished. Short, but enough for now. You can smell the romance starting to grow.
Thanks to the people that has given comments. I appreciate it.
It?s a hard choice to make chapter 3/? PG13
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