Evoke, Chapter 2
Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 5:42 pm
Evoke by Miz
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter 2
Rating: PG-13
Mechanical parts littered the apartment as Hilde hopscotched over them.
?Doesn?t he ever clean up?? She picked at some pieces, arranging them in the neatest pile she could within a corner of the room. The desk had stacks of paperwork and she drew the closet door across it, securing the key and tucking it into her shirt pocket.
?He?s going to let all the military secrets out at this rate.?
The mauve-haired ex-soldier made her way to the kitchen and decided a nice warm meal might be of some good. Duo would return tired; he always did though he felt he never let on with that boisterous personality of his. Hilde cracked a smile and light chuckle as she removed the ingredients for her dish from the scant cupboards. Before long the kitchen was filled with the aroma of lasagna and the warmth was comforting, as opposed to overbearing considering the heat index that day.
She set the table with the frugal silverware they owned. Hilde smiled investigating one of the forks missing a prong, and pulled a chair out of the living room to serve as the second dining room table chair. She decided that very fork was her favorite and set it lightly on the table. She drew a candle out of her sachet and stood it in the middle of the plates.
The sun was disappearing from the earth slowly. As she turned her attention to the dirty window for several minutes, the dirt stuck to the glass reminded her of how gritty she felt. Hilde stretched and tugged at her heavy clothing, deciding to pass her remaining waiting time in the shower washing the days dirt and grime away.
Trowa skirted the path outside the frozen city heading back to the circus tent. Constantly on the watch for moving shadows he thought over the succession of predictable procedures. He had concluded for the moment, on the given evidence, Heero felt responsible for Dr. J?s death. He knew him too well to conclude otherwise. Heero had visited Dr. J?s lab that very day, mere hours before the discovery of his death had occurred.
Perhaps he had left a door opened? Dr. J?s facility was too well maintained for a haphazard assault. Heero maintained his posture along the alleyway fisting in his pockets. He had returned to the scene of the fight to find some clue. There had to be something he was overlooking?
Smeared footprints in the sand was all he got.
Duo listened to the familiar groan of the engine heading home. He took his hands off the steering wheel to stretch them toward the heavens as a yawn escaped his mouth.
?I?ll go after him,? Duo had gotten up from his seat after he was sure Heero had enough time to exit the building. There was no doubt where Heero was heading.
Une shook her head vehemently slamming a hand on the table. ?You are forbidden to do that.?
All four faces turned to stare at her. ?Let him time alone, that?s how he?s always done things.?
The words sounded broken and hardly convincing. With a sigh she concluded. ? Dismissed.?
Duo mirrored her sigh. Perhaps if he had finished his sentence to Heero in the car things would have turned out differently.
?No,? he shook his head to no one in particular. ?He would have just run off on his own right then.?
Turning his key in the door he saw Hilde shaking her hair out with a towel, mostly out of nervous habit. The amount of short hair on her head was already dry. The candle had burned past halfway down and continued its descent toward the table.
She had been waiting a while.
Ignoring the contents of the table he slumped past her and tossed his bag in the corner, following suit with his body as he landed on the bed. His arm lay across his eyes and one foot sat planted on the bed while the other stretched its length. After blowing the dinner candle out and returning the lasagna pan to the fridge, Hilde took the bedroom doorframe in her hands and leaned against it, assessing if she should comfort him or not.
It had been a half hour and Heero was starting to get frustrated with the futility of it all. He hadn?t found a single thing. He was right back where he started.
Giving up on the present scene, Heero turned toward the direction of Dr. J?s lab. The stars shown brightly above and at first he ignored them. He was on a mission. But along his path he found himself looking up toward them and without realizing it his feet had decided on their own to stop moving. It had been a while since he had taken time to look at those celestial bodies above him? much of the time in an attempt to forget where he came from, what had happened with the colonies, his involvement.
And now he felt lost, somehow. Again. His purpose for life. Who was to give him orders if Dr. J was gone?
For a moment he saw Relena?s face flash before his vision, the stars framing her eyes and irradiating the soft contours of her features. A smile slightly curved her lips and the warmth and comfort of her eyes under fanned lashes? the comfort she brought to him calmed his body and he felt his mind clear, if only for the moment.
He would go to see her again. She always seemed to know what to say to calm turbulent times. There were times when she didn?t say anything, yet she spoke volumes to him in placating tones. As his feet started moving again he contemplated why he never went to go see her during times with things were calm, even though he thought of her often.
He wasn?t ready to make that step yet. The guilt manifested into sending hidden packages in his stead.
Relena pressed her eyes and calmly hymned the words, ?I believe in you.?
The stars replied to her steadfast encouragement and she felt her eyes fixated to the flecks of diamonds in the night sky. Her gaze fell down to the necklace upon her chest, how it absorbed the radiance of the stars and shown it back at her.
She reluctantly turned away from the window and headed to her bed. A brush ran through her long mane along her journey to rest. She crawled between the covers; the brush set upon her nightstand alongside a dusty frame. She smiled at her reflection in it and took the tattered teddy into her arms.
?Rest well, Heero.?
Hilde busied herself in the kitchen and continued to straighten things out until she found there was no more she could do. Duo ignored the sounds coming from the other room and fixated his eyes on the ceiling in concentration. She gently entered the room, pressing the door hard against its hinges so it wouldn?t announce its dire need for oiling and crawled alongside Duo. Without hesitation she took him into her arms and laced her fingers with his.
?Duo,? she listened to his heartbeat and let out a slender plea. ?Duo, what?s wrong??
He turned on his side and hugged her tightly to his chest. ?Oh, Hilde, babe??
She placed her hands on his chest and pressed backward, longing to look into his eyes.
Why was he avoiding looking into her eyes?
?Duo, what?s going on??
After a long silence he answered. ?I could never stand to lose you.?
?Duo!? She never could stand talk like that. As if he had already given up, a broken soul that had already lost some battle.
But he cut her off. ?Things are about to change Hilde. It?s been so peaceful for so long, but not anymore.?
Covers shifted as he held her molded to his chest. It wasn?t like him to be so down, so needy of her touch, and this added extra meaning to his solemn words.
?Hilde,? she finally met his depressed eyes. ?Dr. J is dead.?
Heero steadied a table upright and could have winced at the sound reverberating off the rafters. Iridescent shadows played off the walls from the remaining concoctions, haunting, as if leading him to scene of the crime with invisible fingers. Heero took in the surroundings, noticing the minimal struggle that appeared to have gone on and finally found his way to the central desk.
Circling it a few times Heero didn?t understand his hesitation to further investigate the body in front of him. Years of fighting and yet he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Dr. J was seemingly invincible. He had escaped certain death for him and the other scientists against all odds. It certainly was a fitting characteristic of the scientist that had trained him to do the same thing. Yet here he lay, as if embodying the ultimate risk of failure accompanying each of his missions? and at the same time confirming his humanity.
I have never possessed humanity, Heero prompted himself and shrugged it off.
Slowly approaching the body Heero reached out a pair of fingers to feel for a pulse. He immediately noticed the body was completely at room temperature when something moved in the background. Heero ripped his eyes away from the scientist. He cursed the emotion that had caused him to distract from the mission beforehand. He was to investigate the scene, not sit and contemplate the mysteries of life, he reminded himself.
And with the reminder his senses heightened dramatically. There were four men behind him and at least two more in the present shadows he faced. As he turned to counter one of the lunging assailants from behind he immediately processed the large noise in the rafters he had heard earlier. It was not due to the noise he was making in returning the table to its rightful position, but instead a seventh man hidden.
A marksman.
The second the information registered a sharp pain hit him in the back of the neck.
?Good morning, Miss Relena. How was your weekend??
Relena rubbed the pain away from her temples. ?Never long enough.? She returned with a light tone and smile.
?I?m sorry to hear that.? The delegate showcased an empathetic smile.
Millions of suits and sashes filled the room. She took her place at the front, off to the right hand side of the guest delegate and crossed her legs. The position created the perfect cradle for her paperwork and she poised a pen in her hand. Occasionally she had to remove them when an elect came up to address her or to extend a hand in greeting before the procession took place.
Upon one occasion as she rose from her seat a small slip of paper escaped her leather bound notebook and before she could lunge for it a strong and gnarled hand took it up. She allowed her eyes to follow up the length of the body before realizing it was Del. Hanson Gerome. He looked over the note without any conscious respect for personal matters and scoffed. Her suit pressed tightly against her neck, an invisible hand choking her. The air in the room seemed heavy pressed against her lungs and slight tears edged her vision as she adjusted her collar.
?Passing notes during class are we??
Even though he didn?t offer the piece of paper back to Relena she took it back with a practiced air of grace. Luckily that one hadn?t Heero?s signature attached to it, saving him from humiliation. Relena had deliberately chosen that one for such an instance as this. She needed something to get her through the days that were becoming longer and longer but at the same time she would not embarrass him. She had not taken into account how she might feel had someone read it and inside she was fuming as she re-adhered the tattered piece of tape responsible for securing the note to her notebook.
Oh how her patience seemed an antiquity of the past.
Quatre stepped in to her right and provided her a reason to distract her interest. Returning her attention to the gentleman before her she finished extending her interrupted greeting completely ignoring Del. Gerome and couldn?t help but feel relieved when the central speaker took the podium just as she was returning to her seated position.
?Are you ok, Miss Relena?? The blonde pilot guided her arm down as she took her seated position.
She offered a kind smile. ?I?ve never been better, Quatre.?
Keys tatted away in the room with amazing speed as Sally poured over recent reports, making the details concise and storing them away in a database. The futile attempt of detecting a pattern was more and more confirmed as the hours ticked away.
?Woman, have you found anything yet?? The sarcastic air permeated the room.
?This would be a good instance for you to learn patience Wufei.? Po shot back to him without her eyes leaving the work in front of her.
He leaned on her chair and took in the view on the screen. The paragraphs were short and broken. ?What good is that going to do??
?Let me do my work Wufei. You?re welcome to remain in here. Quietly.?
The Chinese man shot daggers with his eyes. ?Woman, you don?t tell me what to do-?
?Wufei.?
He knew that tone. Pulling up a separate chair he sat beside her and made a mental note to himself to secure the video tape surveillance of the room that would reveal his submission to a woman later. Letters poured over the screen and Sally continued to type until the noise was starting to dance upon his nerves.
?Wait.? He could hardly keep up with how quickly the page moved up as more and more information was entered. ?There.? He pointed at the screen.
She paused a moment and looked up. It took a moment for her eyes to refocus on the screen. ?Psem??
?Yes, how many times does that word show up??
Sally searched the document. ?2 times.?
?What does it mean??
She looked up at him. ?Quit wasting my time Wufei.?
?Woman-? he corrected his attitude. ?Do you know what it is??
?No,? she sounded exasperated. ?But it shows up twice. Twice. Let me finish this completely before you go jumping to outlandish conclusions.?
His eye twitched as he stood from his seat, deciding that the best course of action was to exit the room. ?I was being nice to you, you know. Maybe you could try to do the same for me.?
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter 2
Rating: PG-13
Mechanical parts littered the apartment as Hilde hopscotched over them.
?Doesn?t he ever clean up?? She picked at some pieces, arranging them in the neatest pile she could within a corner of the room. The desk had stacks of paperwork and she drew the closet door across it, securing the key and tucking it into her shirt pocket.
?He?s going to let all the military secrets out at this rate.?
The mauve-haired ex-soldier made her way to the kitchen and decided a nice warm meal might be of some good. Duo would return tired; he always did though he felt he never let on with that boisterous personality of his. Hilde cracked a smile and light chuckle as she removed the ingredients for her dish from the scant cupboards. Before long the kitchen was filled with the aroma of lasagna and the warmth was comforting, as opposed to overbearing considering the heat index that day.
She set the table with the frugal silverware they owned. Hilde smiled investigating one of the forks missing a prong, and pulled a chair out of the living room to serve as the second dining room table chair. She decided that very fork was her favorite and set it lightly on the table. She drew a candle out of her sachet and stood it in the middle of the plates.
The sun was disappearing from the earth slowly. As she turned her attention to the dirty window for several minutes, the dirt stuck to the glass reminded her of how gritty she felt. Hilde stretched and tugged at her heavy clothing, deciding to pass her remaining waiting time in the shower washing the days dirt and grime away.
Trowa skirted the path outside the frozen city heading back to the circus tent. Constantly on the watch for moving shadows he thought over the succession of predictable procedures. He had concluded for the moment, on the given evidence, Heero felt responsible for Dr. J?s death. He knew him too well to conclude otherwise. Heero had visited Dr. J?s lab that very day, mere hours before the discovery of his death had occurred.
Perhaps he had left a door opened? Dr. J?s facility was too well maintained for a haphazard assault. Heero maintained his posture along the alleyway fisting in his pockets. He had returned to the scene of the fight to find some clue. There had to be something he was overlooking?
Smeared footprints in the sand was all he got.
Duo listened to the familiar groan of the engine heading home. He took his hands off the steering wheel to stretch them toward the heavens as a yawn escaped his mouth.
?I?ll go after him,? Duo had gotten up from his seat after he was sure Heero had enough time to exit the building. There was no doubt where Heero was heading.
Une shook her head vehemently slamming a hand on the table. ?You are forbidden to do that.?
All four faces turned to stare at her. ?Let him time alone, that?s how he?s always done things.?
The words sounded broken and hardly convincing. With a sigh she concluded. ? Dismissed.?
Duo mirrored her sigh. Perhaps if he had finished his sentence to Heero in the car things would have turned out differently.
?No,? he shook his head to no one in particular. ?He would have just run off on his own right then.?
Turning his key in the door he saw Hilde shaking her hair out with a towel, mostly out of nervous habit. The amount of short hair on her head was already dry. The candle had burned past halfway down and continued its descent toward the table.
She had been waiting a while.
Ignoring the contents of the table he slumped past her and tossed his bag in the corner, following suit with his body as he landed on the bed. His arm lay across his eyes and one foot sat planted on the bed while the other stretched its length. After blowing the dinner candle out and returning the lasagna pan to the fridge, Hilde took the bedroom doorframe in her hands and leaned against it, assessing if she should comfort him or not.
It had been a half hour and Heero was starting to get frustrated with the futility of it all. He hadn?t found a single thing. He was right back where he started.
Giving up on the present scene, Heero turned toward the direction of Dr. J?s lab. The stars shown brightly above and at first he ignored them. He was on a mission. But along his path he found himself looking up toward them and without realizing it his feet had decided on their own to stop moving. It had been a while since he had taken time to look at those celestial bodies above him? much of the time in an attempt to forget where he came from, what had happened with the colonies, his involvement.
And now he felt lost, somehow. Again. His purpose for life. Who was to give him orders if Dr. J was gone?
For a moment he saw Relena?s face flash before his vision, the stars framing her eyes and irradiating the soft contours of her features. A smile slightly curved her lips and the warmth and comfort of her eyes under fanned lashes? the comfort she brought to him calmed his body and he felt his mind clear, if only for the moment.
He would go to see her again. She always seemed to know what to say to calm turbulent times. There were times when she didn?t say anything, yet she spoke volumes to him in placating tones. As his feet started moving again he contemplated why he never went to go see her during times with things were calm, even though he thought of her often.
He wasn?t ready to make that step yet. The guilt manifested into sending hidden packages in his stead.
Relena pressed her eyes and calmly hymned the words, ?I believe in you.?
The stars replied to her steadfast encouragement and she felt her eyes fixated to the flecks of diamonds in the night sky. Her gaze fell down to the necklace upon her chest, how it absorbed the radiance of the stars and shown it back at her.
She reluctantly turned away from the window and headed to her bed. A brush ran through her long mane along her journey to rest. She crawled between the covers; the brush set upon her nightstand alongside a dusty frame. She smiled at her reflection in it and took the tattered teddy into her arms.
?Rest well, Heero.?
Hilde busied herself in the kitchen and continued to straighten things out until she found there was no more she could do. Duo ignored the sounds coming from the other room and fixated his eyes on the ceiling in concentration. She gently entered the room, pressing the door hard against its hinges so it wouldn?t announce its dire need for oiling and crawled alongside Duo. Without hesitation she took him into her arms and laced her fingers with his.
?Duo,? she listened to his heartbeat and let out a slender plea. ?Duo, what?s wrong??
He turned on his side and hugged her tightly to his chest. ?Oh, Hilde, babe??
She placed her hands on his chest and pressed backward, longing to look into his eyes.
Why was he avoiding looking into her eyes?
?Duo, what?s going on??
After a long silence he answered. ?I could never stand to lose you.?
?Duo!? She never could stand talk like that. As if he had already given up, a broken soul that had already lost some battle.
But he cut her off. ?Things are about to change Hilde. It?s been so peaceful for so long, but not anymore.?
Covers shifted as he held her molded to his chest. It wasn?t like him to be so down, so needy of her touch, and this added extra meaning to his solemn words.
?Hilde,? she finally met his depressed eyes. ?Dr. J is dead.?
Heero steadied a table upright and could have winced at the sound reverberating off the rafters. Iridescent shadows played off the walls from the remaining concoctions, haunting, as if leading him to scene of the crime with invisible fingers. Heero took in the surroundings, noticing the minimal struggle that appeared to have gone on and finally found his way to the central desk.
Circling it a few times Heero didn?t understand his hesitation to further investigate the body in front of him. Years of fighting and yet he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Dr. J was seemingly invincible. He had escaped certain death for him and the other scientists against all odds. It certainly was a fitting characteristic of the scientist that had trained him to do the same thing. Yet here he lay, as if embodying the ultimate risk of failure accompanying each of his missions? and at the same time confirming his humanity.
I have never possessed humanity, Heero prompted himself and shrugged it off.
Slowly approaching the body Heero reached out a pair of fingers to feel for a pulse. He immediately noticed the body was completely at room temperature when something moved in the background. Heero ripped his eyes away from the scientist. He cursed the emotion that had caused him to distract from the mission beforehand. He was to investigate the scene, not sit and contemplate the mysteries of life, he reminded himself.
And with the reminder his senses heightened dramatically. There were four men behind him and at least two more in the present shadows he faced. As he turned to counter one of the lunging assailants from behind he immediately processed the large noise in the rafters he had heard earlier. It was not due to the noise he was making in returning the table to its rightful position, but instead a seventh man hidden.
A marksman.
The second the information registered a sharp pain hit him in the back of the neck.
?Good morning, Miss Relena. How was your weekend??
Relena rubbed the pain away from her temples. ?Never long enough.? She returned with a light tone and smile.
?I?m sorry to hear that.? The delegate showcased an empathetic smile.
Millions of suits and sashes filled the room. She took her place at the front, off to the right hand side of the guest delegate and crossed her legs. The position created the perfect cradle for her paperwork and she poised a pen in her hand. Occasionally she had to remove them when an elect came up to address her or to extend a hand in greeting before the procession took place.
Upon one occasion as she rose from her seat a small slip of paper escaped her leather bound notebook and before she could lunge for it a strong and gnarled hand took it up. She allowed her eyes to follow up the length of the body before realizing it was Del. Hanson Gerome. He looked over the note without any conscious respect for personal matters and scoffed. Her suit pressed tightly against her neck, an invisible hand choking her. The air in the room seemed heavy pressed against her lungs and slight tears edged her vision as she adjusted her collar.
?Passing notes during class are we??
Even though he didn?t offer the piece of paper back to Relena she took it back with a practiced air of grace. Luckily that one hadn?t Heero?s signature attached to it, saving him from humiliation. Relena had deliberately chosen that one for such an instance as this. She needed something to get her through the days that were becoming longer and longer but at the same time she would not embarrass him. She had not taken into account how she might feel had someone read it and inside she was fuming as she re-adhered the tattered piece of tape responsible for securing the note to her notebook.
Oh how her patience seemed an antiquity of the past.
Quatre stepped in to her right and provided her a reason to distract her interest. Returning her attention to the gentleman before her she finished extending her interrupted greeting completely ignoring Del. Gerome and couldn?t help but feel relieved when the central speaker took the podium just as she was returning to her seated position.
?Are you ok, Miss Relena?? The blonde pilot guided her arm down as she took her seated position.
She offered a kind smile. ?I?ve never been better, Quatre.?
Keys tatted away in the room with amazing speed as Sally poured over recent reports, making the details concise and storing them away in a database. The futile attempt of detecting a pattern was more and more confirmed as the hours ticked away.
?Woman, have you found anything yet?? The sarcastic air permeated the room.
?This would be a good instance for you to learn patience Wufei.? Po shot back to him without her eyes leaving the work in front of her.
He leaned on her chair and took in the view on the screen. The paragraphs were short and broken. ?What good is that going to do??
?Let me do my work Wufei. You?re welcome to remain in here. Quietly.?
The Chinese man shot daggers with his eyes. ?Woman, you don?t tell me what to do-?
?Wufei.?
He knew that tone. Pulling up a separate chair he sat beside her and made a mental note to himself to secure the video tape surveillance of the room that would reveal his submission to a woman later. Letters poured over the screen and Sally continued to type until the noise was starting to dance upon his nerves.
?Wait.? He could hardly keep up with how quickly the page moved up as more and more information was entered. ?There.? He pointed at the screen.
She paused a moment and looked up. It took a moment for her eyes to refocus on the screen. ?Psem??
?Yes, how many times does that word show up??
Sally searched the document. ?2 times.?
?What does it mean??
She looked up at him. ?Quit wasting my time Wufei.?
?Woman-? he corrected his attitude. ?Do you know what it is??
?No,? she sounded exasperated. ?But it shows up twice. Twice. Let me finish this completely before you go jumping to outlandish conclusions.?
His eye twitched as he stood from his seat, deciding that the best course of action was to exit the room. ?I was being nice to you, you know. Maybe you could try to do the same for me.?
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