AN:I know, this took me forever and isn't that long, but I have
so many ideas floating around in my head, that it's difficult
to give proper attention to each one. See what you think, and
hopefully you'll like this, because it sets you up for things
to happen later ^_^. Okay, you can read now.
Disclaimers: I don't know why I bother to type this, it just take
up space *sigh.* I don't own Gundam Wing... too bad.
*She's going crazy, going completely and utterly insane because
she loves me,* Heero thought to himself in culpable guile as he
paced about the room--running his hand through his tresses that
he may hopefully be able to sort through this conflict amongst
his reason and his doctrine to find something to say to Relena
in response of his former aspersion that can reconcile their hearts--taking
a vigilance outside the bathroom door.
As he stood there, a sentinel which guards the entrance to his
lady's reside, he took particular notice of the lack of sniveling
through desperate petitions for his love and how she seemed--to
his acute sense of hearing, anyway--to be resting there in silence,
almost in denial to what fallacy he just admitted as truth to
her in hopes of her fantasy's protection.
He remembered how she left him just a few moments ago: her eyes
glazed over in a sentiment of hesitancy and resolution held so
dear in the depths of her soul been broken, and so weak--using
all of her strength just to glide her feet along the floor to
get her to the entranceway--in frailty as to collapse at the gentle
howl of the wind in sacred chant of its breath. He had to resist
every temptation in his being to keep from running over there
beside her and just crushing her to his breast, telling her that
all was fine and at morning's birth they could start anew in their
realization of affection, but such a thing would contradict the
action he just took for her security... for her prudence. No...
no he would not yield from his decision, and he would continue
to gradually distance himself from her life; for then, perhaps,
she could find a way back to her former confidence, her former
adamancy... her former integrity.
Still, no matter how much he told himself to just leave her alone
and let her handle this crisis by herself, the disturbing resonance
of tranquility in her hollow just now, unnerved him to such an
extent that he felt he should just shoot off the lock and at least
check on her... regretful that he didn't, though.
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*He doesn't care, he never cared... I'm just a rose... a thorn
in his side,* she kept reiterating to herself, a subtle mantra
in an effort to hopefully allow the acknowledgement of this fact
and find conviction to her unrequited passion.
She wouldn't cry anymore... she'd be damned if she'd let another
tear flow down her cheek in its translucent beauty of her soul
for his rejection... just not anymore. She had to get through
this, let go and move on... but she's already given so much to
grab his attention to her devotion, and to just dismiss these
sacrifices because of words didn't seem to balance out the merit
she surrendered. It was hopeless, completely despondent from the
beginning, and she was a fool not to see that until now... until
it was too late.
"What's the matter, princess, you seemed disheartened tonight?"
that familiar voice of whimsical valor and unsheathed corruption
echoed around her presence--filling her ears with its dejection.
"Nothing..." she replied, too abruptly to confirm its
validity, "... nothing, I'm fine, thanks," she went
on to mutter, turning her head from the call and keeping her eyes
attentive to the marble of the floor.
"Normally, sweetie, I wouldn't question your judgment, but
I have a hunch you're trying to hide something from me... what
happened?" he asked again, the summon now conforming from
mere reverberation into the actual trace of a figure leaning over
her in relevance.
Keeping her eyes fastened to the tile--trying to keep her mindset
out of the range from his influence--, she replied, "I told
you, nothing's wrong, I just don't feel well."
"Dear, sweet child, I suggest that you don't toy with me,
because I CAN leave you here in the dust, in the remnants of your
own shattered dreams without any method of escape," he threatened
by his advantage, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as
he noticed the sudden drooping of her shoulders at the mention
of his admonition.
"I'm perfect, things couldn't be better," she seethed
in response to his caveat, willing to deny that the incidence
ever happened as long as he continued to question her.
At first it seemed as though he was about to give a rejoinder
to her defiance, when he closed his mouth before a word could
be spoken--lips easing into a smile--, and said, "Fine, if
that's the way you want to play, then I can be difficult as well."
Turning himself that he faced the door, he continued, "I
guess then I'll just have to have a conversation with the soldier
about your behavior... perhaps he can shed some light on the subject
where you refused."
"No!" she pleaded to him restlessly, her eyes immediately
tearing themselves away from the ground and straight into the
devil's orbs, hoping for mercy. "No please, just leave us
alone," she cried out, glass beginning to frost her lashes
over in desperation.
"That's better," he muttered while taking her head in
his hands and resting it upon his thigh in succor. "Now that
we're finally getting somewhere, I don't have to be so forceful."
"Just go away, I don't want this anymore," she continued
to supplicate, letting her tears glide along his inner-thighs
and come to rest at a puddle under her throat.
"Why princess, you seem so sickly, and you're not nearly
as feisty as you used to be... what's wrong with you little babe,"
he cackled in his victory, mocking her pain with his constant
sarcasm that plagued her thoughts like venom, causing her to cringe
in his wake.
"How can you even say something like that, be so cruel as
to flaunt my mistake without any solace to accompany it?"
she hissed, trying to pull herself away from his grip, but his
strength holding her close--keeping her within his embrace.
"Listen child, whenever you make a pact you're also accepting
any terms that come along with that deal... my criticism being
one of them."
"I never accepted your offer! You used your powers to influence
me... I had no choice in the matter!" Relena screamed in
heated apprehension, finally pulling herself away and standing
before him--rage her only ally for the time.
"But you never renounced it either!" Crorta pointed
out, he too standing and towering over her now, a ferocious gleam
to his irises as he devoured her remark.
"Well I renounce it now!" she wailed in her disillusionment,
the tears beginning to fall steadily now in a brook of sparkling
essence to perfume her satin already cloaked in its own shimmer
of radiance. "You can have the courage back, whatever you
want, but please return what's been taken from me."
Giving her a coy smile and cocking his head in what he could manage
of innocence--still only littered with deception--, he replied,
"Sorry, can't do that. We had a pledge, and that pledge will
be kept until my end of the bargain is fulfilled... basically,
you getting Heero's heart. Until then, my hands are tied."
"No, please," she begged, falling back to her knees
in hopes of his leniency toward her soul, "don't do this
anymore..."
But before she could say another word, he reached out and grabbed
her throat--slowly letting the life and breath that kept her body
in vitality and her own realm of imagination in dreams seep away
through his grasp--she slowly, after choking from the taut skin
that closed off her intake of sustenance, collapsing to the floor--unconscious
from the lack of oxygen to the brain.
As soon as she became limp in his arms, he set her gently to the
ground, in a delicacy of her precious state, and leaned against
the wall--barely being able to suppress the laugh that yearned
to bellow from his recesses in his triumph once again.
Upon finding himself in a comfortable position, he brushed a few
stray locks away from his face in all his arrogance and began
to recite, "Seder, master of dejection and deception through
illusion, I call upon you to come to my side and serenade this
young maiden in your hymns that canter only sorrow and error in
verity. Play for her upon your reeds, that perhaps she may now
confront her harsh reality... with caprice," then snapped
his fingers in beckoning for his servant to oblige.
From the shadows that lurk at the corner of the room--in what
a child dreams of horrid creature and ghostly fingertips upon
his skin--emerged a mist of shrouded haze in all its blackness
to permeate the chamber through sinister intention and desecration.
The form was first anomalous at its master's call, but as assembled
to the devil's side in that place it distorted into the vague
figure of man and beast combined by twisted demeanor. It rasped
in the darkness, the hot tenderness of its breath causing the
temperature of its surroundings to rise at least five degrees
in the matter of moments, and it dragged its hooves along the
floor as incentive for the marble to split under his disposition--impatient
to find the one whom he must perform to capture in disgrace. His
face was concealed in the shadows, starved of light--never to
be comprehended by human touch or witness--, but his stalwart
chest built of reigning sinew that bulged in the dusk of his shallow
morals rippled by the dim blaze which the glow of his orbs cast
throughout the chamber in their wicked disgust--discouraging anyone
from coming near this goat plagued with the wits of man.
Looking over to his lord in question of his task, clenching his
pipes to his chest in a signal of pride, Crorta turned to him
and commanded, "Seder, lull this child into the prance of
speciousness that she may be caged within my ploy of her encumbrance."
With an obedient nod, the beast trotted from his master's whim
and approached the lady that slumber upon the floor--unaware to
the pending falsity that will surround her in accordance to his
hymn--, and bringing the instrument to his lips to play, began
to blow in a steady rhythm that resounded along his exhales a
dissonance to cause infant to weep in pain of the chords and pup
to howl through its lament for its conclusion as it echoed along
the wall of its ears.
From the reeds of these pipes flowed musical notes in a tangible
scrutiny throughout the ambiance, eighth notes hand in hand with
their elder sisters, the sixteenths, who are in turn reprimanded
by their mother the half rest, and as they dance along the aura
withholding the pitch of utter silence in their depths, they seem
to transform into an even greater malevolence as they flutter
by the sleeping woman. They encircle her in their snare, changing
from the strokes of blotches crowned with the rising of their
flags about the staves into creatures whose very physiognomies
reflected nothing but vileness in their gestures. Hawks whose
very down was scorched black and glittered with ashes from the
tongues of hell's blazes and sprinkled in the cinders of their
fowler's armory eyed her in their stare, just waiting for her
arm to extend that they may perch upon her wrist, and snakes whose
rattles quivered and keep the tempo of her coming misery--bearing
their fangs to kiss her skin in their sweet poisons--curled around
her legs--finding great comfort against her satin.
As they began to close her in their circle to bring nothing but
depression, she--by the screeching of the bird to her flesh and
the hiss of the snake to each of her bones--rose to her feet and
began to twirl amidst the animals in their dire--dancing upon
her toes a profane ballet that only these numes(1) and creatures
that originated from them could appreciate from their perverted
conception of their own canticle, doomed to waltz alone in the
transgression of her sins.
Her tresses cascaded about her breasts, her own feathers traced
in the tears of her innocence of beautiful wings to leap from
this yonder height and take her to her destiny away from these
monsters that can only stain her virtue, and shimmered by the
swan's own grace in the psalm; and her irises betraying a luminescence
so immaculate in their chaste reside--steadily being enveloped
in the brutal nature of the malice--that her luscious physique
in its hourglass splendor just enhanced her radiance more than
mortals can imagine in their own pleasures--poor, naive virgin
at the hands of the lecher.
"Just wait and see what I have in store for you and your
lover, my dear, because I think you'll find out that playing with
fire can be the most dangerous element to tease with of them all,"
Crorta laughed to himself in his delight as he beheld her lost
in the drear of the visions she would soon create...
(1) numes were the first resemblance of modern (written) music
notes--I think, but don't quote me on this, that they were developed
by Catholic monks
AN: Sorry, I know that chapter seemed a bit pointless, but you'll
see why it was so important later. Anyway, I wanted to clarify
now, that if you didn't pick it up in this part, that Heero was
NOT possessed by Crorta in the last chapter... I did that purposefully.
I wanted you to think he was, but he really just said all that
to keep Relena away from him-out of protection, of course ^_~.
Thanks everyone, and until the next part... remember... review!!!!