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Part XVII Dorothy stilled as the cool metal pressed into her spine. However, instead of nervousness, she smiled. “I’ve been waiting for this. What took you so long?”
Trowa thumbed the safety off, the small click echoing in the empty room. “Why?” “Taciturn as ever,” she mused coolly. “Let’s just say I’m repaying some old debts.” “I don’t believe that.” She turned around and seemed unconcerned that his gun was now pointed at her heart. “I honestly don’t care what you believe.” “After all this time, why?” She sighed, appearing bored. “The past is an unruly ghost, refusing to be buried. We can’t escape it. No matter how hard we try.” Dorothy stepped closer, the barrel pressed even further into her chest. “Make up your mind. I don’t have all day to stand here with you. Besides, it will blow things for you if we got caught like this, wouldn’t it?” The smile still lingered on her face. “Shoot. Don’t shoot. I don’t care.” By her expression, Trowa knew she truly didn’t care whether he pulled the trigger or not. He knew that she had been hurt, but Dorothy was a wild card. He didn’t need any surprises right now. “Fine.” His hand tensed. As Dorothy’s eyes widened, Trowa allowed himself to a brief but genuine smile. Without a glance back, he turned and walked out of the room. * * * * * “What’s wrong?” Heero didn’t turn from the window. In fact, for a moment, Relena thought he hadn’t heard her. Then, he turned and glanced at her. “We’re leaving,” he finally replied. Sighing, Relena followed him out of the room. “Where are we going?” “I’m leaving you with Noin.” “Leaving me? And who are you to make decisions for me? Who made you my protector?” “Your brother,” he said, finally turning to face her, “when he couldn’t do the job.” Her eyes flashed blue fire. “I am not a little girl for the two of you to bully anymore.” As she whirled to storm out of the room, Heero snorted. “Then stop throwing your tantrums.” “Excuse me?” He smirked. “You heard me. If you don’t want to be treated like a little girl, then stop acting like one. Your antics almost got you killed at the conference.” “And I have you to thank for my life once again.” Each word dripped with sarcasm. “Once again, you saved the day, Heero. You won’t have to fight again.” “I fight battles everyday, Relena,” he said, his cold voice cutting her to the core. “I just don’t want any more blood on my hands.” She flinched. “Heero, I’m sorry.” “We have to go.” Without looking back, he turned and left Relena alone with her thoughts. |
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