Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Without You ❯ The Danger, the Promise, and the Angels ( Chapter 3 )

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Without You
Chapter 3- The Danger, the Promise, and the Angels
Mako-chan Fan/Jovian Angel
Makochan_fan@hotmail.com

Author's Notes:
Sorry to everyone who wants Heero and Mako-chan to be
together, but it's gonna be a Duo/Mako fic. And I've also
decided to name the gundam. All right, on with the program,
er, fic!



Two days later...

"Hey, Uncle Pete! What's up? Guess what? We've already
thought of what the gundam's name would be!" Triton greeted
his uncle cheerfully as they entered the Hacienda de la
Bloom.

"Really? That's great! By the way, how's your sister
doing?" Pete asked the young boy worriedly but a little
distractedly.

"Well, um, she's okay, I guess. She's still a little mad at
us for not believing what she said about the gundam. I want
to believe her, it's just that it's too weird. But I know
my sister, she won't make up stupid stuff. But still..."
the brunette answered, troubled by his sister's words.

They walked into the hall where Isabella was instructing
Lita of playing the piano. When the little redhead saw him,
her face lit up, but suddenly darkened a bit. 'Oh, Lita.'
Pete sighed to himself.

The doctor kissed his best friend's wife on the cheek, then
kissed the girl on her forehead.

"Hey Lita. How's the arm?" Pete inquired, concerned about
the wound that was still bandaged.

"It doesn't hurt much when I move it," Lita answered, not
looking at his uncle's face. It hurt her to know that
nobody believed what really happened. Silence stuck between
the two. Lita just busied herself playing a song on the
piano.

The two adults and the boy eyed each other. They all
mentally sighed.

"Pierre's waiting for you in the study room, Peter. He told
me you had something important to share to us," Isabella
informed him.

"Oh, yes. Let's go."

"Children, continue on practicing on your instruments. I'll
be back." Isabella told her kids.

"Yes, mom!" The two answered. Triton picked up his flute
and played the tune where he left off.

The two adults left the room.


In the study room...

"Good morning, Pierre." Pete greeted his best friend as he
and Isabella entered the room.

"Good morning. So, what's so important that you ACTUALLY
left the base?" Pierre asked teasingly. His 'brother' was a
hard-worker. He heard from some of the other mechanics
working in the secret base that he even missed lunch
sometimes, intent on finishing the gundam.

"We've intercepted information from OZ using the newest
space spy satellites launched two weeks ago." Pete started.

"And?"

"Your family's in danger," the doctor warned silently.

The couple remained quiet. He continued.

"It turns out that they've been eyeing you for a long time.
They want your money. All of it. It would help them buy
parts to build more mobile suits and more weapons. Also,
the money would help them convince powerful people not to
go against OZ. That way, all they have to do is attack and
conquer. Your money would also be used for payment for the
soldiers who will join them."

The room was still quiet.

"And on top of that, they know that you've been supplying
for our projects. I don't know how, but it seems that they
know what you've been doing, where you have been going."

Isabella gasped. Pierre looked grim.

"So there's a possibility that they know about the
underground base?" Isabella asked.

"Yes, there's a big chance that they do. We've already
warned everyone underground about it. Told them to be
careful whom they trust, careful not to let anyone follow
them around. We're also speeding the process of finishing
the projects, knowing that they might attack anytime."

"By the way, have you fixed the Gundam yet?" Pierre
questioned him.

"No. It's so frustrating. Nothing's wrong with the damn
thing yet it won't work!" Pete cursed. He shook his head.
"Now, back to the problem with the OZ. We've already
ordered soldiers to guard you. You won't even notice these
guys, they're good. But I also advise for you to double,
hell, triple your bodyguards around your office building
and here at home." Pete suggested.

"Good idea. We'll also send word about this to our parents.
They're in this just as we are, and they're easier
targets." Pierre added.

"We should also limit our movements. We'll have to stop
visiting the base." Isabella chimed in.

"Yes, good idea." Pete commented.

The air around them seemed to thicken as the silence
stretched.

"Christ. This is bad." Pierre whispered, leaning back on
his chair as he massaged his temples. "I don't want the
children living in danger."

Isabella sat closer to her husband and wrapped her arms
around him. An arm wrapped around her waist.

"I know what you mean. But you're in too deep." Pete
solemnly said as his elbows leaned on his thighs.

"Look, it's going to be okay. We've got the military
watching our backs plus our own bodyguards surrounding us.
We're not exactly defenseless. With those trusty SSS, we'll
be two steps ahead of them even before danger closes in on
us. Lighten up you two." Isabella assured the two men. Both
males looked at the woman with admiration in their eyes.

"I swear I should've been the one who courted you," Pete
amusedly said as he shook his head.

All of them laughed.

"Hey, it's already twelve. How about you eat lunch with
us?" Pierre offered.

"Sure. I miss Nana's cooking anyway," Pete answered.

The two men walked to the kitchen while Isabella fetched
the kids in the music room.

Pete sneaked behind the cook and covered her eyes. "Guess
who?"

The old woman gasped, dropping the large spoon she was
using to mix the stew. She turned around and tugged the
hands down.

"Peter!" The woman shouted before she hugged him.

The man laughed and put his arms around her. "How's
everything Nana? You're looking younger. You want to go out
with me sometime?"

Nana took care of Pierre and his older sister from a young
boy until he went to college. She treated him like a son,
and treated Pete the same, too, when the two boys met.

"Oh, you!" The short lady who only reached his lower chest
playfully smacked his arm. "Don't you pull that playboy
attitude with me!"

Pete laughed at the two.

"So how's the life, Nana? Everything great? The two
children aren't giving you headaches, are they?"

"I heard that!" came from behind them. Triton scowled at
the two.

"We're not like that, Uncle! We're good little angels!"
Lita replied, offering a smile at the two.

"Sure you are, squirt!"

"It's true!"

"Okay, let's eat."

After eating, the two children went to the entertainment
room and watched television. Nana took the quiet afternoon
as a privilege and got some sleep. Isabella went somewhere
in the large hacienda.

The two men stood outside the porch, looking at the huge
vineyard before them. They were quietly sipping red wine,
made from the said vineyard.

"Pete?" Pierre said gently.

"Hmm?"

"Promise me that you'll take care of the children if
anything happens to me," the father asked of him, distress
written on his face.

The two men looked at each other.

"Promise me that, Pete. Swear that you'll look out for
them, guide them as they grow up."

"Pete, I..."

"Promise me."

A few moments passed when neither one said anything.

"I promise. I will," his best friend swore.

The two men roughly hugged.

"Hey, what's happening here?" Isabella asked, appearing out
of nowhere.

"Nothing. Just some guy talk," Pete said, an arm around his
best friend's shoulder.

"Okay then."

Pete looked at his watch. "Hey, have to get going. I need
to get back to the base."

The couple walked him back to his car where his driver was
waiting for him. The two children came downstairs and saw
their uncle leaving.

"Hey, you two. So what was it that you wanted to call the
gundam?" He asked as he leaned his hands on his thighs so
he can look at the children eye to eye.

Two emerald pairs locked and looked back at him.

"Nyx!" they both cried.

******************************

That night, Isabella and Pierre called Triton to his
sister's room. All of them sat on Lita's bed.

"Your father and I are here to give you something."
Isabella started, looking at her children with wonder.
'They're so big now. I didn't even notice it.'

"What is it? Candy?" Lita inquired, having a sweet tooth.

"No, Angelita, it isn't," her father replied, rolling his
eyes.

Their mother took out two necklaces out of her pocket.

The two children took each necklace with wonder. Triton
held a thin, white gold chain. The pendant was of an angel,
its body oddly curved to form half a circle. It was also
made of white gold.

Lita was handed the same kind of chain. The pendant was the
same, but the angel was upside down.

"Why is mine upside down?" Lita asked her parents.

"Let us put that on you." Isabella put the necklace on
Triton while Lita let her father put it on her.

"Watch this," Pierre told the children.

He took the pendants on each hand and put them close to
each other. The two pendants, having small magnets in them,
connected. The two angels formed a circle, their upraised
hands touching each other's feet.

"Cool!" Both kids squealed.

The two adults smiled, but their faces darkened.

"Always wear this, okay? Don't ever take it off and don't
lose it," Isabella told her children.

The two kids just nodded. Why would they take off such a
cool thing?

"And look at the back of the pendants," their dad
suggested.

They saw their first and last initials on them: TB for
Triton Bloom and LB for Litanya Bloom.

The two children smiled.

"Okay, time to go to sleep."

The two children slept peacefully, not knowing of the
present danger, while the two adults slept worriedly and
woke up from disturbing nightmares.


END CHAPTER 3

I'm going to speed up the pace a bit. The first two
chapters were a little boring. I wouldn't have included
them but they were important. Sorta to establish the story
and the character, you know? All right. Peace. Reviews
please!