Hilde swallowed silently as the woman led her through the long corridors. Never had she thought she would find herself here one day...

She knew perfectly that for any OZ ensign, meeting personally Treize Kushrenada, the one and only, was supposed to be an unreachable dream. But, right now, she would have given anything to be far, very far. Why had they brought her here? There weren't many guards. Her mind quickly transformed this statement in 'There weren't many witnesses.'...

They had probably 'let her in' knowing that this was the last thing she would see. She restrained herself from shivering at the prospect. She was very aware of the gravity of her situation : She had disobeyed her orders, betrayed almost openly OZ and she had been the only one to have a close encounter with that Gundam pilot, yet.

She had refused to talk during the interrogatory, assuming that they wouldn't take the risk to harm her before having learn anything useful. She had been hopeful when she had realized that no official step has been made, in order to pass sentence on her, which meant that they were obviously wanting something, or else, she would have been judged and sentenced to spent the rest of her short life in the same cell she had learned to appreciate those past few days, at the very least...

But she was there.

Sure, General Kushrenada's private quarters were far more cosy than a tiny cell, but the knowledge that they had probably lost patience and that they were undoubtebly going to question her the hard way, in the cautious privacy of the place, made her forget the agreeable surroundings.

The officer glanced sharply at the petite figure following her. Her head was bowed, but she could tell that the girl's eyes didn't miss any detail. She chuckled inwardly at the thought that, maybe, the child was hoping to escape, and was, for that matter, trying to remember every corridor they wandered through. She couldn't help but wonder how exactly he was going to proceed to make this stubborn brat talk. Obviously, the mind-numbing interrogatories had failed, and they had, thanks God or whoever was in charge of this, manage to avoid any 'physical' interrogatory. Not that she cared, but they couldn't afford having her permanently damaged before she had talked.
 

He was now picturing idly the 'owner' in his mind, rotating his wrist slowly, creating small golden yellow amber waves that fight each other before dying against the confining glass. Strangely enough, his imagination felt more than it saw. He still couldn't give his fantasy definite features, but he could almost already feel the contrast between her warm supple, silky skin and the icy, hard diamonds, their obscene brightness, the colors shocking and outstanding permanently each other, making the discreet paleness of her downy flesh even more aristocratic...

He was snapped out of his rêverie by a faint knock on the heavy doors of his quarters. His little guest. He didn't know whether to take this deadly seriously or simply admit that this interrogatory promised to be the more interesting in a very long time...

"Come in..."

She entered, pushing softly her prisoner, who seemed both uneasy and unwilling to go any further. Though he would never allow himself to loose his composure, or any other vulgar display of emotion, he couldn't help but cock a bemused eyebrow at the sight before him. Her file said she was fifteen... He would have easily thought she was younger, shouldn't have he known better. Actually, it was hardly believable that this could be the 'traitor to the cause', the 'terrorist affiliated to the Gundam pilots', The MS thief... And the list of her presumed crimes went on and on...
He gazed with curiosity to the 'terrorist'; she was rather short, considering her age, with spiky and passably mussed dark blue hair. Her bowed haid, along with the 'diplomatic' frown she made, prevented him to look at her eyes, however. He promised himself to correct this later. 'Know the ennemy.'

The puzzled officer left silently, casting a last and otherwise unreadable look at the two, now left alone.

He was about to smile, but successfully stopped his lips. Now was the time to impress her, she would only be easier to trap with some sweetness later... He gestured to two elegant and comfy armchairs, at the other end of the vast room and she followed him obediently and, almost despite herself sheepishly, as he sat and waited for her to do the same, his calm and stern expression never leaving his face. She tried to glance at him, but all she caught was a disappointed teacher's face. She felt knots forming in her stomach, this was so weird : The minute before she was ready to face death. Now it looked like she was gonna be scolded, and she was even more afraid. What the heck was going on?

Hilde was sitting uncomfortably on the vast armchair he had gestured to, her hands folded on her lap, her head bowed, more to avoid meeting his patient gaze than in real humility. She couldn't actually see him, but she knew his eyes hadn't left her even a single second since she had entered the room. She swallowed nervously, refraining the urge to squirm at the thick silence between them.

"Sir... Do you expect me to talk first?" She almost clasped her hands on her mouth as soon as the sentence grazed her lips. Of course he wasn't! No one was supposed to address him unless they were clearly asked to! She realized how insolent she had just been. 'Why should it matter, anyway? You're already dead!' A little voice in her head remarked smugly. She didn't see him cock an amused eyebrow as she was trying to sort out her confused thoughts.

"I guess that now, you will never know." He stated calmly, if not leisurely.

She felt her cheeks grow hot and turn to a bright cherry red at his witty comment, and wondered if embarassment was part of his strategy. There were a few more minutes of heavy silence. This time she wouldn't speak first, the lesson had been clear enough. He finally broke the virtual wall separating them by standing up, pouring a little of a golden alcohol in a glass and offering it to her. She stared at it warily, too concerned about what, exactly, he was trying to make her drink, to care about the fact that she was being openly indecisive, and thus, seriously offending. She eventually shook her head slowly, to refuse the drink, which caused his smile to turn ever so slightly predatory.

He considered the glass, then his guest, before speaking in a tone that truly froze her, since, even with the highest solicitation of her intellect, she definitively couldn't decide if it was jocking or warning. "So... I estimate your weight at 88.3 pounds, the next contusive instrument is situated at 3 meters of your armchair, but your reaction time and the fact that you will have to stand up are two serious handicaps... Young lady, if I ever intented to introduce any drug in your body, all I would have to do is pin you and proceed. I hold no estime and have no need for such practices... This said, will you do me the pleasure to accept that drink?"

Hilde stiffened, truing, and failing, to keep control on her every move, she musn't tremble. 'Show no fear' She repeated herself as a mantra, as she brang the glass to her lips. She drank a small sip, slowly and warily, and almost bit her lip when the liquid entered her mouth and slid down her throat. Had she ever drunk anything stronger than beer before? 'You moron!' She scolded herself. At first it had seemed sugary, syrupy, somewhat sweet... But now. It burnt. It burnt -very- hard.
Was this a new form of torture? Or maybe he was trying to make her drunk so she would talk? Hell... She needed a glass of water!!

Treize watched, amused, the reaction of the young girl. She was beet red, a white-knuckled grip on the arm-rests of her armchair and she was obviously trying desperatly to keep from coughing or crying. When he considered she had suffered enough, he went for a carafe of cool water. he poised the glass against her lips, prying them open, trying to glance at her red and slightly teary eyes, and forced her to drink it progressively, unconsciously rubbing her back in a soothing motion all the while.

When Hilde was back to normal, her first reaction was to ignore her surroundings and let her temper get the best of her. "You! Why did you do that for??!!" The minute he open his mouth to answer, she registered her mistake. Her big mistake.

She was surprised, however, if not astonished, to find that her outburst had only succedded in making him smile. "There... I guess I owe you an apologize for this incident..."

Hilde almost smiled. He was friendly after all. maybe he meant no real harm, maybe...

"Now that you seem healthier, shall we converse?" He said, sitting back with a relaxed but expectant and demanding gaze.

Hilde clenched her fists, he was damn good. She hadn't expected such a volte-face.

"... Converse about Gundams..." He added, tilting his head.

She kept silent for a few moments, thoughts spinning too fast for her own judgement in her head. He had been aiming at this from the start. There was no need to dream anymore, the wolf had simply momentarily slipped in a sheep costume. But she had to answer... Oh well! Anyway she was already toasted, better leave with some style. at least, she would give Duo something to be proud of. "Do you always play with people like this?" She retorted impudently, a brave smile appearing on her features. Boldness made her feel kinda dizzy,and she felt like she could dare anything, now.

Treize's cool expression betrayed nothing of his confusion. Was that small, insignificant, cute and insolent thing... Challenging him?? If it was, then he hadn't lost his night. It had been a while since his last encounter with the equally insolent little dragon, and she could almost have unnerved him... She was great. "Should I understand that you have no intent to talk?" He purred, taking off his white gloves.

Hilde watched him do, her boldness had abandonned her, and there was a lump forming in her throat. Oh God. Great. You made him mad. Not only is he gonna kill you, but you're gonna suffer for free!

He smirked, as he saw her backing off. "Well... I'll talk then. I can help but feeling some pity for you. Sacrifying everything for a terrorist... Not to mention that he doesn't seem to feel the urge to come and take you with him..." He snarled, playing with the fingers of his gloves.

Hilde felt burning tears threaten to roll down her cheeks. Her eyes felt hot and itching, already. "He... He... Shut up!! You don't know him!!" She sobbed, wiping her eyes crudely with her sleeves.

"But I assume you do." He simply stated.

She realized he had succeded where all the other had failed. She smiled bitterly, he wasn't the leader of OZ for nothing, after all. She let fall the tears freely, not even trying to wipe them or hold them back. What was the use?

"You're gonna be disappointed... I know next to nothing about him..." She sobbed, attempting to smirk, but only managing a pathetic and weak smile.

Her reaction surprised him. He didn't allow himself such displays of emotions, but he rarely witnessed any either. He felt a certain curiosity, watching that young girl weeping a torrent on a carpet which she, obviously, ignored the price. It was sort of weird intimacy to observe somebody indulging themselves so crudely, he thought.
Always being the gentleman, he eventually approached to wipe away those disturbing shiny pearls that keep falling and falling. A little distinction, for God's sake. He barely had the time to react as she slapped his hand away, staring at him with exhausted, desperate but insolent eyes.

"You can look down at me, I don't care if I die here! You're alone too! They all worship their general like sheeps!" She spat, "But no one loves you! Who could?!" She finished, challenging him with teary but cruel eyes. Encouraged by his startled silence, she went on, "I may not be very valuable for you, but who gives a damn about the person you are?? When this war will be over, should you win or loose, it will remain the same! Nobody will care! You're as lonely as I..."

Hilde didn't see it coming, and she realized only when the sharp noise resounded in the vast room. It hurt. She felt her face grow hot, and the tears resumed their journey on her pale cheeks. She felt like a child, she raised her head to see his hand still in the air. She couldn't believe he had slapped her. Had what she had said touched him? No... More likely vexed him. Still, it hurt.

He gazed absently at her small figure, shaking with sobs from time to time. She was a mess. Her clothes were wrinkled, her face pale and her eyes red. Her hair were mussed, matted hapazardly to her forehead, and her hands a bit dirty. He tried to focused on something else while he talked, to calm himself, and digest his sudden outburst. "I think, young lady, that you could use a bath."

She eyed him as if he had said some curse word for a few seconds, and her eyes narrowed, which was, in his sense, the ultimate proof that feminine pride truly resided in the depths of any woman, even that little unruly tomboy.

"Are you saying..." Hilde began, her lips quivering with a rage overwhelming enough to make her dry her tears.

"I wouldn't dare..." He mocked, almost relieved by her anger. It was less puzzling than her earlier state, and it made her easier to deal with. No. It definitively made him uneasy to watch somebody crying.
 

Hilde's eyes widened for a brief instant as he pushed the french doors and led in a bathroom that caught her breath in her throat. Any sour comments she had stocked for him flied away, and she could have smacked herself when she heard her own voice whisper, "For me?" Damn! She didn't want to look weak or frail, and all she had found to answer was that. She glanced at his features, who held the 'I-have-a-point' expression, and clenched her jaw. She had to be careful, she had now understood that the weirder he behaved, the easier she stumbled.

She heard the doors close and turned back only to see he had left. She directed her gaze towards the bathtub -correction- the swimming pool. She sighed, trying to sort out her confuse thoughts as she gazed at the room. As much as she hated to admit, or to even think it, it was magnificient. Never in her whole life had she seen such a place. She bit her lower lip, still staring at the tub where clouds of rose scentered steam floated slowly, forming harmonious volutes before dissipating in the air. Somehow, it felt like betraying Duo, if she stepped into the awaiting hot water. Not to mention that she didn't know what to expect. Eventually, she decided to just give up. She was already caught, anyway. Come what may, she would die clean and fresh.

She shrugged of her worn clothes, letting the dark and dusty fabric fall on the floor. It was so warm. She was naked and she didn't even shivered, so agreeable, she thought, before slipping precautiously in the hot water. She just stood there for a while, at first, feeling strange to be there in that tub which was big enough to be her bathroom, but progressively, the warm liquid worked on her tired limbs and her dry skin, and the scent, the silence, the exhaustion clouded her senses. She sat gingerly in the bubbles and proceed to wash herself, almost mechanically. She didn't even know if her mind was numb from pain or just from surprise. She felt a bit lost, to be utterly sincere, and that was the last thing she thought, before making herself comfortable and staring at the ceiling, emptying her mind from her worries momentarily.

Even his ceiling was elegant. Damn.
 

Treize smirked ever so slightly as he heard the sound of water. So, even that 'terrifying terrorist' couldn't resist a warm bath? How ironic. He could almost not blaming himself for being addicted, at this rate.
 

Hilde stepped out slowly of the tub, wrapping herself in a huge, white and soft towel that had obviouly been laid there on purpose. She made her way towards her clothes, when, through the a cloud of steam, she caught something that made her heart swell with hope. A door. 'Stupid girl! You were too absorbed in self-pitying to notice, of course!' She yelled at herself while approaching it. A dream. Unlocked. Her grin grew even wider when she peered inside. It was his undoubtedly his bedroom, but that was not the point. There was. A window!! She almost bawled her joy out loud. It wasn't won, but, she could manage to escape, maybe...

Not bothering with politeness, she fumbled through a vast dresser and picked a white shirt. Too big. Who cares? He had so many, he wouldn't miss it. She was already looking for a pair of socks, when she felt something shifting behind her. She froze, and flushed considerably. He was comfortably sitting in an armchair, near the bed, smiling smugly, watching her plotting her way of escape. Now, that was annoying. She noticed he hadn't his stern blue uniform anymore, the only thing left was a shirt, his white pants and boots. Numerous questions whirled in her mind. How had he managed to approach so silently? How long had he been watching her? This last thought caused a new surge of shame to flood her, and she really felt like, for an instant, if he didn't stop gazing at her, she would cry again, or faint, which was another option. "I... I..."

"I won't embarass you with painful explanations, ensign Schbeiker, it was so childish and foreseeable. I can't blame you for having tried..." He chuckled. Then, noticing her tomato-like blush, he continued, "Don't worry... I am not going to demand my shirt back either."

"... Can I keep the socks too?" She didn't even care about what she said, at that point. Her feet were cold, he probably wouldn't refuse... To hell with pride.

He simply nodded and motionned her to sit on the edge of the vast bed. "What did you expect?"

"I... Don't know, Sir." She didn't feel really bad, but she bowed her head, nonetheless, old habits die hard.

He took a good look at her, and he was surprised to find that, once washed and only clad in that oversized shirt, which made her seem all the more fragile, she was really pretty. Not the real beauty that you find in a woman, but a fresh and cute young girl, with stunning cerulean eyes.
He smiled faintly. "What do we do now, ensign Schbeiker? We've already stated the fact that you would be totally useless as a witness, that you wouldn't be useful to trap the Gundam pilot either, and our close encounter has proved to me that your 'terrorist abilities' were largely overrated. So?" He sighed, cocking his head as if waiting for an answer he already knew.

"I... Don't know, Sir."

Suddenly, he reached and turned the light off, leaving the room only enlighten by the faint shimmering patches outside. She stiffened, wary and almost fell of the bed when he talked.

"Ensign Sch... Oh well... Hilde? Why did you join OZ?" He asked, in a curious tone.

She blinked once, blinked twice. And, eventually, she opted for sincerity. She told him the same words she had told Duo, the same words that still meant her life at that time, though it wasn't true anymore. "Because... I wanted to fight for the colonies. I wanted to help." She breahed.

He turned his head to gaze at her in wonder. "Really? You did trust us, then?"

"Of course! But I learned better..." She answered, a bit taken aback.

"Better?" He asked, now genuinely engrossed in the conversation.

"The colonies need peace... But not the peace you offer them." She stated, almost on a lecturing tone. She smiled inwardly, she wasn't trying to reason the leader of OZ. Was she?

"Why did you take so long to made up your mind?" He continued, his face wearing a puzzled expression, though in the dark, she couldn't see him.

"I... I admired you and the others. OZ seemed... So right..." She whispered, not believing what she was daring to say.

"Right? About what?" He asked.

"I don't know... Everything. We were so proud... I felt worthy when I joined Oz, you know..." She answered.

"Our soldiers are proud... And they don't even know why... Is that what you're saying?" He murmured.

She sensed a twinge of disappointment in his voice and immediatly wished she had kept her mouth shut. "Why do you ask me those things?" She said, trying to change the subject. "I return you your question, what are you going to do with me?"

"I don't think we'll charge you with terrorism, but you'll be judged for the MS stealing and having let the pilot escape, I guess." He answered, sighing. She failed to notice the tiny smile on his lips as he lied.

She folded her hands nervously on her lap. She didn't want to go to jail. No. "Do we sleep, now?" She asked innocently.

"Do you really expect me to close my eyes long enough for you to escape?" He chuckled.

"No..." She sighed, and let herself fall on the bed. It was pretty comfortable, and if those were her last hours of liberty, she would sleep.

She couldn't however. Every now and then, she would glance at him, waiting for a possible slumber. and he would always gaze back, it last for something like an hour, until they both decided that there was no need to turn their heads so often for such a result. They were now simply gazing at each other. The contest of the first asleep had begun. Since no winner seemed to appear immediatly, she opted for resuming the talk. "Hey..." She whispered.

"Yes?"

"Can I ask a personnal question?" She breathed, feeling a blush spread on her cheeks.

"Only if I obtain the same favor..." He retorted.

"Lady Une... She seems pretty fond of you..." She murmured, biting her lips as she realized how ridiculous she was.

"A very personnal question... Indeed..." He sighed, "My dear Lady... I guess we're close, in a certain way..."

"Then you love her??" She sat up abruptly, eyes wide, all thoughts of being civil forgotten.

He smiled at her antics. He could have ended the conversation right here, right now. She had no right to so impudent and nosy, after all. But he somehow enjoyed it, the puerility and the gravity of their position made it strangely pleasant he didn't answer, however, and a thick silence fell in te room again. She lied, trying to get some sleep.
 

He hadn't moved of his armchair for what seemed like hours and... Wait. She took a closer look. His eyes were closed. For the second time in the night, her hopes became almost unbearable. She slid stealthily out of the covers. and began to walk, a few meters and there will be the  door. She had to make it.

She didn't.

A strong arm grabbed her wrist swiftly and spun her around. She found herself staring in two shimmering orbs, glazed with anger and exasperation, and also a trouble she couldn't quite explain.
 
 

Should I leave or should I stay  Solitaire un souffle de toi Leavin'behind me yesterday  Tout près tu m'echappes déjà Am I free or forsaken

Lonely, barely a breath away from you So close, you're already escaping me

"I thought I had been clear enough..." He whispered, feeling her shiver in his grasp.

"You... You can't blame me for having tried... That's what you said." She retorted,  unable to meet his gaze, even in the dark.

She balled her fists and steeled herself. Somehow, she was more angry than afraid, angry at herself, for being so helpless, and for feeling... relieved. That was strange and disturbing : after she had helped him escape the moon base, she had immediatly been caught and questionned; endless hours of repeating the same stupid words, mechanically, 'I don't know', 'no', 'no'.... And she had felt so lonely. She had never realized what being alone meant until that day. It meant having nobody, but more than everyhing, it meant thinking to somebody, night and day, and knowing you wouldn't ever see that somebody again.
And now... She was standing in front of the 'ennemy', wearing nothing but a shirt and a pair of socks, and she felt relieved. He was crushing her wrist, and she felt relieved.
She was certain that he understood her loneliness, so similar to his. He had been cruel in his description, but it was accurate, awfully accurate. Maybe she was dillusioning herself and he didn't understand, but even then, she wanted to believe he did. Let's pretend things were easier... Just for a few hours.

His free hand cupped her chin and raised her head, so she couldn't avoid his eyes anymore. "I'm not blaming you for having tried, I'm blaming you for having failed." He breathed, staring at her intently.

His words slowly sunk in and her eyes widened, as she fully realized their meaning. "Do you want me to... Leave??" She asked, even more confused than before.

"I appreciate good friends... But I also need good ennemies." He stated, his mind drifting towards the memory of his last confrontation with the little dragon.

"Without Duo... I'm no ennemy..." She chuckled bitterly. And a single tear of sheer despair made it's way down her cheek.

He watched it roll slowly, and stopped its course at the corner of her mouth, with his thumb. Then he pulled her in a loose embrace. It wasn't a real hug, she thought, it lacked that special warmth, it felt like they were leaning on each other for support. Her cheek was pressed slightly against his chest and she stared blankly at the wall, her arms dangling on her sides, his hand brushing ackwardly her back.

They stayed like this for a moment, faking the intimacy they both missed, and eventually, she closed her eyes. 'Let's pretend...' She couldn't pretend it was Duo holding her, but she could just forget a bit and indulge herself.

He looked down at her still figure. As far as he could remember, he had never slipped so far, except with her... But it seemed so far now... Maybe they could pretend this was 'love at first sight' He chuckled inwardly. No. It was just loneliness. Why not? Life is short. And the night seemed welcoming...

She didn't make the slightest move when his hands reach to her sides, tracing the curve of her small hips through the shirt's fabric. She didn't move when he bent down and brushed her lips in in a way that he had meant to be taunting but which only ended up being feverish. Hilde closed her eyes as the butterfly brush of lips became a deep, demanding and irresistible kiss. There was a question in that urgent kiss and the explorative hands rumpling the shirt. She didn't even want to think, so she just let herself float. Her passivity an implicit acceptance of the next step.

She didn't resist when she felt the shirt fall and pool silently at her feet. Soon she found herself lying on the vast bed...

She opened her eyes to stare at him, he truly was a mystery. Why was he doing this? She didn't think anything bad would happen to her when dawn would come, now. That wasn't even the price for her liberty. Her train of thoughts was disturbed, then broken, when she started to feel strange nervous shivers wherever his lips touched, in places she had never even really thought of. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered that she hadn't blushed. Not even when she had felt his hands covering her breasts, not even when he had reached lower. Maybe this wasn't wrong, after all, or maybe she was just tired and it felt too good to think.

She could feel his hand running insistantly on her in the most intimate way, the most intimate recesses, and for a couple of seconds, her vision became blurry, she assumed that the gasps and the moans she heard were hers, as the heat and the tension increased gradually, until it was unbearable. She grabbed him instinctively, or maybe it was the sheets, everything felt so fuzzy. And she felt something pulse inside her. More pleasure with every spasm.

The violent sensations progressively subsided, and she remembered how to breathe. She stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. It felt weird to think that you don't even need love to feel such a physical pleasure, a state of mind-numbing bliss.

She heard the sound of ruffled clothes and she sat up to find exactly what she had expected. She stared at him almost clinically for a while, then ran a finger gingerly along his chest, tracing his ribs. A tiny smile appeared on her face as she observed his belly-button. So, even important people do own something as funny as a belly-button? She brushed away the comical thought and looked up. His eyes were closed, and when her hand went away, he caught it and placed it back on his skin. she lay her palm againt it and, felt his heartbeat for a moment. So, scientific experiments proved that he did own a heart, too.

Suddenly, he leaned forward and when she found herself lying under him, she knew they had been pretty far. He was a bit heavy and she felt more comfortable when he rested his weight on his forearms. She was surprised to discover how fast her heat beat. Impatience? Or just fear? She closed her eyes, and only felt a strange contact, not really painful, not pleasurable either, until something tore and she bit her lower lip in pain and surprise.

He looked down at her with unusually dim eyes, and she noticed for the first time the tiny beads of sweat forming on his brow. "Does it... hurt?"

She didn't see the point in lying, and he didn't look like he felt really guilty anyway, so she nodded. "Yes..."

"... Sorry..."

"You're not..."

It didn't really hurt after, it was just a steady warmth, and the movements. She burried her head in his shoulder while he moved, smelling him, thinking. Actually, she thought, there was no great deal about sex, and she had prefered what he had done before. He, on the contrary, seemed to enjoy himself greatly. He kept whispering sweet nonsenses about how good she felt to him in her ear, and  his body seemed to tense progressively. She watched him move faster, shaking her body in the process, and shiver, groaning weirdly.

When he didn't move at all, she assumed he was done.

As dawn lights up another day
Visions I once had fade away
All of those words unspoken
My wildest dreams are broken
It wasn't supposed to be that way

He kissed her lightly on the forehead, before leaving the bed, moments after, she heard the sound of water running and saw a faint light slip under the french doors. She looked at a golden clock on the nightstand. 3h18. So late? She stood up on the bed and stared at the dark stain with a mixture of curiosity, uneasiness and pride. It was done, and strangely, she didn't felt particularly different. Her thoughts drifted on Duo, would have it been the same? Probably. Or not.

He leaned against the door frame and watched her. She looked so amusing and innocent, wrapped hapazardly in the sheets, admiring her 'work'. He approached silently, and she gazed at him, he could almost have said 'fondly', if he hadn't known better.

She smiled sadly, as he sat on the bed. "You don't love me, do you?" She asked, feeling a strange fuzzy feeling in her chest at the words she was pronouncing. Almost like... Sadness?

"No... But you don't love me either, am I right?"

She simply nodded and sat near him. "I think I'll try to sleep now." She whispered.

"Yes... Tomorrow... We'll see." He said absently, watching her snuggle in the covers.
 
 

Mon intime étrangère Cheated or awakened Se trouver, se défaire Does it matter anyway?

My intimate stranger Finding each other is loosing each other

Hilde left the shuttle and wandered across the streets, barely enlighten by a sad dawn. She read the paper in her hand for the hundredth time and laughed. It wasn't even funny. But she couldn't help but laugh. "Fired... For active disobedience and blatant incompetency..." She read out loud, giggling. It wasn't a very honorable way to leave the army, but it felt so good to be free. She reflected longly on the night... And the more she read it, the more she thought he had a certain sense of humor.

She caught sight of a small bar, with an interesting ad for fresh donuts, and pushed the doors, the joy and the relievment progressively replacing the sadness and the confusion she had felt a few hours before. 'I guess that's how strange experiments become good memories' She thought, as she ordered a bag of various treats.
She was about to bite in the first victim, when her eyes stopped at something, and she just stood there, mouth wide open. Like a moron, she realized.

"I had never thought I had such an effect on people." A familiar voice chuckled.

She didn't need to think to know that the owner of the voice had violet eyes and an incredible braid.

There was a long silence, and he eventually broke it, asking ackwardly, "I... I thought you would be dead or in jail... Did you... Escape?"

"Would you believe me if I told you that General Kushrenada himself fired me for a lousy pretext, to avoid me to finish in a cell?"

"Yeah..." He chuckled.

"You have no idea..." She whispered, as he took both her hand and her bag of food, and dragged her outside, with an incessant chatting.

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