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Chapter List
- 3
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- 5
Interlude

Rating:
Pg

Pairing: Sibling Love

Summary: In which Maia gets into trouble�

Notes:
Italics = Flashbacks, and there are a lot of them! ~ ~ ~ = a short pause.

And
once again I would like to thank everyone that left kind words for me in my
time of need. This is just a small taste for the upcoming chapter. Which I can
say with complete honesty, will be loved.

Disclaimer:
I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters.

Mariemaia wondered if he even knew that she
had access to his office. Smirking she placed her hand on the pad and waited
for the scan to be finished. Of course Chang knew she had access, he had to.
She walked into the room, flipping the light switch on behind her and making
her way to his desk. With a small amount of glee that could barely be seen on
her face at any given moment she sunk into his chair. She loved this chair
simply because no matter what he did, it always carried his scent.

No amount of cleaning spurts and disinfecting
cloths would change this fact. Pulling the chair closer to his desk she grabbed
the computer keypad and started to log on into her email accounts. She wasn't
looking for anything in particular, just merely bored and tired of wandering
around the building.

She wished he was here, but according to Anne
he had buoyed from one mission straight into another. It worried her. �He made
a promise not to do such things but then nothing could be done about it; he was
needed. He was the only former pilot to be contracted to Preventers' full term.
The only one amongst the imbeciles he calls �brothers� to know how much damage
was still being done in this time of peace.

The only one of the fearsome Gundam Pilots to
keep fighting to maintain the peace for all the other ignorant fools that
thought Miss Relena Peacecraft Dorlian had actually accomplished what she�d set
out to do during the last war.

The anger spilled out onto her face. The lot
of fools, all of them!

Mariemaia pushed off the chair since the
anger was too much to control. In moments like these she wanted to do nothing
more than to scream her head off, and if Wufei was here, he would know it, and
he would goad her into a screaming argument so long that her throat would go
numb. And finally when she couldn't scream anymore he would do the unthinkable
. . . he would pull her down onto the couch and simply hold her.

Hands flew up to her head as she paced around
in the small clear area of his office floor. She missed him. He was her rock,
her salvation, her brother. He protected her at all costs, knew her better then
she sometimes knew herself, and she missed him.

Life had cruelly toyed with her since her
birth . . .

~ ~ ~

The highlight of Mariemaia�s day, for this
four year old little girl was dinnertime, because no matter what else daddy did
during the day; he would always have dinner with her. First Lady Une would come
in to make sure everything was settled. Little Marie had to remember not to
giggle at Lady�s two hair buns and to sit properly in her chair, because if
Lady saw anything wrong she would send Marie to bed early.

Then daddy would come into the room with
papers in one hand and a drink in the other. Marie would have to wait patiently
as he sat down and went over the last of them before looking up. He always
looked tired; at least that was what one of her teachers had said once, when
they thought she wasn't listening, and now that she understood what the words
had meant, it seemed true.

�So instead of rushing into his arms as soon
as he had placed his glass down, as she normally would do, she very calmly
remained in her chair and waited until he addressed her. Lady seemed to be very
pleased with Marie�s patience since she smiled brightly, something she never
really did.

"I
hear you are doing extremely well in your studies child."

Marie
smiled brilliantly, watching as the servants brought in dinner.

"Yes
I am Lady. I want to make daddy proud."

His gaze snapped up at her, shock clear in
his blue eyes; eyes as blue as her own. His hand reached forward and pulled her
from her chair. She gladly jumped up and giggled in glee as she was pulled onto
his lap. Once he deemed she was settled comfortably enough he hugged her
tightly to him, whispering in her ears.

"My
precious Marie, know that I will always love you, and you will always be the
greatest joy in my life. Daddy will always be proud of you no matter
what!" He tilted her head up to place a kiss on her forehead.

"I
love you too daddy."

"If
you two both don't start to eat soon your dinner will get cold." Lady
interjected softly; so he shooed her off his lap and picked up his fork,
smiling gently as she had made it back into her seat and into her pasta.

"I
have a surprise for you Mariemaia." Lady spoke up a few moments later, a
strange light in her eyes. "You'll be going to visit your grandfather for
the upcoming summer, since you�re father and I will be busy."

"No!"
She had almost choked on her water trying to scream that out, and it burned
badly as she coughed.

"This
isn't a discussion young lady. You will be going to stay with your grandfather
-

"You're
just trying to get rid of me so that you can have daddy all to yourself - She
stood up from her chair with tears in her eyes.

"How
dare you speak to me in such a manner? - Lady rose from her chair, anger clear in
every movement.

"You
will never take mommies place. He'll never love you like he loves us. You're
just his whore!" She shouted out.

"Mariemaia
Alexandria Khushrenada that is enough!" Her father�s voice boomed in the
entire room. She stood frozen, she hadn't meant to make him angry, but she
didn't want to leave. Would he really let Lady send her away? She ran from the
room as fast as her feet could take her. She hated Lady. She hated him.

~ ~ ~

A six year old girl full of red wavy curls
sat sitting in the waiting room. It was like every other waiting room she had
ever been in, which meant she had to sit a certain way, even if it made her
back hurt. Old antique furniture that she wasn't allowed to play with filled
with the old scent that seemed clung to her grandfather wherever he went. It
sometimes made her nauseous, but she could never show what she really felt.

�A loud crash filled the air, the sound of
something priceless shattering. She giggled softly to herself. Someone was
going to get in trouble, and for once it wasn't her. Her grandfather came
storming into the room; the door slamming loudly in his wake as it bounced off
the walls. A woman came thundering in after him, tears in her silver gray eyes,
her auburn hair arranged wildly on her head.

�The woman was pretty, like all the other
women around her that she saw, pretty in the regal way, even if she was being �
hysterical? Yes, hysterical was the word. She smiled politely up at them while
they continued to argue; until grandpa slapped the women and she crumbled to
the floor.

Mariemaia�s face fell and she forgot all
about being the perfect little doll, besides, her back was hurting, so she
stood and ran to stand in front of the women.

"You
have no right. Men aren't supposed to hit ladies!"

Her voice wavered. Even though it was strong
enough to fill such a huge room. Her grandpa starred at her in shock, rage
pooling in his dark brown eyes. She would be punished for this later. That she
knew for sure, but it wasn't right, so she stood her ground. He swooped in and
grabbed her tiny wrist in his hand and pulled her too him.

The women behind her screamed at him to stop,
but he only squeezed tighter. Mariemaia kept her face completely calm and still
like she was taught to do, only her eyes was probably showing her fear, that
and her thundering heart, but he couldn't feel that. He bent down closer to her
face, his voice tight with control.

"If
you ever interfere with something that does not concern you I will smack that -

"For
goodness sake! She is a child! An innocent child.� The woman raged while
getting to her feet and slowly standing; a hand on her cheek where she was
slapped.

"-
Insolence clear off your face!" He roared.

Mariemaia
simply smiled politely up at him, even though what she really wanted to do was
to rip her arm from his grasp. "Yes Grandfather." She whispered
quietly. He started to pull her from the room, the women following behind them,
screaming at him.

"You
will not win this Dekim; the courts will not allow it. I have rights to claim
that child as my own and you are not God!"

She was dragged through the ancient house,
with its ancient rooms, and its ancients� smells and portraits hanging on the
walls to the main hallway where they had first entered.

"Say
goodbye to your Repugnant Aunt Laura child."

She turned even though she was still being
pulled from the house and out the front doors. Aunt Laura stared back at her
with tears in her eyes, but with her fists clenched tightly by her body.

"Don't
worry Mariemaia. You will be home soon where you belong!" Her determined
voice echoed throughout the house and she couldn't help smiling at her niece.

"Goodbye
Aunt Laura." She waved briefly with her free hand and watched curiously as
her grandfather's men moved in through the now opened front door and closed it
behind them.

Mariemaia was practically flung into the
limo, but she scrambled quickly as her grandfather moved in to join her, to sit
on the opposite side. A loud screamed startled her while she was fixing her
skirts, but she curled quietly into a corner; children weren't meant to be seen
or heard, and she had already angered her grandfather. It wouldn't be good if
she did something now while being trapped in the car with him.

The door to the limo was closed and soon
enough the driver was pulling them away from the house. Her grandfather picked
up his cell phone just as they were driving by the front gates and issued a
familiar command. "Kill them all." She turned to stare out the
darkened windows as the scenery passed them by. Now she would never know if her
life would have been different with her aunt. And it didn�t look like daddy
would be coming to get her anytime soon with the war quickly closing to an end.

Sighing softly to herself, she closed her
eyes. It didn't matter anyways. She had to finish her schooling, even if she
didn't like it, because she had to become the perfect Queen. She had to make
her daddy proud.

~ ~ ~

Yes life had clearly and cruelly toyed with
her since her birth . . . she had always been nothing more than a puppet, a
pawn, and now that the one person who had been keeping her sane, the one person
that she could finally call her own, was being ripped away from her again. It
was happening all over again.

Tiny hands curled into fists and pounded
harshly against his locker, not once, not twice, but three times. The hallowing
clang seemed to be reminiscent of the ache in her soul. Tiredly she made her
way to his couch and sank into it. Oddly enough it smelled of him too. She
snorted softly, imaging him taking naps on it instead of going home to get proper
rest. Her eyes slid close as she sank deeper into the couch. If anyone had told
her that he would be the one to save her from herself . . .

~ ~ ~

The air vent slammed shut; the seven point
five ton Gundanium Alloy Mecha Suit landing shook the entire spacecraft. Her
men shifted nervously around her while her grandfather beamed warily behind
her. Mariemaia smirked, folding her hands together on her lap. She had proved
her grandfather wrong. Had done the unthinkable. Mariemaia had secured a Gundam
Pilot to their side, and now she watched serenely as the hatch for the huge
mammoth of destruction to open, and for her pilot to emerge. The men's
whispering was getting louder, their suspicion growing.

The door for the mecha finally opened and
Gundam Pilot 05 emerged. Loose black hair was dancing around his face and neck.
His black and red space suit seemed ripped and burned in several places, but
his face . . . his face was what amazed her. Sharp Asian features curved and
defined his very being. It was like every Asian tale that was ever told to her
was construed in him. The fierce pride and determination, the calculating intelligence
and holier than thou attitude. Failure would never be an option for him.
Besides in the end, he was the only one who ever really defeated her father -
and now she was his master. Mariemaia stood slowly from her chair, her gaze
never wavering as the pilot stared her down, and took the three steps to stand
at the edge of her stage.

"Gundamn
Pilot 05" Her voice echoed off the entire room. "Welcome Home."

She watched terrified as he simply let
himself free fall down to the ground, curling his body at the last moment to
reduce impact of the long drop. The noise vibrated along the titanium floor and
shook the walls. Everyone watched in angered awe as he stood as though nothing
was wrong and made his way down to the stage.

The eerie dark green glow of the pilots� suit
filled the room for a brief moment, before it went dead, the hatch closing and
sealing as it went to sleep. The whispers of Mariemaia�s men grew. It was after
all common knowledge that the deadly pilots were nothing more but young teens,
but to see actually see it . . .� sculptured in his tiny muscled frame as he
strode through them.

A man, six three in height, three hundred
pounds in weight, brutalized and scared from the war lunged forward from where
he stood in his ranks; a serrated blade held high in his hand, screaming "DIE"
as he charged forward. Mariemaia watched on pleased as her pilot merely turned
and planted both feet into his chest; the force of the attack knocked him
backwards and he used it to flip up onto the stage to kneel next to her feet;
the force of the attack on the foolish man however crushed four of his ribs. Said
foolish man flopped around on the floor like a fish out of war and would later
die from suffocating on his own blood. The poor thing. She had always heard
that a punctured lung was a very painful way to die.

"Follow me" Mariemaia turned with a
flourish of her pelisse and strode away from the expanse of the docking hall.
Her pilot following behind her, eyes mesmerizing everything in his path. She
didn't bother to speak with him then. One wrong move and she would lose him to
her grandfather, like she did with the majority of the men. Oh, she believed
that they would follow her into battle since she bore the Khushrenada name, but
that was all she believed. She had learned the game and all the moves well by
now.

She needed this pilot with her. Walls blurred
into each other as they made their way towards her quarters. It would be better
to place him in the one that joined with hers, and away from her grandfathers.
As soon as they swept past the guards standing in front of her doors, and
watched as her nurse-maids scattered out of her waiting room, Mariemaia closed
and locked the doors behind them.

�He stood looking around, taking everything
in, arms crossed over his chest, face set in a cool and arrogant mask of
disdain.

"You're
playing a very dangerous game." He watched her as she tossed the pelisse
onto an armchair and shook her hair loose from the beret, before plopping
herself down onto another chair.

"I
don't play games that I expect to lose; wouldn't that defeat the purpose
Dragon?"

His growl was deep and frightening in its own
right. She would have to tread very carefully with her words.

"You
are nothing like your father, and pretending to do so will only get you
killed."

"We
all must die one day, and I prefer to be nothing like my father, you knew him,
therefore you will understand the meaning behind my words."�

Blue eyes danced with joy while obsidian eyes
narrowed at her.

"You
have no right to call me dragon.�

"From
what I understand, your colony was very traditional in its views and education.
You are the very embodiment of their Dragon -

"You
know nothing of my colony or my clan. You are nothing more than a mere child -

"It
was a mere child that guilt you onto this craft, it is a mere child that holds
your redemption in her hands -

"How
dare you assume - He towered over her, his face bearing down on her own.

"I
dare not assume as you may say because I know that my life is one the line, and
you will protect it!" She thrust her face closer to his, hands balled into
fists. Mariemaia would not lose to him, nor would she lose.

"Hmph,
you're just as delusional as that Dorlian girl." He pulled away, walking
over to stand in front of the rooms� window, his shoulders tense and defensive.

"I
am nothing like that useless pile of twit. Millions more will die before she even
as the nerve to open her mouth. That is why you are truly here; you know that
this war is not done. You know that peace is not so elegantly won. You need me
as I need you... As I said before Dragon, a life for a life . . . Redeem
yourself . . . Promise me"

There was a pounding knock on her door that
she ignored even as it boomed in time with her heartbeats. Mariemaia needed him
to do this. She needed his promise and she needed it before her grandfather
came barging into the room.

Chang Wufei, Gundam Pilot 05, turned to look
at her over his shoulder, and in a moment so surreal, she saw his pain as clear
as the sunrise raising outside their spacecraft walls� . . . and he, he saw all
of the pain and fear she was burdened to carry for the rest of her life because
of the actions she was being forced to make this very day.

"I
promise." A nod confirmed it. Their masks where placed back on.

The doors slammed open with a large bang, her
grandfather drilling into the room as if he owned it. But froze . . . the smirk
on pilot 05's face was as vicious as it could be twisted into, but the most
innocent smile decorating Mariemaia's face . . . well that just made his blood
run cold.

"There
is no need to fear grandfather. Gundam Pilot 05 and I have reached a perfect
understanding with each other." She smiled up at him. "I have everything
perfectly under control."

~ ~ ~

�� Turning
onto her back she stared listlessly up at the ceiling. It wasn�t until that
moment had she truly learned to live. The promise was made and kept. A life for
a life. Mariemaia owed so much to him, as he did to her. A bond that was made
and could not even be broken by the toughest metal created. Huffing she pulled
herself up and made her way over to his maps. Tapping her finger against her
chin she watched the blinking dots curiously. For the life of her she couldn�t
understand why he monitored everyone else so closely but himself. Just one more
thing for her to goad him into changing. How was she suppose to track him down
if �

�� Her
eyes squinted harder at the map. Something was wrong with it. She counted in
her mind. Ten dots, ten people, Winner, Barton, Maxwell, Yui, Poe, Une,
Marquise, Noin, Dorlian, and herself� so why was there only nine.

�� Curiously
she tapped the edge of the screen. A side profile popped up asking for another
finger and retinal scan. Tapping her feet impatiently she placed her hand upon
the selected screen and waited for clearance. A loud beeping sound could be
heard as it was denied. Angrily she bit her lip and placed her other hand, hoping.
But was denied again. With purpose she strode back to his desk and picked up
the phone. Hitting the number two button she threw herself back into her chair
and waited for the other line to pick up.

�You
have reached the phone of ShinigmaiDuoMaxwell, YO! To leave a message ��

�� Angrily
she slammed the phone down and dialed three. She should have known better then
to dial two; the idiot was never at his desk.

�Barton,
Trowa� �

�Barton�
she exclaimed hurriedly. �Good, where�s Chang, and don�t tell me confidential!�

�Mariemaia?�
He puzzled. �What are you doing in Chang�s office?�

�Stop
asking useless questions!� She hissed �Une dumped me again and I came looking
for him! Not only is he not here, but there is something wrong with his office!�

�You�re
not allowed-�

�Like
I care! Don�t tell me what I can and cannot do; there is something wrong with
his tracker!� She rolled her eyes. Honestly, how bright he was. Shuffling could
be heard in the background as he started to move. �Stay right there and do not
touch anything else.�

Dial tone.

�� Mumbling
pathetic underneath her breath she hanged back the phone and went to check out the
map again. It was as she about to reach up to try the scanner again that she
noticed the blood on the floor by the couch. It wasn�t a lot of it, but it was
there. In Chang�s office, by his couch, looking dark and sticky as if it had
been there for days.

�� Her
rational mind told her not to panic. But her heart started to thump loudly
inside her chest and tears started to pool in her eyes. If the Gods truly hated
her that much, why did they always see fit to hurt the ones that she loved?
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