Author's Note:
This part continues "Complications" directly, I intended to include some of this portion in the previous part, but after what suddenly came up in Blackmoon Forest, it just wasn't suitable. Rebuilding parts are getting shorter. ^^;; That, of course, mean that I can update faster. However, I have to warn you though that after this segment, I won't update for quite a while. The next update will be sometime in October during my semester break, but when Rebuilding is updated then, the Aveh-Nisan Chapter will be finished. Til then, enjoy reading. ^^
By the way, it may be better if you read the "Prologue of the Kislev Chapter: To know the past..." before this part.
REBUILDING
Part
Four of the Aveh-Nisan Chapter
Planted
Seeds
written
by Yen
version
(9/30/99)
In
this world and existence itself, things are never simple. Times
and places intertwine all too easily…
Location: Nortune, Kislev...
"Are you sure?" Billy asked, and Elly's image on the screen smiled.
"Praised be to the Almighty! I've all but given up hope on those two."
Elly laughed, just as delighted as he was. "You're not the only one. Sr. Agnes over here has been singing the hallelujahs with the other sisters."
"I don't blame her. When it comes to Bart, you need a miracle to make him see the obvious."
"Or a good punch in the face."
?
***
Sometime later, Billy was hurrying down a corridor and barged in unceremoniously into Rico's office. "Rico, wait til you hear what Elly told me!"
The room was empty.
? That's strange, he's usually here at this time.
"He had been summoned to the Council Chamber." The low husky voice made him whirl around in surprise. Sabela Casn stood just two step away from him, a flirtatious smile on her lips and a thoughtful look in catlike green eyes.
Billy tensed involuntarily, uncomfortable by the way she considered him, her gaze descending from his face to move slowly down his body. When she lifted her head, he could see the tip of her tongue protrude invitingly between her lips.
Oh Lord, protect me... He prayed silently as he nodded politely to her. "Thank you, Miss Casn." He then waited for her to go on her way. She didn't.
"You know my name," she said softly. She took a step towards him and stopped when he started back quite visibly. "How... flattering..."
She again looked over him slowly, eyes raking him seductively. "Please call me Sabela."
She took the other step, and Billy was hard put not to back away from her. Casn reminded him far too much of a serpent, and he, her victim. ... That did it.
Billy forced himself to smile at her and said that it would be an honor to call her by name, after which, he firmly excused himself and left.
Outside,
he walked away at a moderately fast clip. When he turned around
the next corner, Billy made the sign of the cross and begged the
Lord to forgive him for lying.
***
Let
me tell you something. Good enemies should never make themselves
obvious.
***
"Rico! Hey Rico!"
Billy sighed with relief when his friend finally heard him. He watched as Rico stopped and turned towards him, allowing Billy to catch up to him.
"What is it?" Rico said gruffly. Other people may hesitate with the bigger obviously intimidating and mutant councilor, but not the former etone who immediately smiled a greeting. Casually throwing an arm around Rico's neck, he pulled the taller man's head down to his level and whispered furtively into his ear.
The smile that appeared slowly on Master Banderas' face was definitely friendly, though people and staff still gave him and Reverend Black a wide detour as they hurried on through the busy corridors of Nortune's Council Hall.
Sometime later, they were back in Rico's office having lunch together as was their usual habit. Rico preferred not to eat in public, and Billy couldn't blame him. His companion still had great difficulty dealing with his position in the Council. In their group, he had the hardest time fitting into the power structure of the New World Order. Despite all this time, the issue of mutants, have-nots, demi-humans, and the like is still of considerable concern.
Rico's "When are you going back to Aquavy?" startled Billy out of his thoughts.
"Huh?" Billy looked up from his plate of grilled fish and chicken to meet Rico's solemn eyes. "Oh that… The council has informed me that the budget cannot afford the expedition…"
Rico suddenly slammed his fist against the table, nearly knocking their lunches to the floor. Billy could only stare at him as he stood up and purposely walked towards the door.
"Those bastards!" Rico cursed. "How dare they…"
"Rico!" Billy shouted, standing up and quickly overtaking him. "Where do you think you're going?"
"To drive some sense into those idiots' minds!" Rico replied derisively, shoving the smaller man aside, but Billy dug his heels into the carpeted floor and held on grimly to Rico's arm, keeping him from moving further.
Rico glared at him and lifted his arm, causing Billy to dangle from it very much like a child playing in the monkey-bars. Pale blue eyes looked back at him stubbornly, and Billy tightened his hold. "This is not something which can be solved through brute force, Rico!"
They remained in that position for quite some time before Rico grunted and finally lowered his arm, allowing Billy's feet to touch terra-firma once again.
He sighed, relieved and slowly unlocked his arms from around Rico's biceps. His muscles ached from having to hang on like that, but he remained alert just in case Rico decided to go on with his plan. Sometimes, he felt and did consider himself as Rico's guardian and the Council's guard for that matter. This wasn't the first nor the last time that Rico and the Council butted heads together.
"I am tired," he heard Rico murmur, "I am tired of having to exchange meaningless words with those people." He turned away from Billy and walked back toward his desk.
"You
shouldn't have anything more to deal with me, Billy," he
continued hoarsely, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "They
look down on people like me and anyone with us. I only make
trouble for you, Fei and the others. I… I should
resign."
***
"Good idea." Rico tried to ignore the pain that came with Billy's words.
"It will be great to have your company," Billy continued cheerfully, "You will come with me to Aquavy, won't you?"
He whirled in surprise and stared at a smiling Billy. "What the hell are you talking about?" He demanded.
Billy's
smile turned into a grin as he walked back to the table and his
dinner. Seating himself, he first took a bite of his meal before
answering Rico, "Father is fed up the Council's interfering
with Jugend." He paused, allowing Rico to get back to his
own chair. "When the Council refused to back my expedition
to Aquavy, he took matters into his own hands." There was a
proud twinkle in Billy's eyes. "Now, Jugend is funding my
trip to the islands, providing of course, that I locate a
suitable site for a new academy.
***
The Aquavy Expedition
Bishop William Black's pet project. The continent of Ignas was the center of the Rebuilding effort, commencing from Kislev to Nisan to Aveh. With the reestablishment of the three capital cities, minor undertakings such as the Thames Proposal and the Lahan Project begun. It was the then Reverend Black's suggestion to utilize ships from the Thames Project in order to explore Aquavy and determine its present condition. The Jugend Academy, then located in Nortune, provided the necessary financial back-up upon the Council's refusal to sponsor the Expedition.
Jugend Academy
Learning and training center with the same name as its Solarian equivalent. Established in Nortune under the headmastership of one Jessiah Black, it wasn't long before the Academy and the Council came into disagreement over certain Academy practices. Most notably, the arguments centered on Jugend admission rights. While Headmaster Black believed that it was the potential of the admittee that mattered, the Council insisted that "non-humans" be banned from entering into the Academy. Due to this discord, Jugend was transferred to a new facility located in one of the Isles of Aquavy, only a few island hops away from the Black Learning Center, also known as the Silver Bell University.
Taken
from "Time of Rebuilding"
***
Rico continued to stare at Billy, finally realizing what the other man had said unspoken. "You're going to resign from the Council, aren't you?"
Billy shrugged and gave him a charming smile. "Rico, the only reason I'm still on the Council is because you're still in it, too." When Rico tensed, he added firmly, "I have even less affection for those hypocrites than you have. They have undermined every one of my projects in Nortune, especially my hospices for the have-nots. In the schools, my doctrine of tolerance was replaced by one of bigotry. If you resign," he continued solemnly, his eyes locked steadily with his, "my work means nothing. They will win."
Rico closed his eyes, leaning wearily against his chair. Lifting his hands to his face, he massaged his temples and shook his head fiercely, his blazing red hair cascading wildly about him. He was not one to show weakness easily, and Billy was one of the privileged few he allowed to see his despair. So I wasn't the only one…
"Those bastards…" He finally lowered his hands. Renewed determination shined clear in his dark eyes, and he smiled crookedly at Billy. "They won't win," he promised, "Not while I'm still around."
Billy laughed and grabbed his glass of wine. The liquor gleamed azure as he held it up in a toast. "To our continued perseverance, Rico."
Rico chuckled and duplicated his actions. Afterwards, he added dryly, "I'd rather drink to the Council's demise."
"Now, now, old friend," Billy reproved, "Let us not succumb to their level. We should love our enemies."
"Ugh… do you really believe in that nonsense?"
"Fire is best fought with water."
"… You're giving me a headache."
Unknown
to them, their conversation was not at all private. On one of
Billy's sleeves, a tiny metallic object gleamed unnoticed. It
transmitted a steady stream of information to a recorder unit
located in Sabela Casn's chambers.
***
Believe
me, there is always a reason or two for everything.
***
One
of the most important areas in the city of Nortune is the Jugend
Academy located in what was known as Block A, the residential
area. At present, such divisions no longer exist in the City of
Steel and Steam, the method of placing fatal collars on prisoners
had long since been deemed unnecessary, inhuman and abolished.
For reasons, yet undisclosed, the Contact Fei was the most vocal
supporter for its annulment.
***
Jessiah Black, headmaster and proud parent of two, was whistling quite happily as he walked through the halls of his academy. Every student and faculty he met automatically halted and saluted while staring in surprise at the beautiful silver-haired girl riding confidently on his back.
They soon emerged into the Academy's courtyard, and Primarea giggled when her father began running while making a noise that suspiciously sounded like a bear-cow's moo. They caused quite a stir though the people around pretended not to see them while surreptitiously glancing at them. Jessiah simply didn't care what other people think of him. His family remained most precious and mattered the most.
He laughed, pleased with his daughter's delight, and glanced at her, his pace slowing to a trot. "I'll be glad when we visit Lahan again." His blue eyes were teasing. "There, you can ride a real bear-cow and give daddy a rest, huh?" Primarea pulled his hair.
"Ouch! Okay, okay," he said dramatically, "You're the master, and I'm just a tired old bear-cow." He began mooing again and felt the kiss Primarea planted at his temple.
Tears sprang in his eyes, and he blinked furiously, hoping no one saw them. He sighed openly though when her arms slipped around his shoulders in a gentle embrace.
"I love you, daddy," he heard her whisper against his own silver hair.
Jessiah stopped besides the sparkling fountain that marked the Academy's center. Bending down slightly, he helped his daughter get off his back, and she balanced easily on the fountain's low wall.
He looked at her, seeing her mother's face in delicate features. Though both Billy and Primarea inherited his coloring, it was Raquel Black's exquisite bone structure that defined their patrician looks. Jessiah doubted that his children would be as beautiful if they took after him.
Hyuga was right. Jessiah thought as he reached out to touch her face. Primarea blinked but remained still as her father traced the fine contours. It is good that Billy and Prim looked more like Raquel then me. … Makes it more hard for me though…
It hurt him to see Raquel so clearly in their faces. He missed her terribly, and regret haunted him whenever he looked at them. He was glad that Billy had his blue eyes, at least. It was hard enough that it was her eyes that looked back at him from their daughter's face.
He felt moisture on his cheeks and blinked, realizing belatedly that he was crying. Suddenly, Primarea was hugging him, her face pressed against his neck, and Jessiah immediately buried his face in her hair, hiding his tears and his pain. Raquel… please forgive me…
When he finally lifted his head, his face was calm, and his eyes clear. He smiled fondly at Primarea as she lifted her head and looked up at him, concern warm in crystalline eyes.
"Thanks, Prim," he whispered, and a small smile graced her lips as Primarea nodded and released her embrace. Jessiah reluctantly let her go, and with a sigh turned around and glared at the spectators.
"What are you all looking at?" Students and faculty alike twitched and scattered as he roared, "Get back to your classes, or it's demerits for all of you!"
It is surprising how fast people could disappear when given enough incentive. Some people though are much more harder to intimidate.
Kahran Ramsus smiled as he approached them. "That was quite a show, Jessie."
Jessiah groaned, a bit embarrassed, as Primarea hopped down to stand beside her father, her eyes wide and watching Ramsus carefully.
"Oh, it's you, Kahr." Jessiah said, one hand reaching up to rest affectionately and reassuringly on Primarea's shoulder. "Aren't you suppose to be in the field with the graduate batch?"
The other man shrugged. "Dominia told me to take the day off." A grimace replaced his smile. "She says I have been working too hard."
Jessiah grinned. "She's one tough lady." When Ramsus agreed whole-heartedly, he added mishieviously, "Suits you to a T, so when are you going to marry her?"
"... What makes you think I'll marry her?!" Ramsus practically sputtered, and Jessiah laughed, happy to see his old friend acting like the Kahr he knew long ago.
It wasn't easy for him, Jessiah knew and thanked the lucky stars that Ramsus was able to recover as much as he did from his abuse at Krelian and Miang's hands.
Those girls are the reason, Dominia especially. Jessian thought as Kahr began citing the reasons why the idea of marriage between him and Dominia was preposterous. Deny it all you want, Kahr. Never did change. You are always like that.
"First off, she's my subordinate. I do not get personally involved with people in my command." Jessiah held his tongue in check. Now is not the time to mention Miang.
"Second, she drives me to near insanity with..."
"That's cause you like her." Jessiah quipped while Primarea hid a smile behind her hand.
"That is not what I mean," Ramsus complained, looking quite exasperated. "Let me finish. She's always underfoot, telling me what to and not to do. Like her recent claim that I needed a vacation."
"That's cause she likes you."
"Jessiah! You do not understand! A woman who likes a man shouldn't act like his keeper!"
"Uh ho, guess I should tell Dominia to quit the foreplay and go right on ahead to the main event!"
"... You're not being helpful at all."
"That's cause you're dawdling too much," Jessiah retorted, "It's obvious, she's crazy about you." He looked down at Primarea. "Isn't that right, Prim?"
She nodded, and he looked back at a flustered Ramsus. "See, everyone can see it except you. You don't give her enough credit."
Ramsus opened his mouth to say something, stopped, closed it, and glanced away, his brows furrowed as he thought hard on what Jessiah said.
Jessiah suppressed a sigh and lowered his hand to take Primarea's hand in his. "Well, we better go now."
As the two of them walked away, they heard Ramsus murmur, "Maybe, you're right... maybe."
Hallelujah! As what Billyboy would say. Primarea squeezed his hand gently, and he looked down at her, seeing relieved delight in her eyes.
"Mission accomplished, Prim," he whispered to her, "We've done our job. Let's hope the girls do their part."
Matchmakers
abound in any place and time, for love is too much a delight to
be left alone.
***
When you think about it, complex things become simple.
... what do you mean, master?
It's
like this. To succeed, be patient.
***
"Stop him!"
The shout rang out through the courtyard, and Ramsus turned towards the source just as a figure dashed out from one of the corridors. A group of students soon followed, obviously chasing him.
He was a young man, barely a teenager. His eyes were wide and fearful as he looked behind him. He didn't see Ramsus until he crashed into him.
Ramsus easily caught the boy, his body leaning back automatically as his legs braced against the force of collision. Always ready he was, but even his experience left him ill prepared when his captive started screaming and howling, struggling wildly in his arms.
Instinctively, he shoved the boy away from him. Suddenly without support, he lost his balance and landed heavily on his rump. The shrieks and howls stopped, and he looked up at Ramsus helplessly. Without warning, he started to cry.
Ramsus could only stare, befuddled, as the boy wept, burrowing his head into his arms. What's wrong with him?
"What's wrong with him?!" He glanced at Jessiah who was talking to the leader of the posse. The tall red-haired cadet shrugged helplessly and paled when the headmaster glowered at him, and glanced at the other students. "What's going on around here?!"
"Sir!" Both men turned as Seraphita walked towards them, a worried expression on her usually cheerful face.
"Seraphita," Ramsus frowned, "What's going on?" He glanced at the boy. "Who is he?"
"What's wrong with him?" Repeated Jessiah.
There was a similar helpless look in the Fire Element's eyes, but she straightened determinedly and answered calmly.
"Forgive me, sirs," she addressed both her superiors, "but I do not know what's wrong with him. His name is Peter Saznar. He's a student in my class. We were in the Fire Room when he started acting crazy. He kept screaming and shouting something gibberish. When his friends tried to help him, he ran out of the room." She nodded towards her students, who looked quite relieved at her arrival. "I ordered my class to catch him, and here we are now," she finished, looking relieved as well.
Ramsus nodded at her and turned back to Peter. He remained prone, his arms still covering his head as sobs racked his body. Slowly as not to startle him, he bend down to one knee in front of him. "Peter?" When there was no response, he looked at his cadet mates. "Who are his friends?" he asked commandingly.
The students shifted uneasily, but a young woman stepped out confidently and answered him, "Cadet Jamie Wallace, sir!" At his nod, she continued, "Cadet Saznar is new around here, but he's a nice guy." A faint flush covered her cheeks, and only a slight tremor in her voice revealed her embarrassment, "I've spend a lot of time with him."
One of the cadets snickered, and Jessiah glared at them while Ramsus asked Wallace, "Has he been acting out of the ordinary lately?"
She immediately shook her head and said unhesitantly, "No, sir. He was fine until just now. ... He will be all right, won't he be, sir?" She asked, young eyes looking hopefully at him as concern over her friend finally won over confidence.
Ramsus nodded at her reassuringly. "We will do our best to help him, cadet." At his words, she saluted again and rejoined her group.
He glanced over to Seraphita, "Dismiss your class and have someone bring the medics here."
She nodded and looked at her students. "Wallace, go to the clinic. The rest of you are dismissed!"
As the cadets dispersed, she looked back at Ramsus. "Sir, it may be a good idea to find Kelvena." At the mention of the Water Element, Ramsus nodded, and Seraphita saluted before going off.
He heard a sigh from Jessiah and looked over to the other man. "C'mon, old man, let's help Peter to his feet." He reached out to grab the cadet's arm, when he began to tremble visibly.
"No!" He screamed, jerking away from Ramsus. The former Gebler Supreme Commander frowned. "Enough, cadet!" He said reprimandingly, "We are here to help you."
There was another sob as Peter shook his head wildly, his arms still covering his face defensively.
I've just about have enough of this! He reached out once more towards Peter, when a hand fell on his shoulder. He glanced back to see Jessiah's daughter shake her head at him and then moved to kneel besides him.
"Prim?" Jessiah looked worried and she smiled reassuringly at her father before looking back at Peter. Her face was intent and gentle as she placed both her hands on Peter's shoulders. He tensed at her touch then slowly relaxed.
There was the softest murmur from her lips, and healing ether glowed azure as Holy magic flowed and coalesced around her and Peter. There was a whimper, and Peter began crying again, the sobs sounding even more mournful.
As Ramsus and Jessiah watched, Primarea moved her hands to Peter's arms and pulled firmly. There was only the slightest resistance as Peter finally looked at them.
"...
Oh shit."
***
Seth woke up, his eyes wide then narrowed. Slowly, he sat up, his head tilted slightly as if listening to something.
I see your instincts are as good as ever.
"... you mean...?"
There
was a chuckle. That's right. It has begun.
***
Location:
Lahan
"Doc! Yui! Midori! Open up!" Fei onced more knocked hard on the door of the Uzuki residence. He shivered as rain fell harder on him, the wind blew icy across his drenched form.
The door finally opened and Citan blinked owlishly at him. "Fei, what's wrong?"
He pushed past his friend and hurriedly placed a cloaked figure on the couch. Citan was quickly beside him and they soon revealed an unconscious Dan.
Fei looked worried as Citan began examining Dan. "I'm sorry to disturb you like this, Doc, but Dan suddenly started to act real weird. He kept running around the camp, shouting and screaming, and when we finally caught him, he collapsed."
"It's all right, Fei." He turned to see Yui and Midori. Citan's wife was smiling reassuringly at him while Midori blinked and yawned sleepily by her mother's side.
Fei blushed. "Sorry I woke you all up."
"Yui." He turned back to Citan who was frowning quite heavily. "Please get some clean sheets." As his wife went to the next room, he glanced at Midori, who immediately walked to a cabinet and retrieved a black satchel.
"Thank you, Midori." Citan said as she gave him his medikit. A moment later, Yui reappeared, her arms loaded with blankets. Fei offered to help her, but she shook her head politely.
"You're soaking wet, Fei." She looked at Midori, and the young girl took Fei's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen. "Come, Fei," she said, "We have to get you dry."
"But..."
"Don't worry," Yui said as Midori lead him away, "every thing will be fine."
When Fei was out of earshot, Yui looked at Citan. "Hyuga?"
"...
We will have to prepare the table for Dan."
***
Location:
Bledavik, Aveh
"Which ensemble do you think suits the young master best, Master Sigurd?"
Sigurd yawned widely and stretched before looking at Maison's presentations. "Hmm... The white one." He gestured sleepily at the silver-white outfit which consist of an elegant white long-sleeved shirt with grey trimming and ivory buttons matched with gray-white trousers and a pair of well-polished boots inlaid with strips of mother-of-pearl. There was even a shiny silver eye-patch over the left eye of the dummy. "The patch should be on the other eye, Maison."
"... Oh yes. Please excuse my error." Sigurd sighed as Maison hastily transfered all the eyepatches on the three manikins he had brought into Sigurd's chambers. He leaned back against his chair, eyeing with longing the tempting bed nearby. 'Why did I ever agree to this? He's been at it for over two hours!'
"Maison, how many more outfits are you going to show me?"
"Hmm... oh, these are the last three," Finally! "of the formal wear. Then, there is the common wear..."
"Oh no!"
"But, Master Sigurd, please," Maison said beseechingly, "The young master must look his best if he ever hopes to win Lady Marguerite's heart."
Sigurd glared at him. "Why don't you let him choose which ones to wear?"
"I have already done so, but his taste is astrocious. All he ever chooses are the red ones!"
"... Maison, haven't you noticed? I picked all the white ones!"
"... oh."
"Sig, Maison..."
Both of them turned to see Bart enter the bedroom. He looked somewhat haggard, and Sigurd stood up, concerned. "What is it, Bart?"
His brother blinked and slowly walked towards them, his steps wobbly.
"I... don't feel so good," he managed to whisper before collapsing.
"Young
master!"
***
None
shall be spared. No exceptions made.
***
Location:
Nisan
"Leave me alone, you two!"
"Oh come on, Margie. You can tell us." Elly grinned teasingly at the flustered girl.
"There is nothing to tell!"
"Now, Marguerite," Sr. Agnes said reprovingly, "remain truthful and honest to others and especially to yourself."
"... Go away!"
They were all in Margie's room, and its occupant was definitely suffering from a lack of privacy, peace and quiet.
"I'm telling you nothing happened between me and Bart!"
"Your face is so red," Elly observed, and Margie turned crimson, "That means something did happen."
"Nothing happened!"
"Deny it all you want, Marguerite," Sr. Agnes said, "but the truth remains in your heart."
"... You're driving me crazy..."
"See," Elly said, "You'll feel so much better if you let it out."
Her partner nodded. "There is a saying, "The truth will set you free.""
"..."
There
was a beep from the com console on her desk, and Margie happily
took the chance to escape from her tormentors.
***
"Yes?"
"Mother Marguerite, there is an emergency call from Prime Minister Harcourt."
?! "Put it through."
Sigurd's face blinked into existence on the monitor, and Margie looked back at him, worried, with both Elly and Sr. Agnes by her sides. "What is it, Sigurd?"
He closed his eye, a soft sigh escaping him, before he looked back at her. "It's Bart..." Margie's chest contracted painfully as he continued, "He's taken ill."
"No," Margie whispered, suddenly she felt so cold and grateful for the warmth of her friends' hands as they rested comfortingly on her shoulders.
"What's wrong with him?" Elly asked, and Sigurd sighed again. "We do not know. The doctors say that he is in a stable condition for the time being, and I am going to call Citan over from Lahan."
Elly nodded and glanced at Margie, who continued to stare at Sigurd. He finally smiled and said reassuringly, "Don't worry, Margie, he will be fine." He bowed his head slightly. "I will keep you all informed of his condition."
"Thank you, Sig..." Elly broke off as Margie suddenly shook her head vehemently. "I'm going to Bledavik," she said firmly.
Sigurd started and looked like he was going to protest before he relaxed, nodding at Margie. "We'll be waiting for you."
She kept her eyes steadily on him. "I'll be there soon. Thank you, Sigurd. Nisan out."
As the screen darkened, she stood up and headed for the door. "Sr. Agnes, please inform the dock to have a gear prepared for me."
Sr. Agnes was about to protest when Elly stopped her. "Regrs is always fueled and ready." As Margie turned towards her, she smiled. "Please use her."
Margie considered her for a few moments before smiling back. "No, Vierge will do, if you will let me take her."
At
Elly's nod, she left.
***
Elly sighed softly and heard Sr. Agnes' soft prayer, "Please keep her safe, Holy Sophia."
Elly closed her eyes, and Sophia answered, "I promise."
There was another beep from the com unit, and both women looked at it.
'... Why do I have this bad feeling?' Elly thumbed on the unit.
"Lady Elhaym?"
"Yes?"
"There
is a priority call from Contact Fei."
***
It
is quite true. I never like to make things simple.
***
To be continued...
Author's note: As you may have noticed, I want through this part quite fast. Not so much description and detail. It is angst all the way. To be honest, I hate leaving Rebuilding so hanging this way. That is why in the next update, this particular plot-line will be finished. Til then.
By the way, what do you think of the fic so far? ^^
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