Into The Rain
Part 10: Sizz and Kill-time
The guard drug me out of the room but as I was leaving I caught my eyes onto a group of four. Two girls and two guys were looking back to me. One made a move.
"Hold it, guard." She walked up to me and ran a hand through my hair. After she pulled it away, she looked to the blood on her hand. "You're taking him to escort the Princess, right? I would clean him up." She took a step back and it was at that time I could see what she looked like.
Deep crimson hair spread down her back, almost dripping like my blood on her hand. Her skirt reached a relatively high area on her thigh, hinting black shadow, nothing more. Her shirt wasn't that covering either, a tube top that was cross-stitched in the center, showing a hefty amount of cleavage. A painted face illustrated the counterfeit beauty she didn't have. This must have been Sizz.
Behind her was a man with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the cement wall. His jet-black hair was slicked back by a handful of gel. A few remaining parts of hair cascaded over his face adding to his mystery. He was wearing a deep gray trench coat with a deep marine-blue turtleneck under it. I noticed the black gloves covering his hands and a couple handles sticking out of the deep trench coat pockets. Kill-time, I presume.
That left the blonde to the left to be Arid and the Asian to the right: Key. Those two looked halfway normal. Arid looked like the friendly boy next door. He was wearing a pair of jeans with a pair of tennis shoes. A ribbed sweater added to the green sea in his eyes. I couldn't believe that he was a terrorist. Key struck me as pleasant as well. She was wearing a black suite and glasses. Her Asian orient showed her elegant nature. The straight, midnight hair fell freely over her shoulder to her mid-back. She looked like she belonged as a lawyer instead of a war mastermind.
I was pulled out of the room, but Sizz followed. I must have caught her attention some how. Shit, just what I needed right then. The man shoved me into a room that looked like a private head quarters.
"Get cleaned up, there are clothes on the bed. Don't try anything, there are cameras everywhere. We have some one to watch you as well." What? Did they think I was going to try to escape through the drain? There weren't any windows! And on top of that I wasn't going to leave without Duo.
Sizz snuck through the door and smiled to me as she locked it. "Hiya, my name is Sizzle, Sizz for short. And you are?" She smiled and extended her hand. I didn't want anything to do with her, I was in a sticky situation altogether. "Heero Yuy." I said and shook her hand for a total of 1.002 seconds. I looked around and she walked closer. "You heard him, we have to get you cleaned up." She teased along the rim of my t-shirt.
"Yes, and I'm going to but I'm modest, turn around." She shook her head plainly. "You don't need to be modest around me. Besides, I need a shower too. I just had quite a workout with that captain."
My body twitched. "Captain?"
She smiled harmoniously. "Yeah, I think you know him as Duo."
If that bitch laid a finger on him…
I trailed off in my thought and shook my head.
"Well, you only have so much time. The Princess is going to give a speech in a half hour. Therefore as the escort, you need to be all cleaned up and ready by then." She began to pull off my shirt. "You haven't said more then three words to me. I'm going to have to devise a plan to get you talking more, after all you have quite a sexy voice."
After a moment of stating at me her grin turned wicked. "I think I have a strategy. After all, Duo seemed to like it."
I pulled away abruptly. "Stop now. I'm just going to take a shower and you can watch till your sick little heart is content, but don't touch me."
She looked even more turned on. "Oh, is that so?" She ran a hand through her hair and grinned even more. I stripped off my clothes and marched over to the shower. She followed and my heart sped up. I closed my eyes and turned the faucet on as the shower head sprayed down onto my body.
I looked to the plastic floor of the shower as a light mist of red spread across the floor from my blood. I grabbed the shampoo next to the body wash and poured it onto my scalp. Pain injected into me as it meshed with the cuts along my scalp. At least the pain was in better thoughts then what lies outside: a little slut that has one thing on her mind. I had one thing on my mind as well: Duo. Her eyes where fixed on me and I wanted to rip them off. But I couldn't do anything; it wasn't in my power. She stood up to walk over and I tried to wash the shampoo out of my hair as I could. She was taking long strides, still trying to seduce me. Finally, I washed out all of the shampoo out.
I stepped out of the shower and headed straight for the clothes that were laid out on my bed. Sizz pouted a bit, her scarlet lips creasing with her painted brow. I hated those that artificial. "Now come on, I was going to help you wash your back."
I shook my head. "I'm fine now. I don't have that much time to change anyway so I need to hurry."
"But you don't want a dirty back, come back in." She purred into my ear and once again, I cringed.
"I'll manage."
"No one likes a spoiled sport." I toweled my hair and kept an eye on her. She was advancing once again, closer by the moment. I pulled on the boxers they had laid out and then the tailored pants. I buttoned up the shirt and tucked it into my pants, sipping them up. Over the shirt I pulled on the coat and buttoned that as well. I looked like a bellboy at some elaborate hotel. Over the coat I pulled another coat, the layers seemed ideal in the chic environment Oz seemed to be fond of.
"I better be going."
Sizz shook her head. "But I'm not done with you yet."
I stared angrily. "Yes you are."
Yet again, pouting like a child that didn't get her way, she shook her head. "If you insist, but I will be back later."
I walked out of the room looking to the guard. "Now where are we going?"
The guard stopped. "You get an guide as well."
"So I see Oz is as formal as ever. The escorts get escorts." I chuckled.
"And I can see that you, Mr. Yuy, are as sarcastic as usual."
I shrugged my shoulders back. "Whatever you say."
At the same time, the guard stepped down and a certain man with jet-black hair stepped forward. Kill-time. "I suppose you have heard of me. My name is Kill-time." He said simply. His voice was exceptionally rich, but not as deep as I would have expected.
"Why is a person like you playing attendant?"
"You would be surprised the various jobs I have had in the past. This one isn't appealing in the least," he chuckled. I looked down and observed as his feet began moving. I looked up and had one question to ask him.
"'Kill-time,' is that a nickname?"
He smirked. "Would any parent in their right minds call their children 'Kill-time?'"
I suddenly felt self-conscious. "I have meet some very interesting people in my life. It wouldn't surprise me if they did."
"Mine was a nickname. I suppose you want to know why?"
I nodded and he thought for a moment. "A while ago, the Quintet was a Trio. They found me, almost dead. Sizz took a special liking to me; to her I was just another toy. But then Key realized my potential and told Arid all about what she saw. Arid agreed in that and they decided to see how much potential I had. I'm sure they weren't disappointed. The Trio became a Quintet and they didn't think that my original name cut it."
"How did they come up with Kill-time?"
"I hated waiting. When I was younger I was incredibly arrogant and my lack of patients was my downfall. I told other of their lack of, but I was the only one that couldn't wait. Sizz was bored one day and decided to look up 'wait' in a thesaurus. That was probably the only book she could tolerate. She came across the word 'kill time' and though that it had flare. I agreed and I became Kill-time."
"That's probably the oddest way to get a nickname I have heard of yet."
"What about being named after a pacifist when you're a cold-blooded killer? Not even an odd way, but a complete oxymoron. Why haven't you gone back to your old name now that the doctors are dead?"
I watched the ceiling with fascination. "I forgot my name a long, long time ago. What was your real name?"
"One that I wish I could forget."
I thought nothing of the fact that he was avoiding it. It was probably some brainless name like Dilbert. We stopped before a pair of double-doors. "We're here." I looked back to Kill-time again; I had one last question. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you in this group? I know that there is something you're not telling me or anyone else about. Something just doesn't fit, it's out of place."
A grin overcame his face. "Well, maybe one day you'll figure it out."
There was something, I was sure of it. Damn, another thing to worry my mind about. I swear they were all just cluttering my mind with all this trivia until what really matters is too clouded up to think about. A new strategy? No, I was just getting paranoid.
The doors swung open to another room where Relena was sitting getting ready. I knew it was Relena from the wheat-blonde hair being made up by a couple maids. As I walked around to the front side I was shouted at.
"Turn around! Her majesty isn't dressed!" One of the maids shouted.
"My god, I'm in a freakin' slip! Oh no! He may see my legs and arms!" Relena replied sarcastically.
I walked around commenting, "I bet you like the royal treatment."
She glared at me and gestured to my hands. "Yeah, hand-cuffed to a chair, I really missed that."
One of the maids bowed. "Forgive us, Relena-sama, but it was of the general's orders. We had no say in it what so ever."
I watched, sitting down, as they combed out the waterfalls of hair that Relena had grown over the years.
My eyes strayed around the room, looking for an escape path. I heard the click of a gun. I looked back around and one of the maids had momentarily dropped the handful of Relena's hair to point the gun at me. "Just because you're not handcuffed to a seat doesn't mean that you are free. We're just being hospitable." I froze. She was a point-blank range and if she were to fire, no matter how horrible her aim, it would be A Hero's Death all over again.
"Like we said, Yuy-sama, please stay seated until we are finished helping Relena-sama out."
I nodded and watched as they set their guns back into the holders momentarily. They were trained to draw in an instants notice, so I wasn't going to try anything against them. Twisting the long lengths of blonde into braid, they continued their weaving session until the braids were done in three sections. From the three sections, they wrapped upward into a bound bun on the top of her head, leaving the braid tails to fall freely.
"Relena-sama, please stand up."
"Handcuffs." She reminded smartly. Drawing out a key, one of the maids momentarily lifted the lock to a liberated state. Guiding the handcuffs each through a sleeve in the dress there were re-locked to a bar supporting the roof. Facing the pole, Relena took a deep breath in as the maids finished preparing the dress from the back.
I lowered my head to the ground, with no weapon of my own I, pathetically, didn't stand a chance against a group of common maids.
End of part ten
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