"Memories/painful and forgoten/ the breaking of a glass
kingdom"
~chapter2~
'Milliardo'..... the name
echoed in zechs head, He sat back against a wall of the one room that he rented
from a motel across from the bar 'Milliardo Peacecraft' hmm he breathed out "so
much in my past and yet my present and my future are black"
he closed his eyes
with the low hum of a fan in the window and thought of his past in the glassy
relms of the sank kingdom...........he ran through the daffodil covered fields
rolling and basking in the sunlight, such behavior for the young prince was
uncomun.........."Young prince" Zechs eyes surged open in frusrtation at the
memories pouring back of the day while he was six years old when the peacecraft
kingdom was overthrown by the federation.
The lines of his jaw and mouth curled
into a growl as he said again "Young Prince,.. I am no prince but that of
someone that lives in his own nightmare that he's created," he thought again of
that day..........The breeze was warm as he was self indulging in the rays of
the sun and gazing upon the flowers, enjoying this 'perfect' day.........."I was
selfish" he yelled into the night air as he stood and walked to the window "I
brought this all upon myself".
...........young milliardo's moments of enjoyment
were shattered as he heard and felt the afteraffects of an explosion within the
kingdom, he turned with a horrified look on his face to see at least a dozen
mobile suits flying towards the sank kingdom and bombing it, the young boy ran
down though these fields of daffodils and enjoyment towards the shattered scene
of his families kingdom being attacked. young milliardo ran towards theyre home
to see most of the building in flames........ Zechs doubled over on the floor
against the wall again in pain, his eyes were shut so tight that they burned he
held his fist firmly against his stomach. he couldnt keep thinking of his
forgotten past his painful memories of home 'home' hmm he turned and picked up
his half empty glass and took another drink of the alchohol in it, he sat with
one arm on his knee bent on the floor.
"I have no home" he said in a snarl "I
create my fantasy's of a home once forgotten, but the truth of the reallity is
that I am the only one that destroys what little bit of a home that I may create
for myself" he looked up at the ceiling and at the shadows dancing around from
the flashes of light cast by the street far below him he though to himself 'I
was selfish and ignorant when I was young and then my family died and so did my
little happiness then in the wars I abandoned what a home I had create with OZ
by triezes side' he stopped short at the thought of trieze and again he though
of the past while he was still in his obliviouse younger years with his family
in their kingdom, and of the time he first met the noble
trieze.........Milliardo was being pushed with his tottler sister down the
stairs of theyre elegant home to see and greet another one of his fathers
guests, he kept his eyes fixed on the figure of a young boy in the greeting hall
in front of them, as theyre nanny left then to theyre parents he turned to face
these newcomers. "So glad to be in your presense, young prince" this boy a bit
older than ,milliardon said while bowing with such elegance for a young lad.
milliardo mirrored this greeting without saying a word. but he noticed that this
boy's gaze never left his face, 'what does this boy think... he is intiguing' he
thought to himself.
the next few days were confusing for milliardo, for this
young boy provoked milliardo into new thoughts and emotions about wars and
'life', this boy was none other than Trieze Kushrenada at this time he was only
9 years old three years older than his new playmate, and had such a facination
with the young and spirited milliardo.
Milliardo could tell that this boys
feelings went deeper than friendship, but he was really to young to understand
such things although he was highly skilled in many other factors for his age.
His bond with the young trieze grew as the few days went by while the families
were staying together, and finaly on the last day that teize was to stay,
milliardo's trust had grow so much that they spend the afternoon watching the
clouds leaned up against each other at the base of milliardo's special tree and
then the young milliardo layed his head on triezes lap and gently dreamed the
afternoon away, his dreams were of fighting alongside this new playmate of
his............Zechs slammed his hand on the floor only to have the numbing pain
returned from the deep gnashes from the glassthat had cut into his skin, "Darn
how could I have done that,
My father always pushed the fact that wars never
solved anything that pacifism was the only way, and then treize, that soo long
ago helped those thoughts enter my head" he lifted his hand up to his face to
let the blood smear against his cheek, he closed his eyes to the warming feeling
of this pain in his hand "Trieze why did you have to make me care for you, If
only I didnt have to have been so foolish while I was still young" Frustated and
worn out he layed down on the cold wooden floorboards and fell asleep to the
painful and forgotten memories of his 'Home' the glass kingdom.
"Miss
Relena, Please reconsider this action" said the captain of her security "Just
because you say he's your brother we cannot risk your saftey, remember the times
that he put your life at risk?" the captain pleaded of her. relena looked at him
with her pure looking face and said
"I'm sorry if I let you down with this , but
even though my life has been threatened have I ever been afraid" she put her
hand on the captains shoulder, "You've always done your job, you did what you
could for my father befor OZ killed him and you've done everything possible for
me, I thank you for that, but if my brother really is back, I wish to see him"
she looked out the window
"There is nothing I can do about what's happened in
the past, brother, and I wish you could be here to rule alongside me, I cannot
do this alone" she turned to look at the captain "My brother is the rightful
leader of this nation" she turned again to look out onto the sank kingdoms land
"If it were that he really took the pacifist ways to his heart, but because of
what these wars did to him and what OZ did to him, he cannot be choked of the
reallity that he's lived thruogh, that living nightmare that he went thruogh
with trieze. He's a warrior at heart, just as much as he's a leader truthfully.
but as I cannot tie those gundam piolets down to this new life I cannot tie
milliardo down either and my brother is far more unrully and set in his ways."
relena smiled at herself and said "I wonder what he was like as a child, he must
have been quite his own master to be as he is today" she sat down at her desk
arranged a few papers and finished with the captain by saying "I dont care how
you do it but I want my brother found,
secureity or no security, that'll be all"
the captain bowed alittle as he left the room. leaving relena to herself. ' they
just dont understand' she thought then she said aloud "If they really understood
they would know how alone I was, with mother gone away all the time. I have
nobody, my brother and herro were the only people I cared about and yet they
chose to leave my life completely,..hmm" she snickered aloud "why is it that I
always care for the strange mysteriouse type, any male thats been in my life
since father died, either tryes to kill himself, the world, or me, and yet I
still fall for them and give into theyre total want of control and leadership"
she opened the bottom drawer of her desk and geltly plled out a photograph, she
ran her fingers over the picture, of her brother and herself when they were
quite young, he was holding her on his lap, you could see that he did care for
his sister. she looked up with a vengence in he eyes "If you didnt care about me
you wouldnt have made sure that I got this seat of reign over the sank kingdom,
you couldve killed me many of times but instead you made sure that I became the
earths leader" relena had many confusing thoughts on her mind 'ohh brother I
feel like those guys have played with my mind, all these games have piled up and
I cant take it any more' she continued to think to herself 'you'll see you two
will come to me in time, herro, milliardo, only this time ther'll be no games
between you two for you are to much alike you both want to see who can outwit
the other but I'll tame you both in time' she slammer her drawer of the desk
shut and left the room running down the hallway.
Nations, military
powers, revelutions, wars, soldiers, assasinations, Machinery, coupdeata's,
Mobile suits, mobile dolls. Anything associated with his life seamed hateful and
sinful. Zechs rolled over to feel the burning sunlight hit his eyes. Last night
was just another Scary dream of the past, that was added now to all the rest. He
hated to open his eyes, he felt the pounding in his head he could hardly think
straight. All that was numbed last night came into a fearful reallity, the pain
hit him like a curse. he held his hand up to his face and looked at the deep
wounds, that only reminded him more of alll the wrongs that he has caused. Zechs
sat slowly up bracing himself against the wall which was where he had sat last
night he clenched his throbbing hand. "Noin you are amonst the stars, you are
alot closer to god than I ever will be" he said with a hateful smile on his face
still holding on to his wounded hand he stood up still using the wall as a
crutch "Darn, that hurts" He squeezed his hand shut to forget the pain, a few
droplets of blood trickled down his arm somehow the sight of the blood calmed
him. he closed his eyes thinking of noin "All the soldiers I lost in the wars,
all the pain they went through is nothing compared to this, but noin, how I
worry of your safety" he growled a little under his breath while he wrapped a
bit of cloth around his hand. Zechs looked out at the city streets, "all these
people and yet theyre so naive and obliviouse, this peace is theyre crutch to
hide all the wounds of wars, they pretend that they do not exist, but all the
destrution and pain that life has caused in the past has not gone away, at least
not the true soldier like myself. The wounds just keep rearing theyre ugly heads
over and over again, growing more painfull and stronger each time" he turned and
sat down on the closed seat of the toilet and grabbbed his head in thought "The
pain, and the memories can drive anyone to thyre end, but for someone like
myself that has lived through the most of the ideas and wars and Oz and
Romefeller and the Aliance, it just drives that person mad with such battles
inside themselves, I cannot decide what to make of my life there is no place in
this world for zechs Merquise, for Oz and Romefellwer and the Aliance are all
gone. and there is no place for Milliardo Peacecraft, because there is no need
for revolts or the destruction of earth. Each name holds out a meaning, and when
a name is mentioned everyone imediatly asumes what is happening, I have brought
these demons on myself" zechs stood up and walked towards the door "I should
have died with the peacecrafts, My mother. My Father. but relena,"He looked down
at his hand again "She is the rightful leader she would be just fine without me
now, so mayby now is as good a time as any, I can cause no more harn to noin or
anyone this way" he walked down the hallway to leave the motel "Who has need for
me a 'killer of his own men' or the attempted destroyer of earth, or a pacifist
gone bad. how could I live still with these Painfull memories in this cursed
soul of mine? Memories of this fantasy kingdom of glass which I called home. My
mind has played so many games on itself that I sometimes believe that I was once
happy, how could I be so selfish, Now my memories can become truly forgotten by
anyone" he slammed the screen door that led out onto the city streets of
Victoria in search for a way to end his pain.
