TRUST ME By Aeris->lucky.violet@mailcity.com ATTENTION!!! I have acquired knowledge through various sources that there is a certain fanfic out there called "The Meeting" by an Aeris. Well, guess what. It isn't me! I repeat, THE MEETING IS NOT BY THIS AERIS. So to the other Aeris, whoever you are and if you're reading this, please make the necessary actions because I am offended by the fact that an author has used my name. I have got some emails who has your fanfic as the subject, I'll forward them to you, OK? ********************************************************************** NINE ********************************************************************** Today was definitely the worst time of Seiya's life. That call last night... It really scared him, because he senses that somehow, someway, there was a hole in his theory. There was something missing. That was it. There was that clue, the call Darien made. If he really loved Mina, he wouldn't care a bit if Serena was with Seiya now. And if Darien really wanted Serena out of his hands, all he had to do was tell her; Darien wasn't going to be in the headlines for it. Then what was it? True, he had his only love with him, but somehow something's wrong. He can sense it. He KNOWS it. It's almost like something that he knows and it's right in front of him, but it's too close to see clearly. Whatever it is, he has to find out. His conscience is killing him. Seiya knew that he was dealing with something big. He can sense it. And he was also sensing that there was more to it than what meets the eye. He senses that he was going to uncover something that could mean the end of the person he loves, the people that person loves, or he himself. He was going to find out. He has to. Or else, he'd have to be himself no more. Or rather, he would be no more. Dr. Cloud Watson sat in his chair, puffing cigarettes. He hasn't done it for the past few months, but then, he hasn't really been as confused as now. Dr. Watson smokes only when in deep thinking. Some- how, it soothes him though he knows what damage cigarettes can do to his lungs. And what might be the cause of such distress? There was only one answer: Tori. He still loves her, and he knows it. He also knows that they can still be together. He knows that Tori still have something for him, though it is not as great as his. But some time spent together can make them remember those times, and bring them back. But what about Tiff? Ah, he responded to himself, that's nothing. Tiff only used him as an ornament, a way to meet more people. Or perhaps it was for money. Tiff has never loved him, or her own kids. All he cares about is money and men. Cloud was never enough. And he very well knew why: Cloud spent almost the whole of his life in the hospital, and when he got home he was too weary to share her bed. And Tiff was furious. But for all he knew, hundreds of men have been in the bed that Cloud bought. And shared with Tori, a small voice in his mind again. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. He blew another puff of smoke. Why can't I get Tori off my mind? And why did I ever marry that bitch? The latter was a very good question to ponder upon. On second thought It was not. The answer was very clear. He wanted to forget Tori. Even back then, Tori was always on his mind. She was his life, and there was not a reason as to why he should get her out of his life, except that their jobs brought them complications in communication, not exactly financially, but it was there. There was no clear explanation as to why he let the marriage slip away though his love for Tori remains unchanged all this time. And Tiff was probably the perfect way to forget Tori. They look nothing alike. Tori was brunette, petite, and bubbly, and serious when the situation requires it. Tiff was blond, tall and sensual and was an absolute nymphomaniac. Cloud winced at that thought. But then another thought, a different matter, which popped up in his head. It was the disappearance of Bunny Thompson -- Serena Tsukino, he corrected himself -- which bothered him. For all he knew, Serena and Tori were the closest of all, and the reason why she suddenly left was a complete puzzle. And it troubled him. Why? Probably because it was a way on getting back with Tori. Or perhaps because of this instinct that tells him that he is somehow responsible for this, and he has to finish this, and fast. Teresa was in her house, and was deep in thought. Overnight, she has aged ten years: there were big, dark circles around her eyes, her hair which used to be silky was now unkempt -- and it was obvious -- and her once angelic voice was now hoarse, rough. She could barely sleep at night, she couldn't have a single hour of rest, and all she could think about was Serena and Seiya. What's gotten into them? What happened all the while that they were out of sight? Teresa couldn't understand it. And she doubts she ever will. What is it natural thing to him; it was a past-time, an enjoyment, a recreation, a revenge. Deep inside his dark soul, he has been hurt by those people. Rejected, resented, cast out of the high society where he used to belong. But not long after, he built himself into a real man, a man that those people will always need for their little irritations. And their payment was huge: a large sum of money, and his vengeance. Yes, he kills his employers not long after (two to three months), his vengeance. And another time for his recreation has come... Soon... Seiya was afraid - no, terrified. He is terrified of the danger he knew he was facing, and knew it was more than what meets the eye. And so as soon as he got enough energy - and courage - to get up and go out, he went to a private investigation agency, and got on a case, for the supposed accident of Serena Tsukino a.k.a. Bunny Thompson. His detective was named Bray, Peter Bray. ********************************************************************** Short, huh? Well, stayed tuned for the next chapter!