Sincere

Prologue
It’s not fair. I thought to myself as I watched the lovely diva sing her rock chorus songs. She seemed to be so free on the stage, how her mouth sprung loose such beauty in words and notes. She was the newest thing and the hottest in the music industry, and by the rate she was going no one would forget her name. I sat in my seat and watched with a tub of Dutch chocolate ice cream in my lap, and my honey blonde hair wild from the tangles and stress of the early morning meetings. I had taped this so I could watch it in the comfort of my room. My brother was fast asleep and I was sure that my body guards had left to their quarters. I could watch the angel as she sang.

The crowed screamed her name, and girls with red faces jumped to their highest to reach her boot. She smiled and looked down like she actually loved them. In which I knew she did. She loved every and each fan that she could have. She appreciated them better than any of the other artists out. I envied her.

She stopped from screaming the high beat notes and the music slowed down, her burgundy red hair fell around her nice round face, as her Prussian blue eyes blinked away the sweat droplets. She laughed weakly and sat down on the stool that was place beside her. She breathed heavily and her words were shaky as spoke about the next song. She was wearing a simple black torn t-shirt and ripped up jeans, her lips barely had gloss and her pink cheeks were natural. Moli giggle and began the next song.

Meanwhile, there I am sitting on my couch in a long button up t-shirt, with nothing under and the political leader of the world at only the mere age of 17. I was tired of this confined lifestyle; I was tired of my bodyguards and my brother. And As I scooped up another helping of my ice cream, my mobe rang on the glass coffee table in front of me. I set down me delicious junk food and picked it up, knowing the number all to well. I answered in a low husk of a voice that I had picked up from the boys that surrounded me every day.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby…” It was her, her voice sounds so sweet and innocent, a lot different from the mature songstress that was on my television. “You’re watching me? I sang one just for you…”

My heart skipped a beat. She didn’t know how much she affected me, or how much I loved hearing her… I missed her. I wanted to sneak out and meet her today but I couldn’t find a passage way that my guards didn’t know about.

Relena: Yeah I’m watching it right now…Man are you feeling okay you look tired up there

Moli: It’s like when you give you’re speeches…you get nervous and that takes up a lot of energy… when I sing I give out all my energy to my fans…I sing for them cause it makes them happy.

There was a small pause before she spoke out the words that I wanted to hear.

Moli: You make me happy Rell

Relena: You make me happy Mo-mo

She giggled at her nick name, but in the background I heard the door open. She gasped.

Moli: I’ll have to call you back later baby…

Relena: Come and visits me tomorrow…if you can.

Moli laughed as always. She always laughed at me and it always made me feel like I was younger than her, that she was protecting me. When I knew that it was me who needed to protect that nightingale from the world. I wouldn’t let her become a slave to anyone, but me.
Was I in love with her?

Moli: Don’t worry, I was planning on it anyways. See yah tomorrow…

Relena: Bye.

I couldn’t find myself to say it. It wasn’t the right time. I needed to tell her when she would least expect it. I had to tell her when I knew that she felt the exact same way.

*~*
Moli put her mobe down on the kitchen counter and looked at the clock. Her brother was heading in at 1 am. She had only come in only a few minutes before him. She had been changing while she was talking to her sweetie on the phone. She was already in her black shorts and fitted top with hot pink borders. Her legs were bare and her heavy chest bounced as she trotted to the living room. He was on his mobe talking to one of his friends/employees. He threw his long trench coat on the white couch, and sank down to the floor to pull off his muddy boots, his chocolate brown bangs were matted to his forehead. He huffed and sighed as he listened to his friend’s babbling.
“Okay…we’ll have a meeting about it first thing in the morning…” He looked up to notice his sister looking down at him in wonder, her head cocked to the side. He gave out another long and stressed sigh. “Look I said we’ll talk about it in the morning… okay? Alright bye.” His monotone was apparent, but like any god sister Moli knew that he was annoyed. He slammed his mobe close and smirked as he looked up at her.

Moli: Stressful day?

She asked, batting her eyes. He responded with a “Hmph” and a grunt as he pulled himself up to his feet. His eyes that matched her color but not her wideness glinted with a love. It had been too long since they had been apart from each other. But with the war finally over and they both had steady jobs it was nice to live together and play catch up. He walked passed her and loosened his tie, his white blouse was already coming undone with the buttons showing off his abs. his black slacks were a bit baggier this time. He looked as though he had gotten a good work out running after the teen delegate. If only he knew what she was up to… and why she was trying to escape them...but that was the job of her brother…the former assassin and Gundam Pilot Heero Yuy. To her she would always think of him as Oni-san.

Heero: It was tough… three meetings canceled and five attempted escapes. It’s not like she’s a prisoner….

Moli: Well you all treat her like one…

She muttered and then slapped her hand over her mouth. He looked back at her questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

Heero: That’s a different tone than what you used to call her.

He smiled. It was a secret, what they did together in the house. He could smile play around and be almost human around her, and she could be cynical unfeeling and a smart ass just like him. They lived double lives and trusted each other. Moli loved it, she loved him…she might even love… “Get those ideas out of your head…Rell has enough on her plate” She frowned at the thought of loving her.
“She doesn’t have time for the likes of me…” Moli snapped back to reality and shrugged.

Moli: It just seems that if she keeps leaving…that you guys don’t give her any breathing time…you know? She’ll keep rebelling.

Heero: She just needs to be put in hr place… she’s spoiled and always gets her way…

He said bitterly. Moli watched as he turned the corner to the hallway that led to their bathroom.

Heero: I’m going to take a shower…sis…

Moli: Then you don’t mind if I use the computer for a little while?

Heero: You better be off by the time I get out…

He threatened and then the door slammed. Moli sat down at the computer in the living room. Heero had his laptop in his room but it got bad connection there and he preferred hers and had claimed it for his own. Moli didn’t mind, she only used it now just to talk to her girls who were scattered across the colonies. She hadn’t seen them since they had been working together during the war.

She sat down and jiggled the mouse a bit and the screen came to life. “Im” boxes filled it. She laughed and typed to all of them. Only two of her friends remained on earth with her.

Psycho_Bitch: Where the fuck are you?
Koneko_Ai: My brother came home and earlier I was talking to my baby
Psycho_Bitch: Man what is he some type of white fang member or something…when he says jump you say “How high?”
Koneko_Ai: LOL Bitch kiss my ass anywho you can’t talk you’re brother hold all your money…..
Koneko_Ai: You have to kiss ass…
Psycho_Bitch: Yeah and his is no where near as cute as yours…
Koneko_Ai: Hey I got a gf
Psycho_Bitch: Yeah which I don’t understand why you became a traitor and chose her
Psycho_Bitch: Katie is going to kick you’re ass if she finds out
Koneko_Ai: Which she won’t, how did your photo shoot go today?
Psycho_Bitch: Argh don’t want to talk about it…shit MY BROS HOME!!!!
Koneko_Ai: What did he ask you to jump?
Psycho_Bitch: Funny Bitch
Koneko_Ai: No…I’m A kitty you’re the bitch…
Psycho_Bitch: I don’t have time to be playin your lil’ games g2g coffee at the same time tomorrow
Koneko_Ai: Followed by shopping in the Villa
Psycho_Bitch: Kool ttyl
*~*
Kellee turned off the computer and turned around in her chair. He stood in the doorway leaning all proper with a kind smile on his face. She rolled her eyes and stood up. Her long baby blue robe fell to her feet and her platinum blonde hair spilled over the front. She sauntered towards him, lifting a delicate manicured hand to his cheek and pinched in.

Kellee: Alright I’m going to bed you have fun on the computer Quatre.

She kissed him on the forehead, towering her little brother by a good head or so…and left him be. He only waved her a goodnight. She didn’t expect more. Kellee understood that he was particularly busy with both the family company and the body guards of that brat. Kellee detested her not for her foolish beliefs in non-violence and such, but because the beast had some how entranced her best friend and they were now dating. It didn’t click...they didn’t click…they were too different. Kellee walked up the circular grand staircase of the mansion. She was totally wiped out from the photo shoots and the acting afterwards…all to promote her new movie. Some times she wondered why she even bothered leaving the “old” business to pursue this.

She smiled to herself. “To be close to you Mo-mo…” She thought tenderly. If Moli was a rock star, and Katie the best selling romance novelist, Kellee had to outshine them all some way. Acting had been her passion, and finally out of her older sister’s house and in with her little brother made her career blossom. Kellee made it to the top and walked down the long hallway to the very end, where her bedroom awaited her. On the stand she saw a copy of Katie’s first book “Moonlighted Path” on the vase stand. She picked up and shrugged. She needed something to put her to sleep, and if she didn’t read all the hot sex scenes it would do the trick.

Kellee: Who am I fooling… I haven’t had sex since I was fifteen…

The declaration out loud made her feel even more pathetic than it did when she would lie in her bed and flip to her side, half expecting someone to be at her side. Someone looking at her… someone to kiss her goodnight passionately, Kellee growled. That someone didn’t seem to exist and if they did, they were doing a good job of hiding from her.
*~*
She pounded relentlessly on her keyboard and watched as miscellaneous letters jumbled and tangled into incomprehensive text would appear. Katie had been dry for writing for a year and six months. She used every once of her fantasies for her last twelve books and was now finding herself repeating the same thing over. She had already torn and burned three manuscripts that past month that were good enough to publish. But who would want to read the same dribble over and over again. Katie ran her fingers through her golden blonde hair and pulled her glasses off. She looked like an Michael Angelo angel, but with her red lips curled into a frown she resembled an old witch.

Katie: Alright…you…you…thing…come out and give something.

She spoke to her computer like it had stolen her god given talent. When it didn’t answer back she banged her head onto the desk top.

Katie: Owies…

She groaned. Who was she kidding? She had not had a relationship since she was ten years old and that was only when she chased after the boys and pinned them to the ground, forcing them to give her a kiss. She was sure that that tactic would not only be a failure but have her behind the bars of a mental institution. Katie turned her head to the side, the room was dark and the glow of the screen was all the light there was. She could make out the binding of one of her books on her desk and picked it up. “Firestone” Her Fantasy and Romance that she had collaborated with Moli and that had sky rocked up the charts once it came out. From then on Katie wrote more Romance that had followed suit, but none was fun than this one. Even Kellee had put in a bit herself. But that was during the war ages…when they all were together and fighting for peace. Katie missed those exciting days, the rush through her blood, waking up without knowing it would be your last day or not. She had Relena to blame for that…but it still was nice in this peaceful nights. “I need some romance in my life…” She came to the conclusion and looked to the other side where a picture in a golden frame of all seven of the teammates was hugging onto their leader, their handsome leader that had disbanded them after the Barton War. She looked at the young little Moli, with her face glowing as she grinned and held out a peace sign. Katie smiled warmly…”Maybe I can get some from her…”

End