What was going on!? The last memories Relena had were of her office doing paperwork before a strange smell reached her senses. Everything went black moments later. From there, she had patching recollections of being strapped down to a medical table with men leaning over her mixed with moments of pain, some of it she was sure made her scream and ( Read more... )

When she woke up this morning, she thought she was dreaming. What was going on? How did she end up back here!? Relena quickly found something to wear and went out, searching for someone she knew.

The room she had woken up in didn't look familiar in the slightest and that worried her. How long had she been gone from here?  She continued to wander, ( Read more... )

It wasn't the first time he'd been on the wrong end of the law and it defiantly wasn't the first time that he'd been in lock-up. But it was the first time when he had as a civilian. He moved his hand and rubbed his jaw. Yeah, that was going to bruise ( Read more... )

It was his 19th birthday. And so he had decided to throw a Masquerade Ball for it. He smoothed down his jacket, a little nervous. Even though this was a masquerade ball and everyone's identity was supposed to remain hidden, but it would be obvious who he was. He looked at himself in the mirror, sighing softly ( Read more... )

Anyone who happened to come across the partially opened door would notice the teenager laying on the bed, limbs spread loosely and a bit of cloth covering eyes already partially hidden by a single bang of hair. The only way they might realize this young man was actually a prisoner would be if they noticed the chains wrapped around his wrists, ( Read more... )

Zechs sat in an empty bar, staring down at his glass of whiskey. The blonde sighed and picked up the glass. He swirled the contents around before bringing the glass to his lips and taking a long drink. He closed his eyes at the burn that ran down his throat ( Read more... )

Dressed all in black with an dark orange tie and a matching pocket square, Zechs Merquise stepped through the main door of the large manor. He reached up and brushed hair out his eyes, and away from his mask. The mask he wore was all black with very faint cobweb designs over it ( Read more... )

The first thing one would notice upon entering the garage was the man (or woman from this angle it was hard to tell) bent over the engine of a sleek black car. A mechanic's jump suit was tied around the waist and a red t-shirt was covering the torso. Long pale blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail ( Read more... )

They were going out tonight! She moved around her room in nothing more than a short bathrobe as she tried to decide what to wear.  Perhaps the little black dress? Maybe the blue one. Oh! He liked the purple on on her so why not wear that?  She laid out the three cocktail dresses and tried to decide what he would like to see on her.

A while back she ( Read more... )

It had been a particularly long, trying day for Midii, and what better method of windowing down than with a hot shower?

The bathroom mirror quickly steamed over as the hot water poured over her toned frame, hair plastered to her face and neck.  Using one of the softer wash cloths, she slowly ran a light, cinnamon-scented bath oil over every inch of ( Read more... )