Broken Dolls:

Broken Dolls:
Before You Read:
Disclaimer: I only own the characters of Gundam Wing in my wildest dreams. They
belong to a whole lot of other people (most being Japanese) that aren’t me. I’m only
borrowing them for this story and don’t pretend to claim rights to them by any means.
This for entertainment purposes only. I make no money from writing fanfiction!
Things You Need To Know: This story takes place in an Alternate Universe, meaning,
it’s not the same world that Gundam Wing took place in. This world is a very dark and
different place. Some of the characters will be majorly out of character (Relena, Sally,
etc.), while some will retain most of their more recognizable traits. The characters, and
their roles in this epic, will reveal themselves in due time. I will tell you which characters
will be used the most: Heero, Relena, Duo, Hilde, Trowa, Catherine, Quatre, Dorothy,
Wufei, and Sally Po. Characters that will make appearances: Lady Une, Noin, the
Maguanack Core. Other characters may also pop in and out unexpectedly, so don’t be too
shocked by all the cameos, maybe even from other animes altogether! See if you can
recognize some of them!
Basic Plot: The year is After Colony 195. A new, yet dark and underground
corporation has arisen suddenly and seemingly from out of the clear blue. This
corporation, who is secretly supported by the government, takes in orphan girls and turns
them into "Dolls", their most popular and highest selling product. These Dolls are actually
real young women who are sold like bondmaids to the highest bidder. They can be found
in spades at military bases and homes of male aristocrats.
You see, in this time, women are the minority in the worst way. They’re denied most
of the basic rights that men enjoy. Now, as the very small amount of female government
officials struggle to gain equality, a secret battle is raging between rebel Dolls and the
military who has been assigned to eliminate the problem.
Warnings: As you can tell from the plotline, this story will have some mature themes
and require the reader to have an open mind and a thinking brain. There will more than
likely be some lime situations. I’m not guaranteeing anything, but I do not plan to have
actual lemon scenes. There may be minor swearing, but it will be extremely mild, as I
don’t think foul language is necessary to build a good, mature story. I will say this: Trowa
and Quatre will have the same close relationship as they did in the anime. I personally
don’t think they were homosexual, but they were very close. Some readers may interpret
my portrayal of them as shounen ai. That’s fine, but I don’t really intend for it be either
way. I’m just trying to portray their relationship as it was in the anime: undefined. Trowa
and Quatre will, however, each have a female counterpart in the story, so you could easily
interpret things a completely different way. By the end of the story, I think it will be
heading more toward Trowa/Catherine and Quatre/Dorothy. Sorry if that upsets or
disappoints anyone. One more thing: In my story, Trowa and Catherine are NOT brother
and sister. I created this alternate universe and I can do whatever I want with it, and I say
they’re not siblings!

Chapter One:

The girl sat perfectly still. So still that you’d think she actually was what they were
turning her into. Her hair was masterfully placed in two ponytails, one sitting high on each
side of her head in a childish manner. Her bangs were combed down for a look of
innocence. Her top had puffy, short sleeves and the neck was shaped into a very low V.
Just at the bottom point of the first V, another was formed, this one upside down, opening
the shirt to reveal her midriff. There began the skirt, which was semi-sheer and rainbow
striped. It came to just above her knees and had a little ruffle at the bottom. Her
knee-socks here also rainbow-striped, to match her skirt, as were her elbow-length gloves.
At her feet were a pair of black Mary Jane style shoes.
She truly looked like a doll. Complete with crystal, vacant-looking eyes and ivory
skin. Her lips were blood-red to match her nails, which protruded though her gloves. A
woman from behind her ran the brush though one of the dark-blonde ponytails one last
time before motioning for the girl to stand up.
The girl obeyed almost mechanically. The woman placed her hands on her hips and
sighed. "Another job well done.", she complimented herself. "I tell you, no one can make a
Doll like me!"
The girl never faltered. Her emotionless face never changed is non-existent
expression. Even upon hearing the words which ultimately confirmed what she had once
most feared, that she was now nothing more than a toy for the crude men of the Colony
L1, she never said a word, or moved her eyes at all.
The woman turned the girl around to face the mirror. "Now don’t you look pretty!"
the woman said with a proud smile. She gently stroked the girl’s hair while she continued
to speak. "You’re a lucky girl, you know? You’ve been picked to serve the General of the
Army! He’s very handsome and I’ve heard that he treats women fairly well!"
 The girl remained still and silent, as she vowed she would always remain from the
moment she was captured. The woman scoffed. "Some people just don’t appreciate it
when they get a good break." She snatched up the girl’s arm and pulled her down a dark
hallway.
At the end, a door appeared and the woman released the girl’s arm. "Now, you
behave yourself. You can’t keep up that ‘I-don’t-care’ act for long when you’re with a
client! You’ll find yourself at the business end of a gun if you even try it!"
The woman stepped back a little and looked at the girl. Her narrowed eyes slowly
became softer, as she remembered a time when she too was led to a large door and left
alone to face the unknown of what was inside. "How old are you, girl?"
 The girl turned to face her, her eyes still frozen. "Fifteen." she said simply and coldly.
 The woman sighed. "Just a year older than I was when I first started. Look, I know it
seems really bad, but it isn’t. After only a few years, I was allowed to come back here and
get a job."
 "The job of making children look delectable for perverted old men who have too
much money and time on their hands?" the girl asked.
 The woman narrowed her eyes again, then immediately brightened up. "You’re quite
the witty little thing, aren’t you? That’s good. Wit and wisdom will get you a long way in
this world. Remember that."
The girl gave no response, but instead turned her head back to the door, staring at it
fearlessly and boldly. The woman chuckled softly. "Yeah, you’ll go a long way." she
muttered offhandedly. She began to walk away, but stopped and looked back. "I know
I’m not supposed to ask you this... but what’s your name, girl?"
The girl turned back around to face the woman. She was silent for a moment before
opening her mouth to speak. "My name is Relena. Relena Peacecraft."
 The woman smiled. "Nice to meet you, Relena Peacecraft. I hope to see you again
someday." With that, she walked back down the long corridor and undoubtedly to the
exit.
Relena looked back at the door for only a moment before raising her hand and
knocking three soft times. Footsteps were heard before a young man with short blue hair
opened the door. His voice was soft as he spoke. "Right this way, miss. General Yuy is
waiting for you."

Chapter Two:

Relena’s breath nearly stopped when she entered the room. Every wall was adorned
with golden decorations. It was beautiful. The blue-haired boy in front of her smiled as he
walked toward the center of the huge room. As she neared, another person came into
view.
Sitting upon a throne-like chair was a boy of about her age, darkly beautiful and with
a cold expression. His eyes were narrowed and they never changed, even when she came
into perfect view.
 "General Yuy, this is the Doll your father ordered for you."
 The boy looked at her uninterestedly. "Thank you, Mickie. You’re dismissed."
 Mickie bowed and made his exit. General Yuy stood up and walked down to
Relena’s place. Relena nearly froze as he approached her. She felt her nerves tensioning,
although you could never tell it by looking at her. Instead of stopping to examine his new
toy, the general walked right past her.
Leaving the room, he looked at her over his shoulder. "There’s food and water in
here. Amuse yourself."
 As he slammed the door shut, Relena stood in unseen disbelief, but she also felt
relieved. Fear was now gone, for her client seemed unusually uninterested with her. Did
this mean she was safe from abuse, or was this only a calm before the storm?
Across the universe, a completely different kind of situation was taking place. "Hey,
Hyde!" a voice rang out through the locker room. "Hurry up, will ya? There’s an
emergency out there and we’re on call!"
 "All right, Duo! Calm down!" The girl finished wrapping the strips of cloth around
her chest tightly, concealing the added growth that would reveal her identity. She jerked
the brown shirt on and buttoned it up. She slipped into her boots and took off for the
door.
Her partner and fellow soldier, Duo Maxwell, was waiting right outside, looking as
excited as he always did when a battle was approaching. "Why does it always take you so
long to get ready? You take longer than a woman!"
Hyde, as she’s been calling herself since she arrived at the base under disguise,
frowned. "You’re comparing me with a woman? I’m not the one with the three-foot
braid!"
 Duo grinned and took hold of his braid playfully. "What this? This is a beautiful piece
of work. Do you have any idea how much work I put into this baby?"
 "Probably more than you put into your duties here!" Hyde remarked. She pushed a
short strand of black hair from her eyes and adjusted her black cap.
 Duo grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her along in a dash for the mobile suit
carrier. "Come on, we gotta shake it! If General Yuy get’s word that we’re slacking,
we’re finished!"
Hyde blushed a little at Duo’s touch, but quickly stopped herself from thinking of Duo
in any other way than a fellow soldier. It would never work she told herself,
we’re enemies. It was true. Hilde Shbieker had been sent to the base along with
another former Doll, who’s identity she was not told. After Catherine Bloom had helped
her escape, she was offered an opportunity she couldn’t pass up: Revenge.
It was simply, actually. All she had to do was cut her long black locks and strap down
her chest in exchange for getting all the juicy information possible straight from the
military itself. Her street-skills came in handy in battle, and she was quite impressive to the
others, even by male standards. She chuckled when she imagined their shock if they ever
found out one of their best soldiers was a girl!
She’d been here for six months, secretly relaying information though a non-traceable
transmitter to Catherine Bloom, who then relayed it to someone else, who no one, not
even Catherine herself, knew. This person was said to be a major player in the Dolls
Freedom Act, a bill that was currently being debated in the Universal Congress.
Hilde snapped out of her thoughts when Duo shoved her playfully into a mobile suit
and then leapt into his. "Be careful out there, Hyde! I’d hate it if the only person slower
than me got killed!" he yelled with a wink.
Hilde just half-smiled and closed the hatch. Duo and her had become close friends
from her first day there. At one point, she nearly told him the truth about herself, but
something stopped her. Just as she was about to admit it, a group of rowdy soldiers came
in, making jokes about how stupid the Dolls Freedom Act was. When Duo was asked his
opinion on it, he just smiled and said that he was neutral. Neutral? Hilde half-laughed just
thinking about it. How can you be neutral when there are girls as young as twelve years
old being sold into slavery? Unless he’d spoken against the Doll system, she couldn’t trust
him with her secret.
Suddenly Duo’s voice came over the communicator. "Hyde.... I think we have a little
problem."
 "What is it, Duo?" Hilde asked in an exasperated voice, expecting him to say
something about his braid being caught in his helmet.
 "It’s..... gone....."
 Hilde turned her suit around and looked where Duo was facing. It was the supposed
base of the rebel Dolls. It was destroyed... completely. Although Duo only thought it had
been full of escaped Dolls, Hilde knew exactly what it was. It was where she had met
Catherine, Sally, and Rei. Three women who were tougher than nails. She started to
scream, but she bit her tongue. No, she thought, I can’t afford to loose my
advantage now.
So she remained silent, thinking of ways to further her revenge. Then an idea came to
her. "Where’s the rest of the soldiers?"
 "I don’t know. They should be here if they just won. They’d be cheering and showing
off or something."
 "Let’s go down and check for survivors." Hilde announced and flew down to the
base without waiting for Duo’s response.
It was like a barren waste-land. Everything was either in rubble or in flames. Hilde
instinctively went for Catherine’s room, at this point not worrying about Duo’s possible
suspicions.
When she opened the door, there lay her close friend Rei, still alive, but just barely.
Her raven hair was scattered out messily around her. Hilde always remembered Rei for her
beautiful, long black hair. Hilde always wished hers would be as shiny and elegant as
Rei’s. Rei looked up weakly.
 "Hilde!" she cried, her voice broken as bad as her body. "You came back! You
shouldn’t have done that. It’s dangerous!"
 Duo backed away from the doorway. Hilde? Who’s Hilde? He didn’t want to know.
Hyde had been so close to him. They were like brothers. He didn’t want to think about
Hyde’s connection to the Dolls. He stepped away quietly, hoping that Hyde hadn’t noticed
his presence at all.
Hilde cradled Rei’s form in her arms. "Shhh. It’s all right, Rei. I’ll get them back for
this. Where’s Catherine, and Sally?"
 "Catherine.... she escaped.... some of the others did too.... one of us had to stay.... to
operate the cannon..... Cathy asked me to go with her.... but I wanted to stay and fight....
it’s just my nature...." she said with a painful chuckle.
 Hilde smiled through her tears. "You used the cannon? So that’s why we couldn’t
find any of the other soldiers. You destroyed them all."
 "We destroyed them all?" Rei asked, her eyes lighting up.
 "Yes, YOU destroyed them all. Duo and I are the only ones left."
 "Duo?"
 "Don’t worry. I don’t think he’s dangerous. We’ve got to get you out of here and to
a hospital!"
 "No.... I’m as good ad dead now. But you can do something! You’re still alive! You
and Sally.... you have a chance! Go, please!"
 "Sally? Where is she?!"
 "You’ll find her.... soon.... I promise." With that, Rei’s eyes slid shut and Hilde
closed her own to stop the tears from getting loose and running down her face. She
couldn’t let Duo see her crying over the death of a Doll. It would blow her cover. So she
held in her pain and stood up.
Upon meeting Duo in the hall, she tipped down her cap. "I got some information from
that Doll. They used a cannon to wipe out the soldiers. We need to connect with the
second strike force. I think I may know someone there."
 "Who would you know? You’re new to the army."
 "Oh, just an old friend with a common mission." Hilde said matter-of-factly. An
old friend named Sally Po.

Chapter Three:

 Catherine Bloom sat alone on in her room. It was one of the many room on her space
ship, Hatshepsut. Why did she give it such a name? Because Hatshepsut was the first
female ruler in written history. Catherine thought it was a fitting name. She looked out the
window at the blur of shiny stars buzzing past. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She
wished a thousand times over that she could go back and reverse what had happened at
the base. That she could force Rei to come with them. But then, the army would be hot on
their trail, and that would place all the other rebel Dolls at risk.
That was something she couldn’t afford, for the penalty that escaped Dolls faced was
a fate worse than death. Rebel Dolls were purposely given to the most sadistic and evil
men possible. Some of the girls thought it merely a rumor, but Catherine believed it
wholeheartedly.
 Suddenly the emergency alarm sounded and she ran for the communicator. "What’s
going on?!" she demanded into the speaker.
 "A soldier is approaching in a mobile suit, Miss Bloom. He’s asked permission to
board the ship and talk to you. He promises no hostility. What do you want us to do?"
 "Who is the soldier? Tell him that I demand a name!"
 "We already asked, Miss Bloom. He just said that you knew him and that you could
trust him. He promises to allow us to check him for weapons."
 "Very well. Allow him to board and send him to my quarters. Use extreme caution!"
 "Yes, Miss Bloom!" the girl replied and the com-link went dead. Catherine sighed
again. She was so tired of all the hopes of negotiations and compromises. All of them
ended in more disappointments and even less hope than she had before. But the rest of the
girls were depending on her. She had to be strong and keep up the faith, for them if not for
herself.
 Only minutes later, a knock came at her door. "Come in." she said coolly. When the
door opened, Catherine felt her heart jump. She stood up from her seat and walked slowly
to the soldier, eyes wide and mouth open in shock.
When she reached him, she stared painfully at him for what seemed like endless
seconds. Then she punched him. The sound could be heard all through the hallway. The
two guards gasped and reflexively released him from their grasp. He fell to the floor,
panting and holding his hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep the blood from leaking
out of his busted lip.
 "How dare you come here and face me!" Catherine screamed, her eyes becoming
glossy and wet, her voice breaking.
The soldier looked up at her, only one green eye visible under his unusual hair-style.
"I didn’t know you had such hard feelings toward me, Cathy."
 Catherine seemed even more agitated at that remark. She motioned for the two
guards to leave her alone and she closed the door behind them. "You’ve got some nerve
coming here. I should kill you where you stand!"
 The soldier eyed her calmly. "Why are you so bitter? What can you truthfully say I
did to you?"
 Catherine turned her back to him. If the guards had still been there, they’d have been
shocked that she could trust him so much as to do such a thing. She remembered the
soldier the first time she met him. Kind, gentle, and nothing like she’d feared. You see,
Trowa Barton was not the kind of man she’d heard rumors about. When she was taken
from her home and forced to become a Doll, she was terrified by what the older women
had told her of their experiences as Dolls.
She knew for certain that her "client" would be abusive and forceful. She was wrong.
Trowa Barton had not once hit her or forced her to do anything. He never asked anything
of her but her companionship, but he didn’t realize that all she ever wanted from him was
his love.
Only four months went by before Catherine was madly in love with Trowa. His
kindness and sincerity had somehow seeped through her hatred of the male race and their
domineering attitudes. But when she finally worked up the nerve to confess her feelings,
she was heart-broken to discover that he didn’t feel the same.
Upon hearing this, she sadly declared that she wanted to leave. She asked for her
freedom. After all, he was a kind man. She was certain that he’d let her go. But she was
wrong again. He refused to give her the two things she desired most: freedom and him.
Her hatred for men returned full-force. She became more and more defiant to him until he
finally had her transferred out of his "care". She was then sent to a wicked and brutal man
named Kurei.
After only weeks of Kurei’s torment, she escaped with two other Dolls and made a
pledge that she would fight for the freedom of all Dolls. She would never forgive Trowa
for what he did to her. For making her love him and not returning that love. For keeping
her as a prisoner and then selling her to Kurei, like some worn out toy he was tired of, at
the first sign of dismay.
So they both stood in her room, not speaking. Trowa could sense Catherine’s pain
and he felt sorry for her, but he had a mission.
 "Cathy, I came here to talk. Can’t we do that?"
 She turned back around, eyes blazing. "What could we possibly have to talk about?!"
 "This whole war. It isn’t right. Why did you become the leader of this obsurd
rebellion? What do you possibly think you can gain? All you’re going to do is get a lot of
girls in a lot of trouble. You’re giving them false hope!"
 "Shut up!" Catherine screamed, clasping her hands over her ears, "You don’t know
what it’s like! You haven’t seen the faces of all those girls when they come here! You
haven’t see the hope and joy in their eyes when they’re finally free from those horrible
places they were forced to live in! How can you possibly accuse me of anything! I’m the
only one who has done anything to help them!"
 Trowa stepped back. He was well aware that Catherine had gained many new skills
since her departure from him. He could swear there was a gun on the inside of that
trenchcoat of hers. He knew she used to care for him, but that was long ago, and her
passions for her cause had visibly replaced the tenderness she once had.
Catherine let out a choked giggle. "What? Do you think I’d hurt you? You’re right. I
feel nothing for you anymore. I’ll never forget what you did to me. All I want to know is
how do you live with yourself knowing the pain you caused me?"
 Trowa lowered his eyes away from hers. "I didn’t know who they’d send you to. I
didn’t give you any bad reports. I just told them I no longer wanted a Doll period, not you
in particular. I had no idea they would send you to Kurei. I only found out months after
you’d escaped that he had mistreated you."
 "Mistreated me?! That’s what you call raping, beating, and torturing me every single
day?! I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses! There was a time when I hanged on your
every word. Now they mean nothing to me."
 Trowa turned his face away from her, his guilt now obvious in his eyes. "I’m sorry,
Cathy. I really am."
 Catherine’s tears, which she’d tried so hard to fight back, were not streaming down
her face. "I am too. I’m sorry that I ever loved you, because you really didn’t deserve my
love. I was nothing more than a piece of property to you, and after you sold that property
to whoever would take it, you couldn’t care less when the new owner burned and ravaged
it beyond recognition."
 "You’re right. You are beyond recognition. You’re no longer the sweet, caring girl I
knew. Do you really want to become a bitter, hateful, harsh person?"
 "I don’t even owe you an answer to such a question. In fact, I don’t owe you
anything. You have no right whatsoever to criticize me. Not when you support such an
evil thing as the Doll System."
 "That’s what I came here to talk about. If we can put our personal differences aside
for just a moment, I think I may be able to help your cause, and put an end to this war. I
know someone who would be very influential in the fate of the Dolls."
 Catherine turned around to face him, now seemingly interested in what he had to say.
"Who’s this person you’re talking about?"
 "He’s a senator on the Universal Congress. He sympathizes with the Dolls and he’s
very well respected by his fellow senators. If you could talk to him, I’m sure he’d work
even harder to push the Dolls Freedom Act. His name is Quatre Roberba Winner."

Chapter Four:

Quatre was a addicted to coffee. Tea? No. Not enough caffeine. It had to be pure,
black coffee. He had four cups already, and he’d only been awake for three hours. On his
desk were scattered papers and files. Most had the name "Dorothy Catalonia" on them.
He sat his cup down long enough to snatch up a particular file, one that had Miss
Catalonia’s picture in it. He stared at the exotic, long, blonde hair, the ice-blue eyes, and
the milky-white skin. "Beautiful." he muttered under his breath.
 The ringing phone snapped him out of his daze. He sighed and picked it up. "Hello?"
He had dropped most of his formalities long ago. The world had become a dark and gritty
place. He’d held onto as much of his compassion and kindness as he could, but he was
anything but naive. He knew how the world worked, and he knew how to handle it.
 "Mr. Winner? You wanted to speak with me?"
 Quatre nearly dropped the phone at the sound of her voice. Her smooth, methodical
voice. Every word she uttered sounded as if it had been planned weeks ago. She was
always sharp and witty. Dorothy Catalonia was quite the woman. "Yes, Miss Catalonia. It
seems that you and I share a common purpose. Perhaps we could support each other in
our goals?"
 Dorothy giggled despite herself. "You and I? Don’t make me laugh. Your methods
are far too gentle. I aim to strike out at those sexist pigs, not chat about the issues over
dinner! What help could you possibly bring to me?"
 "With all due respect, Miss Catalonia, your methods seem to create even harsher
feelings toward women and the Dolls than anything else. Your ambition and passion is
evident, but you need direction. You’re only going to mess up the situation even more if
you don’t acquire help."
 Silence. "You insult me, Mr. Winner. A brave man. I admire that. Where would you
like to meet?"
 Quatre’s heart skipped a beat, but his voice remained firm. "Come to my office. We’ll
discuss everything there." Then he hung up the phone without waiting for her reply.
 "That was good." he told himself, proud of his own courage. At first, he had almost
been afraid of Dorothy and her boldness. He’d never met a woman who looked men in the
eyes and practically shouted her hatred for them. She defied every traditional ideal that
existed in the universe, proudly and openly.
He examined her photo a few minutes longer before placing it in the top desk drawer,
along with all the other files scattered across his desk. He didn’t want to look like a
stalker. It was true that he’d developed quite an obsession of her. Longing for her beauty,
even fantasizing at one point that she was a Doll and that he could own her. But the whole
concept of Dolls went against his moral beliefs, which made the forbidden idea all the
more delectable.
The phone rang again suddenly and Quatre felt his nerves becoming tense. He was
sure it would be Dorothy, outraged that he would be so rude to her. Yet he picked up the
phone as calmly as ever. "Hello?"
 "Quatre?"
 "Trowa! It’s been forever! Where are you? How are you doing?"
 "Calm down, Quatre. I’m fine. I’m in the colony. I have someone with me that you
may be interested in talking to."
 "Who?"
 "Catherine Bloom."
 "The leader of the rebellion? How?"
 "Let’s just say we’re old aquainences. Want to meet her?"
 "Of course! Dorothy Catalonia is on her way over... I think. This will be perfect! This
is exactly the kind of fire we need to get us going! I’m sure Miss Bloom can supply us
with lots of evidence against the Dolls System."
 "And she’d be more than happy to do so. She wants to put an end to this whole thing
as much as you do. We’ll be there in a few hours. Don’t let Dorothy Catalonia leave
before we get there!"
 "Right...... And Trowa? I can’t wait to see you again!"
 Quatre hung up the phone with a smile. Great. Everything was coming together now.
The end of this ridiculous war was nearing. Now he had hopes that not only peace would
be his, but also Dorothy. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine her joy when the Dolls
System was diminished, when her greatest goal had been achieved through his help. He
imagined her coming to him and thanking him personally. He took another drink of his
coffee, and leaned back in his chair.
 "Miss Catalonia, I’ll make you in debted to me. One way or the other."

Chapter Five

Sally Po hated her job. She was a soldier. A fake soldier. Her beautiful light brown
hair had been neatly tucked into her black army hat. Her chest had been taped down and
the clothes she now wore made her sick to her stomach. But what bothered her the most
was the assignment she had been given.
She was supposed to be guarding a man that she didn’t know. But she hated this man
with a passion most couldn’t comprehend. He was a former soldier and present Senator
from Colony L5, and he was probably the biggest supporter of the Dolls System. His name
was Chang Wufei.
 "How many times have I told you that I don’t need protection?! I can take care of
myself!" he screamed at her.
 "But sir, I have orders to watch over you. Plus, you’re not all that popular with the
anti-Doll supporters. Some of them are extremists, and would go to great lengths to get
rid of you."
 "Like I said, I can take care of myself. I wasn’t general of an army for two years for
nothing."
 "Two years? You were a general at thirteen?"
 "Got that right. Now quit asking so many damn questions. It’s none of your business
anyway."
 Sally smirked to herself. This one will be easy to knockoff. He’s too confident in his
own abilities. Her attention was then drown to the podium, where Wufei was headed to
make his speech for the Universal Congress. She looked around, hoping to see a familiar
face, and found one.
 Dorothy Catalonia. She was perhaps the only thing, besides Catherine Bloom’s
private war, that was standing in the way of complete male control. Sally silently prayed
for Dorothy’s luck.
 Wufei adjusted the microphone to meet his hieght. "Men of the Universal Congress, I
come here today to address a very important issue. This issue being this ridiculous Dolls
Freedom Act. What’s wrong with our society today? I can tell you. We, the strong ones,
the real masters of the human race, are being slowly infested with weak, stupid, and
dependent insects. These insects were created for the sole purpose of serving us. They
belong to us. Now, those same insects are rebelling. They want control. They’re trying to
take over! We, as the Universal Congress, can’t allow this to happen. We must take back
what has been ours since the beginning of time! So, please, I implore you, vote against this
horrible Dolls Freedom Act, and preserve the important ideals that we’ve had for
centuries."
 Sally could puke. She felt like pulling out a gun and shooting him herself. But then
he’d become nothing but a martyr, and she definitely didn’t need that. Hope arose,
however, when Dorothy Catalonia stood up and walked toward the podium.
 As Dorothy passed Wufei, he snorted and looked the other direction, as if the very
sight of her made him sick. Dorothy merely smiled wickedly and continued on to the
podium.
 "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Universal Congress, I’d like first to point out that
Senator Wufei only addressed the men of the Congress, therefore I must admit that I
didn’t pay much attention." she paused to allow a few giggles and chuckles to arise from
the congress. "But seriously, let’s get down to business. Despite popular belief among
men, the Dolls don’t want control of anything. They only ask for their God-given rights.
What right do we have to deny a fellow human being the right to make their own
decisions? The right to live with their families or begin their own? Just because they’re
born with very slight differences, does that make them our enemies? I hope you’ll add do
the right thing, and give the ladies what they’ve been wrongfully denied all throughout
history."
With that, she left the podium and took her seat. Sally mentally applauded her and
followed Wufei out of room. Once inside his private office, he turned his back to her.
"How long did you think you could keep this up?"
 "Excuse me, sir?" Sally asked, her voice calm but her mind worried.
Wufei whirled around with lightning speed and knocked the cap from her head. Her
hair flowed down around her face and shoulders. "Do think I’m ignorant?! Did you think I
wouldn’t notice that my own guard was nothing more than a used Doll?!"
Sally stepped back instinctively and reached for her gun, but stopped when she saw
that Wufei had already drawn one. "I wouldn’t move if I were you, Sally Po."
 "H-how?" was all she could mutter.
 "I have my ways. You underestimate me, Miss Po. That was a fatal mistake." He
aimed the gun straight for her face, and pulled the triggor.
 The sound rang out all through the room, but the sound-proof walls kept it from
drifting further. Sally Po stood dumbfounded as a few strands of hair fell from her head
and onto the ground. The bullet missed. It only hit her hair.
Wufei cursed under his breath and threw the gun to the floor. "I’ll spare you for now,
only because you had the guts to even take this kind of mission, but there’s one condition:
You become my Doll."
Sally’s eyes widened. He couldn’t be serious, could he? "No. I’ll never be a Doll
again! Never ever!" she screamed.
 Wufei half smiled. "Why not? You’d be alive, wouldn’t you? I could kill you right
here and now. You’d be a fool to let that happen. What’s so bad about filling the role you
born to take?"
 "My role is to suffer just because of the gender I was born with? I didn’t ask to be
born a female! How is it my fault?! How can you ask me to go back to that kind of life?!"
she cried, tears forming in her eyes.
 Wufei’s grin faded. "Why is such a big deal to you women? It should be your nature.
You cry too much. Women cry too much."
 "This is the first time I’ve cried in four years. I thought I didn’t have any tears left. I
thought my former "owner" had ripped them all out of me, every last one."
 "What do you mean?"
 Sally choked out a giggle. "Do you even have the slightest idea what men do to
Dolls?"
 "I’ve been to many homes of Doll owners. They lived well."
 "Have you ever been to the underground Doll Houses? The places where they’re
auctioned off instead of pre-ordered?"
 "There are no such places. I’ve researched the Doll System for months. I believe I
should know what I’m talking about."
 "Yes, you reseached the rich men who liked to show off their pretty little collections.
You never even talked to the Dolls themselves did you? You probably see animals as
being beneath you as well, don’t you? But would you support a system that tortured
young, innocent animals for no other reason than personal entertainment?"
Wufei frowned. "You’re a deceptive thing, aren’t you? You expect me to believe your
lies?"
 "No. Just let me show you what the Dolls really live through. Will you come with
me? I’ll take you to all the places I’ve talked about. I’ll show you the truth! If I’m lying,
I’ll become your Doll. I won’t ask anything of you if I’m not. You have nothing to lose.
Please, just let me show you how horrible the Doll System really is!"
Wufei stared at her for a moment. Then he answered. "All right. But if you do lie, and
then you become my Doll, I’ll turn your lies into reality!"

Chapter Six:

Relena had been sitting quietly on the fluffy bed for hours. There was nothing else to
do. She had already examined most of the chambers and had drank some wine that was
left in the refridgerator. When the door to the chamber opened, she felt her nerves stand
on end.
 General Yuy walked in quickly and avoided eye contact with her as he rummaged
through the drawers of the dresser, apparently searching for something. Spying a key-card
on the night-stand near her, Relena quickly swiped it up and walked over to General Yuy.
She held it out to him and he grabbed swiftly and turned to walk away.
 "Wait." she said, her voice nearly trembling.
 General Yuy turned around and looked at her as if she’d just commited a horrible sin.
"What do you want?" he asked her, as if her question were a huge burden.
 "I want to know what you plan to do with me."
 "...Nothing. My Adopted-Father ordered you for me. I didn’t ask for a Doll."
 "But you have one and you just plan to let me rot in here?"
 "No. I’ll find some use for you when I have time. I’m very busy right now. If you’ll
excuse me."
 "I don’t excuse you. If I have no purpose here, then I wish to go home."
 General Yuy looked at her and struggled to supress a laugh. "Go home? A Doll
wants to go home? Don’t you know?"
 "Know what?"
 "Dolls can’t go home. Not even if their owner allowed it."
 "And why is that?"
 "Because, most Dolls are actually sold to the Doll System by their parents. Their
parents wouldn’t want them back or they wouldn’t have sold them in the first place."
 "...no... you’re lying...." she whispered.
 "And if their parents didn’t sell them, they Doll System has their immediate families
killed, to prevent anyone from trying to find the Dolls and causing any trouble."
 "...killed.... I won’t believe it. You’re telling me that my family either betrayed me or
were killed?"
 "Yes, that’s what I’m telling you."
 Relena colapsed to her knees on the floor and doubled over. A sob escaped her as
General Yuy looked upon her with a small hint of pity. But before his emotions could be
seen, he quickly left the room, leaving Relena alone in her despair.
Relena jolted up to her feet and ran for the door. She reached it just as it closed and
she began banging and screeching. She tried clawing the door with her nails, trowing
things at it, and even taking a run-and-go and trying to physically knock it down, and
nothing worked. The door still stood firm. She was panting and crying after the outburst
and General Yuy watched the whole scene through the one-way glass door. Relena only
saw a mirror, but Yuy saw Relena.
 He reached up a hand and placed his where hers now rested. He then pulled it away
as she began a new phase of attack on the door. She thrust her head into it over and over,
screaming like a banshee as she did.
Yuy stepped away, not wanting to watch her suffering rampage any longer, but he
found he could not completely turn away. His eyes were glued to her, fixed upon her, and
he couldn’t stop watching as she punished herself.
He couldn’t help but wonder what she hoped to accomplish by doing all this? Did she
wish to kill herself? Surely she knew that she’d pass out or knock herself out long before
the blows could kill her. When that happened, Yuy told himself that he’d go in and strap
her comfortably to the bed, to prevent any further outbreaks like this one.
 He’d find a use for her tomorrow. He’d find a purpose for her. Perhaps if she had a
positive reason for being there, the pain of realizing that she couldn’t leave may be
lessened. He had to find away to ease her pain, if it was the last thing he did.
 So he watched and waited, hoping for her brain to give out and allow her to become
unconcious, but he feared it would take much longer than he’d hoped. And darkness fell,
as the sound of her cries and her head rushing forward to meet the cold, hard glass echoed
through the halls.

Chapter Seven:

 "Are you sure your friend was supposed to be here?" Duo asked, his patience
growing invisibly thin. He tried not to sound rude. He didn’t know what connection Hyde
had with the Dolls, but he knew there was a connection of some sort. And if that’s true,
then the girl who died back at the base was a friend of Hyde’s and that had to be painful.
 "I’m sure. Just keep looking for any unusual soldiers." Hilde replied, scanning the
Universal Congress.
 "Unusual?" Duo asked, cocking an eye brow.
 "Yeah. He’s a girly type. Like you."
 "Hey!"
 "Shh! Quatre Winner is about to speak. Keep looking, quietly."
 "Yes sir!" Duo answered sarcastically.
 Hilde and Duo made their way across the room, searching for any signs of Sally Po.
Hilde had heard that the other undercover rebel Doll would be sent to guard one of the
senators, but she had no idea which one. Since all the senators were here, Sally had to be
here. Hilde and Duo’s attention tuned to the podium, however, when the mild-mannered,
yet highly influencial Senator from Colony L4 began to speak.
 "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Universal Congress, I come to speak to you today on
the issue of the Dolls System. I fully beleive that if the people of the universe are to
become a great race, we must do away with such things as prejudice and hatred. Really,
aren’t those things a bit childish? How long have minorities suffered and died just because
of the way they were born? As senators who vote and decide on important issues, we must
make the right decision. Whether it be controversial, or politically incorrect, we MUST do
what is right. For the sake of the colonies as well as the earth, we must vote for the Dolls
Freedom Act to be passed. Thank you."
He walked off the stage, eyes downcast, as they usually were. He glanced up at
Dorothy Catalonia, this Hilde noticed, and examined her reaction, hoping for her approval.
She smiled in an appreciative way and nodded her head. He only looked back at the
ground as he returned to his seat.
Hilde blinked. That was strange. She thought Quatre would’ve smiled back, especially
from the way he was looking at her before. Hilde shrugged. The personal affairs of the
senators were of no concern for her. She kept scanning the room, straining her vision and
hearing. Hoping to recognize a voice or a face. Finally, she saw the back of someone
familiar stepping out of one of the doors. "There!" Hilde practically screamed, pointing at
the escaping figure.
Duo and Hilde raced to the exit and caught up the person in suspect, which happened
to be none other than Sally and Senator Wufei. Sally whirled around at the feeling of
Hilde’s hand grasping her arm. She looked hard at Hilde for long moments, studying the
pale face and jet-black hair. "H-Hil-?!"
Before she could finish voicing Hilde’s name, Hilde wrapped her arms around her and
held her tight. "Shhh.." she breathed into Sally’s ear, "my name is Hyde now."
Sally held her back. "Oh, Hyde. I was so worried about you. When I heard that the
base had been destroyed, I was certain you were killed!" Tears rolled down both their
cheeks. Then Sally looked up and saw Wufei, standing close by and looking irratated at
this display of affection. He stood as a reminder of her failed mission, and the danger she
now faced. "Hyde, you have to get out of here. Just leave immediately. Go on with your
mission and forget you saw me."
 "What? I don’t understand. Why would I do that? We could just work together on
our missions!" Hilde protested.
 "Hyde, my mission has failed. I’ve been discovered."
 Hilde’s eyes became wide and they slowly crept over to Wufei. His eyes as black as
her hair were glaring straight into hers with a knowing expression on his face. He half
smirked. "I see my bodyguard knows a few soldiers. Don’t you think this little scene is a
bit strange?" Wufei asked, looking at Duo.
 "Strange? What do you mean?" Duo asked, not really sure of the situation at all.
 The two girls separated and Sally looked nervously at Wufei. He stepped up to Hilde
and eyed her. He circled her as a wolf circles it’s prey. Hilde swallowed hard. Suddenly,
he reached out a hand and ripped her shirt open, revealing her completely bandaged chest.
She gasped and jerked back.
Duo’s eyes widened. "You’re.... a woman?"
 "More like girl." Wufei commented. "She’s been fooling you all along, soldier. She’s
a rebel Doll! She’s a spy!"
 Duo was shocked. Hyde had been his friend, his companion. This was all too much to
absorb way too fast. He felt stunned. But then, a new feeling came over him. Shame. Why
was it so important? Who cares if Hyde was a girl or a boy? Hyde was still Hyde. Hyde
was still his friend.
 "Well, soldier?" Wufei coaxed, "what do you have to say to this traitor?"
 "I don’t care if Hyde is a girl, or a boy, or a damn dog. Hyde is my friend, and I’ll
stick by her."
Wufei frowned. "That’s treason, you fool. You’ll be killed for that."
 "I’ve seen others die for less." Duo replied.
 "Very well. You’re now both in my custody. We’re all going on a little trip with Miss
Po. She claims she has some interesting things to show me about the Dolls."
 Hilde looked to Sally in a questioning way.
 "It seems Senator Wufei has been a told a sugar-coated version of the story of the
Dolls. I’m going to show him that our lives aren’t like the fairy tales he was told as a
child."
Hilde smiled. Now they had the advantage. She looked to Duo before they started off.
"Duo... there’s something I have to tell you. My name is Hilde Schbeiker, not Hyde. I’m
sorry I lied to you, but it was the only way. I wanted to tell you... I was just so afraid..."
Duo took hold of her hand. "I understand. It’s perfectly all right. I’ll stand by you. No
matter what happens. You’re my friend, and I always protect my friends."
Hilde smiled again. Then, as she and the other three people made their exit, she
whispered to him. "Thank you."