I don't own Gundam wing, or any of it's characters.
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Relena sat quietly on a swing. A wind blew past, making her hair blow into her face. She didn't care. She didn't care about anything. She couldn't tell anyone what was bothering her. Perhaps that was worse. It ate at her insides until she was a shell of a person. She looked down at her wrist. A series of long gashes were drawn onto it. Why was she so incompetent? Fate had always set aside a cruel destiny for Relena Peacecraft. She couldn't even wander into death's hands and stay put. She began to weep harder.
A figure approached Relena from behind. He saw her hair blowing wild in the wind. It was unlike him, and what he felt for her to have said or done anything, but he did. Reaching behind his head He tugged at the elastic band that held his shoulder length hair tightly together. He tucked the black hair behind his ears. His hand out-stretched, he got her attention. " For you," he said, tossing the band into her lap.
Relena looked up in surprise. Her lip trembling, she quickly wiped her eyes and forced a fake smile. "Thankyou Wufei." Courteously, she tied her hair back. Why is he here? He wouldn't usually have anything to do with me.
He caught himself staring at her. Foolish thoughts of regret and wonder filled his head. Why had he hated her again? At the moment he couldn't remember. He shook his head and sat on the swing next to her, saying nothing. She was very quiet, and wouldn't look at him. What happened to the brave princess he once knew? She had been crying, but still, she wouldn't let anyone know what was wrong. She hid behind that smile. Which he had noticed, grew weaker everytime she used it. What will happen when there is no more smile left Relena? Will you tell the world what has been bothering you? Or will it break your body into pieces? He cleared his throat.
Relena struggled to find words, the silence was awful. All she could do was fidget. She let her arm drop to her side, like she had given up. Wufei... Don't try. I don't think you can, I don't think anyone can. It's too late for me.
Wufei watched her closely and followed her arm as it retreated to her side. Swaying in the wind, it was like a pendulum. He harshly and unexpectedly grabbed it, and brought it to his face. Several long deep scars ran along her wrist. He had never seen them before, they were new. He looked at her surprised face with anger.
"A-a-ah," she started. She looked into his black shiny eyes. They were angry, and saddened. "Suicide is not a noble way to die," he said coldly. She felt tears billowing up into her eyes.
Perhaps he sounded too harsh; the tears were filling up her eyes. He felt grief take his heart and body. She looked like she was going to collapse. He scampered off the swing to catch her. She sobbed in his arms, as they fell in the sand. She held him tightly, almost painfully, but he didn't mind. She buried her head in his chest and choked to breathe. What had upset her this much? Was Heero being mean? No. She was stronger than that. Maybe something had happened last week, when she was taken hostage by terrorists. He rubbed her back and shushed her. "Tell me now Relena, what is bothering you?"
She felt his warmth, and it was unlike anything else. She clutched his shirt and spoke softly. "I am a hollow person, I cannot face what has happened." Wufei grabbed her hands and held them in his. He looked into her eyes, urging her to continue. " Last week, those terrorists...." she trailed off. "They kept me as hostage, and bound me up." It was getting harder to speak. "And then, all of them, they, they," she started to cry again.
Poor woman he thought. He couldn't possibly have ever fully known what that kind of feeling she felt. He wasn't a woman. Those bastards must have ravaged her. He held her tighter. He whispered in her ear, "I understand." He kissed her cheek, then pulled away, realizing what he had done. Heero would be mad. He was awful to her sometimes, breaking her heart, but never let anyone else touch her either. Just thinking about him, made Wufei mad.
Relena felt greedy, and awful, was she developing feelings for Wufei? No. She couldn't. She loved Heero, right? She can't like Wufei too? Can she? It wasn't meant to be. His hair smelled so nice. She leaned in and gave his a kiss back. She rolled off of him, and lay next to him. His touch put her back together, and filled her hollow insides. A reason for living? Yes.
Love.