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Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Gundam Wing, its characters, blablablablablabla.
Author's Note: Hiya! Please gimme words of encouragement by reviewing! Anything's fine, please gimme some tips on how to make the story better if you'd like to! No flames please. Remember, I live for reviews. (And presents) **Story Edited
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"Only Forever, Not Long at all" - David Bowie
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September 23rd, 1965
The leaves rustled on the sidewalk where he'd stepped only seconds before. Dark hair framed a serious face accented by steady blue eyes which hid all emotions but one. Regret. Unsmiling, he turned a corner and crossed the street into the reckless traffic.
Time had passed since he had last seen her. Those laughing blue-green eyes and winning smile. Since he had last touched her. The smooth ivory skin and the long honey blond hair that flowed through his fingers like water on delicate silk. Relena.
Once, she would have been there across the street, waiting for him. If he said something mean to push her away, as was his habit, she would have tossed her head and given him that stare of hers he hadn't known he'd needed. He'd loved her so much, too much. The deep sweet feeling had scared him, frightened him till he felt he couldn't live without her. And so, he had left without a word, disappearing into Space to forget about her, everything about her. He hardly ever failed anything, none the less ever did. But he failed this time, utterly. He couldn't forget her. He'd see women smile and tilt her head the way Relena would, and fall in love with that woman. But those relationships were always short-lived. His mouth set into a grim line as he remembered. They'd liked him for his looks, his money. But they'd never liked him. Not that he cared. But it hurt to know that he'd made a painful mistake in life, one he might not be able to mend. He'd broken the heart of the gentle girl he'd once known. He'd left and hadn't cared. And now he was back to make everything right again. He'd make sure of it. Heero Yuy had limited failures. Winning Relena again would not be one of them.
Groaning inwardly, Relena sat up in bed with light shadows under her eyes. Sighing dreamily, Relena rubbed one knuckled hand over her eyes. Dillon was coming over to pick her up today. A delightful man thought Relena as she got up. Not to mention attractive. Whistling to herself, Relena shivered from the loss of warmth of her blankets. A tiny smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as she thought of Dillon and his warm chocolate brown eyes and dimpled smile. Sleepily she opened her window to the smell of morning dewdrops on the grass. Somehow, her vision of Dillon morphed into a man with a messy mane of dark brown hair and shocking blue eyes.
"Not again. . ." murmured Relena, her nose wrinkling.
What was it about him? My God, he'd left her more than five years ago and still she thought of him. Was she really that obsessed? Scowling at the thought, Relena headed to the bathroom. Sure, she'd loved him more than a lot five years ago, but she'd moved on.hadn't she? She was still ashamed of the way she'd been after he'd left. Wandering around like a zombie and continuously crying. Well, she wasn't going to cry anymore over him. He was the past. Her future was waiting. On her way to wash her face, Relena convinced herself that she didn't love him anymore.
Heero looked motionlessly at the house in front of him. Huge windows matched the hard gray stones perfectly. The porch was dimly lit with morning candles, flickering small shadows at the dark corners. It was a house fit for a Princess. And she was one. He'd always considered her one, even Duo. Smirking, he trotted up the steps.
Quietly he knocked on the door, knowing by instinct that she would answer it. He proved to be right for the thundering sounds of footsteps erupted from inside the house and a figure recklessly flung the door open with a careless smile.
"Hey Dillon, I'm just about rea-" Relena's amused voice stopped instantly as she stared into eyes of her past. He was here. He was back.
For a second, just one, Heero thought he felt saw the love again. But then it was gone. Cold eyes now stared at him, unfamiliar and foreign.
Relena felt her knees wobble and she forced her lips into a polite smile. Her voice was calm and clear as she had willed herself, but her heartbeat raced.
"Why, it's nice to see you again Heero. After all these years." Smugly satisfied at the steadiness in her voice, Relena nimbly locked the door and strode past him. Tossing her head, she looked back at him when she was certain her feelings were in check.
"Unfortunately, I can't fill you in on the latest news here since I'm busy at the moment. Maybe another time." Pleased with her ending words, she whirled around only to feel his hand pressing into her shoulder. Sucking in her breath, she could feel his breath brush against her cheek.
"Do you think I'm going to let you just walk out of here?"
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Relena turned to face him head on.
"As a matter of fact, yes. And I would very much appreciate it if you let me go this instant."
Tumbling along the edge of control, Heero narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar coldness in her blue-green eyes. "Oh? Are you sure you want me to let you go?" Dangerously, he lowered his head so that it leveled with hers. How many times had he dreamed of her face, her smile that was just for him? However many times he told himself that he was in control, he couldn't stand the way she looked at him now, her eyes full of cold indifference.
Relena felt the first streaks of panic run through her, and her eyes squeezed shut. She couldn't bear this much longer. Not when he was less than a centimeter away, not when she could still taste him, warm and sweet on her lips. Five years. Five years he had left her without a word, a touch, a message. Nothing. Although she knew it was a risk, that it could become a mistake, she let herself remember.
January 2nd, 1958
Frowning, Relena impatiently brushed away a lost strand of golden brown hair from her face and stared at the document in front of her. Should she sign it? Should she not? Frustrated, she scowled. Maybe she did need to take a break. Her brain felt as if it could explode! And if she found one white hair from stress hanging from her head, she'd swear she'd never help Milliardo with his papers again. Grimly, she got up and snatched the cup of coffee from the counter and took one deep gulp. The coffee blend was smooth and hot, sliding down her throat and keeping her alert and awake. Scornfully, she reluctantly picked up the document and re-read a couple hundred thousand times. Her mind was totally blank. She could feel the pen in her hand wobble slightly. Cursing, she slipped the document back in one of her brother's file cabinets and strode out the door of her office.
At eighteen years of age, Relena was, like all the other teens, feeling restless and moody. Long locks of dark blond hair framed a smooth delicate face. Her eyes were clear and determined, a deep blue which mirrored the blue of the ocean. Long slender hands grasped the handle of the door and pulled it closed.
Annoyed, Relena strode past a staring secretary whom had just arrived to clear up the main office. Her mouth set in a grim line, she braced herself and stormed into her brother's office, her long blond hair swirling around her face. ( Ever since she had handed over the position of Vice Foreign Minister to her long-lost brother, she had allowed her short clipped bangs to grow as long as the rest of her hair, and was allowed the freedom of wearing anything other than dress clothes during work periods for her allowance. )
"Milliardo." Relena's raging blue eyes now softened at the sight of her brother, sprawled on top of work papers as dark shadows showed underneath his eyes. Guilt fled over her as she thought of her temper tantrum over one contract. Quietly, Relena closed the door behind her to leave her brother to his dreams.
Silently, her angry mood gone, she picked up a cup of hot chocolate lying by the kitchen and walked over to the huge glassy window that showed her what the world was like outside Peacecraft Mansion. Somewhere out there, Relena mused, was Heero. How she missed him. A tear of liquid crystal slid down her cheek and raced to meet the rough gray carpet. But her head came up and her eyes were dry. That would be the last tear shed by her for Heero Yuy.
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Lethally, almost dangerously, a young man stepped out from the reckless traffic and walked inside a run down pub house. Sitting down on a pale leather chair, he waited for somebody to come over and give him a drink.
A pearl smooth arm slid up his back and surrounded his neck. Behind him, a young blond woman dressed dangerously in poppy red whispered, almost hissed in his ear.
Patricia Knowles always knew what she wanted. The moment he'd stepped inside, she'd known she'd wanted him. And Patricia always got what she wanted.
"Hey there handsome. The name's Patricia. Wanna buy me a drink?" Long blond eyelashes fluttered at him and the woman smiled.
Experienced with these types of woman, he shook his head and turned to focus on the beer currently in front of him. But Patricia didn't give up easily.
"Awww, don't be a party pooper. Just one?" Seducingly, she cautiously let her thigh brush his, telling him meaningfully what she wanted to do right now other than get a drink.
The man turned to face her. "You don't know what you're doing."
Shaking her head, Patricia removed her thigh and sat absently onto his lap. "Actually, I know exactly what I'm doing." Her voice teasing, she let her arms drop onto his neck.
"The question is, do you?"
At first he just stared. "I'm not that blind to not know what you're doing, and I'm not interested." Obviously annoyed, the man brushed her off and turned his back to her.
Pouting, Patricia decided to give it one last try and pressed her lips to his, forcefully. Nobody rejected Patricia Knowles, and this man wouldn't be the first. Before she knew it, the man had her trapped under him on the floor and his fingers were tightening on her neck.
Struggling in earnest, she gaped at him with glassy fear.
"Who the hell are you?" she managed to say.
The man leaned his face forward, the planes of his cheek bones hard and angular. Dangerously attractive.
"Heero Yuy. Gundam Pilot 01."
And with that, he released her and strode out the door with Patricia staring at his back, wide-eyed and trembling.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Gundam Wing, its characters, blablablablablabla.
Author's Note: Hiya! Please gimme words of encouragement by reviewing! Anything's fine, please gimme some tips on how to make the story better if you'd like to! No flames please. Remember, I live for reviews. (And presents) **Story Edited
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"Only Forever, Not Long at all" - David Bowie
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September 23rd, 1965
The leaves rustled on the sidewalk where he'd stepped only seconds before. Dark hair framed a serious face accented by steady blue eyes which hid all emotions but one. Regret. Unsmiling, he turned a corner and crossed the street into the reckless traffic.
Time had passed since he had last seen her. Those laughing blue-green eyes and winning smile. Since he had last touched her. The smooth ivory skin and the long honey blond hair that flowed through his fingers like water on delicate silk. Relena.
Once, she would have been there across the street, waiting for him. If he said something mean to push her away, as was his habit, she would have tossed her head and given him that stare of hers he hadn't known he'd needed. He'd loved her so much, too much. The deep sweet feeling had scared him, frightened him till he felt he couldn't live without her. And so, he had left without a word, disappearing into Space to forget about her, everything about her. He hardly ever failed anything, none the less ever did. But he failed this time, utterly. He couldn't forget her. He'd see women smile and tilt her head the way Relena would, and fall in love with that woman. But those relationships were always short-lived. His mouth set into a grim line as he remembered. They'd liked him for his looks, his money. But they'd never liked him. Not that he cared. But it hurt to know that he'd made a painful mistake in life, one he might not be able to mend. He'd broken the heart of the gentle girl he'd once known. He'd left and hadn't cared. And now he was back to make everything right again. He'd make sure of it. Heero Yuy had limited failures. Winning Relena again would not be one of them.
Groaning inwardly, Relena sat up in bed with light shadows under her eyes. Sighing dreamily, Relena rubbed one knuckled hand over her eyes. Dillon was coming over to pick her up today. A delightful man thought Relena as she got up. Not to mention attractive. Whistling to herself, Relena shivered from the loss of warmth of her blankets. A tiny smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as she thought of Dillon and his warm chocolate brown eyes and dimpled smile. Sleepily she opened her window to the smell of morning dewdrops on the grass. Somehow, her vision of Dillon morphed into a man with a messy mane of dark brown hair and shocking blue eyes.
"Not again. . ." murmured Relena, her nose wrinkling.
What was it about him? My God, he'd left her more than five years ago and still she thought of him. Was she really that obsessed? Scowling at the thought, Relena headed to the bathroom. Sure, she'd loved him more than a lot five years ago, but she'd moved on.hadn't she? She was still ashamed of the way she'd been after he'd left. Wandering around like a zombie and continuously crying. Well, she wasn't going to cry anymore over him. He was the past. Her future was waiting. On her way to wash her face, Relena convinced herself that she didn't love him anymore.
Heero looked motionlessly at the house in front of him. Huge windows matched the hard gray stones perfectly. The porch was dimly lit with morning candles, flickering small shadows at the dark corners. It was a house fit for a Princess. And she was one. He'd always considered her one, even Duo. Smirking, he trotted up the steps.
Quietly he knocked on the door, knowing by instinct that she would answer it. He proved to be right for the thundering sounds of footsteps erupted from inside the house and a figure recklessly flung the door open with a careless smile.
"Hey Dillon, I'm just about rea-" Relena's amused voice stopped instantly as she stared into eyes of her past. He was here. He was back.
For a second, just one, Heero thought he felt saw the love again. But then it was gone. Cold eyes now stared at him, unfamiliar and foreign.
Relena felt her knees wobble and she forced her lips into a polite smile. Her voice was calm and clear as she had willed herself, but her heartbeat raced.
"Why, it's nice to see you again Heero. After all these years." Smugly satisfied at the steadiness in her voice, Relena nimbly locked the door and strode past him. Tossing her head, she looked back at him when she was certain her feelings were in check.
"Unfortunately, I can't fill you in on the latest news here since I'm busy at the moment. Maybe another time." Pleased with her ending words, she whirled around only to feel his hand pressing into her shoulder. Sucking in her breath, she could feel his breath brush against her cheek.
"Do you think I'm going to let you just walk out of here?"
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Relena turned to face him head on.
"As a matter of fact, yes. And I would very much appreciate it if you let me go this instant."
Tumbling along the edge of control, Heero narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar coldness in her blue-green eyes. "Oh? Are you sure you want me to let you go?" Dangerously, he lowered his head so that it leveled with hers. How many times had he dreamed of her face, her smile that was just for him? However many times he told himself that he was in control, he couldn't stand the way she looked at him now, her eyes full of cold indifference.
Relena felt the first streaks of panic run through her, and her eyes squeezed shut. She couldn't bear this much longer. Not when he was less than a centimeter away, not when she could still taste him, warm and sweet on her lips. Five years. Five years he had left her without a word, a touch, a message. Nothing. Although she knew it was a risk, that it could become a mistake, she let herself remember.
January 2nd, 1958
Frowning, Relena impatiently brushed away a lost strand of golden brown hair from her face and stared at the document in front of her. Should she sign it? Should she not? Frustrated, she scowled. Maybe she did need to take a break. Her brain felt as if it could explode! And if she found one white hair from stress hanging from her head, she'd swear she'd never help Milliardo with his papers again. Grimly, she got up and snatched the cup of coffee from the counter and took one deep gulp. The coffee blend was smooth and hot, sliding down her throat and keeping her alert and awake. Scornfully, she reluctantly picked up the document and re-read a couple hundred thousand times. Her mind was totally blank. She could feel the pen in her hand wobble slightly. Cursing, she slipped the document back in one of her brother's file cabinets and strode out the door of her office.
At eighteen years of age, Relena was, like all the other teens, feeling restless and moody. Long locks of dark blond hair framed a smooth delicate face. Her eyes were clear and determined, a deep blue which mirrored the blue of the ocean. Long slender hands grasped the handle of the door and pulled it closed.
Annoyed, Relena strode past a staring secretary whom had just arrived to clear up the main office. Her mouth set in a grim line, she braced herself and stormed into her brother's office, her long blond hair swirling around her face. ( Ever since she had handed over the position of Vice Foreign Minister to her long-lost brother, she had allowed her short clipped bangs to grow as long as the rest of her hair, and was allowed the freedom of wearing anything other than dress clothes during work periods for her allowance. )
"Milliardo." Relena's raging blue eyes now softened at the sight of her brother, sprawled on top of work papers as dark shadows showed underneath his eyes. Guilt fled over her as she thought of her temper tantrum over one contract. Quietly, Relena closed the door behind her to leave her brother to his dreams.
Silently, her angry mood gone, she picked up a cup of hot chocolate lying by the kitchen and walked over to the huge glassy window that showed her what the world was like outside Peacecraft Mansion. Somewhere out there, Relena mused, was Heero. How she missed him. A tear of liquid crystal slid down her cheek and raced to meet the rough gray carpet. But her head came up and her eyes were dry. That would be the last tear shed by her for Heero Yuy.
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Lethally, almost dangerously, a young man stepped out from the reckless traffic and walked inside a run down pub house. Sitting down on a pale leather chair, he waited for somebody to come over and give him a drink.
A pearl smooth arm slid up his back and surrounded his neck. Behind him, a young blond woman dressed dangerously in poppy red whispered, almost hissed in his ear.
Patricia Knowles always knew what she wanted. The moment he'd stepped inside, she'd known she'd wanted him. And Patricia always got what she wanted.
"Hey there handsome. The name's Patricia. Wanna buy me a drink?" Long blond eyelashes fluttered at him and the woman smiled.
Experienced with these types of woman, he shook his head and turned to focus on the beer currently in front of him. But Patricia didn't give up easily.
"Awww, don't be a party pooper. Just one?" Seducingly, she cautiously let her thigh brush his, telling him meaningfully what she wanted to do right now other than get a drink.
The man turned to face her. "You don't know what you're doing."
Shaking her head, Patricia removed her thigh and sat absently onto his lap. "Actually, I know exactly what I'm doing." Her voice teasing, she let her arms drop onto his neck.
"The question is, do you?"
At first he just stared. "I'm not that blind to not know what you're doing, and I'm not interested." Obviously annoyed, the man brushed her off and turned his back to her.
Pouting, Patricia decided to give it one last try and pressed her lips to his, forcefully. Nobody rejected Patricia Knowles, and this man wouldn't be the first. Before she knew it, the man had her trapped under him on the floor and his fingers were tightening on her neck.
Struggling in earnest, she gaped at him with glassy fear.
"Who the hell are you?" she managed to say.
The man leaned his face forward, the planes of his cheek bones hard and angular. Dangerously attractive.
"Heero Yuy. Gundam Pilot 01."
And with that, he released her and strode out the door with Patricia staring at his back, wide-eyed and trembling.
