But, what is Love?
Relena put down the phone and sank into a chair. Herro had left without her even saying hi-again. She felt this flame in her heart, and sometimes it almost burned. All her school friends said she should get over him, "He's such a jerk any way!" they had said. But she had had a slight glimpse at the real Herro Yui. A kind and gentle Herro Yui. Something in her had fallen over him right there and then, and no matter how hard she tried (and she had) she went back, like a moth to the flame, drawn only to be burned. Was this love? Was this that wonderful feeling that kept you alive even when you were starving to death? I wasn't all it was cracked up to be. But Noin had said when she had asked, "It never is what you expect, but honey, it's all wonderful."
She walked over and sat by the window. "Good night Herro, where ever you are, I love you. Live though this for me. I'll be waiting when you return." The sun slowly sank into the horizon, lighting the calm water on the lake. Turning it soft blues and reds.
"Relena, princess, time for bed." Noin said coming in the door. She saw Relena staring blankly at the windowsill. "Oh honey, he'll come back. You just see. That young man of yours, quite the survivor. Don't worry. Even if no one else does, he'll make it."
Relena was a bit startled at the sudden appearance of her volunteer parent. "You really think so Noin? You think he'll be back?"
"No" Noin said, "I know he'll be back. He loves you, even if he won't show it. You wait. I'll adopt you after all this. For no other reason then to have little Herro's and Relena's running around my ankles calling me 'grandma"."
Relena blushed. "I hope so. Good Night Noin."
"Good night Dear, Sweet dreams-but not too sweet." She sent a mock warning glare in Relena's direction.
Relena giggled, "Yes Maim! Good night."
"Good night, Dear" Nion said softly as she closed the door.
Relena visualized Herro sleeping peacefully across the bed on the extra pillow. "Good night Herro" she said and closed her eyes.
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"Shit!" Duo cursed softly as he pulled the last of the tangles out of his knee length hair. He looked at his brush. Bunch of hair as usual. He stared in the mirror. He did look pretty, but not in the least handsome. Not the type Herro liked at all. Not that Duo knew what Herro liked in a mate. But the chances of him not only being gay, but also liking "pretty" boys , and then liking him was quite slim. He didn't think Herro knew anyway. To busy being perfect. Yet that was why Duo loved him. Duo slipped on his boxers and got in to bed.
An interesting mist arose as Duo walked in the field around the old church. The father waved to him as he walked. Duo waved happily in return. The father always made him so happy. He walked the field until a familiar form showed on the side of the hill. The figure recognized him as he ran towards the form. Within ten seconds Herro was kissing him with more passion then Duo had ever dreamed of. He didn't know how they were there, but soon he had other things on his mind. Duo awoke the next morning, with sore balls, alone and naked on the hill. He curled up into a ball and cried. Why couldn't Herro ever stay till morning?
Duo awoke in tears. His arms hungry for the guy in his dreams. But he could hear Herro working on his Gundam in the garage. The early morning light shown. He might as well get up and bug Herro. He always told him to "shut-up Duo", but it was something. Even if it wasn't a kiss or a warm embrace. Duo got up and got dressed to go to the breakfast that Quatre was making as he did every morning. This was the fourth time this week, he had to do something about this.
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Herro shook his head as he tried to clear his mind, he was working. Working, not thinking, not today, not now. But some the problem at hand forced itself on him with out mercy. The reason, Duo.
Herro surrendered to the emotions that continally disrupted him when he tried to work. The object of this confusion - Duo and Relena. He loved Relena, he did and knew it. But he also loved Duo. He knew that too, but like he did with Relena, he just ignored it. Pretending it was not there. It was a distraction to the missions he run.
It was only made more diffcult by the fact that he knew perfectly well that they had the same feelings for him. He didn't like hurt people if he didn't have to. And he knew he was hurting them by not loving them in return. But what could he do? Duo would not share him. Though Relena might....it just wouldn't work. He would just have to choose. 'But not now. Later. At least not until after lunch. Probaly not till after the war ends.'
He returned to work.
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