Lost Soul
Disclaimer: I don't own GW or the song…oh, this ISN'T a Songfic. And I don't own Marvel, or Archie
Comics
AN: um…this may seem similar to some other stories about Relena but I'm trying to make this as
different as possible.
Prologue
AC 200
Relena glared at her brother and her sister-in-law.
"Why can't you tell me?" she pleaded.
"I—I can't…I'm sorry," he stammered, his long blond hair glimmering in the midnight light.
"Noin…" her voice was sharp and she had a touch of threatening bitterness in it.
"I'm—Oh, Relena…I'm sorry." With that said, Noin brushed away some tears and watched Relena glare
in turn to both of them.
"Fine." She said. "If you won't tell me…" she sighed, letting her curse trail off. "Go to hell."
She then turned and walked out of the study into her room.
Noin turned to Millardo, "we could've told her! Now she's mad at both of us! I can't stand this,
Millardo!"
"I refuse to tell her where Heero is! I promised her that she wouldn't be heartbroken by him anymore!"
"God…stubbornness must run in the Peacecraft family!"
She then left out the same way Relena, did, tossing Millardo a pillow.
"What's this for?" He asked.
"You're sleeping on the couch."
*
That Night:
Relena crept out of her window, not glancing back.
'I'm so sorry, everyone, but this is how it has to be…' she thought, and threw her backpack to the
ground. The guard didn't notice her at all.
She snuck through the grounds and made it outside the palace walls easily.
"That was simple…now I know how Heero did it all those years ago…" saying his name brought to pain
to his cheat.
She dismissed him from her mind, but always, she'd know he'd be there…
Whistling a miner's song, she skipped down the country lane towards the city, where she'd leave her life
as Relena Darlian-Peacecraft and become Relena, the teenager.
*
In the Morning at the Sank Kingdom:
"WHAT THE??" Millardo's voice rang throughout the palace. "Where is she??"
Noin tried to calm her husband down, but being close to hysterics too, she couldn't except fan herself and
whimper.
"We need to call Lady Une at Preventers." She stated, her eyes bloodshot.
"And the Gundam Pilots, right?" Millardo sighed. "Do you think Relena went to find Heero?"
"No…"
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING??" Lady Une's voice cried out. "Relena? GONE??"
"Yea," Quatre Winner sighed. "Not kidnapped…she left on her own…"
"To where?" Lady Une asked, shaking. "Does Preventer Wind know? Noin? The other pilots?"
"No idea to where…they all know and we're meeting their now."
"I'll be right there."
"Goodbye then."
"So where do you think she went?" Duo Maxwell asked, glancing around at everyone.
Quatre could only sigh "anywhere" and his friend Trowa Barton shrugged. WuFei grunted and Duo
couldn't say anything, being speechless for once in his life. The other, last pilot, remained unchanged.
"Heero?"
"Hnn?" Brought out of his trance by Hilde's voice, he turned to look at his worried friends.
"Was she going to see you?" Catherine asked softly. "That's the only thing we can guess."
"No, she wasn't."
Everyone drew in a breath and stared at him.
"She left me a note instead, instructing me to tell all of you, that—" he broke off and shook his head.
Emotions were getting the better of him again.
"What did it say?" Millardo asked sharply.
Pulling out a piece of crumpled, tear-stained paper, he shakily read, scaring everyone:
"Dear friends and family,
I'd like to tell you that I cannot hold my position of Queen of the World, as I've grown tired and fatigued
of all the pressure and death threats that I have not told you about. Yes, I know it may seem stupid of me
not to tell you, but I think it is best if I leave for a while. I will try to stay in contact, but if I do, you might
be able to trace me and I really don't want you to.
For once in my life, I want to be a normal teenager, not Mr. Darlian's daughter of Peacecraft's girl.
Please forgive and Millardo, don't shoot Heero. He didn't know anything about this. No one did, as I did
it on my own.
I love you all and my regards to Quatre for missing the fabulous Christmas party he holds every year.
I am alive, don't worry about that…(Relena had chuckled as she wrote this)…I know you'll worry; please
don't.
Love you all, Love,
Relena, the normal teenager"
Tears threatened to fall from Heero's eyes as he finished and he threw the paper down on the coffee table,
slumping out of the room.
'What am I doing?' he chided himself. 'Showing emotion? No…I can't…but I love her…'
*
The same day, in the middle of Sank City, a busy street:
Relena was in awe…no one recognized her. She was happy. Stopping at a window, she looked at the
clothing store and smiled at her reflection as she turned her head slightly.
'That cherry-blonde hair dye is so me,' she giggled. Remembering when she walked into the shop, she
thought back:
"Can I help you miss?" the lady at the counter asked, she was writing in the appointment book.
"Yes, I'd like an appointment, today if possible," Relena told her.
"Sure, I can do you now. Do you need time to look through a book?"
"No…I want you to do what comes natural to me," Relena declared, gulping. "I'd also like to dye my
hair."
"Sure! I'm Christine, by the way," the girl introduced herself.
"Nice to meet you," Relena smiled.
Settling her into a chair, after washing her hair, Christine looked at her, parting her hair in the middle,
and stood in front of her.
"Hmm…how about short?" she asked, pulling her hair out and up and down.
"How short?" Relena licked her lips nervously.
"Shoulder length. And…colour…Hmm…strawberry-blonde?" Christine smiled. "It's so you…the new
you."
"Yes!" Relena cried. 'The new me…I like that…'
After it was done, Relena paid, but before leaving, Christine asked, "who are you?"
"Relena…Relena, the new one."
She smiled and left the girl in confusion.
Chuckling as she remembered this, Relena stepped out onto the street to cross, not noticing the car
swerving around the corner at a too high speed, so the screech of tires as she was knocked to the ground,
and fell into a world of darkness…
Chapter One
Millardo paced around the room nervously. Two weeks later and no word from Relena.
"Give it up, we have to!" Noin pleaded.
"NO! I won't believe she's gone, not without a goodbye," Millardo declared stubbornly.
"Oh, Zechs," Noin whispered, and ran out of the room, almost bumping into Heero.
"Any news, Yuy?" Millardo sighed, collapsing into his desk armchair.
"None." Even Heero had a stressed edge in his voice. His chocolate brown, messy, hair was more screwed
around and his eyes had no sparkle in them.
"I wish…"
"Wishing won't do us anything. She—She's gone…" Heero muttered.
"No…I thought you of all people would believe she's still around…oh…do I wish she'd come back…one
day at least."
*
Hospital, Sank:
'Hun' sat up and played with her food.
"Ugh…well, at least I know now I hate peas," she muttered. A nurse knocked on her door and smiled at
her.
"How are you today, Hun?" she asked, pulling the tray away. "Feeling better?"
"Not much," she admitted. "I found out I hate peas though," she smiled, then frowned, "did you find out
anything yet?"
"The doctor is coming in again shortly, he can tell you, okay, Hun?" the nurse smiled softly down on her,
and tucked a stray strawberry-blonde piece of hair behind 'Hun's' ear. "I'm sure you'll be fine…soon."
"So do I," 'Hun' sighed.
The doctor chose that moment to come in and cleared his throat before the nurse left.
"I have news for you," he smiled, his brown eyes lighting up.
"Do I have a name?" 'Hun' asked, happily.
"No…not yet, but something else…"
"Oh?" Still interested, the girl smiled at the old man, trusting him.
"I have found out that you can receive your memory back, but it might be a scattered at first, or it'll all
come back instantly." He nodded at her huddled frame, watching her wrap her arms around her hugged
knees and rock.
"Anything else?"
"You can leave soon, but you better have a name. Why don't you walk around a bit, 'Hun', and meet
some new people? They might be new friends for you," the Doctor suggested, and 'Hun' climbed our of
bed. Before she left, two young women came in, carrying a bunch of flowers.
"Hey, you're up," the first, shorter one, smiled. "These are for you."
Handing the flowers to the patient, she smelled them in and closed her eyes.
"Lilacs…I love this smell…" she looked over the first girl and then asked, "who are you?"
The second one laughed merrily and placed her flower bouquet down. She had short brown hair, and was
much taller than her friend.
"We're the ones who found you…" she smiled, sitting down on a vacant chair.
"Found me?" 'Hun' asked, confused.
"Yeah," the first one said, a bit of sadness in her voice. "Do you remember what happened?"
"What happened?"
"You were hit by a car on the street. We're tourists from New York, and we tried to push you out of the
way in time but Hermione only managed to make sure you weren't run over…you smashed right into the
hood of the car," the first one explained. "I'm Sandy Smith, by the way…"
"Run over?!" 'Hun' cried. "Oh no! I owe you so many thanks! And your vacation must have been
ruined!"
"No, no…" Hermione smiled. "I'm just glad you weren't hurt anymore than…"
"Than what?"
"You lost your memory," Sandy said slowly. "Do you remember anything?"
"Nothing…not even my name…"
"Did they check for any identification?"
"I think in my purse, but I remember I was running away from someone…to start over…"
"A new life?" Hermione smiled softly.
"Yes," 'Hun' murmured.
"Then why don't you come with us back home?" Sandy asked, jumping out of her seat, clasping her hand
in 'Hun's'.
"Um…YEAH!" 'Hun' jumped up, smiling.
"But you need a name," Hermione bit her lip, thinking. "How about…" she looked around through the
girls discarded jeans and sweater. Reaching in one of the pockets, she found a washed-up piece of paper. It
was a letter, but the only thing readable was "dear Relena".
"Your name," Sandy breathed, squinting.
"My name?" 'Hun' cried, reaching for the paper. "My name…Relena."
*
Winner's:
"No news?" Trowa asked his friend, flopping down on the couch. Catherine came in right after him and
sat next to her brother.
"Nothing, but there is this headline of two tourists saving this girl from being killed by a car." Quatre
replied, handing over the newspaper.
"Do they know who the girl is?" Catherine asked, reading it quickly, before handing it to Trowa.
"No…she didn't have any ID. She has amnesia and the Doctor who's taking care of her won't say
anything to the press," Quatre sighed. Dorothy, who was reading in a char not so far away, came up to
Quatre and hugged him gently.
"We're all missing Miss Relena, Quatre," she began, tears in her eyes. "But we can't do anything
now…all we can hope is that there is no war over this…has Mr. Millardo told the press yet?"
"No…" Duo sighed from his standing position by the window, where Hilde had her head resting on his
shoulder, "he says he won't tell the press anything except Relena is sick…he says until one month goes by
and no news, he'll stay quiet."
Glancing over at the wall calendar, Sally murmured, "two weeks left…"
Chapter Two
The doctor had agreed to let Relena out with her two new friends, who were very happy to have her come
home with them.
As she was very popular in the hospital, the nurses and doctors had arranged to make her a new passport,
ID, and give her new credit cards. Yet, having no last name, they wondered what to give her.
"Granger is mine…Smith is Sandy's," Hermione pondered aloud, "I have no idea what to call you."
"Something I can easily remember," Relena teased.
"Smith is pretty world-wide and easy," Sandy smiled, her long sandy-coloured hair bobbing up and down
as she nodded.
"How about Johnson then? Or Richardson? Anything really," the Doctor who took care of her supplied.
"I don't know," Relena mused, flipping through a borrowed comic book a small child next door leant her.
Her eyes widened and she pointed down on the page. "Veronica's last name! From Archie Comics!
Lodge!"
"Lodge!" Sandy smiled. "Better make sure there isn't anyone in New York with that name!"
"I don't think so," Hermione chuckled, and then Relena Lodge left the hospital, starting her new life
over…
They reached the airport in record time, as if Sank City wanted Relena to leave.
They walked up to the counter, got their tickets and began to head for the waiting rooms. They past a
large TV screen, where they stopped wide-eyed to watch the News Report.
"…and now for the most shocking news today, even in history! I've just received notice from Mr.
Millardo Peacecraft, aka Zechs Marquise that Ms. Relena Darlian-Peacecraft is reported missing. He is
reluctant to tell us anymore information except the fact that she had left nearly two weeks prior to
yesterday." The whole airport was silent as a few people sniffed and two women cried.
"As of this time, today, Mr. Millardo Peacecraft will become the Chief Representative of the World
Nation, created by Ms. Relena Peacecraft. There will be a memorial held in Tokyo, where she spent most
of her vacation, in three weeks. She is presumed dead and no other investigations shall be held. The world
will miss you, Relena Peacecraft."
No one moved, or dared to even sigh. Everyone was silent…
There was an uproar as people let the reality sink in. Their beloved Relena…missing…presumed dead…
*
Winner's:
No one moved or said anything, including Duo. They all stared at the TV screen in the living room. Hilde
dropped a box of pins and needles for her stitching and Catherine's knives dropped to the ground in a
clatter. Duo's fork, which consisted of tons of pancakes to shove into his mouth, fell back to the plate, and
even WuFei was staring at the screen in shock. Sally and Dorothy were silently crying and Quatre had a
hard time to stop. Trowa had his mask back on of no emotions, and so did Heero…but one thing was
wrong with Heero's face…
He had a tear go down his cheek, unnoticed by everyone, except him.
'Relena…'
*
New York, shared apartment:
"Wow, this is a nice place," Relena observed, dropping her bags to the ground. She carried in one each of
Hermione's and Sandy's, as they had bought tons of clothes in Europe.
"Thanks, but it's not much," Hermione stated, "the only reason we can afford it is because our club is
really popular here."
"You own a club?"
"Yeah," Sandy smiled. "But this guy bought it off of us so we waitress there now…but we get a higher
pay than the others."
"Shouldn't you be partners then?"
"Possible, but we don't mind…actually, he doesn't know we go to his competitor's all the time, and we
work their too."
"Are you going to quit?"
"Yup, today actually!" Sandy smiled, and then grabbed Relena's arm. "Come on, we'll show you to your
room!"
Relena learned that Hermione drew comics (or more anime) and had a job submitting her mangas to local
comic book stores and was selling them that way. She also wrote stories some of the time and was
working on the romance novel.
"I'm a hopeless romantic," she gushed, blushing. "It's true…"
"So am I," Relena sighed dreamily, and they burst out laughing.
Sandy owned a horse near the country-side and taught people how to ride on weekends. She also drew
but worked for Marvel Comics.
"Wow, but where is my job going to be?" Relena asked, when she found all this out.
"You can waitress with us and then you'll discover some of your talents," Hermione smiled. "Oh, and by
the way, your dye is coming out…why don't you go out and buy the redo shampoo?"
"Great idea! Let's take her shopping! She needs a new wardrobe!" Sandy grinned.
Relena watched in horror as her friends dragged her out the house and to the shopping mall, maxxing out
their credit cards all for her.
They came back home just in time to change into their uniforms and get to work.
"Are you still in school?" Relena asked.
"I'm in art school, and Sandy's in another art course," Hermione explained, as they sat in the back of
Sandy's jeep.
"Cool…"
"Yeah," came Sandy's reply…
*
Sank:
Millardo sighed and winced, no wonder Relena left, this was hard work.
Noin wrapped her arms around her husband and smiled softly at him. "Are you okay? You look
bushed…maybe you should stop now."
"I think so," Millardo replied, standing up and yawning. "Now I know why Relena left, this stuff is too
hard to remember and organize."
Noin sighed and shook her head. "Poor you then."
She kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the study, Millardo flowing her. He stopped by a window
and looked out at the moon.
'Relena…wherever you are, please be safe,' he thought, and went on with his life, finally letting his little
sister go, but somewhere in him never forgot her.
Disclaimer: I don't own GW or the song…oh, this ISN'T a Songfic. And I don't own Marvel, or Archie
Comics
AN: um…this may seem similar to some other stories about Relena but I'm trying to make this as
different as possible.
Prologue
AC 200
Relena glared at her brother and her sister-in-law.
"Why can't you tell me?" she pleaded.
"I—I can't…I'm sorry," he stammered, his long blond hair glimmering in the midnight light.
"Noin…" her voice was sharp and she had a touch of threatening bitterness in it.
"I'm—Oh, Relena…I'm sorry." With that said, Noin brushed away some tears and watched Relena glare
in turn to both of them.
"Fine." She said. "If you won't tell me…" she sighed, letting her curse trail off. "Go to hell."
She then turned and walked out of the study into her room.
Noin turned to Millardo, "we could've told her! Now she's mad at both of us! I can't stand this,
Millardo!"
"I refuse to tell her where Heero is! I promised her that she wouldn't be heartbroken by him anymore!"
"God…stubbornness must run in the Peacecraft family!"
She then left out the same way Relena, did, tossing Millardo a pillow.
"What's this for?" He asked.
"You're sleeping on the couch."
*
That Night:
Relena crept out of her window, not glancing back.
'I'm so sorry, everyone, but this is how it has to be…' she thought, and threw her backpack to the
ground. The guard didn't notice her at all.
She snuck through the grounds and made it outside the palace walls easily.
"That was simple…now I know how Heero did it all those years ago…" saying his name brought to pain
to his cheat.
She dismissed him from her mind, but always, she'd know he'd be there…
Whistling a miner's song, she skipped down the country lane towards the city, where she'd leave her life
as Relena Darlian-Peacecraft and become Relena, the teenager.
*
In the Morning at the Sank Kingdom:
"WHAT THE??" Millardo's voice rang throughout the palace. "Where is she??"
Noin tried to calm her husband down, but being close to hysterics too, she couldn't except fan herself and
whimper.
"We need to call Lady Une at Preventers." She stated, her eyes bloodshot.
"And the Gundam Pilots, right?" Millardo sighed. "Do you think Relena went to find Heero?"
"No…"
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING??" Lady Une's voice cried out. "Relena? GONE??"
"Yea," Quatre Winner sighed. "Not kidnapped…she left on her own…"
"To where?" Lady Une asked, shaking. "Does Preventer Wind know? Noin? The other pilots?"
"No idea to where…they all know and we're meeting their now."
"I'll be right there."
"Goodbye then."
"So where do you think she went?" Duo Maxwell asked, glancing around at everyone.
Quatre could only sigh "anywhere" and his friend Trowa Barton shrugged. WuFei grunted and Duo
couldn't say anything, being speechless for once in his life. The other, last pilot, remained unchanged.
"Heero?"
"Hnn?" Brought out of his trance by Hilde's voice, he turned to look at his worried friends.
"Was she going to see you?" Catherine asked softly. "That's the only thing we can guess."
"No, she wasn't."
Everyone drew in a breath and stared at him.
"She left me a note instead, instructing me to tell all of you, that—" he broke off and shook his head.
Emotions were getting the better of him again.
"What did it say?" Millardo asked sharply.
Pulling out a piece of crumpled, tear-stained paper, he shakily read, scaring everyone:
"Dear friends and family,
I'd like to tell you that I cannot hold my position of Queen of the World, as I've grown tired and fatigued
of all the pressure and death threats that I have not told you about. Yes, I know it may seem stupid of me
not to tell you, but I think it is best if I leave for a while. I will try to stay in contact, but if I do, you might
be able to trace me and I really don't want you to.
For once in my life, I want to be a normal teenager, not Mr. Darlian's daughter of Peacecraft's girl.
Please forgive and Millardo, don't shoot Heero. He didn't know anything about this. No one did, as I did
it on my own.
I love you all and my regards to Quatre for missing the fabulous Christmas party he holds every year.
I am alive, don't worry about that…(Relena had chuckled as she wrote this)…I know you'll worry; please
don't.
Love you all, Love,
Relena, the normal teenager"
Tears threatened to fall from Heero's eyes as he finished and he threw the paper down on the coffee table,
slumping out of the room.
'What am I doing?' he chided himself. 'Showing emotion? No…I can't…but I love her…'
*
The same day, in the middle of Sank City, a busy street:
Relena was in awe…no one recognized her. She was happy. Stopping at a window, she looked at the
clothing store and smiled at her reflection as she turned her head slightly.
'That cherry-blonde hair dye is so me,' she giggled. Remembering when she walked into the shop, she
thought back:
"Can I help you miss?" the lady at the counter asked, she was writing in the appointment book.
"Yes, I'd like an appointment, today if possible," Relena told her.
"Sure, I can do you now. Do you need time to look through a book?"
"No…I want you to do what comes natural to me," Relena declared, gulping. "I'd also like to dye my
hair."
"Sure! I'm Christine, by the way," the girl introduced herself.
"Nice to meet you," Relena smiled.
Settling her into a chair, after washing her hair, Christine looked at her, parting her hair in the middle,
and stood in front of her.
"Hmm…how about short?" she asked, pulling her hair out and up and down.
"How short?" Relena licked her lips nervously.
"Shoulder length. And…colour…Hmm…strawberry-blonde?" Christine smiled. "It's so you…the new
you."
"Yes!" Relena cried. 'The new me…I like that…'
After it was done, Relena paid, but before leaving, Christine asked, "who are you?"
"Relena…Relena, the new one."
She smiled and left the girl in confusion.
Chuckling as she remembered this, Relena stepped out onto the street to cross, not noticing the car
swerving around the corner at a too high speed, so the screech of tires as she was knocked to the ground,
and fell into a world of darkness…
Chapter One
Millardo paced around the room nervously. Two weeks later and no word from Relena.
"Give it up, we have to!" Noin pleaded.
"NO! I won't believe she's gone, not without a goodbye," Millardo declared stubbornly.
"Oh, Zechs," Noin whispered, and ran out of the room, almost bumping into Heero.
"Any news, Yuy?" Millardo sighed, collapsing into his desk armchair.
"None." Even Heero had a stressed edge in his voice. His chocolate brown, messy, hair was more screwed
around and his eyes had no sparkle in them.
"I wish…"
"Wishing won't do us anything. She—She's gone…" Heero muttered.
"No…I thought you of all people would believe she's still around…oh…do I wish she'd come back…one
day at least."
*
Hospital, Sank:
'Hun' sat up and played with her food.
"Ugh…well, at least I know now I hate peas," she muttered. A nurse knocked on her door and smiled at
her.
"How are you today, Hun?" she asked, pulling the tray away. "Feeling better?"
"Not much," she admitted. "I found out I hate peas though," she smiled, then frowned, "did you find out
anything yet?"
"The doctor is coming in again shortly, he can tell you, okay, Hun?" the nurse smiled softly down on her,
and tucked a stray strawberry-blonde piece of hair behind 'Hun's' ear. "I'm sure you'll be fine…soon."
"So do I," 'Hun' sighed.
The doctor chose that moment to come in and cleared his throat before the nurse left.
"I have news for you," he smiled, his brown eyes lighting up.
"Do I have a name?" 'Hun' asked, happily.
"No…not yet, but something else…"
"Oh?" Still interested, the girl smiled at the old man, trusting him.
"I have found out that you can receive your memory back, but it might be a scattered at first, or it'll all
come back instantly." He nodded at her huddled frame, watching her wrap her arms around her hugged
knees and rock.
"Anything else?"
"You can leave soon, but you better have a name. Why don't you walk around a bit, 'Hun', and meet
some new people? They might be new friends for you," the Doctor suggested, and 'Hun' climbed our of
bed. Before she left, two young women came in, carrying a bunch of flowers.
"Hey, you're up," the first, shorter one, smiled. "These are for you."
Handing the flowers to the patient, she smelled them in and closed her eyes.
"Lilacs…I love this smell…" she looked over the first girl and then asked, "who are you?"
The second one laughed merrily and placed her flower bouquet down. She had short brown hair, and was
much taller than her friend.
"We're the ones who found you…" she smiled, sitting down on a vacant chair.
"Found me?" 'Hun' asked, confused.
"Yeah," the first one said, a bit of sadness in her voice. "Do you remember what happened?"
"What happened?"
"You were hit by a car on the street. We're tourists from New York, and we tried to push you out of the
way in time but Hermione only managed to make sure you weren't run over…you smashed right into the
hood of the car," the first one explained. "I'm Sandy Smith, by the way…"
"Run over?!" 'Hun' cried. "Oh no! I owe you so many thanks! And your vacation must have been
ruined!"
"No, no…" Hermione smiled. "I'm just glad you weren't hurt anymore than…"
"Than what?"
"You lost your memory," Sandy said slowly. "Do you remember anything?"
"Nothing…not even my name…"
"Did they check for any identification?"
"I think in my purse, but I remember I was running away from someone…to start over…"
"A new life?" Hermione smiled softly.
"Yes," 'Hun' murmured.
"Then why don't you come with us back home?" Sandy asked, jumping out of her seat, clasping her hand
in 'Hun's'.
"Um…YEAH!" 'Hun' jumped up, smiling.
"But you need a name," Hermione bit her lip, thinking. "How about…" she looked around through the
girls discarded jeans and sweater. Reaching in one of the pockets, she found a washed-up piece of paper. It
was a letter, but the only thing readable was "dear Relena".
"Your name," Sandy breathed, squinting.
"My name?" 'Hun' cried, reaching for the paper. "My name…Relena."
*
Winner's:
"No news?" Trowa asked his friend, flopping down on the couch. Catherine came in right after him and
sat next to her brother.
"Nothing, but there is this headline of two tourists saving this girl from being killed by a car." Quatre
replied, handing over the newspaper.
"Do they know who the girl is?" Catherine asked, reading it quickly, before handing it to Trowa.
"No…she didn't have any ID. She has amnesia and the Doctor who's taking care of her won't say
anything to the press," Quatre sighed. Dorothy, who was reading in a char not so far away, came up to
Quatre and hugged him gently.
"We're all missing Miss Relena, Quatre," she began, tears in her eyes. "But we can't do anything
now…all we can hope is that there is no war over this…has Mr. Millardo told the press yet?"
"No…" Duo sighed from his standing position by the window, where Hilde had her head resting on his
shoulder, "he says he won't tell the press anything except Relena is sick…he says until one month goes by
and no news, he'll stay quiet."
Glancing over at the wall calendar, Sally murmured, "two weeks left…"
Chapter Two
The doctor had agreed to let Relena out with her two new friends, who were very happy to have her come
home with them.
As she was very popular in the hospital, the nurses and doctors had arranged to make her a new passport,
ID, and give her new credit cards. Yet, having no last name, they wondered what to give her.
"Granger is mine…Smith is Sandy's," Hermione pondered aloud, "I have no idea what to call you."
"Something I can easily remember," Relena teased.
"Smith is pretty world-wide and easy," Sandy smiled, her long sandy-coloured hair bobbing up and down
as she nodded.
"How about Johnson then? Or Richardson? Anything really," the Doctor who took care of her supplied.
"I don't know," Relena mused, flipping through a borrowed comic book a small child next door leant her.
Her eyes widened and she pointed down on the page. "Veronica's last name! From Archie Comics!
Lodge!"
"Lodge!" Sandy smiled. "Better make sure there isn't anyone in New York with that name!"
"I don't think so," Hermione chuckled, and then Relena Lodge left the hospital, starting her new life
over…
They reached the airport in record time, as if Sank City wanted Relena to leave.
They walked up to the counter, got their tickets and began to head for the waiting rooms. They past a
large TV screen, where they stopped wide-eyed to watch the News Report.
"…and now for the most shocking news today, even in history! I've just received notice from Mr.
Millardo Peacecraft, aka Zechs Marquise that Ms. Relena Darlian-Peacecraft is reported missing. He is
reluctant to tell us anymore information except the fact that she had left nearly two weeks prior to
yesterday." The whole airport was silent as a few people sniffed and two women cried.
"As of this time, today, Mr. Millardo Peacecraft will become the Chief Representative of the World
Nation, created by Ms. Relena Peacecraft. There will be a memorial held in Tokyo, where she spent most
of her vacation, in three weeks. She is presumed dead and no other investigations shall be held. The world
will miss you, Relena Peacecraft."
No one moved, or dared to even sigh. Everyone was silent…
There was an uproar as people let the reality sink in. Their beloved Relena…missing…presumed dead…
*
Winner's:
No one moved or said anything, including Duo. They all stared at the TV screen in the living room. Hilde
dropped a box of pins and needles for her stitching and Catherine's knives dropped to the ground in a
clatter. Duo's fork, which consisted of tons of pancakes to shove into his mouth, fell back to the plate, and
even WuFei was staring at the screen in shock. Sally and Dorothy were silently crying and Quatre had a
hard time to stop. Trowa had his mask back on of no emotions, and so did Heero…but one thing was
wrong with Heero's face…
He had a tear go down his cheek, unnoticed by everyone, except him.
'Relena…'
*
New York, shared apartment:
"Wow, this is a nice place," Relena observed, dropping her bags to the ground. She carried in one each of
Hermione's and Sandy's, as they had bought tons of clothes in Europe.
"Thanks, but it's not much," Hermione stated, "the only reason we can afford it is because our club is
really popular here."
"You own a club?"
"Yeah," Sandy smiled. "But this guy bought it off of us so we waitress there now…but we get a higher
pay than the others."
"Shouldn't you be partners then?"
"Possible, but we don't mind…actually, he doesn't know we go to his competitor's all the time, and we
work their too."
"Are you going to quit?"
"Yup, today actually!" Sandy smiled, and then grabbed Relena's arm. "Come on, we'll show you to your
room!"
Relena learned that Hermione drew comics (or more anime) and had a job submitting her mangas to local
comic book stores and was selling them that way. She also wrote stories some of the time and was
working on the romance novel.
"I'm a hopeless romantic," she gushed, blushing. "It's true…"
"So am I," Relena sighed dreamily, and they burst out laughing.
Sandy owned a horse near the country-side and taught people how to ride on weekends. She also drew
but worked for Marvel Comics.
"Wow, but where is my job going to be?" Relena asked, when she found all this out.
"You can waitress with us and then you'll discover some of your talents," Hermione smiled. "Oh, and by
the way, your dye is coming out…why don't you go out and buy the redo shampoo?"
"Great idea! Let's take her shopping! She needs a new wardrobe!" Sandy grinned.
Relena watched in horror as her friends dragged her out the house and to the shopping mall, maxxing out
their credit cards all for her.
They came back home just in time to change into their uniforms and get to work.
"Are you still in school?" Relena asked.
"I'm in art school, and Sandy's in another art course," Hermione explained, as they sat in the back of
Sandy's jeep.
"Cool…"
"Yeah," came Sandy's reply…
*
Sank:
Millardo sighed and winced, no wonder Relena left, this was hard work.
Noin wrapped her arms around her husband and smiled softly at him. "Are you okay? You look
bushed…maybe you should stop now."
"I think so," Millardo replied, standing up and yawning. "Now I know why Relena left, this stuff is too
hard to remember and organize."
Noin sighed and shook her head. "Poor you then."
She kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the study, Millardo flowing her. He stopped by a window
and looked out at the moon.
'Relena…wherever you are, please be safe,' he thought, and went on with his life, finally letting his little
sister go, but somewhere in him never forgot her.