"It's Gonna Be Me" Part One: Recollections and Surprises
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Relena Peacecraft paced the confines of her office in the Sank Kingdom. This office, this sanctuary, where she reigns peaceably over her subjects and students at her pacifist institution, offers control over everything of her concern. Almost everything. There are two things of her concern she can not control and wishes it not so. One thing is the Romefellar Foundation and their military ferocity. The second concern, of which she feels for deeply, truly, is the control of Heero Yuy's whereabouts. And his heart.
Heero Yuy. Relena stopped pacing and gazed longingly at the unwavering starry sky. He was somewhere. Unknown. He was somewhere. Alone. It had been so long since she last set eyes on his cool features and his steady gaze was felt, like a growing flame in her heart, on her face, her features. "Where are you, Heero Yuy? Are you in space, where I least want you? Have you returned to Earth, returned to me?" Relena wondered aloud to the blinking eyes of the black space above her. "Will you ever feel this way of me? I will break through your shell of pain and loneliness. I will make you feel love. I will get to you. When you love, it's going to be me."
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You might've been hurt babe
That ain't no lie
You've seen them all come and go, oh
I remember you told me
That it made you believe in
No one, no cry
Maybe that's why
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The next morning, Relena awoke to Paegan, her loyal servant, gently shaking her into consciousness. She blinked sleepily into the midmorning light, filtered onto her face by the crystal glass doors of her balcony. As she woke more, although slowly, she noticed that her balcony doors were open, and that her ivory curtains were undulating ever so slowly from a gentle sea breeze, as were the flimsy, sheet-like hangings draped around her bed. After what seemed an interminable time, she came fully awake. "Umm, yes Paegan? What's the matter?" She asked, still somewhat groggy.
"Miss Relena, we have two new students. Two male students. If I'm correct with my information from Captain Noin, both are sixteen. One young man is from Asia, the second of which is from Japan. I have set out an outfit I believe to be suitable for your meeting with them." Paegan explained simply. "Was I wrong to wake you?"
"No, of course not. I will meet with them immediately. Did they arrive during the night?" Relena said, throwing off her silky ivory sheets and ivory silk down comforter.
"Yes, Miss Relena. I shall wait for you outside." Paegan replied, before he turned and left, shutting the silver inlaid wooden double doors behind him.
Relena walked over to the balcony. She stood with her hands on the railing, taking in the breathtaking view of her institution and her country's beautiful coast. Her thin, soft, almost transparent, spaghetti-strap silver nightgown, fluttered gently against the bare skin it hardly concealed, as the sea breeze tugged and twisted at the edges. Her golden hair played along with the breeze, and curled around in front of her violet eyes, obscuring her vision of peace. She sighed and padded silently on bare feet over to her mirror and the clothes hung beside it that Paegan had set out. She glanced at the clothes as she slipped off her nightgown and began putting on her more intimate apparel. She took a double take at the chosen outfit as she clipped the back of her bra. Relena had been expecting her mauve and white school uniform to be awaiting her dressing, but that was certainly not what was hung beside her mirror. The dress her eyes beheld was the softest of ivory color, floor length, with a low square neck and short sleeves. The top half of the dress fit snugly, while the lower half flowed beautifully. Circling the waist of the stunning ivory dress, was a strip of lavender cloth the color of her eyes. It was unbroken in front, but in back it crisscrossed and tapered down to flow with the rest of the dress. The neckline had similar lavender trim, but remained unbroken. She finished dressing in her intimates and stepped into the dress. The material was cool and comfortable on Relena's skin. She smiled. Even though she liked the dress, why all the fuss for two new students? Why were they so important? Oh, well, Relena sighed. Time to go...
Relena jumped as two women walked in. "Who are you?" She demanded, startled.
"We're sorry to disturb you, Princess Relena. We have been asked to style your hair and apply a little cosmetic." Said one of the women, obviously the hairdresser, for she had scissors and a comb in her hand.
"Oh. All right. Go ahead then, and get it over with. I have a meeting to conduct, a country to run, a war to prevent, and a school to oversee." Relena said, resigned, sitting down in front of her wood and inlaid silver detail vanity chest and mirror. "Get to work, please."
"Yes, Princess. We'll be done in a snap." The two women set to work. Relena ignored them until they were finished, puzzling over the supposed necessity of glamour for this simple meeting. "Finished. What do you think, Princess?" The women asked, obviously pleased with themselves.
Miss Relena looked in the mirror and blinked. Her hair was down, with two curls lining her face, and a crown of braids atop her head; lavender ribbons and diamonds were woven into the braids. The cosmetic artist had painted her lips with a pale, shimmery lip-gloss, and given her a splash of glittery lavender on her eyelids. "Well, this is interesting. Very nice." Relena said, giving herself an appraising eye. She looked at herself again in the mirror.
"Miss Relena, you have a meeting to conduct with two gentlemen." Said Paegan, now standing in the doorway.
"Of course, but, Paegan, why all the fuss?" Relena asked, letting her puzzlement show.
"I assumed that you would want to look especially good for these young men." He explained.
"But why? There is no reason..." Relena trailed off as Paegan opened the large doors to her office.
Standing there, gazing out a crystal, floor-to-ceiling window, were two young men. One turned to her and said, "Hello, Princess Relena. My name is Quatre Raberba Winner." He was sixteen, as Paegan had said, and he had pale blonde hair and limpid blue eyes.
The other boy, Relena dreamt about constantly. He had dark brown hair, and cobalt eyes. He turned and laid a steady gaze on her. "Hello, Relena."
"Heero!" Relena exclaimed.
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Relena Peacecraft paced the confines of her office in the Sank Kingdom. This office, this sanctuary, where she reigns peaceably over her subjects and students at her pacifist institution, offers control over everything of her concern. Almost everything. There are two things of her concern she can not control and wishes it not so. One thing is the Romefellar Foundation and their military ferocity. The second concern, of which she feels for deeply, truly, is the control of Heero Yuy's whereabouts. And his heart.
Heero Yuy. Relena stopped pacing and gazed longingly at the unwavering starry sky. He was somewhere. Unknown. He was somewhere. Alone. It had been so long since she last set eyes on his cool features and his steady gaze was felt, like a growing flame in her heart, on her face, her features. "Where are you, Heero Yuy? Are you in space, where I least want you? Have you returned to Earth, returned to me?" Relena wondered aloud to the blinking eyes of the black space above her. "Will you ever feel this way of me? I will break through your shell of pain and loneliness. I will make you feel love. I will get to you. When you love, it's going to be me."
***
You might've been hurt babe
That ain't no lie
You've seen them all come and go, oh
I remember you told me
That it made you believe in
No one, no cry
Maybe that's why
***
The next morning, Relena awoke to Paegan, her loyal servant, gently shaking her into consciousness. She blinked sleepily into the midmorning light, filtered onto her face by the crystal glass doors of her balcony. As she woke more, although slowly, she noticed that her balcony doors were open, and that her ivory curtains were undulating ever so slowly from a gentle sea breeze, as were the flimsy, sheet-like hangings draped around her bed. After what seemed an interminable time, she came fully awake. "Umm, yes Paegan? What's the matter?" She asked, still somewhat groggy.
"Miss Relena, we have two new students. Two male students. If I'm correct with my information from Captain Noin, both are sixteen. One young man is from Asia, the second of which is from Japan. I have set out an outfit I believe to be suitable for your meeting with them." Paegan explained simply. "Was I wrong to wake you?"
"No, of course not. I will meet with them immediately. Did they arrive during the night?" Relena said, throwing off her silky ivory sheets and ivory silk down comforter.
"Yes, Miss Relena. I shall wait for you outside." Paegan replied, before he turned and left, shutting the silver inlaid wooden double doors behind him.
Relena walked over to the balcony. She stood with her hands on the railing, taking in the breathtaking view of her institution and her country's beautiful coast. Her thin, soft, almost transparent, spaghetti-strap silver nightgown, fluttered gently against the bare skin it hardly concealed, as the sea breeze tugged and twisted at the edges. Her golden hair played along with the breeze, and curled around in front of her violet eyes, obscuring her vision of peace. She sighed and padded silently on bare feet over to her mirror and the clothes hung beside it that Paegan had set out. She glanced at the clothes as she slipped off her nightgown and began putting on her more intimate apparel. She took a double take at the chosen outfit as she clipped the back of her bra. Relena had been expecting her mauve and white school uniform to be awaiting her dressing, but that was certainly not what was hung beside her mirror. The dress her eyes beheld was the softest of ivory color, floor length, with a low square neck and short sleeves. The top half of the dress fit snugly, while the lower half flowed beautifully. Circling the waist of the stunning ivory dress, was a strip of lavender cloth the color of her eyes. It was unbroken in front, but in back it crisscrossed and tapered down to flow with the rest of the dress. The neckline had similar lavender trim, but remained unbroken. She finished dressing in her intimates and stepped into the dress. The material was cool and comfortable on Relena's skin. She smiled. Even though she liked the dress, why all the fuss for two new students? Why were they so important? Oh, well, Relena sighed. Time to go...
Relena jumped as two women walked in. "Who are you?" She demanded, startled.
"We're sorry to disturb you, Princess Relena. We have been asked to style your hair and apply a little cosmetic." Said one of the women, obviously the hairdresser, for she had scissors and a comb in her hand.
"Oh. All right. Go ahead then, and get it over with. I have a meeting to conduct, a country to run, a war to prevent, and a school to oversee." Relena said, resigned, sitting down in front of her wood and inlaid silver detail vanity chest and mirror. "Get to work, please."
"Yes, Princess. We'll be done in a snap." The two women set to work. Relena ignored them until they were finished, puzzling over the supposed necessity of glamour for this simple meeting. "Finished. What do you think, Princess?" The women asked, obviously pleased with themselves.
Miss Relena looked in the mirror and blinked. Her hair was down, with two curls lining her face, and a crown of braids atop her head; lavender ribbons and diamonds were woven into the braids. The cosmetic artist had painted her lips with a pale, shimmery lip-gloss, and given her a splash of glittery lavender on her eyelids. "Well, this is interesting. Very nice." Relena said, giving herself an appraising eye. She looked at herself again in the mirror.
"Miss Relena, you have a meeting to conduct with two gentlemen." Said Paegan, now standing in the doorway.
"Of course, but, Paegan, why all the fuss?" Relena asked, letting her puzzlement show.
"I assumed that you would want to look especially good for these young men." He explained.
"But why? There is no reason..." Relena trailed off as Paegan opened the large doors to her office.
Standing there, gazing out a crystal, floor-to-ceiling window, were two young men. One turned to her and said, "Hello, Princess Relena. My name is Quatre Raberba Winner." He was sixteen, as Paegan had said, and he had pale blonde hair and limpid blue eyes.
The other boy, Relena dreamt about constantly. He had dark brown hair, and cobalt eyes. He turned and laid a steady gaze on her. "Hello, Relena."
"Heero!" Relena exclaimed.
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