Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise, Bandai and whoever else - but certainly not me. :p
"Heero!" A familiar voice greets us from the open doorway. Well, greets him anyway. I look up in disgust as she stares fawningly at him, worship and helplessness blended together artistically in an attempt to get him to notice her. I snort, pretending to bury my head in my magazine, peering over the cover to see his reaction
Or non-reaction as it turns out. He doesn't even blink an eye as he continues to scan the information provided by the computer. Figures. Mr Perfect Soldier might as well be a chunk of stone when it comes to her. I suppress a twisted smirk.
"Heero?" Her voice is far more tentative this time, her smile faltering just a touch in the face of his apathy. I can't help it. I simply have to jump in and rescue her from her 'hero'…
"Good evening, Miss Relena!" I toss the magazine onto the low table, bouncing to my feet with a bright grin plastered across my face as I bow formally to her. "Welcome to our humble abode!"
Humble is not the word for it. 'Dump' is more like it; nothing like the mansions and palaces which are normally graced by the presence of Relena Peacecraft. "Will you be staying long?" I prompt her.
"Oh, Duo." She glances at me briefly, in a dismissive manner, before returning her starry-eyed gaze towards Heero. I firmly squash my body's traitorous attempt to flush. Not that either one of them would notice. Why should they? They each only have eyes for the loves of their lives…
"I - I won't stay long," she says in that sweet, condescending tone of hers. "I just wanted to make sure that you were all safe and well."
Yeah, right.
With great difficulty I swallow the hysterical laughter that wells up from my belly, while her adoring eyes never leave his figure. He sits with his back to her, still ignoring her: ignoring the golden hair and gentle face, ignoring those determined eyes. Heero's a firm believer ignoring anything that doesn't involve a mission.
I can't help but wonder what would happen if ever that stone mask of his cracked under her constant onslaught. What would he do? Would he tell her that he loved her? Would he snap and kill her as he has threatened to do? He is the key to my happiness, the key to my future; my entire life hinges upon whether or not he will open the door…
"Ah, we're all fine," I inform her in a loud voice. I wonder if she actually hears me. Her eyeballs are practically glued to him. I grit my teeth.
What is it that she sees in him? Is she so in love with Death that she must court it until she is lost to his embrace? No - that can't be the case; but for someone who is so in love with life and peace, this lust for Heero seems to be quite perverted. She reminds me of myself in a way; I call myself the god of Death, but I always fight so hard to live. I'm such a hypocrite; but then, so is she. Why else would she fall in love with someone whose very nature contradicts her own?
Opposites attract, they say - and those two are about as different as people can get! One loving life, the other simply enduring it as a necessary inconvenience; one seeking peace, the other living only to fight. For crying out loud, he's been trying to kill her since the day they met! Does she get off on that, or what?
He's probably the only person to ever have treated her with such disdain. Poor thing was probably bored with all those socialites she hangs around, desperate for a challenge- although trying to be the salvation of Heero Yuy seems to have been more of a trial than she ever expected. I have to admire her persistence, though. Even if I hate it.
"I'll be going now," she says, looking around at the room, only now realizing what a mess the place was. Well, if I'd known we would be having company I would have cleaned up! A little, anyway…
"So soon? You only just got here!" I protest. "Sure you don't want to stay a bit? I could make us all some coffee…"
"No."
We both blink at the single word that escapes from his mouth. It must have pried its way out with a crowbar…
"Uh, that's alright, Duo." Her face is a little flushed, her eyes disappointed. I had managed to get a reaction out of him; she had not. Idiot. I bite my lip against saying it aloud.
I watch as she turns dispiritedly and walks out the door.
She'll be back. She's not one to admit defeat that easily, although I wish she would. It tears me apart to see her like this, over him. Perhaps one day she will be able to bear his rejection, be able to live without his presence in her life - and on that day…
I laugh softly. Heero turns to glare at me, and I smile impishly back.
The first day I met them he was trying to kill her. I tried to save her from him the, but she defended him from me, my bullets only wounding, not killing…
The day she stops defending him will be the day he dies.
Omae o korosu, Heero!
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