from something. I'm guessing it was the hospital where Relena had him sent, and maybe even
Relena herself. So this is a little fic from Heero's POV thinking, now that he's away from her,
about Relena. Set about a year after EW, early winter of AC 197. Probably OOC and pretty
cliche.
The Fate of Someone Else
Heero Yuy pushed back from his desk, his swivel chair sliding across the floor. He leaned back,
his head over the back of his chair, and let his neck hang loose, turning his bare bedroom
practically upside down in his vision. 'Come on, Yuy, you have a report to finish. Stop lying
around.' But he simply couldn't work. She was on his mind again. Just like she had been when
he came out of his three month coma, when he first experienced the Zero system and Epyon, and
when he saw the look on Duo's face as Hilde was wheeled away, unconscious. "Relena..." He
said slowly, as if trying out the name on his tongue for the first time. God, the things a name
could hold, and how a person could change. Back at St. Margaret's, why, she was nothing more
than a spoiled brat with a deprived teenage girl's mind. 'But then she lost her father...then she
became a princess.' Only then did Heero begin to see this girl's strength. 'And you almost killed
her for it,' something in the back of his mind said. 'No!' He answered himself. 'I...it was a
mission.' 'Then you failed your mission.' 'No I didn't... Things changed.' 'You should have
killed her,' argued the voice in his head. 'Long ago.' 'I...I couldn't kill her,' he thought, the
weight that statement carried suddenly coming down upon him. "I couldn't kill her," he repeated
out loud. He, Heero Yuy, trained assassin, couldn't kill one girl, one girl who was in the way of
everything he stood for. And he had come so close... He remembered staring down the barrel of
his gun, seeing her, her face calm as she put her life in his hands. Her eyes... they had almost been
asking him to go ahead, just shoot her. To his amazement, a wave of regret came over him. "I'm
sorry, Relena," the words slipped from his mouth. 'What am I saying?' he stared down at his
hands. 'A true soldier feels no regret.' 'Then what are you?' the voice in his head started up
again. 'A soldier, or a man?' "I am a soldier!" he said loudly. 'And she....she was nothing but
my target.' 'You're lying, Yuy.' The voice continued. 'You're lying to yourself.' 'No I'm not.
She.... Relena was my mission. I failed that mission. A soldier moves on. She is for someone
else. Not me. That is not me.' 'Only your mission?' The voice contradicted him. 'I think not.'
Heero was indignant. 'She is a pacifist! And royalty! I am a soldier, I fight. Relena was meant
to live her life in a palace by the sea, with maids and gold and gems everywhere. I, I live by a fire
in the woods, under the feet of my Gundam. She has to inspire the people following her, she has
to lead. I fight to stay alive each day, I kill those who oppose me. By nature we are enemies!
There is no way-' 'What about fate?' his inner voice interrupted. 'What?' 'What are you by
fate?' the voice repeated. Heero had no reply for several seconds. "I...I don't know.' He stood
up and looked out the small window in his bedroom, at the dead brown leaves blowing across the
pavement, the wind shaking the bare trees. It should have snowed already, it was early
December. But instead it was bitterly cold, the wind penetrating however many layers anyone
wore. Heero rested his forehead against the cold glass. Slowly, he answered the voice in his head
out loud. "I suppose..." he looked up again. "I suppose by fate we are something else."
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A.N. Should I do a Relena POV sequel? This was going to be a Christmas fic... Anyway, I hope
you enjoyed this one. Comments and criticism are greatly appreciated. 'Later!