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Masks
~*~ Relena's POV ~*~
I have spent many hours just looking at the mirror. No, not at the mirror, into the mirror. I fail to see the person everyone else sees though. I can not see her.
Perhaps I have failed in that sense, but it is true. The ireal/i Relena Peacecraft, I can not see. I see the face of Relena Peacecraft, but I do not see the spirit the press loves to rave about. I do not see courage, I only see fear and uncertainy.
I smile. Yes, there is Relena Peacecraft. There is the happy, smiling face the Earth and Colonies seem to love and trust. The face that soothes all woes, the face that takes on the worries of not only the Earth, but of the colonies as well.
I have decided that the face everyone sees is only a mask. I do not, I ican not/i, let the mask fall in the presence of others. My dear brother, Milliardo, I must keep strong for him. His newly-wed bride, Noin, must not see the real me either. Those two are happy, finally. They deserve all the happiness, joy and love that has and will continue to come to them. It would be cruel of me to burden them with my problems, my fears, my uncertainties. Relena Peacecraft is inever/i cruel, therefore, I must not be cruel. I shall keep my secrets to myself. After all, who is better to keep your secrets than yourself?
I know of someone. In fact, I have this person with me now. Oh, he is not really a person, a human being. No, he is my faithful teddy bear. I named him Cap'n Hope. A silly name for a bear, much less one that is a boy, isn't it? I can not help it though, that is the only name that will fit him. He is growing old now, I believe he is nearly two years old now. Yes, I will be 18 this year. My Hope is growing old.
He was given to me by a wonderful friend, Heero Yuy. I chuckle softly, friend? I am not sure what I am to Heero; friend or foe. I would like to believe I am his friend, perhaps, one day, even more. I sigh, no, that is another childish dream I must give up. Heero will never love me, he only saved me because I am a Dove of Peace. Nothing more, nothing less.
I suppose I hold onto childish dreams because they make me feel young again. I feel much older than 18, these last three years have changed me greatly. I would be lying if I said I do not miss my younger carefree life somewhat. I do miss it. I do not really miss the money, the popularity..no, nothing like that. I miss the love, the security my adoptive parents offered me, they sheltered me. I sigh once more. Yes, I miss them.
I slowly turn away from the mirror, there is nothing more to see. My eyes sweep over my cluttered vanity. A lone tear runs down my cheek at the memories that my many pictures bring rushing back. I have only one of Heero, that is of us dancing that long, long night ago. I can still remember the music, the feel of his strong arms around me, the rustling of my new dress...then I open my eyes. Reality is a cruel wake-up call, a very cruel one.
Here I stand, Vice-Forgein Minister Relena Dorlain-Peacecraft. I wear a mask of many colors, many emotions and many lies. I only pray, and dare to hope, that one day I will find someone who understands. Until then, I shall remain the actress I am. I force a smile onto my face, hold my head high and my shoulders squared. Until then....oh, until that sweet day...
I do not live for myself. I live for the soldiers who were lost at war, the ones who were scarred by war, the ones who want and need peace, the children who deserve peace, and for hope.
I will not let my friends down. Quatre, Duo, Trowa, Wufei, Sally, Nion, Milliardo....Heero, I will live and fight for them. One day I will tell them how much they mean to mean, how much I love them. Perhaps that is the same day I will tell Heero I still love him, perhaps that is the day my mask will fall for the first time infront of others. Until then, I am Relena Peacecraft...and I will survive.
~*~ Heero's POV ~*~
I lurk in the shadows. I am the unseen face that sees all. Sometimes I think I have seen too much. Too much blood, too much death, too much chaos, too much for any 19 year-old.
Now I watch the exact opposite of everything I have ever seen. I watch the Dove of Peace, Angel to the Weary and the woman who has melted a heart of ice. A small smirk crosses my lips, actually it more like a heart of Gundanium alloy.
It has been two years since I became her shadow, protecting her from anything dark. Yes, that includes myself. Not only do I protect her from people who wish her life to end, I protect her from the one who may break her heart; me.
I have never told her I love her. I just found out recently myself. My best-friend Duo Maxwell, yes that crazy American with the long chesnut braid is my best friend. He still gets on my nerves at times, how one who can so cheerfully proclaim himself as the 'God of Death' then go pull a prank on Wufei...I shake my head, a small smile crossing my lips.
Duo has taught me alot. He taught me to smile, to laugh..but she taught me to love. She broke my mask of nothing, replaced it with a real face; warmed my iced over heart and replaced with with one that feels.
I watch her stare into the mirror, her gaze empty..eerily it looks haunted. I have seen her mask. I have learned when her beautiful smile is forced and fake, and when it is genuine and loving. Her eyes are always warm, full of life, they dance to an unsung tune of peace, hope, faith and love. Looking into the mirror, they are blank, full of nothing. An oxymoron, yes I know, but it is the only way to describe them.
I have wondered what life would of been like if there would of been no Operation Meteor. Would I of meet her? Would I be different? Would I know my parents? Would I of grown up to be 'normal'? I blink, now is not the time to think of such things.
I continue to watch Relena. She forces smiles onto her face, then sighs when she realizes how fake they are. A lone tear rolls down her face, she does not bother to wipe it off or even acknowlege it's existence.
She wraps her arms around herself, a soft smile crossing her pink lips. Her eyes are closed, a memory is taking hold of her. She softly hummed a few bars of some song, it sounds so familar...
Her eyes suddenly snap open, reality has hit it's mark. My own eyes widen as the song she was singing registers. It was the song we danced to long ago at her school. The night before OZ attacked, the night before I saved her. I remember the confusion I felt, she was in the way of my mission, yet why couldn't I kill her?
She suddenly smiles, holds her head high and holds herself with a dignity no one else can even come close to. The life is slowly coming back into her eyes, but a bitter emptiness remains.
Until the day comes when I no longer pose a threat to her, when I can openly tell her how I feel, until that day comes I will remain in the shadows. I will remain unseen, unheard and unfeeling.
I stopped living for myself years ago. I began to live for peace, for iher/i. I am one of her lost causes, the solider left over from war who wants peace, but doesn't want it. When there is peace, what does a solider do? He lives for something else, in my case I began to live for someone else. I live for Relena.
I will not let her down. I will not let the world down. They need her, I need her. We all need her whether we know it or not. If a day ever comes when she is not needed by them, she will be needed by me. All the Gundam Pilots, the people of Earth, the people of the Colonies, we all need her. She may not realize it, but we do. Until then, I am Heero Yuy...and I will survive.
Masks
~*~ Relena's POV ~*~
I have spent many hours just looking at the mirror. No, not at the mirror, into the mirror. I fail to see the person everyone else sees though. I can not see her.
Perhaps I have failed in that sense, but it is true. The ireal/i Relena Peacecraft, I can not see. I see the face of Relena Peacecraft, but I do not see the spirit the press loves to rave about. I do not see courage, I only see fear and uncertainy.
I smile. Yes, there is Relena Peacecraft. There is the happy, smiling face the Earth and Colonies seem to love and trust. The face that soothes all woes, the face that takes on the worries of not only the Earth, but of the colonies as well.
I have decided that the face everyone sees is only a mask. I do not, I ican not/i, let the mask fall in the presence of others. My dear brother, Milliardo, I must keep strong for him. His newly-wed bride, Noin, must not see the real me either. Those two are happy, finally. They deserve all the happiness, joy and love that has and will continue to come to them. It would be cruel of me to burden them with my problems, my fears, my uncertainties. Relena Peacecraft is inever/i cruel, therefore, I must not be cruel. I shall keep my secrets to myself. After all, who is better to keep your secrets than yourself?
I know of someone. In fact, I have this person with me now. Oh, he is not really a person, a human being. No, he is my faithful teddy bear. I named him Cap'n Hope. A silly name for a bear, much less one that is a boy, isn't it? I can not help it though, that is the only name that will fit him. He is growing old now, I believe he is nearly two years old now. Yes, I will be 18 this year. My Hope is growing old.
He was given to me by a wonderful friend, Heero Yuy. I chuckle softly, friend? I am not sure what I am to Heero; friend or foe. I would like to believe I am his friend, perhaps, one day, even more. I sigh, no, that is another childish dream I must give up. Heero will never love me, he only saved me because I am a Dove of Peace. Nothing more, nothing less.
I suppose I hold onto childish dreams because they make me feel young again. I feel much older than 18, these last three years have changed me greatly. I would be lying if I said I do not miss my younger carefree life somewhat. I do miss it. I do not really miss the money, the popularity..no, nothing like that. I miss the love, the security my adoptive parents offered me, they sheltered me. I sigh once more. Yes, I miss them.
I slowly turn away from the mirror, there is nothing more to see. My eyes sweep over my cluttered vanity. A lone tear runs down my cheek at the memories that my many pictures bring rushing back. I have only one of Heero, that is of us dancing that long, long night ago. I can still remember the music, the feel of his strong arms around me, the rustling of my new dress...then I open my eyes. Reality is a cruel wake-up call, a very cruel one.
Here I stand, Vice-Forgein Minister Relena Dorlain-Peacecraft. I wear a mask of many colors, many emotions and many lies. I only pray, and dare to hope, that one day I will find someone who understands. Until then, I shall remain the actress I am. I force a smile onto my face, hold my head high and my shoulders squared. Until then....oh, until that sweet day...
I do not live for myself. I live for the soldiers who were lost at war, the ones who were scarred by war, the ones who want and need peace, the children who deserve peace, and for hope.
I will not let my friends down. Quatre, Duo, Trowa, Wufei, Sally, Nion, Milliardo....Heero, I will live and fight for them. One day I will tell them how much they mean to mean, how much I love them. Perhaps that is the same day I will tell Heero I still love him, perhaps that is the day my mask will fall for the first time infront of others. Until then, I am Relena Peacecraft...and I will survive.
~*~ Heero's POV ~*~
I lurk in the shadows. I am the unseen face that sees all. Sometimes I think I have seen too much. Too much blood, too much death, too much chaos, too much for any 19 year-old.
Now I watch the exact opposite of everything I have ever seen. I watch the Dove of Peace, Angel to the Weary and the woman who has melted a heart of ice. A small smirk crosses my lips, actually it more like a heart of Gundanium alloy.
It has been two years since I became her shadow, protecting her from anything dark. Yes, that includes myself. Not only do I protect her from people who wish her life to end, I protect her from the one who may break her heart; me.
I have never told her I love her. I just found out recently myself. My best-friend Duo Maxwell, yes that crazy American with the long chesnut braid is my best friend. He still gets on my nerves at times, how one who can so cheerfully proclaim himself as the 'God of Death' then go pull a prank on Wufei...I shake my head, a small smile crossing my lips.
Duo has taught me alot. He taught me to smile, to laugh..but she taught me to love. She broke my mask of nothing, replaced it with a real face; warmed my iced over heart and replaced with with one that feels.
I watch her stare into the mirror, her gaze empty..eerily it looks haunted. I have seen her mask. I have learned when her beautiful smile is forced and fake, and when it is genuine and loving. Her eyes are always warm, full of life, they dance to an unsung tune of peace, hope, faith and love. Looking into the mirror, they are blank, full of nothing. An oxymoron, yes I know, but it is the only way to describe them.
I have wondered what life would of been like if there would of been no Operation Meteor. Would I of meet her? Would I be different? Would I know my parents? Would I of grown up to be 'normal'? I blink, now is not the time to think of such things.
I continue to watch Relena. She forces smiles onto her face, then sighs when she realizes how fake they are. A lone tear rolls down her face, she does not bother to wipe it off or even acknowlege it's existence.
She wraps her arms around herself, a soft smile crossing her pink lips. Her eyes are closed, a memory is taking hold of her. She softly hummed a few bars of some song, it sounds so familar...
Her eyes suddenly snap open, reality has hit it's mark. My own eyes widen as the song she was singing registers. It was the song we danced to long ago at her school. The night before OZ attacked, the night before I saved her. I remember the confusion I felt, she was in the way of my mission, yet why couldn't I kill her?
She suddenly smiles, holds her head high and holds herself with a dignity no one else can even come close to. The life is slowly coming back into her eyes, but a bitter emptiness remains.
Until the day comes when I no longer pose a threat to her, when I can openly tell her how I feel, until that day comes I will remain in the shadows. I will remain unseen, unheard and unfeeling.
I stopped living for myself years ago. I began to live for peace, for iher/i. I am one of her lost causes, the solider left over from war who wants peace, but doesn't want it. When there is peace, what does a solider do? He lives for something else, in my case I began to live for someone else. I live for Relena.
I will not let her down. I will not let the world down. They need her, I need her. We all need her whether we know it or not. If a day ever comes when she is not needed by them, she will be needed by me. All the Gundam Pilots, the people of Earth, the people of the Colonies, we all need her. She may not realize it, but we do. Until then, I am Heero Yuy...and I will survive.