My Love.
I can't go a day without feeling your lips upon mine.
You are my day, my night, my reason for living.
Valentine's Day is a day for lovers, for us.
Please meet me at the fountain tonight,
Your Devoted Worshiper
Thus starts: Valentine's Day Showdown
Ch. 1; Letter Lover
Trowa finished typing his letter and slipped it on the desk of his loved one. This was their first Valentine's Day together and he wanted to make it special. What men and fools would do when they fall in love.
He quietly slipped out of the room; pleased with the fact he had got in and out without her grabbing her gun and threatening to shoot him. He almost smiled at that, a sure spitfire she was.
Dorothy rolled over in her bed. She grinned, he was back to watching her sleep again. It was quite a romantic gesture for him to do; he was a teddy bear at heart. If only her friends could be so lucky with their pilots.
She drifted back to sleep; she loved him. It came as quite a surprise to her when she figured it out. Her last thoughts before she fell into the bliss we call sleep were that she now had everything she could possibly want.
Duo jumped in to Dorothy's room early the next morning. It was day 3 of his mailroom punishment. The first morning he had come to pick up the mail she had almost shot him, the second morning it seemed like someone was in here with her. She was his favorite stop in the morning; it amused him to no end to see what she did in the morning.
She didn't do anything but gesture to where the mail to go out was. He was disappointed until he got over to her desk. On top of it was the sappiest note he had every read. So Dorothy secretly loved him? What was he going to do?
He had to admit she was pretty, in a weird sort of way. She had finally got rid of the eyebrows. It turns out they were just glue on and were a way to intimidate Relena. The only problem was, Relena didn't really notice the eyebrows, and if she did she's way to polite to say anything.
He would have given some thought to meeting Dorothy at the fountain, but he cared too much for Hilde not to spend the evening with her. He debate whether or not to leave her a note saying he couldn't make it but just then his superior officer came by and started to glare at him.
"Come on Wu-man, your only my boss until I get out of the mail-duty, then you're my equal."
"We will never be equals, now move!"
Duo grumbled under his breath as he skipped out of the room. The note was slipped in to the pile of mail in his hand. Wufei continued to follow him around, glaring and keeping both his eyes on him. Wufei's cell-phone rang in a little rendition of 'Man I Feel Like A Woman.' Before answering it he turned the glare up a bit to tell Duo he would get him back for that.
"What do you mean you're having mailroom troubles? I don't care if it is Valentines Day, there can't be that much mail. Yes I do realize some of us are liked. A ten-foot card to Relena! Who was the pathetic loser who sent that? The Gundam Pilots, what do you mean the Gundam Pilots. Alright, I'll be down there in a minute to get it unstuck from the ceiling fan."
He hung up his phone, looking extremely irritated at the whole concept of mail. "The incompetent fools, getting a card stuck in the fan. Watch yourself Maxwell. One mess up and I'll be on your back so fast you won't even hear me approaching."
Maxwell watched as his buddy walked away and congratulated himself on picking out the perfect card for the princess this year. Nothing says love like a ten-foot Valentines Day card. Talking about the princess, her room was the next one he had to pick up mail from.
She was still sleeping when he entered. He went over to her desk and shuffled through the mail. He picked up one addressed to Heero and held it up to the light. He couldn't see any dirty secrets through the envelope so he held his lighter up to the tab, trying to steam it open.
Relena started to toss and turn in her bed. Her dream had obviously turned nightmarish. He watched her for a moment, debating on whether to wake her up or not. A moment was all it took for the letter to Heero to catch on fire. He tried to blow it out but this just ignited it more. Finally he pushed it into a vase on the desk. He then pulled out the charred, waterlogged card and put it in with all the other mail to be delivered.
Relena gasped in her sleep. Duo looked at her, concerned. He didn't know if it was a good idea to wake her up or not.
"No, please don't leave!" she screamed.
That cinches it; he was going to wake her up, he didn't want this nightmare of hers to go on. She's too good of a friend for him to just leave not knowing if she was all right. He dropped the mail on the table and went over to shake her away. He was just leaning over her when she bolted up. They banged head together. Relena looked at Duo disoriented, and Duo shook his head ruefully.
"That was one dream you were having Jousan." He gave her a small peck on the forehead and squeezed her hand. He went over to the desk and picked up all the mail, then left the room.
All the mail, but one love letter.
Relena got up from her bed and headed towards the shower. A peace of parchment covered with roses caught her eye. She picked up the poem and smiled. So Duo was trying to play another Valentines Day prank on her. Last year he had sent her red lingerie and told her it was for Heero, which she promptly replied wouldn't look good on him. He had thought she had misunderstood him, but that's what he got for assuming she didn't already own red underwear.
She read the letter again, just to make sure it was a joke and not from Heero. She figured it couldn't be because Heero certainly could spend a day without her lips on his, he had spent his whole life like that so far. She dropped the letter on the table and continued in to the bathroom, thinking of how she could get revenge on Duo.
Heero walked in Relena's room to make sure the princess had woken up. He knew she was having nightmares lately, and also knew they were probably about him. His untimely death, witnessed by her, and she was helpless to help him. He wished he wasn't the cause for any of her pain, but that's all he seemed to cause since the day he washed up into her life.
He noticed the rose stationary lying on top of her desk. After reading it, an incredibly livid Heero shot the stuffing out of a poor unsuspecting pillow. In one hand was the paper, in the other his trusty gun. Relena came running in the room from her bathroom wearing the aforementioned underwear. Heero quickly stuffed the letter in a book lying on the desk.
"Did my pillow scare you Heero? Maybe it moved or snuck up behind you. Or is it a danger to my health?"
An extremely irate Heero stalked out of the room mumbling about getting Relena's secret admirer if it was the last thing he did. He pushed by Quatre in the hallway and continued to stomp down the hall to his room, where he slammed his door so hard the plaster broke.
Quatre continued into Relena's room, but was considerate and polite enough to knock on the door first. She open the door and ushered him in. She walked into her room and started to pick feathers from everywhere, including one from Quatre's hair.
"What happened here, I heard shots? It looks like someone butchered a synthetic goose."
"Mr. Trigger-happy is what happened. He killed my pillow. He scared the living daylights out of me. I didn't even know he was in here. That's Heero for you."
She walked over to her desk and picked up a book. "Here's the book I promised to loan you Quatre. I added a little note in there to tell you how I felt when I read it, hope you don't mind."
Quatre shook his head no and left the room. Relena continued to clean feathers off her floor. When she scooped down to get a large load of them she found the note she wrote Quatre on the floor. So he wouldn't be getting a note.
But Quatre was getting a note, and he was reading it right now. He didn't get farther than the first line when he fainted, down a flight of stairs. When he awoke he jumped up and started to run, he didn't know where he was going, but he just ran. Through he halls he run, like hell itself was on his tail.
He got to the dorm hall and continued his run down it. Suddenly the door to Heero's room flung open and Quatre ran into it full force. The plaster around it cracked even more as Quatre slid to the floor, the book coming out of his hand.
Heero picked up the book and leafed through it. When he couldn't find the note he forcefully picked the reviving Quatre up by his lapels.
"Where's Relena's note?" he growled out.
"You knew it was there?" Quatre groaned.
"I put it there." Heero put Quatre down realizing he wouldn't be able to read the note again for clues if it was missing. He wondered who Relena's secret admirer was, could it be Quatre? He eyed a distorted Quatre wearily, as the poor boy tried to inch away from his fanatical friend. Quatre jumped up and continued his run down the hall.
He accidentally ran in to Duo. He then blurted out he was running from Heero, who had just given a love letter to
Relena. This interested Duo an inconceivable amount as his eyes got starry, and he thought of ways to spy on his friends. Quatre had finally calmed down when he realized Yuy wasn't on his tale and regretted telling Duo anything.
Meanwhile Heero was following Relena closely as she made her way downstairs for brunch. She stopped to adjust her shoe and he walked in to her. He grabbed her from behind before she fell. At this moment Duo walked by and whistled at them. "Way to go guys! I knew you'd get together someday."
Heero settled for watching her from a few feet back, no use letting Duo get any more ideas. Talking about Duo, could he be the man he was looking for? He glared after him, even though he had disappeared from view a few moments before.
As Relena continued to be stalked by Heero, who was being incredibly obvious, she thought of the irony of he being the one to stalk her this time. Just to annoy him, and have a good laugh afterward she led him on a wild goose chase, and made plans to go to the mall later with Hilde.
Wufei was walking up the stairs heading to Sally's doctors office. His foot stepped on a piece of paper on the landing and he skidded into the steps. He bent over and picked up the article. His eyes widened and he frantically looked around to see who would play such an unjust joke on him. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he thought he saw someone in the shadows. The shadow passed and he contemplated that it may have been a trick of the light.
He bolted up the stairs and raced into Sally's office. She almost jammed a needle into a patient's arm as the door slammed open against the wall. Wufei scowled at the fact she was busy and sat on her filing cabinet. He sat on a plastic lung and it acted like a whoopee-cushion, distracting Sally again. Glowering he jumped off the cabinet and picked up the deflated lung, it popped back into shape and flicked him in the nose. He threw it to the floor and started to jump on it. It kept emitting farting noises on every jump.
Sally's patient finally left in tears, tears of mirth that is. Sally turned around and fixed a glare of her own on the offensive pilot. "What do you want Wufei?"
"I want to talk about this onna." He tossed the note at her, obvious thinking she had wrote it for him.
She looked at it and a slow smile crossed her face. "You remembered about Valentine's day this year sweetie. I was afraid you wouldn't. You didn't recall last year, thank you Wufei." Tears welled up in her eyes and she hugged him. He apparently had been mistaken about her writing it.
"No! We will not be meeting outside of some stupid fountain. This is injustice!"
"What do you mean? Are you telling me the note is not for me?" She started to get a bit upset. Wufei felt like the heel he is and tried to make up for his what his stupid mouth had said.
"We will not meet at the fountain. There has been a change of plans. I'll get back to you on this." He sped out of the room trying to think of something the least bit romantic. The only romantic thing he knew of was picnics, and with all the snow outside that was deemed impossible. He went in search of the ultimate romantic gesture. That would be hard considering there probably wasn't a single rose left in the whole country. You would think if that onna princess liked gifts so much on this day she would make sure there was an abundance of flowers.
He went in search of the only one who could help him, Quatre. He was as much as a woman as women were, he could think like them. Quatre however was having his own problems while picking up flowers for Catherine, all 12 dozen of them.
He had only got past picking up half of them and was on his way across town to another flower shop. He had wisely ordered them months before. He currently had 6 dozens roses in the backseat of his Mercedes and couldn't smell anything but the flowers. To make matters worse he had just discovered he had allergies to the famous Valentine Day flowers. He sneezed violently and swerved into the next lane. A big burly man in a pick-up truck honked his horn and started to rudely yell at the Gundam pilot.
Quatre's eyes started to water and he rammed into the bumper of the person in front of him. A man, whom I will hazard a guess and say he worked at a gym, got out of the car in front of Quatre and strode over to the Mercedes. Quatre, who was in no mood to be peaceful, and in no way could see how big and rugged this man was because of his watery eyes, got out of his car and faced the angry man.
The man tried to deck Quatre but at the same time the pilot sneezed and ducked a bit. Quatre brought his head up fiercely and butted the man in the chin. Quatre's eyes cleared for a moment since he had been away from the flowers for a few minutes. He assessed the situation and decided the only choice he had now was to fight back.
Quatre punched the man in the eye and he reeled backwards. The man and all the spectators looked in surprise at how the young man had decked him. Quatre went over and helped the man up. The man looked towards Quatre's car and his eyes widened in surprise at all the flowers. Quatre followed his gaze and a grin broke out on his face.
"I'll make a deal with you," the big ugly man said. "You give me some of those flowers and I'll forget about the dent you made on my bumper." Quatre happily handed over a few dozen of the flowers and took off again in his car. By the time he reached the other floral shop he could hardly breath.
Talking about breath, Heero was snorting in anger as a skinny guy named Fritz sat down next to Relena in the mall. He was a co-worker of hers who was always attempting to get her attention, a date, and her hand in marriage. The loser couldn't even color coordinate his clothes for heavens sakes, men do not wear purple and orange, heck most women wouldn't wear those two colors together. Heero had to give Relena credit for putting up with him. At the moment he was too busy wondering if this man had wrote the poem, it was wussy enough.
Fritz put his arm around Relena's shoulder and she moved a bit farther down the bench. Fritz scooted closer and she moved a bit farther away. Heero finally figured out she didn't exactly want to be around this guy and went to help her.
"Come on Princess, you and I could be wonderful together. I wrote you a poem." He cleared his throat and continued on.
"I admire you from afar and up close,
I admire you of all girls the most.
You light up my day,
Drive the darkness away.
But it can't be,
You're to good for me.
You see through me as if I'm a ghost."
Heero sneered at the awful poem and hauled Relena off the bench and into the nearest store. Relena at the time just kept staring at the pathetic man who had written the worst poem she had ever heard. He took that as a major accomplishment and put his thumb and pinky up to his face in a 'call me' gesture. Relena sped up a bit and continued to follow Heero into whatever shop he was headed for. Heero had no clue where he was leading them; as long as he wasn't going into a lingerie shop. That would be too embarrassing.
They came to a halt in the center of the store. Relena looked around the wedding boutique in surprise; Heero seemed to echo her surprise as he death glared a nearby wedding dress. A bubbly sales person come over and asked if they needed any help selecting something for their wedding. Relena politely replied it would be fine as Heero continued to burn a hole in a beautiful satin white dress with his eyes.
"Heero, are you trying to tell me something?"
He growled out no and started to head towards the door when Relena stopped him. She pointed to a gorgeous concoction of silk and lace hanging on the wall. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head. He headed out the door doubly as fast. Relena sighed and followed behind the love of her life.
Relena spotted Hilde across the mall; Heero had decided it was time to go. He pulled her with him over to her friend. Everyone was giving wide berth to the manic who looked like he was ready to pull out a gun at any moment. A little girl who was in direct contact of the glare started to bawl her eyes out, Heero returned his glare to her and she wet her pants. He scowled more and continued to pull Relena to the nearest exit; Hilde had been smart enough to know to meet up with them there. Heero continued to speed walk out the door and into the parking lot.
A little old lady in an Oldsmobile crashed into him. He stopped the car with his hands a la superman and continued to stalk across the lot to his high-tech 007ish sports car. The girls wisely ran after them.
At the same moment one of their friends was running through the halls. Duo couldn't find Hilde anywhere. He wasn't really paying attention when she said she was going to the mall. He skidded to a stop when he heard Dorothy singing to herself in her room. The song was about some kind of long awaited love and it made Duo remember about the letter, of which he had no clue what happened to.
He started to feel a bit guilty about not being able to go, and hurting her feelings by letting her show up and he not even planning to be in the same vicinity. He opened the door and let himself in, peeked to make sure she was decent, and headed over to her bed, upon which she was lying on.
"Ummmm, Dorothy?" Duo tried to get her attention. He pulled off her earphones and tried again. "Dorothy!"
She bolted up into a sitting position and almost smacked her head against Duo's. Duo muttered something about women's habits of bolting up in bed, while Dorothy mumbled something about her gun.
Duo took a deep breath, "Dorothy, I won't be able to meet you tonight. I have plans with Hilde, I'm sorry…"
"Meet me tonight? What are you talking about?"
"Ya know, the note."
"Note? I think you've confused me with someone else." She put her earphones back on and started to ignore a puzzled Duo.
Currently the writer of the note was sitting in the lounge drinking coffee. Sally came in with the love-letter in her hand and poured herself a glass and joined Trowa at the table. She put the letter on the table upside-down and took a sip of her coffee. Wufei stopped out side the door and called in the question of whither anyone had seen Quatre or not. Both of them shook their heads in a negative reply and went on to drink their carburetor-fluid like coffee.
Trowa was brooding so it took him a bit longer to finish his. Sally had left and he filled up his cup again. He spilled it a bit and looked around for a coaster to put the cup on. He noticed the piece of paper on the table. If he only would have looked at it he could have saved himself a great deal of trouble. Instead he just placed his cup on it and slid it towards him. This annoying woman named Sarah looked in the room, spotted Trowa, and stopped whatever she was doing to go join her idol.
Trowa almost spilled the coffee/carburetor-fluid all over himself as someone squealed behind him and snaked their arms around him in a sort of Heimlich-remover hug. A that point he knew exactly who it was, the annoying pest who was convinced he was in love with her. He wasn't in love with her; it wasn't her he had left the note for. He put up with her annoying chatter about plans for their wedding for a few minutes before taking off.
"I have to go. Why don't you wash that cup for me." He said a bit hurriedly before he sped walked out the door. The girl looked starry eyed at the cup for a moment before picking it up. She peeled the letter off of the bottom of the cup and read it in pure delight. He did love her; she had been beginning to doubt it.
The cup and the letter lay forgotten on the table.
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This is the first installment of my Valentine's Day special fic. Watch out for chapters 2 and 3 coming soon. It will all be up before Valentine's Day for getting it out after would defeat the whole purpose. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it why not check out my other stories;
1) This Is Not My Day (GW)
2) Must I Kill You? (GW)
3) The Clinic's Therapy (GW)
4) Preventor Grapevine (GW)
5) Shadow Man, The Dawn (CCS)
6) Clow Tablets, A Journey Around The World (CCS)
Thank You for reading and please review.