Title: So hard to say goodbye
Author: **Dark~Angel**
Censer: G
'lo everybody. **Dark~Angel here, your humble guide through the insane fanfics I write. This is one of my
newer fanfic ideas I just pieced together because I've had tiny inspirations. This might read like a soap
opera, but I'll try to avoid that. I get all these ideas at 1:00 AM, so that might be a factor...Anyway! This is
a RP/HY fanfic. IF you do not like that pairing, I suggest you leave, or just deal with it. Relena is trying to
help Heero see gray spots in his black and white mind. NOTE: No Gundam Wing characters were hurt in
the making of this fanfic.
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"You do realize, Heero, that this is a VERY dangerous mission. We've sent three scouts already,
but they have all failed to return. Are you sure you will take this mission?" Colonel/Lady Une paced the
room.
"Mission, accepted," another deep, smooth monotone voice answered.
"Very well, then. Please, try not to self-destruct for our sake, and Relena's."
Heero looked up to see if there was any spite of mischief in her eye. He couldn't any, but there
was always more to Lady Une than one ever could know.
The moon was a creamy pearl in the deep velvet sky. Two shapes made their way to a small, nice-
looking apartment. As they stepped into the street lamp, you could tell by their silhouettes that the pair was
two young women, around the age of 17. One fumbled in a coat pocket and triumphantly produced a key.
She slid into the lock and beckoned the other to follow her. The other hesitantly drew forward and wiped
her feet on a small rope mat.
They found themselves in a splendor of glass, china, Oriental rugs, and carved cherry wood. One
looked at home, and the one that has so hesitantly drawn forward in a daze of awe. She spoke: "So. There is
more to Hilde Scheinbiker (AN: That's how I think you spell Hilde's last name), no Hilde Maxwell, than
one could ever tell."
The one called Hilde blushed slightly and modestly, setting herself primly down in an equally
prim chair. "Well, I'm sure it's nothing to how the Sanc Kingdom once looked, Relena. Like you, I was
born into a wealthy family and was graced with many good fortunes. Though may I add, Duo has already
broken 2 of my china dishes and one of my Ming vases. He's a bit of a bull in a china shop that's for sure."
She sighed. "I was just was just getting used to living in wealth again too. I guess it'll all have to go."
Relena dropped herself in a royal blue armchair. "I'm exhausted, Hilde. All that work as prime
ambassador and work with the Preventers. Could I have some tea or something strong, if it's not too much
trouble. It has been a long, long day."
Hilde surveyed the women across from her. She knew Relena had been working a lot lately. Why
on earth, though? she wondered. Hilde stood up. "I could do with a cup myself. Let's both go to the
kitchen. We can talk there too."
Quietly, Duo snuck through the hedges outside the apartment the belonged to Hilde and himself.
He took a large amount of rope out of his bulging pocket, and somehow maneuvered himself onto the
narrow decorative sill that ran around the building. He picked his way over several broken spots and heaps
that had one served as previous pigeon privies. Re reached his destination: the window of his kitchen where
Relena and Hilde where sitting and talking. He crouched down, prepared to sit there all night if it meant
finding out anything that could stop Heero from going on his mission.
Relena and Hilde entered a slightly less fancy kitchen, and sat down at the long counter. Hilde
grabbed to mugs from a cupboard above them. "So," she said as she gave Relena a steaming cup of tea, 'I
hope you like tea. Duo drank all the Earl Gray, it's the only thing that keeps him awake at work." She
giggled.
Outside, Duo snorted.
"Peppermint is fine, thanks. I never like Earl Gray tea much anyway."
They both sat in silence for a moment, sipping their tea. "So," Relena said finally. "What's it like
to be a newly wed? Is Duo treating you right?"
"Oh! I can't say I have had more fun ever, except blowing up an occasional mobile doll or two. I
love cooking for Duo, although I'm not sure if he likes my cooking. He always eats it, and I'm pretty sure
he likes it, but if Duo's hungry, he'll eat anything, so I can never tell. Hey what about you and Heero?" she
asked suddenly.
"Nothing, at the present. Since the war has been over, he's always with the Preventers. It wasn't
working out, so we decided to cool it off and just be friends. I see him occasionally, and we go out for
lunch or something. As friends," she added, seeing the look on Hilde's face.
"Then what do you look for in a guy, then, Relena? What good traits?"
"Good traits in a guy," she mused. "Well, Hilde, believe it or not, I need someone emotional. A
person who knows the horrors and beauty of war and the sorrowful sight of human blood staining the
ground, and the fresh scent of peace and springtime and new hope. Someone who can listen to beautiful
music, and see art, and read poetry, and cry for human folly and what their hands can make besides war.
Someone who can carry the weight of the world on their shoulders, and yet fly free as a bird. I think, I've
found that someone, Hilde. He just has to realize that person is inside of him."
"Heero?" Hilde breathed.
Relena just nodded.
Duo smirked, a look of satisfaction on his face. He'd taped the whole conversation, so he could be
prepared and bring Heero on more reason to go on his mission.
Relena helps Heero see grey in his black and white state of mind
Author: **Dark~Angel**
Censer: G
'lo everybody. **Dark~Angel here, your humble guide through the insane fanfics I write. This is one of my
newer fanfic ideas I just pieced together because I've had tiny inspirations. This might read like a soap
opera, but I'll try to avoid that. I get all these ideas at 1:00 AM, so that might be a factor...Anyway! This is
a RP/HY fanfic. IF you do not like that pairing, I suggest you leave, or just deal with it. Relena is trying to
help Heero see gray spots in his black and white mind. NOTE: No Gundam Wing characters were hurt in
the making of this fanfic.
~~~~~~~~
"You do realize, Heero, that this is a VERY dangerous mission. We've sent three scouts already,
but they have all failed to return. Are you sure you will take this mission?" Colonel/Lady Une paced the
room.
"Mission, accepted," another deep, smooth monotone voice answered.
"Very well, then. Please, try not to self-destruct for our sake, and Relena's."
Heero looked up to see if there was any spite of mischief in her eye. He couldn't any, but there
was always more to Lady Une than one ever could know.
The moon was a creamy pearl in the deep velvet sky. Two shapes made their way to a small, nice-
looking apartment. As they stepped into the street lamp, you could tell by their silhouettes that the pair was
two young women, around the age of 17. One fumbled in a coat pocket and triumphantly produced a key.
She slid into the lock and beckoned the other to follow her. The other hesitantly drew forward and wiped
her feet on a small rope mat.
They found themselves in a splendor of glass, china, Oriental rugs, and carved cherry wood. One
looked at home, and the one that has so hesitantly drawn forward in a daze of awe. She spoke: "So. There is
more to Hilde Scheinbiker (AN: That's how I think you spell Hilde's last name), no Hilde Maxwell, than
one could ever tell."
The one called Hilde blushed slightly and modestly, setting herself primly down in an equally
prim chair. "Well, I'm sure it's nothing to how the Sanc Kingdom once looked, Relena. Like you, I was
born into a wealthy family and was graced with many good fortunes. Though may I add, Duo has already
broken 2 of my china dishes and one of my Ming vases. He's a bit of a bull in a china shop that's for sure."
She sighed. "I was just was just getting used to living in wealth again too. I guess it'll all have to go."
Relena dropped herself in a royal blue armchair. "I'm exhausted, Hilde. All that work as prime
ambassador and work with the Preventers. Could I have some tea or something strong, if it's not too much
trouble. It has been a long, long day."
Hilde surveyed the women across from her. She knew Relena had been working a lot lately. Why
on earth, though? she wondered. Hilde stood up. "I could do with a cup myself. Let's both go to the
kitchen. We can talk there too."
Quietly, Duo snuck through the hedges outside the apartment the belonged to Hilde and himself.
He took a large amount of rope out of his bulging pocket, and somehow maneuvered himself onto the
narrow decorative sill that ran around the building. He picked his way over several broken spots and heaps
that had one served as previous pigeon privies. Re reached his destination: the window of his kitchen where
Relena and Hilde where sitting and talking. He crouched down, prepared to sit there all night if it meant
finding out anything that could stop Heero from going on his mission.
Relena and Hilde entered a slightly less fancy kitchen, and sat down at the long counter. Hilde
grabbed to mugs from a cupboard above them. "So," she said as she gave Relena a steaming cup of tea, 'I
hope you like tea. Duo drank all the Earl Gray, it's the only thing that keeps him awake at work." She
giggled.
Outside, Duo snorted.
"Peppermint is fine, thanks. I never like Earl Gray tea much anyway."
They both sat in silence for a moment, sipping their tea. "So," Relena said finally. "What's it like
to be a newly wed? Is Duo treating you right?"
"Oh! I can't say I have had more fun ever, except blowing up an occasional mobile doll or two. I
love cooking for Duo, although I'm not sure if he likes my cooking. He always eats it, and I'm pretty sure
he likes it, but if Duo's hungry, he'll eat anything, so I can never tell. Hey what about you and Heero?" she
asked suddenly.
"Nothing, at the present. Since the war has been over, he's always with the Preventers. It wasn't
working out, so we decided to cool it off and just be friends. I see him occasionally, and we go out for
lunch or something. As friends," she added, seeing the look on Hilde's face.
"Then what do you look for in a guy, then, Relena? What good traits?"
"Good traits in a guy," she mused. "Well, Hilde, believe it or not, I need someone emotional. A
person who knows the horrors and beauty of war and the sorrowful sight of human blood staining the
ground, and the fresh scent of peace and springtime and new hope. Someone who can listen to beautiful
music, and see art, and read poetry, and cry for human folly and what their hands can make besides war.
Someone who can carry the weight of the world on their shoulders, and yet fly free as a bird. I think, I've
found that someone, Hilde. He just has to realize that person is inside of him."
"Heero?" Hilde breathed.
Relena just nodded.
Duo smirked, a look of satisfaction on his face. He'd taped the whole conversation, so he could be
prepared and bring Heero on more reason to go on his mission.
Relena helps Heero see grey in his black and white state of mind