A/N: This seems probably similar to Wish not in Dreams, but though some thoughts of Relena
may overlap (sorry folks, don't have that much brainjuice) these two plots are wholly unrelated
and different. You like it or you don't, this is the best of my ability.
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing and it's respective characters do not belong to me and this fanfic is
written purely for entertainment purposes.
Changes:
Shattered
The dark blood red ruby of her marriage ring was making her think of blood.
This was a joke; Relena Peacecraft loses the running to her own husband. All her hard work and
dedication, her speeches and her determination, all gone because of one ring, one vow. She
clenched her hand, and laughed bitterly at herself and what she had become.
"This ring, the elegant ruby set off perfectly by tasteful diamonds, this is me isn't it? Expensive,
simple and elegant. The very things that should come to mind when one sees me. I thought I
escaped this fate when there was no time for such things. Now what am I? Simply what I was
breed up to be: an another acquisition to my husband's trophies."
She really thought she was doing what was best and she screwed up royally. No one
seriously blamed her for it.
"She's only 16 after all, what else do you expect?"
"Better luck next time, I advise getting a little more experience before another attempt"
"Maybe you're just not suited for this work."
"Failure as always. This is the situation that comes from pushing a naive girl into politics. What
were they thinking?"
No matter how hard she tried, it had seemed to be a wasted effort. One year had passed since
the defeat of Marimaeia. But so much had changed since then. For some reason, the councils
were full of the old guard, and they hindered her at every turn. Correction, she knew why the
council was full of stubborn opinionated men. Her husband, led them. Relena winced at the pain
the bruises on her arms gave her. Her husband was a man who thought that women should not
be in politics or any work considered "man's work." They were going backwards in what used to
be known as the 21st century.
Despite this she held on and kept working. She thought she could beat him and win. And why
shouldn't she think this way? The public once had adored her; she was once Queen of the
World, and she knew how to work politics to her advantage. Being a sixteen year diplomat with a
equivalent of 5 years of experience had it's uses.
What she didn't know that the politicians had hated her for being at the helm and all unanimously
stood behind her husband. The finishing blow came with her loss to her husband. She married
the end of her dreams and ideals.
The fact that it was Heero's idea to marry him, for one that could support her and help
her; the feeling hurt no other. Her heart still felt cracked and broken, frozen in ice. Her brother
was the one who put the layer of ice on heart by immediately picking out a suitable candidate
regardless of her feelings. To this day she did not remember what method her brother used to
get her to the altar and say "I do".
Her husband John was charming, sensitive and handsome.
That is; what he pretended to be. John planned everything perfectly. Nobody could find fault with
his credentials , and he was careful not to show any bias until he achieved his goals. Yet the
week after the wedding ceremony, his true character came out. Only in private, of course.
She hadn't told anyone. Not that they could help. She couldn't get a divorce, because
her husband could spin any sob story and the media would believe it. He would be the victim
when she was the villain. It would serve no cause, but to boost the people's belief in him, and
lowered their opinion of her. It showed how far she fallen.
Relena knew how politics worked. Only if the people continued to love her and support her and
her ideals did she succeed, against the wishes of the council.
But now that was the past and this was the present.
Relena starts to rub her temples. The impending headache was not helping. She needed
to find a solution to her problem. Her husband was not one to follow her policies; something
hidden until he married her. Not only that, how could this have possibility happened?
Heero being one who advocated her marriage, she would have thought anyone checked by him
would be safe. Even the Perfect Soldier had his moments.
Relena found the fact he still wanted to protect her and what she represented, ironic.
As Relena tried to rest on the shuttle to L-1, she heard a voice saying in a sing-song voice:
Ruby Ruby Ruby
who has your fate?
Free at last, Free at last. Aren't you glad you cut the marionette strings? For though now you
have no power, you are free. Isn't that your wish?
What?
Relena's eyes flew open. Who was saying those words? And why did they ring with
absolute truth?
Stringed along like a puppet
Vase shattered
It's so easy.
She didn't hear any more words. Was it just her imagination?
Just great. On top of this whole fiasco her mind was playing tricks on her.
Did her ideals and place in life have so much importance in her life that she was going insane
because she lost them? Or maybe not because such words rang with utter truth.
/GO AWAY I DON'T KNOW. /
Her mind ignored her and kept going.
Where was the pampered princess now?
A picture of a crystal vase exploding into pieces with the sun shining intruded into her mind.
She imagines picking up one of the pieces and laying the glass next to her pale skin. Blood wells
up from cut. Quickly standing up and she threw away the shard in her hand. Mindless of the
blood dripping, she stomped and crushed the glass pieces beneath her feet.
Thoughts whirled in her head unbidden.
Stupid girl.
How could she ever believe that what she did really mattered? She now was simply a
figurehead, which the public loved, while other politicians and people concerned with following
with her policies acted behind her back.
She truly knows what her role is now.
Politics is a man's world.
Not for a teenage girl of 15.
It was easier to believe, though the rose-tinted glasses of a fifteen year old, that
everything would work out; it was impossible at the cynical age of eighteen. It hurt her
self-esteem that once she had the power to actually achieve her goals while now....
NO! NO! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT!
In her head she hears chiming bells.
Is that really true? Now you are free. If you are free you can grow stronger and get revenge. Now
doesn't that sound better than some half-baked solution which will never work to regain your
position
"What? That doesn't sound like me."
Her mind ignores her confusion and keeps throwing things at her that she did not want to think about.
For that, she would never forgive Heero Yuy.
Dreams and hopes shattered as easily as a vase.
Heero Yuy was the one who suggested the marriage, the marriage for politics and power, and if
he really knew what happened, he would come to regret it; though she had a suspicion he
already did.
Careful and great the Perfect Soldier was, he could not protect her. From the impact of broken
ideals and reality of her marriage.
Now if truth be told, that was fine with her. She wanted no more help.
Chiming bells accompanied her decision.
Nightmares abound as the shuttle crept closer to L-1.
Relena is sleeping, yet one could say she is in the depths of hell.
A/N:Questions? Well, maybe they'll be answered later on. Please review.
may overlap (sorry folks, don't have that much brainjuice) these two plots are wholly unrelated
and different. You like it or you don't, this is the best of my ability.
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing and it's respective characters do not belong to me and this fanfic is
written purely for entertainment purposes.
Changes:
Shattered
The dark blood red ruby of her marriage ring was making her think of blood.
This was a joke; Relena Peacecraft loses the running to her own husband. All her hard work and
dedication, her speeches and her determination, all gone because of one ring, one vow. She
clenched her hand, and laughed bitterly at herself and what she had become.
"This ring, the elegant ruby set off perfectly by tasteful diamonds, this is me isn't it? Expensive,
simple and elegant. The very things that should come to mind when one sees me. I thought I
escaped this fate when there was no time for such things. Now what am I? Simply what I was
breed up to be: an another acquisition to my husband's trophies."
She really thought she was doing what was best and she screwed up royally. No one
seriously blamed her for it.
"She's only 16 after all, what else do you expect?"
"Better luck next time, I advise getting a little more experience before another attempt"
"Maybe you're just not suited for this work."
"Failure as always. This is the situation that comes from pushing a naive girl into politics. What
were they thinking?"
No matter how hard she tried, it had seemed to be a wasted effort. One year had passed since
the defeat of Marimaeia. But so much had changed since then. For some reason, the councils
were full of the old guard, and they hindered her at every turn. Correction, she knew why the
council was full of stubborn opinionated men. Her husband, led them. Relena winced at the pain
the bruises on her arms gave her. Her husband was a man who thought that women should not
be in politics or any work considered "man's work." They were going backwards in what used to
be known as the 21st century.
Despite this she held on and kept working. She thought she could beat him and win. And why
shouldn't she think this way? The public once had adored her; she was once Queen of the
World, and she knew how to work politics to her advantage. Being a sixteen year diplomat with a
equivalent of 5 years of experience had it's uses.
What she didn't know that the politicians had hated her for being at the helm and all unanimously
stood behind her husband. The finishing blow came with her loss to her husband. She married
the end of her dreams and ideals.
The fact that it was Heero's idea to marry him, for one that could support her and help
her; the feeling hurt no other. Her heart still felt cracked and broken, frozen in ice. Her brother
was the one who put the layer of ice on heart by immediately picking out a suitable candidate
regardless of her feelings. To this day she did not remember what method her brother used to
get her to the altar and say "I do".
Her husband John was charming, sensitive and handsome.
That is; what he pretended to be. John planned everything perfectly. Nobody could find fault with
his credentials , and he was careful not to show any bias until he achieved his goals. Yet the
week after the wedding ceremony, his true character came out. Only in private, of course.
She hadn't told anyone. Not that they could help. She couldn't get a divorce, because
her husband could spin any sob story and the media would believe it. He would be the victim
when she was the villain. It would serve no cause, but to boost the people's belief in him, and
lowered their opinion of her. It showed how far she fallen.
Relena knew how politics worked. Only if the people continued to love her and support her and
her ideals did she succeed, against the wishes of the council.
But now that was the past and this was the present.
Relena starts to rub her temples. The impending headache was not helping. She needed
to find a solution to her problem. Her husband was not one to follow her policies; something
hidden until he married her. Not only that, how could this have possibility happened?
Heero being one who advocated her marriage, she would have thought anyone checked by him
would be safe. Even the Perfect Soldier had his moments.
Relena found the fact he still wanted to protect her and what she represented, ironic.
As Relena tried to rest on the shuttle to L-1, she heard a voice saying in a sing-song voice:
Ruby Ruby Ruby
who has your fate?
Free at last, Free at last. Aren't you glad you cut the marionette strings? For though now you
have no power, you are free. Isn't that your wish?
What?
Relena's eyes flew open. Who was saying those words? And why did they ring with
absolute truth?
Stringed along like a puppet
Vase shattered
It's so easy.
She didn't hear any more words. Was it just her imagination?
Just great. On top of this whole fiasco her mind was playing tricks on her.
Did her ideals and place in life have so much importance in her life that she was going insane
because she lost them? Or maybe not because such words rang with utter truth.
/GO AWAY I DON'T KNOW. /
Her mind ignored her and kept going.
Where was the pampered princess now?
A picture of a crystal vase exploding into pieces with the sun shining intruded into her mind.
She imagines picking up one of the pieces and laying the glass next to her pale skin. Blood wells
up from cut. Quickly standing up and she threw away the shard in her hand. Mindless of the
blood dripping, she stomped and crushed the glass pieces beneath her feet.
Thoughts whirled in her head unbidden.
Stupid girl.
How could she ever believe that what she did really mattered? She now was simply a
figurehead, which the public loved, while other politicians and people concerned with following
with her policies acted behind her back.
She truly knows what her role is now.
Politics is a man's world.
Not for a teenage girl of 15.
It was easier to believe, though the rose-tinted glasses of a fifteen year old, that
everything would work out; it was impossible at the cynical age of eighteen. It hurt her
self-esteem that once she had the power to actually achieve her goals while now....
NO! NO! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT!
In her head she hears chiming bells.
Is that really true? Now you are free. If you are free you can grow stronger and get revenge. Now
doesn't that sound better than some half-baked solution which will never work to regain your
position
"What? That doesn't sound like me."
Her mind ignores her confusion and keeps throwing things at her that she did not want to think about.
For that, she would never forgive Heero Yuy.
Dreams and hopes shattered as easily as a vase.
Heero Yuy was the one who suggested the marriage, the marriage for politics and power, and if
he really knew what happened, he would come to regret it; though she had a suspicion he
already did.
Careful and great the Perfect Soldier was, he could not protect her. From the impact of broken
ideals and reality of her marriage.
Now if truth be told, that was fine with her. She wanted no more help.
Chiming bells accompanied her decision.
Nightmares abound as the shuttle crept closer to L-1.
Relena is sleeping, yet one could say she is in the depths of hell.
A/N:Questions? Well, maybe they'll be answered later on. Please review.