Title: "Losing to Relena Darlian"
Author: Demeter
Warning: Yaoi. To all the people who think yaoi's bad (for a lack of a better word), you're entitled to your opinion, but please do not infringe on mine. The same with the people who are currently wearing "Kill Relena!" T-shirts around. That is your opinion, so I respect that. However, if you wish to flame me please don't bother. It'll be met with laughs and derision. (Note the word FLAME. If you want to offer me constructive criticism, please go right ahead. I need help with my writing anyway! ^_^)
Disclaimer: All rights and privileges to Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing are trademarks and property of Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties. All the characters belong to them, and all stories, relationships, ideas are fiction. They are not related to the original plot. The story, the relationships and original characters within the fic are copyright of the author Demeter.
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He caught me unaware.
Those brilliant, beautiful, free, soul-sucking eyes of his.
I don't care about such things. Didn't I resist cerulean blue, innocent, limpid pools on that beach? That day when I met her? Didn't I resist? Didn't I try to kill her? She would not have lived if he had not stopped me in the middle of my execution.
He shouldn't have.
But he did.
Now I'm sitting in a hardwood chair, waiting for the happy couple to make their way up the aisle. Damn, they look so happy. God, I hate that annoying little shriek of hers. What a whiny, obsessive psycho. All she did was stalk me, and now she's getting married to HIM.
I should be the one exchanging the rings with him.
I should be the one walking down that aisle.
Damn, I'm being too much of a sentimentalist.
I should shoot her right now. See her go down in a spray of blood. Watch her mouth fall open in terror, before I give the final shot. I want to see his eyes dilate with horror, catching her as she descends. I want to hear that damn wedding music screech to a halt. Then they'll all know. They'll all know it was his fault this happened.
Oh, what a delicious image. Her dying.
I need her to die.
If she died he would be mine, all mine.
Mine to hold.
Mine.
"Heero?" Oh, she's talking again.
Stop talking to me.
"Heero, are you all right?" She sounds so concerned. Damn her. If she was so concerned, she should have known I hated her. She fucked up every single chance I had with him. Ruined any ways I could have used to win him over.
He's looking at me. This is all her fault. He thinks I'm in love with that stalking psycho. What an idiotic idea. I hate her guts. I hate her being. I hate her for taking him away. He thinks I'm still in love with her. He's so suspicious. Damn. I never should have gone to Libra. Then I wouldn't have met her, and have to pretend to save her. If only I had left her on there to die.
"Hey man! Gotta congratulate me! You're the best man after all!"
"Congratulations Duo."
"Man, even at a wedding you're so cold!" He threw his hands into the air. "Maybe jousan and me should take you to Disneyland or something."
"Still calling her jousan, Duo?"
It's that girl named Hilde. Didn't she like him too?
"Oi, Hilde babe!" He's hugging her. She deserves to die.
"Duo, Relena's your wife now. You shouldn't call her jousan anymore."
"Too much of a habit. Anyways, she doesn't mind, do you?" His puppy-dog eyes look so beautiful. But they're not directed at me. They're directed at HER.
"I've listened to you call me that already so many times, darling. I like the title." Darling? What a sickening pet name. What an overbearing, self-righteous bitch
.
Duo turned to me, and I can see his violet eyes. They don't know anything but Relena right now. I hate those eyes of his. I hate that color. I want to rip those eyeballs from their sockets right now, for causing me this pain.
His expression changes. Pulling me aside, he says, "Oi, Heero. You ain't mad I married jousan, are you? 'Cause if you are, you better tell me now. I hate for ya to go busting our honeymoon night." He suddenly grinned. I wanted that grin once. Now all I can do is hate that curve of luscious lips.
"I don't care." Yeah, I really don't care.
"That's great! Hey, there's Q-man! Gotta go! See you at the reception."
He's walking toward her. He's taking those last few steps, those last few. After he reaches those swan-like arms of hers, I've lost him. I'll lose him if he takes those last few, bounding steps...
*BANG*
That scream, that beautiful scream.
Oh, I love hearing that shrill shriek of terror from Relena's voice.
This is going to be good.
"Heero!"
I feel her drop next to me. She's so concerned about me. Tears are flooding those blue eyes of hers. Those deceiving blue eyes of hers that mock me with the fact that she are the one marrying him. I hate those eyes. She probably thinks I killed myself for her. If I did, we would have been damned for loving that self-righteous, uppity, psychotic bitch.
Hn.
"Heero.. God.. Heero...Why in the hell?"
He's looking at me with those gorgeous violet eyes of his. Now his eyes only encompass me. Only me. Not her. Not her at all. I wish I had the strength to cackle with glee at her. I wish I had enough strength in my arm to splatter the blood onto her pristine image. Heh. That would make her keel in terror.
Heh heh heh.
"Relena." I can blabber her name all I want. From this point on, he'll only think of me.
She scoots toward me, her hands nearly scrabbling to reach me. She's holding my hand to her face, tearfully asking me what I needed. I must admit, she is so pretty, even mussed up and covered with blood.
"Duo... he's good..."
She nods vigorously. There are tears glinting in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She grabs one of Duo's hands and puts it into mine.
Huh?
There's something in her eyes as she all but shoves Duo to me. Her voice chokes as she says, "I know Heero. I know Heero. You love Duo. I knew all along."
So she isn't as blind as I thought.
Duo has the look of someone who's punched him in the stomach. I should know.
I did punch him once after all.
He bends over me and looks right into my eyes. He asks, his voice hoarse. "Is that true? Heero, man, is Relena telling the truth?"
All I need to do is look at him.
He falls backward.
"No way. No fucking way. You love Jousan. You always have. There's no fucking way you could have fallen in love with street rat like me. No FUCKING way."
What?
He suddenly hauls me halfway up, his face strained and gray. Quatre takes a step toward him, warning him. I don't care if he wrung all the blood from my body. I was close to him. So very close.
"You fucking, sick bastard. You didn't have shit for brains to tell me before I decided to marry Jousan? You didn't have the peas for brains to tell me BEFORE I fell in love with Relena?! You didn't have the nerve to tell me when I was fucking in love with you?"
Oh man.
I grab him, even as weak as I am, and hold him one inch from my face. "You really loved me?"
"You fucking idiot! It takes you five years to figure that out?"
I can feel my face break into a wide smile. I can feel everyone nearly faint in fright at the never-before-seen grin on my face. That's because I never had anything to smile before for. All I could was smirk or scowl friendly.
Because I had no one to smile at.
He suddenly engulfs me in a warm stranglehold. "Damn you for not telling me until now."
His arms are so... fucking... warm...
Ah, bliss.
I return the iron hug. I wish there was a room nearby.
A private room.
I think I hear Trowa's firm voice in this background of haze.
Really smooth.
Saying something.
"Duo, Heero, stop this."
What?
Duo breaks himself from my arms. I turn my glare onto Trowa and I wish I had my gun with me. Even as my body heals that blasted wound I caused upon myself, I wish the hole was in him right now instead of me.
He returns my glare steadily, only flickering one moss-green eye toward someone behind us.
Fuck.
Her.
Duo turns in a rush, his beautiful, and delicious braid flinging.
Toward her.
"Lena.."
Relena was standing there, in her virginal white dress, a bodice that clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination. The dress flared below her waist, in the princess-style she seemed so fond of. Her hair flowed down her back, an ambrosial braid on each side of her face. Not even the heaviest make-up would have hid the paleness of her face or the white lines around her mouth.
At least she wasn't wearing any of that infernal color she called, "pink".
Duo took one step toward her.
I immediately latched onto one arm of his.
I didn't care of the whole world hated me.
All I wanted was him.
I saw him glance at me, his violet eyes troubled. I knew it. He wanted ME. But his damn devotion complex won't let him leave that obsessive freak. He promised to have and behold her. His fucking pride won't let him divorce her.
I should have shot her when I had the chance.
She breathed in sharply when she saw me take his arm. I knew it. She was going to take everything from me again. Not this time. Not fucking this time. No way I'm letting her take my sanity away again. No way I'm letting her worm herself into my life. Duo was MINE.
Relena was still holding the bouquet of white gardenias, mixed with lilies and roses. They were no wilting from the pressure she was applying to the bouquet, and the reddish-brown stains of my blood was now dotting the whiteness like a macabre dance of viscous liquid.
"I knew this would happen. I knew this would happen someday." Her voice was dull.
Did I care?
No.
Duo almost twitched from my grasp. His eyes were desperate with... something. Damn friendship complex. Shouldn't have let him stop me from killing her.
"The day I said yes, I knew this would happen some day." She paused, lifting that head of hers, looking around the room filled with friends. Lucky her. She decided not to invite the media. Otherwise she would have been absolutely humiliated.
Too bad.
She looked at everyone, her blue eyes devoid of any particular emotion.
"I just didn't think it would happen on my wedding day."
Quatre jumped up. I knew he wanted to say all those words that would ruin me. I shot him a glare. He faltered, almost stepping back.
Relena stopped, her face twitching, her eyes falling gray with despair.
"Not on my wedding day." She looked at the flowers in her hands, brushed silk-enclosed fingers over the bloodstains on her dress, before looking at up. Her voice was eerie, almost insane with the calmness. Taking her bouquet, she walked toward the front of the church, everyone parting automatically for her. She stopped, and then almost as if a scene in a movie, she turned slightly and tossed the flowers up into a perfect arc.
And time seemed to slow as the flowers descended through the air and landed right into my hands.
I dropped them almost automatically.
She spoke without turning.
"My wedding day."
Relena took a few more steps.
"Congratulations to the new bride."
And she stepped out.
Duo jumped after her.
I nearly plastered myself to him. No way I'm letting him take one step after that clingy bitch.
For the first time, he shook me off, almost violently. "Leggo! Heero! LEGGO! I need to go after Relena!"
"If you go after her, you won't find me here anymore."
He stilled under that threat. I knew that would stop him. He loved me too much to let me go. Of course he would pick me over that obsessive, psychotic, stalking, neurotic, self-obsessed, spoiled freak bitch!
"Then I won't see you again."
Huh?
"What?"
"I said I DID love you Heero." He took my hands off his shoulder, and threw them away.
As thought they were garbage!
"I love Jousan more. She was here when you weren't. She was here when I walked through darkness. I love her. I want her. I need her. She needs me." He pauses. "You never needed me Heero."
He then ran out of the church, leaving me with the bouquet of flowers like a misbegotten bride.
A bouquet of flowers already used by someone else.
I never thought MY wedding would end with me left hanging at the altar.
"Guess you lose this time, eh, Yuy?"
I turn and I grab for Wufei's neck, but he neatly avoids me and Quatre tries to calm me down.
I am beyond calming.
Relena, Duo belongs to me.
Whether you like it or not.
Author: Demeter
Warning: Yaoi. To all the people who think yaoi's bad (for a lack of a better word), you're entitled to your opinion, but please do not infringe on mine. The same with the people who are currently wearing "Kill Relena!" T-shirts around. That is your opinion, so I respect that. However, if you wish to flame me please don't bother. It'll be met with laughs and derision. (Note the word FLAME. If you want to offer me constructive criticism, please go right ahead. I need help with my writing anyway! ^_^)
Disclaimer: All rights and privileges to Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing are trademarks and property of Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties. All the characters belong to them, and all stories, relationships, ideas are fiction. They are not related to the original plot. The story, the relationships and original characters within the fic are copyright of the author Demeter.
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He caught me unaware.
Those brilliant, beautiful, free, soul-sucking eyes of his.
I don't care about such things. Didn't I resist cerulean blue, innocent, limpid pools on that beach? That day when I met her? Didn't I resist? Didn't I try to kill her? She would not have lived if he had not stopped me in the middle of my execution.
He shouldn't have.
But he did.
Now I'm sitting in a hardwood chair, waiting for the happy couple to make their way up the aisle. Damn, they look so happy. God, I hate that annoying little shriek of hers. What a whiny, obsessive psycho. All she did was stalk me, and now she's getting married to HIM.
I should be the one exchanging the rings with him.
I should be the one walking down that aisle.
Damn, I'm being too much of a sentimentalist.
I should shoot her right now. See her go down in a spray of blood. Watch her mouth fall open in terror, before I give the final shot. I want to see his eyes dilate with horror, catching her as she descends. I want to hear that damn wedding music screech to a halt. Then they'll all know. They'll all know it was his fault this happened.
Oh, what a delicious image. Her dying.
I need her to die.
If she died he would be mine, all mine.
Mine to hold.
Mine.
"Heero?" Oh, she's talking again.
Stop talking to me.
"Heero, are you all right?" She sounds so concerned. Damn her. If she was so concerned, she should have known I hated her. She fucked up every single chance I had with him. Ruined any ways I could have used to win him over.
He's looking at me. This is all her fault. He thinks I'm in love with that stalking psycho. What an idiotic idea. I hate her guts. I hate her being. I hate her for taking him away. He thinks I'm still in love with her. He's so suspicious. Damn. I never should have gone to Libra. Then I wouldn't have met her, and have to pretend to save her. If only I had left her on there to die.
"Hey man! Gotta congratulate me! You're the best man after all!"
"Congratulations Duo."
"Man, even at a wedding you're so cold!" He threw his hands into the air. "Maybe jousan and me should take you to Disneyland or something."
"Still calling her jousan, Duo?"
It's that girl named Hilde. Didn't she like him too?
"Oi, Hilde babe!" He's hugging her. She deserves to die.
"Duo, Relena's your wife now. You shouldn't call her jousan anymore."
"Too much of a habit. Anyways, she doesn't mind, do you?" His puppy-dog eyes look so beautiful. But they're not directed at me. They're directed at HER.
"I've listened to you call me that already so many times, darling. I like the title." Darling? What a sickening pet name. What an overbearing, self-righteous bitch
.
Duo turned to me, and I can see his violet eyes. They don't know anything but Relena right now. I hate those eyes of his. I hate that color. I want to rip those eyeballs from their sockets right now, for causing me this pain.
His expression changes. Pulling me aside, he says, "Oi, Heero. You ain't mad I married jousan, are you? 'Cause if you are, you better tell me now. I hate for ya to go busting our honeymoon night." He suddenly grinned. I wanted that grin once. Now all I can do is hate that curve of luscious lips.
"I don't care." Yeah, I really don't care.
"That's great! Hey, there's Q-man! Gotta go! See you at the reception."
He's walking toward her. He's taking those last few steps, those last few. After he reaches those swan-like arms of hers, I've lost him. I'll lose him if he takes those last few, bounding steps...
*BANG*
That scream, that beautiful scream.
Oh, I love hearing that shrill shriek of terror from Relena's voice.
This is going to be good.
"Heero!"
I feel her drop next to me. She's so concerned about me. Tears are flooding those blue eyes of hers. Those deceiving blue eyes of hers that mock me with the fact that she are the one marrying him. I hate those eyes. She probably thinks I killed myself for her. If I did, we would have been damned for loving that self-righteous, uppity, psychotic bitch.
Hn.
"Heero.. God.. Heero...Why in the hell?"
He's looking at me with those gorgeous violet eyes of his. Now his eyes only encompass me. Only me. Not her. Not her at all. I wish I had the strength to cackle with glee at her. I wish I had enough strength in my arm to splatter the blood onto her pristine image. Heh. That would make her keel in terror.
Heh heh heh.
"Relena." I can blabber her name all I want. From this point on, he'll only think of me.
She scoots toward me, her hands nearly scrabbling to reach me. She's holding my hand to her face, tearfully asking me what I needed. I must admit, she is so pretty, even mussed up and covered with blood.
"Duo... he's good..."
She nods vigorously. There are tears glinting in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She grabs one of Duo's hands and puts it into mine.
Huh?
There's something in her eyes as she all but shoves Duo to me. Her voice chokes as she says, "I know Heero. I know Heero. You love Duo. I knew all along."
So she isn't as blind as I thought.
Duo has the look of someone who's punched him in the stomach. I should know.
I did punch him once after all.
He bends over me and looks right into my eyes. He asks, his voice hoarse. "Is that true? Heero, man, is Relena telling the truth?"
All I need to do is look at him.
He falls backward.
"No way. No fucking way. You love Jousan. You always have. There's no fucking way you could have fallen in love with street rat like me. No FUCKING way."
What?
He suddenly hauls me halfway up, his face strained and gray. Quatre takes a step toward him, warning him. I don't care if he wrung all the blood from my body. I was close to him. So very close.
"You fucking, sick bastard. You didn't have shit for brains to tell me before I decided to marry Jousan? You didn't have the peas for brains to tell me BEFORE I fell in love with Relena?! You didn't have the nerve to tell me when I was fucking in love with you?"
Oh man.
I grab him, even as weak as I am, and hold him one inch from my face. "You really loved me?"
"You fucking idiot! It takes you five years to figure that out?"
I can feel my face break into a wide smile. I can feel everyone nearly faint in fright at the never-before-seen grin on my face. That's because I never had anything to smile before for. All I could was smirk or scowl friendly.
Because I had no one to smile at.
He suddenly engulfs me in a warm stranglehold. "Damn you for not telling me until now."
His arms are so... fucking... warm...
Ah, bliss.
I return the iron hug. I wish there was a room nearby.
A private room.
I think I hear Trowa's firm voice in this background of haze.
Really smooth.
Saying something.
"Duo, Heero, stop this."
What?
Duo breaks himself from my arms. I turn my glare onto Trowa and I wish I had my gun with me. Even as my body heals that blasted wound I caused upon myself, I wish the hole was in him right now instead of me.
He returns my glare steadily, only flickering one moss-green eye toward someone behind us.
Fuck.
Her.
Duo turns in a rush, his beautiful, and delicious braid flinging.
Toward her.
"Lena.."
Relena was standing there, in her virginal white dress, a bodice that clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination. The dress flared below her waist, in the princess-style she seemed so fond of. Her hair flowed down her back, an ambrosial braid on each side of her face. Not even the heaviest make-up would have hid the paleness of her face or the white lines around her mouth.
At least she wasn't wearing any of that infernal color she called, "pink".
Duo took one step toward her.
I immediately latched onto one arm of his.
I didn't care of the whole world hated me.
All I wanted was him.
I saw him glance at me, his violet eyes troubled. I knew it. He wanted ME. But his damn devotion complex won't let him leave that obsessive freak. He promised to have and behold her. His fucking pride won't let him divorce her.
I should have shot her when I had the chance.
She breathed in sharply when she saw me take his arm. I knew it. She was going to take everything from me again. Not this time. Not fucking this time. No way I'm letting her take my sanity away again. No way I'm letting her worm herself into my life. Duo was MINE.
Relena was still holding the bouquet of white gardenias, mixed with lilies and roses. They were no wilting from the pressure she was applying to the bouquet, and the reddish-brown stains of my blood was now dotting the whiteness like a macabre dance of viscous liquid.
"I knew this would happen. I knew this would happen someday." Her voice was dull.
Did I care?
No.
Duo almost twitched from my grasp. His eyes were desperate with... something. Damn friendship complex. Shouldn't have let him stop me from killing her.
"The day I said yes, I knew this would happen some day." She paused, lifting that head of hers, looking around the room filled with friends. Lucky her. She decided not to invite the media. Otherwise she would have been absolutely humiliated.
Too bad.
She looked at everyone, her blue eyes devoid of any particular emotion.
"I just didn't think it would happen on my wedding day."
Quatre jumped up. I knew he wanted to say all those words that would ruin me. I shot him a glare. He faltered, almost stepping back.
Relena stopped, her face twitching, her eyes falling gray with despair.
"Not on my wedding day." She looked at the flowers in her hands, brushed silk-enclosed fingers over the bloodstains on her dress, before looking at up. Her voice was eerie, almost insane with the calmness. Taking her bouquet, she walked toward the front of the church, everyone parting automatically for her. She stopped, and then almost as if a scene in a movie, she turned slightly and tossed the flowers up into a perfect arc.
And time seemed to slow as the flowers descended through the air and landed right into my hands.
I dropped them almost automatically.
She spoke without turning.
"My wedding day."
Relena took a few more steps.
"Congratulations to the new bride."
And she stepped out.
Duo jumped after her.
I nearly plastered myself to him. No way I'm letting him take one step after that clingy bitch.
For the first time, he shook me off, almost violently. "Leggo! Heero! LEGGO! I need to go after Relena!"
"If you go after her, you won't find me here anymore."
He stilled under that threat. I knew that would stop him. He loved me too much to let me go. Of course he would pick me over that obsessive, psychotic, stalking, neurotic, self-obsessed, spoiled freak bitch!
"Then I won't see you again."
Huh?
"What?"
"I said I DID love you Heero." He took my hands off his shoulder, and threw them away.
As thought they were garbage!
"I love Jousan more. She was here when you weren't. She was here when I walked through darkness. I love her. I want her. I need her. She needs me." He pauses. "You never needed me Heero."
He then ran out of the church, leaving me with the bouquet of flowers like a misbegotten bride.
A bouquet of flowers already used by someone else.
I never thought MY wedding would end with me left hanging at the altar.
"Guess you lose this time, eh, Yuy?"
I turn and I grab for Wufei's neck, but he neatly avoids me and Quatre tries to calm me down.
I am beyond calming.
Relena, Duo belongs to me.
Whether you like it or not.
~*~ FINIS ~*~
I know this may have seemed like a total annihilation of Heero's character. But I've been in a sort of stressed out mood. So if everyone would bear with me for a few paragraphs, I'll explain my words.
I wrote horrible adjectives of Relena from Heero's mind. For all those devout Relena-supporters out there, most of you will notice that those are the words that are most often used by anti-Relena fans to rag on her. Those are the words that come out of Heero and Duo's mouths in some fanfics that exist as the reason they hate her.
Well, this is a bit like counterstrike.
Yes, Heero talks of Relena still.
But notice the switch. If you weren't paying attention to the "he" and "she" pronouns, for all those who write those fics with Relena as a psychopath, one can notice that HEERO is the one hanging onto Duo's arms. HE'S the one being the psychotic, obsessive, stalking one.
And he doesn't KNOW.
He keeps thinking RELENA is the one.
Now, if the fics with Relena as the one in Heero's place, then doesn't it eerily look like a Relena introspective from a anti-Relena POV?
Interesting, ne?
This was brought on by severe moodiness about Relena/Duo/Heero. I can't seem to get this triangle out of my head. I wish I could write a threesome, but writing twosomes are already hard enough. *bangs head on computer* I'm trying to write a lemon between Sally and Wufei.
TRYING.
Thank you for reading!
Demeter