Almost Paradise
By Arimi
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is the property of Sotsu, Sunrise, and
Bandai. This fanfiction is strictly nonprofit.
Author Notes: The prologue begins between the end of Endless
Waltz and the part in the credits where he leaves.
Prologue
She stood in the emergency room of the nearest hospital, gazing
up at the TV screens as the reporters reported on the end of the
Mariemeia incident. They interviewed the people, the
representatives of the Unified Earth Sphere Nation, but they had
yet to get an interview from anyone who had been inside the
compound. They would want to talk to her. But for the moment,
she was waiting, waiting to talk to someone else. Waiting to
talk to him.
How was she going to say what she wanted to say? Would he even
want to hear what she had to say? Was this really what she
wanted, no, needed to do?
"Miss Darlian?"
She looked up at the nurse who had just entered the room.
"Yes."
"You'll be able to visit him now."
She stood up and with one last sigh followed the nurse to Room
103, it was funny; she would probably remember that number for
the rest of her life. She did not notice the nurse leave her
alone in the hall; she just stared at the room, and for a moment
considered leaving. She was not ready. Not ready to face the
first person that she had ever truly loved. She was not ready to
ask him to stay. But she had to. She had to so that she could
know if she needed to move on. She wanted to know if he had felt
anything at all, anything close to what she had felt. She entered
but avoided the gaze of the person on the bed. Instead, she
stared out the window at the city's skyline, and up into the
stars.
"Why are you here?"
She slowly turned to the man on the bed.
"Because I want to be," she said.
The look in his eyes did not change. The look that had always
been there, a look of nothing but intense concentration. She
wondered once again what had happened that had given him that
look. Neither of them spoke, neither of them knew what to say.
Small talk about what they had been doing since the last time
they saw each other was pointless, and of little meaning, but
neither of them wanted to broach the subject that they were both
thinking about. The subject of the emotions that they had been
feeling since they had first met, and were still as strong as
they had been a year before.
She gave one last look at the door to the hallway, and then
turned back to him.
"I have prayed every night to a God that I don't even know is
there, about what I would say to you when I saw you again. I
guess I was scared, and I still am. Ever since I first met you,
you always seemed so sure, so resolute, and so final in
everything you did. Nothing fazed you. I had always felt a
strange strength whenever you were near me, as if you somehow
controlled my strength. I always wondered if you knew the kind of
effect you had over me. A year ago, after you left I tried to
forget about you, but I never could. I would always wonder where
you were and what you were doing."
"Relena…"
"No let me finish, because if you interrupt me I won't be able to
say what I have to say. When I first met you I was naïve,
immature, and ignorant. I knew nothing of the world, and could
only think of myself, but because of you I was able to grow up
and to be more than I ever thought I could be. But that isn't
what brought me to feel to feel what I feel. I knew from the
moment that I saw you that I wanted you in my life that I wanted
to know you. And it had nothing to do with anything but the fact
that for the first time I found someone who didn't care who I
was."
She took a breath, his expression was not as intense, and it was
as if he for once did not know what to do. He was about to speak
again but she quieted him.
"You told me before you went into battle with my brother that you
would come back. Well it took you a year and now you are back.
And so what I really want to do is to ask you something. I want
to ask you to stay this time. Will you stay?"
The room was quiet, she bit her lip in anticipation of what she
was about to hear. She heard him take a deep intake of breathe,
and with caution get out of the bed and walk over to her. She
turned and looked him straight in the eye, and waited.
"Relena, I cannot lie to you and say that I have no desire to
stay, but I know that if I stayed it would only cause more
problems than it would solve. You deserve better than what I
could ever hope to give you. As a person I leave much to be
desired. I don't know how I am going to live in this world; I
don't know how I am going to handle myself let alone anyone else.
Therefore I cannot stay, because I am not what you need. The
only thing I can do for you is protect you from a far but that is
all. Anything other than that would cause problems that neither
of us is ready to handle. So I am sorry, but my staying just
can't be an option," he said.
She gave one last sigh and looked up at him.
"I understand," she said, "I didn't expect you to say yes, and I
guess all I can say now is good-bye."
With that she turned and walked away, and she shut the door
behind her, and as a tear rolled down her cheek she whispered the
one statement, that until than she had been unable to say even to
herself.
"I love you, Heero."
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She didn't see him after that, and she accepted the fact that she
would never see him again. She could finally learn to forget,
and begin to learn to live.
But life is never that easy.
TBC…
This is sort of old, but was thinking about it, and I was taking
a shot at it. It isn't that bad, I like the style, and it flows
smoothly. Of course it is short, but I never believed that
prologues were supposed to be that long anyways. Review Please.
Criticisms about anything but the flow of the story, or how well
it is written will not be tolerated. I have no tolerance for
people who judge a story just because it may not portray
something they like.
By Arimi
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is the property of Sotsu, Sunrise, and
Bandai. This fanfiction is strictly nonprofit.
Author Notes: The prologue begins between the end of Endless
Waltz and the part in the credits where he leaves.
Prologue
She stood in the emergency room of the nearest hospital, gazing
up at the TV screens as the reporters reported on the end of the
Mariemeia incident. They interviewed the people, the
representatives of the Unified Earth Sphere Nation, but they had
yet to get an interview from anyone who had been inside the
compound. They would want to talk to her. But for the moment,
she was waiting, waiting to talk to someone else. Waiting to
talk to him.
How was she going to say what she wanted to say? Would he even
want to hear what she had to say? Was this really what she
wanted, no, needed to do?
"Miss Darlian?"
She looked up at the nurse who had just entered the room.
"Yes."
"You'll be able to visit him now."
She stood up and with one last sigh followed the nurse to Room
103, it was funny; she would probably remember that number for
the rest of her life. She did not notice the nurse leave her
alone in the hall; she just stared at the room, and for a moment
considered leaving. She was not ready. Not ready to face the
first person that she had ever truly loved. She was not ready to
ask him to stay. But she had to. She had to so that she could
know if she needed to move on. She wanted to know if he had felt
anything at all, anything close to what she had felt. She entered
but avoided the gaze of the person on the bed. Instead, she
stared out the window at the city's skyline, and up into the
stars.
"Why are you here?"
She slowly turned to the man on the bed.
"Because I want to be," she said.
The look in his eyes did not change. The look that had always
been there, a look of nothing but intense concentration. She
wondered once again what had happened that had given him that
look. Neither of them spoke, neither of them knew what to say.
Small talk about what they had been doing since the last time
they saw each other was pointless, and of little meaning, but
neither of them wanted to broach the subject that they were both
thinking about. The subject of the emotions that they had been
feeling since they had first met, and were still as strong as
they had been a year before.
She gave one last look at the door to the hallway, and then
turned back to him.
"I have prayed every night to a God that I don't even know is
there, about what I would say to you when I saw you again. I
guess I was scared, and I still am. Ever since I first met you,
you always seemed so sure, so resolute, and so final in
everything you did. Nothing fazed you. I had always felt a
strange strength whenever you were near me, as if you somehow
controlled my strength. I always wondered if you knew the kind of
effect you had over me. A year ago, after you left I tried to
forget about you, but I never could. I would always wonder where
you were and what you were doing."
"Relena…"
"No let me finish, because if you interrupt me I won't be able to
say what I have to say. When I first met you I was naïve,
immature, and ignorant. I knew nothing of the world, and could
only think of myself, but because of you I was able to grow up
and to be more than I ever thought I could be. But that isn't
what brought me to feel to feel what I feel. I knew from the
moment that I saw you that I wanted you in my life that I wanted
to know you. And it had nothing to do with anything but the fact
that for the first time I found someone who didn't care who I
was."
She took a breath, his expression was not as intense, and it was
as if he for once did not know what to do. He was about to speak
again but she quieted him.
"You told me before you went into battle with my brother that you
would come back. Well it took you a year and now you are back.
And so what I really want to do is to ask you something. I want
to ask you to stay this time. Will you stay?"
The room was quiet, she bit her lip in anticipation of what she
was about to hear. She heard him take a deep intake of breathe,
and with caution get out of the bed and walk over to her. She
turned and looked him straight in the eye, and waited.
"Relena, I cannot lie to you and say that I have no desire to
stay, but I know that if I stayed it would only cause more
problems than it would solve. You deserve better than what I
could ever hope to give you. As a person I leave much to be
desired. I don't know how I am going to live in this world; I
don't know how I am going to handle myself let alone anyone else.
Therefore I cannot stay, because I am not what you need. The
only thing I can do for you is protect you from a far but that is
all. Anything other than that would cause problems that neither
of us is ready to handle. So I am sorry, but my staying just
can't be an option," he said.
She gave one last sigh and looked up at him.
"I understand," she said, "I didn't expect you to say yes, and I
guess all I can say now is good-bye."
With that she turned and walked away, and she shut the door
behind her, and as a tear rolled down her cheek she whispered the
one statement, that until than she had been unable to say even to
herself.
"I love you, Heero."
---------------------------------------------------------
She didn't see him after that, and she accepted the fact that she
would never see him again. She could finally learn to forget,
and begin to learn to live.
But life is never that easy.
TBC…
This is sort of old, but was thinking about it, and I was taking
a shot at it. It isn't that bad, I like the style, and it flows
smoothly. Of course it is short, but I never believed that
prologues were supposed to be that long anyways. Review Please.
Criticisms about anything but the flow of the story, or how well
it is written will not be tolerated. I have no tolerance for
people who judge a story just because it may not portray
something they like.