Desperately
Disclaimer (for the whole fanfiction): I do not, I repeat, do not own Gundam Wing, but boy, do I wish I did… I mean, five extremely hot guys- uh yeah, sorry!
A/N – Yes, it's me again, with yet another fanfiction, I don't know if I'll be able to cope with all of these, but I have had inspiration for this one for a while, and decided that it was a waste to let it just slip away without giving it a chance… so here you go… enjoy…
--"Love is like a butterfly, you have to set it free... if it comes back, it was meant to be."--
Chapter one: Departure
Dull grey clouds cast over the sky, rendering the atmosphere as miserable and gloomy as her current mood. She watched, silently, as the man that she loved, and always would love, walk away, never once turning back around to face her. A lone tear traced its way down Relena's cheek before falling and momentarily staining her blue satin blazer.
A bitter, autumn evening, chill embraced her with open arms, causing her to shudder and clasp her arms over her chest, trying to insulate whatever heat that she still had remaining in her body.
As she watched him board the airship that would take him to his targeted mission, she couldn't help but think that this was going to be the last time she saw him. Pushing the appalling thoughts out of her mind, she set her focus onto the envelope that she was clutching tightly in her hand, as though if she let it go, her life would be over.
She felt her heart die a little, as the engine roared to a start and the aircraft launched, taking off at a speed much greater than any other ship in the surrounding area. The wind blown down from the turbines carried her honey-blond hair gracefully across her pale face as cerulean blue eyes peered from beneath the stray strands, watching, what seemed to be like her last thread of hope disappear into the oblivion above.
It wasn't until she was safely inside the terminal and away from the general public that Relena allowed herself to open the letter that she was still clutching with a death-like grip.
Glancing around her, she scanned her watery eyes through the crowds of people, all wandering, seemingly thoughtlessly, around the terminal. Some crying for joy at the sight of their loved ones, some sharing long passionate yet remorseful goodbyes, and some were wandering around hopelessly in search of one another.
Relena, however, didn't fit into any of these categories, okay yes, she was remorseful, she was sad, she was hopeless but she was also lonely and she knew that she had no one to be looking for. No one who was anticipating her arrival so that they could capture her in their arms and show her just how much she had been missed… nobody.
She tore open the brown letter with trembling hands and with a heavy sigh, she removed the ivory coloured parchment with relevant ease. Unfolding the letter, Relena's eyes stumbled across the few first words. She looked up again and catching Trowa's eye with her own, smiled to her new bodyguard – who was looking at her with a great concern evident in his emerald green orbs – reassuringly. Recomposing herself, she once again, let out a shaky yet heavy sigh and tilted her head back down to the letter, her blond locks flowing freely down her shoulders.
Dear Relena, It read in a strong, slanted handwriting.
I am sorry to have informed you of my sudden departure with such short notice, however I did not want this mission to affect that last few days that I got to spend time with you, I wanted to remember you as the happy, cheerful and bright women that I have always known you to be.
I hope, for my sake and yours, that this mission will not take longer than I have thought that it would. I look forward to seeing you again within a few months, which I hope will not pass as slowly as I know that they will because you are not here with me.
This mission, however, was not one that I wanted to participate. It was obligatory that I go, the fate and safety of the preventers, and even you, is now in my hands. And as I have sworn to protect you for as long as I live, I will abide by this promise. I hope that you will forgive me, someday, for the recent events that have taken place and that when I come back, we can fall back into the place that we were. Because, with you, is one place I know that I belong.
Relena lifted her head again, to wipe the tears that were now freely flowing down her face, and onto the parchment below, smudging the handwriting to indistinguishable blurs.
Without you, Relena, I believe that my soul is useless. I will come back for you Relena, that is a promise, and you know yourself, that I never break promises.
With Love, Heero
Relena inhaled a long unsteady breath, and slouched back into the terminal chair, staring aimlessly at the parchment in her hands. After a few moments, she shook herself out of her trance and folded the paper back into the envelope, tucking it neatly into the inside pocket of her blazer.
"Relena?" Trowa's voice stirred her out of her reminisces and she glanced up into emerald green eyes. Their owner crouched down on front of her, to be face to face with her, his light brown uni-bang obscuring most of her view of his left eye. He lifted up a long muscular hand and casually swept away a stray tear from her cheek. "Everything will be okay," he assured her.
"You really think so?" She asked him doubtfully, her gaze flitting down to her fumbling hands.
"Yes, I really do." He lifted his hand to her chin, tilting her head back up with his thumb and forefinger so that he could stare into her cerulean blue orbs, "Really, now come on, your limo awaits, my lady."
Relena giggled, slightly through her sniffles, as Trowa stood, bowed to her in a 'gentleman' manner and held a hand out for her, she gratefully accepted it and before pulling her to her feet, Trowa pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed it lightly.
Relena felt a slight blush rise to her cheeks, but she quickly dismissed her sudden rash behaviour as nothing and rose to her feet with Trowa's help.
Her usually silent friend slipped his arm through hers with only one thing in his head, that being the favour that Heero had asked of him.
"Trowa," Heero said, his voice was no longer monotonous but held a somewhat sombre tone beneath it, "Would you do me a favour?"
"Yeah, sure, what is it?" Trowa asked curiously, staring into his friend's solemn Prussian blue eyes.
"Take care of her for me… Promise me you'll do that," Heero asked as he shook his unruly dark brown hair, stray strands falling loosely in front of his sad and sorrowful eyes.
Trowa didn't need Heero to elaborate on what he meant, for Trowa already knew, too well, what his friend's request had meant. He wanted him to take care of Relena while he was gone. Trowa immediately felt as though he had been punched in the stomach, not that Heero had done anything wrong, it was just that, he knew that he was not the guy that Heero should leave this task with.
He though of telling Heero that he couldn't do it, that he should leave it to Duo or Quatre, hell, even Wufei would have been a better fit for the job.
Just not him.
"Barton?" Trowa's head shot up, to stare, once again, into those lifelessly dull eyes of Heero's.
'I can't do it, Heero…' No, no, that would never do, Heero was his friend, he trusted him, and Trowa was going to have to do this, not for himself, not for Relena, but for Heero.
"I promise," Trowa said slowly and reluctantly, enunciating each word as carefully as he could, to ensure that his head wouldn't mess it up.
Heero let out a sigh of relief, and Trowa realised that he had been holding his breath, awaiting his response.
'I don't know if I can do this Heero… because, I too, am in love with Relena."
'What am I getting myself into?" He asked him self, groaning inwardly.
So what do you think? That I should continue with this along with the others, or that I should drop it, as it is a lost cause?
Anyways, thanks for reading, and please, please, please, pretty, pretty, please review.
Love y'all
Allura
