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*****Relena's Angel*****
It was morbid fascination that made her watch. She could not help but watch as the single beam of energy erupted from the cannon and traveled its path, the stream of ionized particles striking the back of her lover's Mobile Suit, destroying the infrastructure immediately and boring through to the cockpit within, the cockpit holding the man of her life. A low moan escaped her throat, the only noise of the now-quiet night.
Slowly, almost drunkenly, she stumbled to the remains of Wing ZERO and collapsed on it, her tears now flowing freely. Only one word went through her mind: No.
She heard her name being called, but nothing mattered anymore. What was life if you have no one to live it with, she thought. Why should she even care any more? What was there to care about?
Peace?
Not when the man who had worked just as hard as, if not harder than, her to bring it about.
Her brother?
Not when he had a lover of his own, one that was still alive and could share the adventures of life with.
Her friends?
Certainly not them, for there was no way they would understand the anguish now tearing at her heart.
For His memory, then.
That was the only reason to live, then. To live as he would have and cherish the time they had had together, as little as it was.
Her tears gradually stopped, but the sadness, the aching hole still remained. Her life as she knew it was over.
*****
Two years later...
*****
Slowly she stood from the lone headstone. It was secluded in the cemetery, its own corner in the garden of souls. Her gift, a bouquet of roses, lay on the ground, a reminder to herself of how she loved this man, how she still did love his memory.
Tears wet her cheeks, cheeks that had been damp for two years. She slowly walked through the streets to her apartment, not paying attention to the happy people around her, the people who had never suffered loss. She did not notice the odd smile of the doorman as he opened the door for her. And she did not notice the single white feather that lay on her table. All she saw was the bed, and the desire to sleep.
Her mind was numb as she removed her garments, changing into the flowing white nightgown that she wore to bed. She lay her head on the pillow and fell almost instantly asleep.
She was not aware when the dreams came. She was only surprised that they did.
All she saw was a swirl of mists, mists devouring the ability to see farther than her arm's reach. Slowly she walked forward until she found a spot where the mists did not cling to her vision and scanned the horizon. All she saw was the gentle blanket of white and a single black shadow in the distance. Instinctively she headed in the direction of the shadow.
She did not expect to find what she did. A hole, perhaps, but not the body of a man with an elegant pair of wings. She stared at him, her breath taken away by the majesty of his feathers, the smooth ripples of his muscled back. She yelped as he stirred.
Slowly he turned over and sat up, eyes blinking to adjust to the pain of light. He blinked twice more before turning to gaze at Relena.
Her mouth opened in shock at his face. The blue eyes, the brown hair, the slightly downward tilt to his face, all the features she had so long ago memorized.
"Relena?" The word shattered the silence, loud as an explosion in the quiet of the mists.
She collapsed to her knees and sobbed once.
"Relena, don't cry." He moved closer and embraced her, his strong arms wrapping around her and gently pulling her close. One of his slender hands stroked her hair. "It's all right now."
"Heero." It was a gasp between the sobs that wracked her, but within it were all the pain and the anguish she had bottled up for two years. Her sobs quieted but she still allowed herself to be held, feeling his arms, noting their hidden strength. She slowly wrapped her arms around him, maneuvering them around his beautiful pairs of wings. Her head rested gently on his shoulders for what seemed like hours. Her hair draped itself around him. And together they sat...
*****
The next night, Relena hummed quietly as she brushed her hair, counting the strokes before laying the brush down at one hundred. She felt a smile tugging at her lips as she lay down to go to sleep. When she finally drifted off to sleep, her dreams began almost immediately.
Once again, fog shrouded the dreamland and she eagerly looked around for the one shadow she knew was there. She spotted it and ran over to a smiling Heero.
"Good evening, Relena."
"Likewise, Heero."
He smiled, the rare expression lighting up his shadowed face. He extended his hand. "Go for a walk, Relena?"
She smiled and gently took his hand. "Gladly."
They slowly began to stroll into the fog, hand-in-hand. It was several minutes before either of them spoke again. "Relena, I have something to tell you, something you might like or something you might not like."
"What is it? Tell me, Heero."
"I have been given a chance to return to Earth."
Relena's eyes grew wide. "Return to Earth? As in, come back to life?"
He nodded his head sadly.
"Heero, why so sad?"
"I could only stay for a single day. After that, my soul would be released from the Earth and I could not return. I would be unable to visit your dreams any more. I have been deciding what to do, but I cannot make a decision."
His head, indeed his whole body, shook almost imperceptibly. Relena placed her arm around him to comfort him. "I don't know what I would do without a visit from you in my sleep, yet I know how much joy it would bring me to touch you, to physically touch you again."
His head turned to her, and she was startled to see tears carving trails in his smooth face. She placed her hand on his face and gently wiped away the tears. His hand came up and took hers, his body turning to face hers. "Relena, this is a decision I have to let you make, because the outcome of this decision will affect your life. I can't force what could be the wrong choice on you."
She turned her face down. "I don't really know. They would both be like living in a dream. But which is the right choice? I can't make a choice like this on my own."
She fell silent until she woke up, and then she stilled wondered what her choice was going to be.
*****
Whadya think? Continue or no? Leave your thoughts in a review, as it would be much appreciated in writing the next chapter, if there is one.
Until then,
Colonel.
*****Relena's Angel*****
It was morbid fascination that made her watch. She could not help but watch as the single beam of energy erupted from the cannon and traveled its path, the stream of ionized particles striking the back of her lover's Mobile Suit, destroying the infrastructure immediately and boring through to the cockpit within, the cockpit holding the man of her life. A low moan escaped her throat, the only noise of the now-quiet night.
Slowly, almost drunkenly, she stumbled to the remains of Wing ZERO and collapsed on it, her tears now flowing freely. Only one word went through her mind: No.
She heard her name being called, but nothing mattered anymore. What was life if you have no one to live it with, she thought. Why should she even care any more? What was there to care about?
Peace?
Not when the man who had worked just as hard as, if not harder than, her to bring it about.
Her brother?
Not when he had a lover of his own, one that was still alive and could share the adventures of life with.
Her friends?
Certainly not them, for there was no way they would understand the anguish now tearing at her heart.
For His memory, then.
That was the only reason to live, then. To live as he would have and cherish the time they had had together, as little as it was.
Her tears gradually stopped, but the sadness, the aching hole still remained. Her life as she knew it was over.
*****
Two years later...
*****
Slowly she stood from the lone headstone. It was secluded in the cemetery, its own corner in the garden of souls. Her gift, a bouquet of roses, lay on the ground, a reminder to herself of how she loved this man, how she still did love his memory.
Tears wet her cheeks, cheeks that had been damp for two years. She slowly walked through the streets to her apartment, not paying attention to the happy people around her, the people who had never suffered loss. She did not notice the odd smile of the doorman as he opened the door for her. And she did not notice the single white feather that lay on her table. All she saw was the bed, and the desire to sleep.
Her mind was numb as she removed her garments, changing into the flowing white nightgown that she wore to bed. She lay her head on the pillow and fell almost instantly asleep.
She was not aware when the dreams came. She was only surprised that they did.
All she saw was a swirl of mists, mists devouring the ability to see farther than her arm's reach. Slowly she walked forward until she found a spot where the mists did not cling to her vision and scanned the horizon. All she saw was the gentle blanket of white and a single black shadow in the distance. Instinctively she headed in the direction of the shadow.
She did not expect to find what she did. A hole, perhaps, but not the body of a man with an elegant pair of wings. She stared at him, her breath taken away by the majesty of his feathers, the smooth ripples of his muscled back. She yelped as he stirred.
Slowly he turned over and sat up, eyes blinking to adjust to the pain of light. He blinked twice more before turning to gaze at Relena.
Her mouth opened in shock at his face. The blue eyes, the brown hair, the slightly downward tilt to his face, all the features she had so long ago memorized.
"Relena?" The word shattered the silence, loud as an explosion in the quiet of the mists.
She collapsed to her knees and sobbed once.
"Relena, don't cry." He moved closer and embraced her, his strong arms wrapping around her and gently pulling her close. One of his slender hands stroked her hair. "It's all right now."
"Heero." It was a gasp between the sobs that wracked her, but within it were all the pain and the anguish she had bottled up for two years. Her sobs quieted but she still allowed herself to be held, feeling his arms, noting their hidden strength. She slowly wrapped her arms around him, maneuvering them around his beautiful pairs of wings. Her head rested gently on his shoulders for what seemed like hours. Her hair draped itself around him. And together they sat...
*****
The next night, Relena hummed quietly as she brushed her hair, counting the strokes before laying the brush down at one hundred. She felt a smile tugging at her lips as she lay down to go to sleep. When she finally drifted off to sleep, her dreams began almost immediately.
Once again, fog shrouded the dreamland and she eagerly looked around for the one shadow she knew was there. She spotted it and ran over to a smiling Heero.
"Good evening, Relena."
"Likewise, Heero."
He smiled, the rare expression lighting up his shadowed face. He extended his hand. "Go for a walk, Relena?"
She smiled and gently took his hand. "Gladly."
They slowly began to stroll into the fog, hand-in-hand. It was several minutes before either of them spoke again. "Relena, I have something to tell you, something you might like or something you might not like."
"What is it? Tell me, Heero."
"I have been given a chance to return to Earth."
Relena's eyes grew wide. "Return to Earth? As in, come back to life?"
He nodded his head sadly.
"Heero, why so sad?"
"I could only stay for a single day. After that, my soul would be released from the Earth and I could not return. I would be unable to visit your dreams any more. I have been deciding what to do, but I cannot make a decision."
His head, indeed his whole body, shook almost imperceptibly. Relena placed her arm around him to comfort him. "I don't know what I would do without a visit from you in my sleep, yet I know how much joy it would bring me to touch you, to physically touch you again."
His head turned to her, and she was startled to see tears carving trails in his smooth face. She placed her hand on his face and gently wiped away the tears. His hand came up and took hers, his body turning to face hers. "Relena, this is a decision I have to let you make, because the outcome of this decision will affect your life. I can't force what could be the wrong choice on you."
She turned her face down. "I don't really know. They would both be like living in a dream. But which is the right choice? I can't make a choice like this on my own."
She fell silent until she woke up, and then she stilled wondered what her choice was going to be.
*****
Whadya think? Continue or no? Leave your thoughts in a review, as it would be much appreciated in writing the next chapter, if there is one.
Until then,
Colonel.