Memories of an Eve War
Mariemaia, after all that had happened to her was grateful for what Heero Yuy had done for her. Without him, without a multitude of others, but especially Heero Yuy, she would still be a mindless pawn and Mariemaia cannot forgive herself for being a pawn.
It reviles her that she simply a toy for her grandfather, produced for his benefit and made and styled for him. Him to discard, him to destroy and him to plan for.
Her glorious revolution, her bloody war and her wonderful rule. The world and all the colonies were to be hers. Her father, a man she barely remembers, had been a great man. He had fought and was a general, he rose among the ranks because he was special.
She always wanted to special. Sometimes, it seemed, she was just another soldier. Her clothing may have been smaller, but was she just one of the faceless masses that her grandfather controlled?
He seemed to love moulding her into the correct image. Once her mother... was taken care of... Mariemaia never had toys after that. No dolls, no building blocks and no teddy bears.
At the age of three and a half she started fencing lessons. Her grandfather had told her that her father was a superb fencer, won competitions and always beat his opponents. He never told her about the honour and fairness that went in hand with her father's fighting.
There was a lot about her father she knew, but her grandfather never told her that her father loved her, and he most certainly never told her he loved her. At the best of times he was proud of what she had accomplished.
Heero Yuy had freed her from all her shackles, some she had never known about. Some she had loving crafted for her self, the bonds of blood blinded her and she had loved her grandfather. He hurt her more than a bullet ever could because the words, the evil words, the horrible words, hurt more.
Never let weakness show. That was what she had been told, never. In most of her years she had never cried. She still found it difficult to show emotions other than pride and anger in front of people, much less cry.
Three years after what people had labelled the Second Eve War, her war, it was Christmas time and Mariemaia was shopping with her stalwart guardian.
People still stared, but she ignored them. Throwing her nose up in the air and taking an expression on that she knew everything that needed to know, she merely smiled. Une hated this expression but it was Mariemaia's defense against the rest of the world.
If not for a strong gust of wind, so cold that it froze the smile right off her face, she would have never had spotted the wild brown hair that was imprinted in her mind.
She was sure it was him. "Heero!" She called out, not even sure why she did so. He stilled, and looked behind him. She smiled, this time warmly and held out her hand. "I'm Mariemaia. Do you remember?"
He walked slowly, surely, over to before stopping less than a foot away from her. How she kept from quaking Mariemaia did not know, how she kept for fainting away she cared not to remember.
"Yes," was all he said and Mariemaia felt disappointment that was all he said. She looked down. "Mariemaia, Merry Christmas."
Her wide eyes stared up at him and Heero suppressed the urge to chuckle. "Merry Christmas to you Heero Yuy," she whispers softly. Then smiles brightly, brilliantly into his slightly surprised eyes.