Please feel free to criticize this piece, as it is my first and could some1 tell me if the rating is right? Thanks in advance. Let me know what you think, so that I know whether I should continue on with this story. Bit backwards, I made Heero the pacifist's son and Relena the soldier's daughter.
the good things in life
My name is Relena. I was best friends with the twins Heero and Wufei. Heero was my long term, on-off boyfriend and Wufei was my rock, my sanity. They were five years my elder. We all had ambitions, beliefs that differed from our parents. I was a child of the army, a soldier's daughter. Heero's parents were unrequited pacifists who were afraid of my influence over their children. To them war was wrong, I was wrong. I was never good enough for them and was banned from setting foot on their property.
We always looked to each other for help and advice, but I didn't realise how much we had depended on each other. April the 5th of June 2005 started off like every other day, dank, cold and wet. Wufei came into my garden later than Heero. It was odd, they always arrived together and I knew something was bothering them. Wufei paused in his steps less than a pace away from me, and there was something in his eyes I couldn't distinguish, his face was so wane that I thought he was going to die from some terrible disease, this wasn't the strong, resilient boy I knew. He looked at the ground, the flowers, the grass, his feet... everywhere but at me. I'm not sure how long we were all like that, me and Wufei standing like pillars, silent and tense with Heero hovering by my shoulder, his lips twitching as if he wanted to scream. Wufei looked up and stared into my eyes as he said "I'm gonna join the Navy".
I didn't know what to think. I was shocked; Wufei seemed more like a political leader than a sailor. I was happy for him, glad he found something he wanted to do. Yet I was fearful as to how his parents would take it. I told him how I felt, and suddenly the strain and worry left the pair of them. I realised that they wanted my blessing; it made me burst out laughing to see the looks on their faces. We were a team, all decisions were made together. For the next week they stayed at my house. It seems that their parents truly didn't want anything to do with violence. They didn't even wave him goodbye when he went to board. They didn't even turn up. It was then that I realised how much I hated them. Then that I realised that life wouldn't be the same.
April 19th 2006 was mine and Heero's anniversary (first date, first kiss, all that jazz). Heero had gone out under the pretence of getting some more milk, but I knew that it was to go and get a present. He always used to forget little things like that; history was the only class he failed in. Whilst he was gone my phone rang. The Naval Officer of Wufei's corp. was at the other end. Wufei had died due to a malfunction on the ship. Turns out the captain had ordered to lock everyone below deck under the guise of an official meeting, in order to prevent mass mayhem and worry. No one got out, no one lived. I sat there. I couldn't cry. I was too shocked. I went and grabbed a picture of him, slowly running my fingertips over his face. It seemed unreal that this happy, strong reliable person whom I cherished since I was five was gone. It was like someone was skewering my heart and it got harder for me to breathe. The door opened and I started to hyperventilate, my eyes blurred and my limbs felt like leaden weights.
I woke up on the floor, cradled in Heero's arms. His worried look made me want to die, 'cause I knew that I had to be the one to give him the news, I would be the one who hurt him. He was scared, that much I knew, I'd never fainted before. I couldn't look at him. I told him what happened, all the while staring at a thread in the carpet, red and slightly shorter than the rest. I focused on it, to stop myself from looking at him, scared to see that pain, scared to see my feelings reflected. It was then that I cried. Heero cried too as he grasped me to him, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe, but it didn't matter, we both need to be comforted, to remind ourselves that we were still alive, still together, and that somehow we'd come through this together. But that wouldn't happen.
