Title: The Day Before [3/?]
Author: Lady Rune
Genre: Shonen Ai/Yaoi, pwp, implied het/yuri,
Pairing: and ruin the surprise? 4x?
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: implied, language
Archives: fanfiction.net under Lady Rune. And if you want it, ask and you got it.

Disclaimer: Not mine, but the twisted ideas are.
Notes: Setting should be obvious, but during Quatre's and Heero's stay at Relena's little "academy of peace". Due to much more popular demand than I'm used to seeing, I'm going to extend this from its previous one-shoted life. 

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            His body was screaming at him.  His legs protested that if he continued walking, they would give out right there in the hallway and he would have to contend with whatever roaming hands the mansion harbored at night, because the rest of him was going to go to sleep.  But he knew that if he didn't get this solved, he wouldn't be able to sleep anyways.  "Trowa, if you were here, you'd know what to do," Quatre sighed and summoned his courage to knock on the large double doors at the end of the wing.  Pagan answered.  The smile the butler gave him almost made him give up and retreat to his room.

            "Sir! What a pleasant surprise!"  The look was in the older man's eyes again, and he had clasped Quatre's hand with both of his.

            Quatre sputtered.  So much for keeping his resolve again.  "P-pagan!  I was meaning to talk with you."  The butler's smile grew.

            A voice came from the other room, echoing down the foyer.  "Pagan? Who is it?"

            Eyes still glittering, Pagan released the blond's hand and motioned for him to come inside.  "Mister Winner is here to see you, Miss Relena," he announced.

            Like all the other rooms, this one was adorned in pink, from pink marble floors to pink tapestry wall coverings to the lighter pink molding.  Relena's sitting room at least had a darker, almost maroon-hued settee and darkly stained wood tables.  The Princess was curled up in a maroon winged chair near the fire.  She looked none too plused to see him.  He wished decorum didn't dictate his behavior when he was sober, or he would have mirrored her expression. 

            "What can I do for you, Quatre?" she forced politely.

            "Is there any way we can speak privately, Miss Relena?"  He flashed an apologetic look at Pagan, who merely shrugged and shuffled into a smaller, adjoining room at Relena's dismissal.

            "Well?" She looked cross as she tossed her golden hair over her shoulder, thumping her fingers against the book in her lap with the other hand.

            "I…I came to apologize for my behavior last night.  I was rude, and my comments were inexcusable. Please forgive me," he spoke in his best diplomatic voice, adding a slight bow at the end.  The girl visibly relaxed and placed the book on the floor.

            "I can accept that. Besides," she giggled, hiding her smile with a flashing of long fingers.  Noin must have learned that from hanging around her.  "Besides, because of you, I had a rather enjoyable night."

            Quatre blushed again, but remained standing.  If he sat down, he might never get up.  "I also came about that.  You see, it was just a misunderstanding, I'm sure."

            Her temper flared up again and she leaned towards the pilot.  "What would you know about it?"  With another about face, she smiled wistfully, running her fingers through her bangs.  "I was distressed and went after Heero so that he could comfort me.  I never imagined that he would."  The Arabian was amazed that the sound of his jaw hitting the floor didn't distract the girl from her musings.  "I mean, and he's such a good kisser."

            "No, oh, no.  Relena.  You were going after Heero and," Quatre forced air into his lungs, "it must have been because it was so dark in the hallway.  I'm always telling you to put more light in there."

            "What are you talking about?" she demanded.  "It is not dark, it's romantic. Heero certainly seemed to think so-"

            "Relena! You don't get it, do you? Me! You kissed me in the hallway.  Noin and Dorothy saw it!"

            Her hands are too small and delicate to really cause damage, the boy had to keep reminding himself, even as Relena jumped up from the chair and seemed to consider lunging over the coffee table.  "How dare you suggest such a thing? Why, I would recognize Heero! I'm sure it would have been a wonderful night if there weren't other people in the hallway.  He pushed me away because he's such a gentleman. He's so shy, really," she sighed, slumping onto the low table and staring into the fire, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of joy. "Besides, everyone knows that you're…you know."

            Maybe he should suggest that Noin get the Princess to see a psychiatrist.  "Oh, Relena.  I was drunk.  Heero and Pagan were there, Dorothy told me.  How was I to know?  I probably pushed you away just as soon as I realized who you were." 

            Anger again.  "You're just jealous that Heero and I are so happy!"  She was leaning across the table again, jabbing her manicured finger into his chest.  As much as Quatre hated to admit it, there was really only one way to get her to see that he was right, and she was crazy.  He grabbed her chin and kissed her.