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Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and it's characters do not belong to me. This one didn't take too long to get out now did it? I'm fairly proud of it myself. This is an interlude, and it's kinda different, but bear with me. It'll be ok, I promise. | ||||||
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Entry 18: Sweet Nothings Music: Sarah McLachlan: Mirror Ball POV: Relena | ||||||
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I still watch the news everyday. Sophie, my nurse, and Heero tell me I shouldn't. Sophie says it's because not being able to participate in the news making doesn't coincide well with my chemotherapy. It upsets me. Heero says it's because I always catch the celebrity spot lights. "Like it or not, you're a celebrity..." he says. So I am, and I do see myself on television from time to time. They say things about me--and my husband. They say that I betrayed South. They say that he let South die. Others say that he and I fell in love because of the incident--and that relationships based off "incidents" never work out. Other sources have said that surely ours is a romantic story, and a love that is destined to last. But, there is so much they don't know. They don't know that Heero has been there for me since I was fifteen. I have known him for a whole ten years--and for most of that time, I neglected him, but for every one of those ten years, I love him. Please, I did love South, but not that I look back, I can see that it probably wouldn't have lasted long. We both loved our careers too much. We were together for about three years, and I would have married him. It was as if some outside force stopped our wedding, in a most blunt fashion. I miss him. It's been a year since his death, and I was married only three weeks ago, two days before the anniversary of the day I was shot. It was almost ten months ago that Heero had his dream. Nothing about his proposal was grand or elaborate. It was simple, but beautiful. He and I were making our dinner. We were cooking rice, some fish--fresh from the market--fresh pineapple, carrots, and green and red peppers. We weren't talking. It had been a good day for me, but I was still a little shaky. He came behind me and rested his hands on my shoulders and began massaging my neck with his thumbs. I dropped my knife with a clatter onto the cutting board. A strong electric stream ran through me from head to toe. He hadn't touched me like that since...well, the night on L-1 years before. It felt good. The massage was a relief from the pain. "Did you know that I am considered your common-law husband?" He'd asked delicately. "I never really though about it." I said. "but I suppose that's right." "Does that bother you?" he asked. "No." I said after thinking. "Though, we don't really act as husband and wife." He nudged me to turn around and face him. His eyes were intense. His--he was completely tensed. His heart beat heavily--I could feel. I grew afraid. Then he kissed me. Not like he had ever kissed me before. My God--it was so different. Before he'd always been so confused. I had too. This time, we kissed like lovers--like he wanted to kiss me--to be with me. He stopped, most likely fearing that he might do something to upset me. "Ai...I...Ich--Ich liebe dich," he stumbled, finally finding his fit. "Ich liebe dich auch," I said. He still held my face in his hands. I could smell the food. "Would..would you mind acting like a married couple?" he said. "Only if we're not a common-law-married couple," I told him. "Hnn..." he searched himself, patting down his pockets. He only had on sweat pants and a t-shirt. I couldn't figure out what he was looking for. Then, out of his pocket he pulled a thin white gold ring. "Here," he said. "It's all I had.." I grinned and put it on my left ring finger. "Heero, the food's burning," I said and he tended our dinner. The wedding was also simple. We drove along the Lake Constance until we ound a little bundle of trees that created a tiny grove where, at dusk, the sun filtered through and reflected off the lake from the west. It was beautiful. Three days later we took Heero's priest and drove back there with Hilde and Duo. My brother didn't come, because I didn't tell him about it. I told Noin the day of, and she gave her congratulations. She was due with her and Milliardo's first childe any time. I didn't want to steal their glory. The child was born, a boy, a few days ago. His name is Victor Peacecraft Merquise. Quite fitting for my brother's first son isn't it? Thinking about that makes me wish I would be able to have children. Cancer treatment has a chance of pushing women into an early menopause. Chance...Well, ins't that a bitch? I have a husband now though, and I am thankful for that. Very thankful. At the wedding, I wore a very pale pink dress. It was very simple. Hilde helped me pick out the day before. It had thin straps and a tight bodice and a loose flowing train. It was perfect. Heero wore his dress uniform. He was very handsome. Afterwards we went out for dinner, but Heero brought me home early. I was very tired. It had been a hectic weak, and I was due for another treatment the next day. We didn't consumate the marriage for nearly a week because of that. I think we were both okay with that. It's hard sometimes, to be intimate. I'm in pain a lot, especially in my back. Our marriage is different. Many newly weds are all over each other, especially when they are young. We were calm, not driven crazy by our new found passion like so many others...Like Duo and Hilde, who have been married just about five years and still can't leave each other alone. I like the way we are. It's comforting that my relationship with him doesn't have to change just because my name has. Relena Yuy. I like it. | ||||||
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Entry 19: Just as Quiet as it's kept... Music: The Billions: As Quiet as it's Kept POV: Heero | ||||||
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My dream--it got me thinking--and I thought for months. I'd been living with Relena, helping out where I was needed. I still worked, just from our apartment. It was a decent set-up. I was able to work most of the day while the nurse, Sophie, was in, and then relax at night, assisting Relena with any household chores. She wasn't incapable of doing things herself. She didn't even really need a nurse. The nurse was more of a nutritionist/physical therapist. She helped Relena with her diet and choosing the right foods. The ones that would coincide with her treatment the best. And she worked on her shoulder and back. That is probably what frustrates Relena the most, is her slightly lame shoulder and arm, which is the way it is from her gunshot wound, and not from her cancer. I blame myself for that. It's gotten better, but it still...she's bothered by it. She cries sometimes. A few days ago, it was on Sophie's day off...I was working in the spare bedroom. I looked out the window and saw Relena, walking toward the fountain down the street, near the Cathedral. I moved from my desk, so that I was standing next to the large open window and watched her walk. Her gait was confident, yet faltered. She was in pain. She really shouldn't have been out. She would be exhausted when she came back. The cancer's spread and she's become weak lately. The pain's so unbearable that she takes codeine tablets withever meal, steroid and vitamins to keep her strength up, and she wears a morphine patch on her inner thigh. She rarely acts high or disconnected, so I figure even though the amount of drugs she has in her system is enough for a sick elephant, they must be working. She sat on the rim of the fountan, watching the water dance as I watched her. I smiled. She leaned over to pinch a yellow flowere from a small bush by her feet. She had trouble plucking it from its stem. She was using her bad arm. She gave up and sat back, again staring off into the water. I left my office and jogged to the fountain, sliding my sun glasses on as I slipped through the shadows unnoticed. Her back was to me. I picked the yellow flower--hers and one other. The popping of the breaking stems caused her to turn and look down upon me. I was kneeling, offering her the flowers. There were tears in her eyes and falling down her cheeks as she accepted the blossoms. We were in public. It was during the afternoon marketing hours, so there were people around. A lot of people. I wiped her tears, still kneeling. She took my sunglasses from my face. I smiled a little. How simple....our actions, normal almost, but at the same time, so all encompassing... I took her and hugged her, kissing her neck and stroking her hair. She'd become so thin. "I'm so thankful I have you," she said. "Otherwise, I'd be helpless..." I kissed her and led her back to our apartment. "You'll never be helpless." | ||||||
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This Chapter is dedicated to my Jordan. He's my best friend and so much more, and after three years (on the tenth), he only loves me more. I have been wondering, what you guys would think. When I finish the story, I was thinking of posting an author's note along with the epilog to explain just exactly why and I wrote the story and some of the dynamics I used to achieve it. If anyon's interested, please let me know. I write them anyway, for my own benefit, but I don't really post them online. I will if you want me to though. Thanks! --Marla | ||||||
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