A/n: Ok, you may or may not figure out what I'm trying to do after this chapter, but there's a BIG hint here. Sorry it isn't very long.
Also, I wanted to make a few corrections. I was looking at a timeline for the show, and I really did forget a ton. The alliance was the bad guy, and it was the preventers that were good. Also, it was just the Winner Corp and then the Romefeller Corp. So, I might just work with it by saying they merged after the war to form the Winnerfeller Corp. Just an idea, I guess. And I'm just not changing the alliance part. I like the name better anyway
Complications
First he had wanted only to forget her presence.
Then he had felt some semblance of delight in annoying her.
The chivalrous need to save her from a deservedly suspicious audience JUST because her eyes had pleaded for a savior was especially out of character for him.
But this?….
This was, pure and simple, just not him…
Unfortunately, Padora's box had already been opened. He knew without a doubt that the compulsion had been a mistake. But the after-effects were taking its toll. He was shaking with a need he hadn't realized he'd even possessed. He wanted….NEEDED to kiss her again. And in an instance, he was drowning once again in emotions he'd never been allowed to have.
But he wasn't called the perfect soldier for nothing.
Already his training was taking over. He felt his mind regaining control, alarms sounding in his head, warning him of grave danger. She was a danger. Instincts long held dormant are fought, trapped, and locked away once more. This wasn't right. He had to stop.
With a gasp, he pulls away, turning to face the empty room. He found he couldn't look at her, whether from shame or confusion or the sheer terror of losing control again. He was shocked to find his heart beating wildly, his breath coming in shudders. This wouldn't do. He was Heero Yui for crying out loud.
In the moments while he struggles for total control, his mind snags on a peculiar thought.
….Unfortunately, it slipped his mind at the sound of Serena's husky, distraught whisper.
"….What….the….hell?!..." If there were ever a moment for cursing, this was it. "What just happened?"
When Heero felt assured enough of his control, he turned. Despite the dark shadows of the room, he could detect her freaked out wide eyes, vulnerable parted lips, and her sudden need to lean heavily against the wall.
There was nothing he could say, however, to excuse his behavior. He couldn't even explain it to himself. What was he to do except take the only option left to him?
She didn't try to stop him. She let him go, let him walk right past her and through the door. Though her mind had not quite recovered, she was aware enough to understand they both needed time to sort out what had just occurred. She groans, letting her head fall back to bang against the wall in frustration. She'd just come to realize that her life had acquired yet another complication.
She takes a moment to consider her options. She needed time to think. Trowa and Dorothy would have plenty of questions, she was sure. Heaven only knew how they were going to react or who they might tell. Dealing with them would be her second priority. She would deal with the other issues, such as her friends, later. Heero and this freak show would be above all. How she was going to be able to sit through a conference with Dr. J in what would undeniably be the awkward company of Heero Yui WITHOUT the psycho albeit perceptive old man sensing something amiss, she had absolutely NO idea.
((If there is a God, he has one twisted sense of humor…))
She grumbles mentally all the way down the hall, determined to retreat undetected to her favorite spot in the park, if only for an hour or two. Dr. J would wonder at their late call, but there was no way she was doing it now without time to regroup. No, she decides, he would just have to get over it…
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At her passing, Heero steps out of the darkness of an adjacent room, watching her retreat with a mixture of distress and relief. The fact that everything was happening so fast was not what had him stumped. It was the nature of the events.
His specialty lay in fighting and killing, not love and romance.
Relena's affections had been unsettling enough as it were. And just as he'd decided with her, he had no intentions of every traveling down that road. Ever.
The problem was…
…someone kept pressing the override button…
He would need to do some investigating. By tonight, he would know everything there was to know about Serena Tsukino, aka Rose Gundam Pilot of the Gardenia. It wasn't until she had entered his life that he'd felt the slow but unmistakable changes overtaking him. She was the cause; he was sure of it. He just needed to find out how…
And why…
…Why in all the galaxy did he feel the urge to call her 'meatball head'?!...