Darkness Without the Light
By: Amber
Relena woke up panting as if she had run a marathon even now the dream was fading becoming difficult to remember but the feeling of terror lingered. Her strength was gradually returning and Milliardo had assured her that after conferring with Lady Anne there would be no problem with Relena taking convalescence leave. She in fact was eager to go she kept pressing for release but being put off. Yesterday a hospital appointed counselor had come in to talk to her about residual feelings of guilt and depression she might begin to feel. She had enough, she needed something she wasn't going to find here always being watched and poked and prodded on lord knows how people got any rest in a hospital.
She pushed herself up and grabbed her crutches wincing at the still healing burns on her hands. Slowly hobbling to the closet, she leaned her head against the door as a feeling of light-headedness temporarily overwhelmed her. She drew in steadying breaths until her vision cleared. Relena just winced thinking about the next problem. Taking a couple of awkward steps to the door she looked both ways before jerking back almost unbalancing herself. There were guards at each end of the hallway. One was asleep and the other reading a magazine still as distracted as they were she wouldn't make it down the hall without them recognizing her.
She knew her limits; there was no way she would make it not in the condition she was in. Catching the name across the way she smiled -- no this called for another approach. Relena opened the door. Looking both ways she hopped across to the other room. She let the door swing closed while she caught her breath. After it closed, she leaned against it listening closely for signs she was spotted. Absently she lifted her arm to dab at the perspiration beading her forehead. Perusing the room while her eyes adapted to the darkness she made out the closet on the right. Making her way to the closet she opened the door liberating Mr. Dennies of his suit. Fifteen minutes later, a man in a wheelchair left from the 6th floor recovery where he then caught a cab and disappeared.
* * * *
Relena had been at work for an hour when her brother came storming in. "Do you want to tell me what the hell is going on? You don't even need to be standing much less back at work. And what is this about a press conference? "
Relena smiled faintly, "Your late I expected you at least 45 minutes ago." She leaned on the desk, and hopped around wincing a bit when she jarred her shoulder and ribs she kissed his cheek. He cupped her elbow, and guided her back to a chair.
Leaning his forehead on hers he murmured. "Relena what the hell are you trying to prove?" She lifted her hand, trailing it down his hair. "Nothing I plan on taking time to rest but not before cleaning house. I just didn't want you to learn what I'm going to do from a news brief."
"What are you going to do?"
"I have four months left of this term after that I don't plan on running for another." Silence descended over the room, as she watched him turn over in his mind what she said.
"Why?"
She shook her head. "I've done my small part, for years now but I've needed the Alliance more than they have needed me. There comes a time when you ask yourself are you doing more harm than good?" He shook his head. "Milliardo you showed me yourself there can be no self appointed savior everyone has to want it or it wont work. I did what little I could to help hold it together but now it's grown beyond me and it's time for someone with better skills than I to take up the challenge." She smiled, "Milliardo I'm not quitting just changing directions. I thought I might teach what better way to spread pacifism than to get a child's mind when its open to all the possibilities."
He took her hand and held it stroking his thumb up and down. "Sounds like you did quite a bit of thinking."
She nodded. "Some. Hey she cupped his face, don't look so glum you're loosing a minister not your sister."
"Ms. Peacecraft?" Relena leaned over and pushed the intercom. "Yes?"
"They're starting to assemble."
"Thank you." She looked at Milliardo. "You staying?"
He shook his head. "No this is your moment you don't need me for this." He stood kissing her forehead. "Don't over do as you said I can loose a minister but not a sister. To make sure I'll have Sally come over and check you haven't done more damage with you crazy stunt."
She grimaced, "OK, OK.." Relena leaned forward, "Send them in."
* * * *
"Hey Heero!"
"Look, ojousan is on TV." The breakroom in Preventors HQ grew silent as Duo turned up the volume. "Should she be doing this she doesn't look too hot to me?"
"Silence Maxwell, the woman knows what she's doing it is the rest of us that are attempting to discover what is happening. If you will just be silent." Wufei growled.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for this unannounced broadcast. It's been quite a time for us we have struggled long and hard together to reach this point in our lives where peace is finally a reality. For years now I have tried in my small way.."
They turned as the door opened and Zechs walked in. Crossing his arms he leaned against the wall beside Heero and glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "I suggest Yuy if you have anything important to tell Relena you do it soon."
" Hn ?"
"Which is why what I am about to tell you is so very difficult," Relena droned in the background.
Heero snapped his head toward the TV as a sinking sensation in his stomach kicked in the same one that helped him survive the wars, the one that kept him alive during so many missions. That inexplicable sixth sense when disaster was about to strike.
"In a few months, my term as you Minister will end at that time I will neither seek nor accept another term of office. There comes a time in each politicians life when they have to step back and ask themselves am I continuing to do my best for the people. And I would like to think I have done my best always. But our world is at a crossroads now where it can continue to coast along as things are or surpass themselves with someone that will do for them what is beyond me." Relena paused and took a sip of water before continuing.
"O man, Duo muttered. I knew she shouldn't be doing this it looks like she's about to keel over any minute now."
"I didn't seek any of this I fell into the task and then preceded to struggle endlessly to be worthy of your trust. The only thing I could think to do to help, during those trying times was promote and implement the hopes of my father; and the ideals that the Peacecrafts have lived by for generations. Hopefully insuring that way none of us would have to go through the nightmare of war again. Such a small thing, compared to the sacrifices of so many others I know. But I hope that I was able to make a difference for the better however small over the years. I thank you for your time. Your patience while I learned, and more importantly your continued support. Many times it truly was what kept me going. Again I thank you for your trust in me... "
This has been an alive at 5 Newscast with Vice Foreign Minister Peacecraft a guaranteed
shoo in for another term. Has announced today after her term is concluded she will no longer seek office.
Silence settled over the office, as everyone looked at one another for answers before glancing warily back at Heero. He straightened up staring enigmatically at Milliardo before he slammed out the door. Duo whistled, "anyone else get the impression he was pissed?"
Zechs smiled slightly. "I think Heero has just been handed the realization he doesn't know Relena quite as well as he thinks he does and I don't think he liked the surprise."
"Colonel Yuy!! Please..." She came puffing into the room behind him. "I told you the Minister isn't here."
Heero took in the room at a glance absently cataloging placement, position, seeking anything that would tell him what he needed to know. "Yes you did. Which security personnel did the Minister take with her?"
" Why none," she stammered. Heero's expression became even more glacial. He glared at the woman whose only mistake was having the misfortune of being here while Relena was beyond his reach. "I offered to call for security the woman said in a placating manner but the gentleman she was with told her it wasn't necessary."
Heero nodded stiffly, pinning her with his gaze. "Name," he demanded.
"Wha he didn't give one," she stammered. "Are you in the habit of letting people in unannounced?"
"No! No sir, she stuttered the Minister was expecting him." Heero's eyes narrowed. "What did this man look like?"
She twisted her fingers nervously; "well he was tall, um brownish hair, with very green eyes. I mean everything is all right isn't it? Commander Peacecraft didn't seem concerned." Heero stiffened eyes burning cold fire nodding stiffly he brushed passed her to find the man that would give him answers.
* * * *
Zechs entered his office and immediately stiffened but continued on to his desk. He took his seat before his eyes unerringly locked onto to Heero's glaring at him from against the wall. They stared at each other silently, measuring probing for a clue into each other's thoughts. Zechs leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers together taking in the young man's body language with some amusement. "Your angry? Why?"
"Since when do we let the Vice Foreign Minister wander around without security?"
"Ahh you missed her then she's as safe as she can be." He stared at Heero watching the frustration flicker across his face before resuming his usual mask. They stared at each other as the silence grew Zechs's mouth quirked at the corners. "Are you going to get to the point of this visit or am I to sit here playing guessing games with you?" When Heero continued to stare he shook his head. "Heero you are the most stubborn bastard I've ever met besides myself. If you want to know where she is ask."
"What makes you think I don't already know?" Heero changed the subject suddenly. "Why is she out of the hospital? Her Doctor didn't discharge her I checked. You asked me to be her guard I can't do that when I don't know her itinerary or if she isn't even here."
Zechs hand lifted to hide his smile. He countered, "you said you wanted to return to your regular duties after Phagan was dealt with he's been dealt with."
"I would think the safety and well being of your sister would be of concern. What happens if she has complications from her injuries? How do we know one will be enough protection for her, factoring into the equation her reckless tendencies I would think one person unadvisable." Heero fired off his objections in rapid succession.
He leaned back in his chair studying Heero. "I know probably as much as you do, but since your own life has been in his hands a time or two I don't imagine he'll let us down."
" Hn?"
"Ask Heero." Zechs leaned forward abruptly. "My god man you love her coming back here trailing around behind her always in the shadows of her life it was enough for awhile. You knew where she was, who she was with, could predict what she would do right down to the smallest detail. But now she's not willing to let us wrap her in wool anymore." He gazed at Heero speculatively, "your scared. Why?"
Heero stared at him with shuttered eyes. "I would feel much more secure about her vacation plans if I knew there was a competent doctor accompanying her and had an opportunity to survey these security preparations myself he shrugged that's all."
"Very well, Heero. She's in Arabia with Barton and Winner." Heero straightened abruptly and moved to the door. "Just one moment." He stopped but didn't turn.
"I'm going to offer you some advice should you choose to listen it is your prerogative. Don't go out there unless you really know what you want from my sister. She's resigned herself to the idea you will never see her as anything but a complication in your life she's setting you free. If you have no intentions of changing that it would be kinder to leave her where she is. You and I are guilty of trying to make time stand still my friend." Heero turned slightly and Zechs could see by his profile he was listening in spite of himself.
"I tried to make up for all the times I wasn't there.. You he paused choosing his words with care you chose to throw all your energy into protecting her because its easier to do than deal with how you *feel* about her."
Heero turned his head staring at him his eyes dull with pain. "Nothing has changed, her being with me is dangerous."
Zechs stared at him compassionately; "it depends on how you measure your time together. The butterfly's time is so short but for those moments it's with us we marvel at its beauty. We feel blessed in the confirmation that no matter how ugly the world can get there are still fragile things that continue to thrive in adversity."
"chippoke chouchou," he murmured...
Zechs nodded. "An apt description don't you think? She appears too fragile for words but survived the wars with idealism and optimism intact a child forced be a woman before her time. That in itself isn't so special hell we all were forced into adulthood before our times she's no different there than anyone else. It could have made her cynical, hard even it did us yet she thrived, gave us hope and carried the world along with her. Perhaps she was stronger than us all in the end."
Heero stared at him intensely, before the corner of his mouth kicked up slightly. "She always was.."
After Heero left Zechs swung around staring out the window. "Choose wisely Heero for both of your sakes please."
* * * *
"Master Quatre? You have a message on an encoded channel."
"Thank you I'll take it." Quatre exchanged knowing looks with Trowa. "Well it didn't take him very long."
Trowa lifted his brow. "I told you there isn't much about Relena that escapes his notice. It was just a matter of will he finally give in and admit his need for her."
Quatre leaned back in his chair taking a sip of his tea quietly considering the problem. "The question is does Relena want us to even tell him? She seems to have reigned herself to the situation."
Trowa came over and started gently massaging his shoulders. "You can't solve this for them it's something they have to work out themselves. And it's past time Heero did it."
Quatre tilted his head laying his cheek on the top of Trowa's hand. "Your right we'll supply the place and time and let Allah take care of the rest."
Quatre straightened and initiated the link. Heero's impassive face came into view. Heero nodded, "Quatre."
"Hello, Heero what a nice surprise.." Heero's brow lifted skeptically.
"Where is she Quatre?"
Quatre blinked. "Who?" You mean Relena?" Heero stared at him silently waiting for him tell him what he already knew. Trowa leaned over Quatre's shoulder breaking the staring contest.
"Heero," he acknowledged. "Relena's sleeping right now we had a doctor on board the transport just in case but she's fine considering the circumstances."
"I want to confirm that for myself." Trowa nodded, "of course."
Quatre smiled. "Yes, Heero you know your always welcome I'll send you the coordinates."
Heero shook his head. " I already have them. Heero out."
Quatre sighed as the screen went blank. "Of course he does. Well now all we have to do is tell her."
Trowa shook his head. "she will find out soon enough."
"Trowa," he said his tone unsure. Trowa caressed his cheek.
"Let them settle it Heero won't thank you for interfering." Trowa took his hand pulling him from the chair. "Now isn't there something more interesting we could be doing instead of worrying about Heero's love life?"
Author Note:
chippoke chouchou (little butterfly) I'm afraid I know not a scrap of Japanese so I had to ask someone the words if by some fluke this is wrong forgive me send the correct translation and I will correct it.
By: Amber
Relena woke up panting as if she had run a marathon even now the dream was fading becoming difficult to remember but the feeling of terror lingered. Her strength was gradually returning and Milliardo had assured her that after conferring with Lady Anne there would be no problem with Relena taking convalescence leave. She in fact was eager to go she kept pressing for release but being put off. Yesterday a hospital appointed counselor had come in to talk to her about residual feelings of guilt and depression she might begin to feel. She had enough, she needed something she wasn't going to find here always being watched and poked and prodded on lord knows how people got any rest in a hospital.
She pushed herself up and grabbed her crutches wincing at the still healing burns on her hands. Slowly hobbling to the closet, she leaned her head against the door as a feeling of light-headedness temporarily overwhelmed her. She drew in steadying breaths until her vision cleared. Relena just winced thinking about the next problem. Taking a couple of awkward steps to the door she looked both ways before jerking back almost unbalancing herself. There were guards at each end of the hallway. One was asleep and the other reading a magazine still as distracted as they were she wouldn't make it down the hall without them recognizing her.
She knew her limits; there was no way she would make it not in the condition she was in. Catching the name across the way she smiled -- no this called for another approach. Relena opened the door. Looking both ways she hopped across to the other room. She let the door swing closed while she caught her breath. After it closed, she leaned against it listening closely for signs she was spotted. Absently she lifted her arm to dab at the perspiration beading her forehead. Perusing the room while her eyes adapted to the darkness she made out the closet on the right. Making her way to the closet she opened the door liberating Mr. Dennies of his suit. Fifteen minutes later, a man in a wheelchair left from the 6th floor recovery where he then caught a cab and disappeared.
* * * *
Relena had been at work for an hour when her brother came storming in. "Do you want to tell me what the hell is going on? You don't even need to be standing much less back at work. And what is this about a press conference? "
Relena smiled faintly, "Your late I expected you at least 45 minutes ago." She leaned on the desk, and hopped around wincing a bit when she jarred her shoulder and ribs she kissed his cheek. He cupped her elbow, and guided her back to a chair.
Leaning his forehead on hers he murmured. "Relena what the hell are you trying to prove?" She lifted her hand, trailing it down his hair. "Nothing I plan on taking time to rest but not before cleaning house. I just didn't want you to learn what I'm going to do from a news brief."
"What are you going to do?"
"I have four months left of this term after that I don't plan on running for another." Silence descended over the room, as she watched him turn over in his mind what she said.
"Why?"
She shook her head. "I've done my small part, for years now but I've needed the Alliance more than they have needed me. There comes a time when you ask yourself are you doing more harm than good?" He shook his head. "Milliardo you showed me yourself there can be no self appointed savior everyone has to want it or it wont work. I did what little I could to help hold it together but now it's grown beyond me and it's time for someone with better skills than I to take up the challenge." She smiled, "Milliardo I'm not quitting just changing directions. I thought I might teach what better way to spread pacifism than to get a child's mind when its open to all the possibilities."
He took her hand and held it stroking his thumb up and down. "Sounds like you did quite a bit of thinking."
She nodded. "Some. Hey she cupped his face, don't look so glum you're loosing a minister not your sister."
"Ms. Peacecraft?" Relena leaned over and pushed the intercom. "Yes?"
"They're starting to assemble."
"Thank you." She looked at Milliardo. "You staying?"
He shook his head. "No this is your moment you don't need me for this." He stood kissing her forehead. "Don't over do as you said I can loose a minister but not a sister. To make sure I'll have Sally come over and check you haven't done more damage with you crazy stunt."
She grimaced, "OK, OK.." Relena leaned forward, "Send them in."
* * * *
"Hey Heero!"
"Look, ojousan is on TV." The breakroom in Preventors HQ grew silent as Duo turned up the volume. "Should she be doing this she doesn't look too hot to me?"
"Silence Maxwell, the woman knows what she's doing it is the rest of us that are attempting to discover what is happening. If you will just be silent." Wufei growled.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for this unannounced broadcast. It's been quite a time for us we have struggled long and hard together to reach this point in our lives where peace is finally a reality. For years now I have tried in my small way.."
They turned as the door opened and Zechs walked in. Crossing his arms he leaned against the wall beside Heero and glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "I suggest Yuy if you have anything important to tell Relena you do it soon."
" Hn ?"
"Which is why what I am about to tell you is so very difficult," Relena droned in the background.
Heero snapped his head toward the TV as a sinking sensation in his stomach kicked in the same one that helped him survive the wars, the one that kept him alive during so many missions. That inexplicable sixth sense when disaster was about to strike.
"In a few months, my term as you Minister will end at that time I will neither seek nor accept another term of office. There comes a time in each politicians life when they have to step back and ask themselves am I continuing to do my best for the people. And I would like to think I have done my best always. But our world is at a crossroads now where it can continue to coast along as things are or surpass themselves with someone that will do for them what is beyond me." Relena paused and took a sip of water before continuing.
"O man, Duo muttered. I knew she shouldn't be doing this it looks like she's about to keel over any minute now."
"I didn't seek any of this I fell into the task and then preceded to struggle endlessly to be worthy of your trust. The only thing I could think to do to help, during those trying times was promote and implement the hopes of my father; and the ideals that the Peacecrafts have lived by for generations. Hopefully insuring that way none of us would have to go through the nightmare of war again. Such a small thing, compared to the sacrifices of so many others I know. But I hope that I was able to make a difference for the better however small over the years. I thank you for your time. Your patience while I learned, and more importantly your continued support. Many times it truly was what kept me going. Again I thank you for your trust in me... "
This has been an alive at 5 Newscast with Vice Foreign Minister Peacecraft a guaranteed
shoo in for another term. Has announced today after her term is concluded she will no longer seek office.
Silence settled over the office, as everyone looked at one another for answers before glancing warily back at Heero. He straightened up staring enigmatically at Milliardo before he slammed out the door. Duo whistled, "anyone else get the impression he was pissed?"
Zechs smiled slightly. "I think Heero has just been handed the realization he doesn't know Relena quite as well as he thinks he does and I don't think he liked the surprise."
"Colonel Yuy!! Please..." She came puffing into the room behind him. "I told you the Minister isn't here."
Heero took in the room at a glance absently cataloging placement, position, seeking anything that would tell him what he needed to know. "Yes you did. Which security personnel did the Minister take with her?"
" Why none," she stammered. Heero's expression became even more glacial. He glared at the woman whose only mistake was having the misfortune of being here while Relena was beyond his reach. "I offered to call for security the woman said in a placating manner but the gentleman she was with told her it wasn't necessary."
Heero nodded stiffly, pinning her with his gaze. "Name," he demanded.
"Wha he didn't give one," she stammered. "Are you in the habit of letting people in unannounced?"
"No! No sir, she stuttered the Minister was expecting him." Heero's eyes narrowed. "What did this man look like?"
She twisted her fingers nervously; "well he was tall, um brownish hair, with very green eyes. I mean everything is all right isn't it? Commander Peacecraft didn't seem concerned." Heero stiffened eyes burning cold fire nodding stiffly he brushed passed her to find the man that would give him answers.
* * * *
Zechs entered his office and immediately stiffened but continued on to his desk. He took his seat before his eyes unerringly locked onto to Heero's glaring at him from against the wall. They stared at each other silently, measuring probing for a clue into each other's thoughts. Zechs leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers together taking in the young man's body language with some amusement. "Your angry? Why?"
"Since when do we let the Vice Foreign Minister wander around without security?"
"Ahh you missed her then she's as safe as she can be." He stared at Heero watching the frustration flicker across his face before resuming his usual mask. They stared at each other as the silence grew Zechs's mouth quirked at the corners. "Are you going to get to the point of this visit or am I to sit here playing guessing games with you?" When Heero continued to stare he shook his head. "Heero you are the most stubborn bastard I've ever met besides myself. If you want to know where she is ask."
"What makes you think I don't already know?" Heero changed the subject suddenly. "Why is she out of the hospital? Her Doctor didn't discharge her I checked. You asked me to be her guard I can't do that when I don't know her itinerary or if she isn't even here."
Zechs hand lifted to hide his smile. He countered, "you said you wanted to return to your regular duties after Phagan was dealt with he's been dealt with."
"I would think the safety and well being of your sister would be of concern. What happens if she has complications from her injuries? How do we know one will be enough protection for her, factoring into the equation her reckless tendencies I would think one person unadvisable." Heero fired off his objections in rapid succession.
He leaned back in his chair studying Heero. "I know probably as much as you do, but since your own life has been in his hands a time or two I don't imagine he'll let us down."
" Hn?"
"Ask Heero." Zechs leaned forward abruptly. "My god man you love her coming back here trailing around behind her always in the shadows of her life it was enough for awhile. You knew where she was, who she was with, could predict what she would do right down to the smallest detail. But now she's not willing to let us wrap her in wool anymore." He gazed at Heero speculatively, "your scared. Why?"
Heero stared at him with shuttered eyes. "I would feel much more secure about her vacation plans if I knew there was a competent doctor accompanying her and had an opportunity to survey these security preparations myself he shrugged that's all."
"Very well, Heero. She's in Arabia with Barton and Winner." Heero straightened abruptly and moved to the door. "Just one moment." He stopped but didn't turn.
"I'm going to offer you some advice should you choose to listen it is your prerogative. Don't go out there unless you really know what you want from my sister. She's resigned herself to the idea you will never see her as anything but a complication in your life she's setting you free. If you have no intentions of changing that it would be kinder to leave her where she is. You and I are guilty of trying to make time stand still my friend." Heero turned slightly and Zechs could see by his profile he was listening in spite of himself.
"I tried to make up for all the times I wasn't there.. You he paused choosing his words with care you chose to throw all your energy into protecting her because its easier to do than deal with how you *feel* about her."
Heero turned his head staring at him his eyes dull with pain. "Nothing has changed, her being with me is dangerous."
Zechs stared at him compassionately; "it depends on how you measure your time together. The butterfly's time is so short but for those moments it's with us we marvel at its beauty. We feel blessed in the confirmation that no matter how ugly the world can get there are still fragile things that continue to thrive in adversity."
"chippoke chouchou," he murmured...
Zechs nodded. "An apt description don't you think? She appears too fragile for words but survived the wars with idealism and optimism intact a child forced be a woman before her time. That in itself isn't so special hell we all were forced into adulthood before our times she's no different there than anyone else. It could have made her cynical, hard even it did us yet she thrived, gave us hope and carried the world along with her. Perhaps she was stronger than us all in the end."
Heero stared at him intensely, before the corner of his mouth kicked up slightly. "She always was.."
After Heero left Zechs swung around staring out the window. "Choose wisely Heero for both of your sakes please."
* * * *
"Master Quatre? You have a message on an encoded channel."
"Thank you I'll take it." Quatre exchanged knowing looks with Trowa. "Well it didn't take him very long."
Trowa lifted his brow. "I told you there isn't much about Relena that escapes his notice. It was just a matter of will he finally give in and admit his need for her."
Quatre leaned back in his chair taking a sip of his tea quietly considering the problem. "The question is does Relena want us to even tell him? She seems to have reigned herself to the situation."
Trowa came over and started gently massaging his shoulders. "You can't solve this for them it's something they have to work out themselves. And it's past time Heero did it."
Quatre tilted his head laying his cheek on the top of Trowa's hand. "Your right we'll supply the place and time and let Allah take care of the rest."
Quatre straightened and initiated the link. Heero's impassive face came into view. Heero nodded, "Quatre."
"Hello, Heero what a nice surprise.." Heero's brow lifted skeptically.
"Where is she Quatre?"
Quatre blinked. "Who?" You mean Relena?" Heero stared at him silently waiting for him tell him what he already knew. Trowa leaned over Quatre's shoulder breaking the staring contest.
"Heero," he acknowledged. "Relena's sleeping right now we had a doctor on board the transport just in case but she's fine considering the circumstances."
"I want to confirm that for myself." Trowa nodded, "of course."
Quatre smiled. "Yes, Heero you know your always welcome I'll send you the coordinates."
Heero shook his head. " I already have them. Heero out."
Quatre sighed as the screen went blank. "Of course he does. Well now all we have to do is tell her."
Trowa shook his head. "she will find out soon enough."
"Trowa," he said his tone unsure. Trowa caressed his cheek.
"Let them settle it Heero won't thank you for interfering." Trowa took his hand pulling him from the chair. "Now isn't there something more interesting we could be doing instead of worrying about Heero's love life?"
Author Note:
chippoke chouchou (little butterfly) I'm afraid I know not a scrap of Japanese so I had to ask someone the words if by some fluke this is wrong forgive me send the correct translation and I will correct it.