007, Secret Agent, Heero Yuy — Till Death Do Us Part, Part Two
Disclaimer: don't own 'em unfortunately.
AN: Okay, okay, I know you're all bitching at me because I made Millardo the
bad guy, and same with sweet, innocent Quatre. But don't worry, they have two
other partners in crime, oh yes, they do. They will be introduced further on…I
hope you like them all, and all the roles I gave them. Okay, more to the story!
Relena drew in a breath as she saw the sunlight glitter off the dark, smooth angle
of the tip.
Heero looked over the woman and realized she was Relena Peacecraft. But his
eyes widened as he saw what she was wearing. Practically nothing, except the
small, tight white towel wrapped around her body, intensifying her body form.
He averted his eyes to her face, but that didn't help. Being a few feet away, more
really an arm's length, he could see the fear and confusion written all over her.
"W-Who are you?" Relena managed to gasp out. "What happened to my guards?"
"The name? Yuy, Heero Yuy," Heero replied, looking back at the door, a smirk
on his face. "Your guards are temporally out of business."
"What did you do to them? Why do you want to talk to me?" Relena demanded,
shaking slightly. She grasped her towel a little tighter, and Heero noticed this.
"I'm not here to kill you," he said softly, soothing her nerves. "I've come to take
you with me to England."
"Why?" Relena asked, watching him walk around her room, check the phone for
bugs, and hidden cameras. Finding none, he stood in front of her, and smiled
slightly.
"Excuse me for this," he said, then picked her up, flinging her over his shoulder.
"HEY!" Relena cried, caught off guard. "You could at least let me get some
clothes on!"
"Sorry, this is all rather sudden, my dear," Heero answered smoothly, kicking
open her balcony windows, and looking over the edge. He saw his car parked
their, and then grasped Relena tighter.
"What…why are we on my balcony? Heero?" Relena asked, looking around
backwards. "Please don't—NO! WE ARE NOT"—she was cut off when he
jumped off the balcony and landed in the car.
Relena screamed, of course.
*
Quatre heard the scream. He jumped up out of his chair, and fled out the security
room. The guards who went after the intruder hadn't come back. Sandy and
Hermione ran after him, skidding to a halt in front of Relena's room.
"Oh, shit…" Quatre breathed. There, Sally, Dorothy and Hilde were tied up,
gagged.
"He's good," Hermione concluded, undoing Sally's ropes.
"Damn right!" She said, once they were off.
"What happened?" Sandy asked, looking around aghast.
"He snuck up on us, kicked our guns away, took them and said, 'sorry, dolls, I
have a mission', and then knocked us out!" Dorothy spat bitterly.
"Ouch," Quatre answered.
Hilde snorted and said, "Millardo's not going to like this…"
*
"Hello? Maxwell speaking," Duo said, picking up his ball-point pen, and twirled
it around his fingers.
"D? Yuy here, " a crackled voice said.
"007, where are you? You were suppose to contact us when you got to Italy!"
Duo snapped, dropping the pen. Trowa and WuFei ran into the room, picking up
and extension each.
"I'm along the God-damned highway, Duo!" Heero yelled. "I'm being chased by
some guards of Relena's to bring her back! The chicken is in the coop, idiot!"
"Chicken?" Duo asked, confused, then cried out, "oh! OH YEAH! Okay, 008,
009, you heard him. Go and help him."
He turned back to the phone and said, "hide out in France, okay? They'll meet
you there, 007."
"Thanks, Duo…wish us luck," Heero replied and the transmission was over.
Trowa and WuFei were out of the room as fast they could. They were off to
France.
*
Heero woke up the next morning, feeling something warm on his stomach.
Opening his eyes, he saw Relena had he arm draped over him. The last night and
day came rushing back at him…
::Flashback::
Heero ended the phone message quickly and watched out for the two helicopters
that were following the car. He spied a turn-off and peeled around a sharp corner,
Relena screaming again.
"Shut up, they'll hear you!" He hissed, covering her mouth with his hand. He then
drove the car into the bushes and they sat still as they passed overhead.
Once they were gone, they sat still for another hour.
Finally, Heero turned on the engine again and said simply, "come on, let's go. We
need to get to Paris."
They then drove away with no other interruptions.
They got to Paris later that night, and Heero checked into the hotel room. Leading
Relena up their in his extra dress shirt and pants, he offered her some money to
buy something else.
"You can't wear my stuff forever," he stated.
"Fine…come on," she argued, and they shopped for an hour, then had dinner in a
fancy restaurant.
They came back later that night and noticed there was only one bed.
Heero heard Relena sigh, and he answered while unbuttoning his shirt, "don't
worry, I'm not going to try anything during the night, Ms. Peacecraft."
She then nodded and changed into her PJ's she bought.
They then climbed into the bed, staying as far away as possible, each for their
own reasons.
'He's so rude! Kidnapping me from my own home, and in my towel no less!
Grr…when Millardo finds out, he's dead,' Relena thought, cringing.
'I can't believe her! What a spoiled little brat! Why do I have to bring her back to
England?' Heero wondered, grimacing.
They both turned over, staring up at the ceiling.
'But he was nice enough to buy me new clothes.'
'But she was nice enough to thank me for the clothes and dinner…'
They fell asleep, both pondering over the hate/like relationship that was going on
that day…
::end flashback::
Heero pulled on his pants and buttoned up his shirt, glancing back at a still
sleeping Relena.
She opened her eyes a crack and groaned.
"The sun…too bright," she moaned, covering her eyes with a lazy hand.
"Come on, we need to go now," Heero said, pulling her up, then dropping her, his
eyes wide.
"Perv!" She hissed, wrapping the bedsheets tighter around her.
"I didn't know you don't wear a top to sleep!" Heero protested, glaring at her.
"You could tell me beforehand!"
"Excuse me, but you're my kidnapper, I shouldn't have to tell you anything, Mr.
Yuy!" Relena snapped.
"You're such a spoiled brat! I should kill you but England wants to talk to you!"
Heero shouted.
"You're a rude pervert!"
"You're a primp!"
"You can't drive!"
"You have too many guards!"
"They are my friends!"
"They are your protection from people like me!"
"Yes, people who want to kidnap me!"
"Use you for information!"
"Kidnap!"
"Information!"
"Kidnap!"
"Information!"
They were in a glaring match when Relena sighed.
"Fine…whatever…at least you're cute when you yell," she answered, then
pointed at something hanging on a chair behind him.
"Can you pass me my top, please?"
Grunting, Heero tossed it to her and turned around.
"I'm done, let's go," her voice answered and they walked out of the room.
Climbing into Heero's BMW, they reached the Eiffel Tower in no time, despite
the traffic.
They went in and headed for the elevator, Heero flashing an ID card at the booth,
granting them in.
Once in the elevator, Relena gasped at the view.
"So beautiful," she breathed in awe.
"Yeah," Heero said, a trace of sadness in his voice. Relena looked over at him,
and saw a flash of gold in the early morning light.
"Are you married?" she asked innocently, pointing to the band.
"I was," Heero said bluntly. "She was murdered by your brother."
'Ouch,' Relena thought, a pain in her heart. 'That hit the spot.'
"I'm sorry," she swallowed, and said nothing more.
'So, she's knows when to shut up,' Heero noted, and they stepped out of the
elevator, reaching the diner at the top.
"Yuy, over here," someone called from a booth, waving him over. Gripping
Relena's arm, h weaved through the crowd, about to reach the table when he felt a
gun tip at his back.
"Not a move, or I'll shoot here, even in this place, Heero Yuy."
Disclaimer: don't own 'em unfortunately.
AN: Okay, okay, I know you're all bitching at me because I made Millardo the
bad guy, and same with sweet, innocent Quatre. But don't worry, they have two
other partners in crime, oh yes, they do. They will be introduced further on…I
hope you like them all, and all the roles I gave them. Okay, more to the story!
Relena drew in a breath as she saw the sunlight glitter off the dark, smooth angle
of the tip.
Heero looked over the woman and realized she was Relena Peacecraft. But his
eyes widened as he saw what she was wearing. Practically nothing, except the
small, tight white towel wrapped around her body, intensifying her body form.
He averted his eyes to her face, but that didn't help. Being a few feet away, more
really an arm's length, he could see the fear and confusion written all over her.
"W-Who are you?" Relena managed to gasp out. "What happened to my guards?"
"The name? Yuy, Heero Yuy," Heero replied, looking back at the door, a smirk
on his face. "Your guards are temporally out of business."
"What did you do to them? Why do you want to talk to me?" Relena demanded,
shaking slightly. She grasped her towel a little tighter, and Heero noticed this.
"I'm not here to kill you," he said softly, soothing her nerves. "I've come to take
you with me to England."
"Why?" Relena asked, watching him walk around her room, check the phone for
bugs, and hidden cameras. Finding none, he stood in front of her, and smiled
slightly.
"Excuse me for this," he said, then picked her up, flinging her over his shoulder.
"HEY!" Relena cried, caught off guard. "You could at least let me get some
clothes on!"
"Sorry, this is all rather sudden, my dear," Heero answered smoothly, kicking
open her balcony windows, and looking over the edge. He saw his car parked
their, and then grasped Relena tighter.
"What…why are we on my balcony? Heero?" Relena asked, looking around
backwards. "Please don't—NO! WE ARE NOT"—she was cut off when he
jumped off the balcony and landed in the car.
Relena screamed, of course.
*
Quatre heard the scream. He jumped up out of his chair, and fled out the security
room. The guards who went after the intruder hadn't come back. Sandy and
Hermione ran after him, skidding to a halt in front of Relena's room.
"Oh, shit…" Quatre breathed. There, Sally, Dorothy and Hilde were tied up,
gagged.
"He's good," Hermione concluded, undoing Sally's ropes.
"Damn right!" She said, once they were off.
"What happened?" Sandy asked, looking around aghast.
"He snuck up on us, kicked our guns away, took them and said, 'sorry, dolls, I
have a mission', and then knocked us out!" Dorothy spat bitterly.
"Ouch," Quatre answered.
Hilde snorted and said, "Millardo's not going to like this…"
*
"Hello? Maxwell speaking," Duo said, picking up his ball-point pen, and twirled
it around his fingers.
"D? Yuy here, " a crackled voice said.
"007, where are you? You were suppose to contact us when you got to Italy!"
Duo snapped, dropping the pen. Trowa and WuFei ran into the room, picking up
and extension each.
"I'm along the God-damned highway, Duo!" Heero yelled. "I'm being chased by
some guards of Relena's to bring her back! The chicken is in the coop, idiot!"
"Chicken?" Duo asked, confused, then cried out, "oh! OH YEAH! Okay, 008,
009, you heard him. Go and help him."
He turned back to the phone and said, "hide out in France, okay? They'll meet
you there, 007."
"Thanks, Duo…wish us luck," Heero replied and the transmission was over.
Trowa and WuFei were out of the room as fast they could. They were off to
France.
*
Heero woke up the next morning, feeling something warm on his stomach.
Opening his eyes, he saw Relena had he arm draped over him. The last night and
day came rushing back at him…
::Flashback::
Heero ended the phone message quickly and watched out for the two helicopters
that were following the car. He spied a turn-off and peeled around a sharp corner,
Relena screaming again.
"Shut up, they'll hear you!" He hissed, covering her mouth with his hand. He then
drove the car into the bushes and they sat still as they passed overhead.
Once they were gone, they sat still for another hour.
Finally, Heero turned on the engine again and said simply, "come on, let's go. We
need to get to Paris."
They then drove away with no other interruptions.
They got to Paris later that night, and Heero checked into the hotel room. Leading
Relena up their in his extra dress shirt and pants, he offered her some money to
buy something else.
"You can't wear my stuff forever," he stated.
"Fine…come on," she argued, and they shopped for an hour, then had dinner in a
fancy restaurant.
They came back later that night and noticed there was only one bed.
Heero heard Relena sigh, and he answered while unbuttoning his shirt, "don't
worry, I'm not going to try anything during the night, Ms. Peacecraft."
She then nodded and changed into her PJ's she bought.
They then climbed into the bed, staying as far away as possible, each for their
own reasons.
'He's so rude! Kidnapping me from my own home, and in my towel no less!
Grr…when Millardo finds out, he's dead,' Relena thought, cringing.
'I can't believe her! What a spoiled little brat! Why do I have to bring her back to
England?' Heero wondered, grimacing.
They both turned over, staring up at the ceiling.
'But he was nice enough to buy me new clothes.'
'But she was nice enough to thank me for the clothes and dinner…'
They fell asleep, both pondering over the hate/like relationship that was going on
that day…
::end flashback::
Heero pulled on his pants and buttoned up his shirt, glancing back at a still
sleeping Relena.
She opened her eyes a crack and groaned.
"The sun…too bright," she moaned, covering her eyes with a lazy hand.
"Come on, we need to go now," Heero said, pulling her up, then dropping her, his
eyes wide.
"Perv!" She hissed, wrapping the bedsheets tighter around her.
"I didn't know you don't wear a top to sleep!" Heero protested, glaring at her.
"You could tell me beforehand!"
"Excuse me, but you're my kidnapper, I shouldn't have to tell you anything, Mr.
Yuy!" Relena snapped.
"You're such a spoiled brat! I should kill you but England wants to talk to you!"
Heero shouted.
"You're a rude pervert!"
"You're a primp!"
"You can't drive!"
"You have too many guards!"
"They are my friends!"
"They are your protection from people like me!"
"Yes, people who want to kidnap me!"
"Use you for information!"
"Kidnap!"
"Information!"
"Kidnap!"
"Information!"
They were in a glaring match when Relena sighed.
"Fine…whatever…at least you're cute when you yell," she answered, then
pointed at something hanging on a chair behind him.
"Can you pass me my top, please?"
Grunting, Heero tossed it to her and turned around.
"I'm done, let's go," her voice answered and they walked out of the room.
Climbing into Heero's BMW, they reached the Eiffel Tower in no time, despite
the traffic.
They went in and headed for the elevator, Heero flashing an ID card at the booth,
granting them in.
Once in the elevator, Relena gasped at the view.
"So beautiful," she breathed in awe.
"Yeah," Heero said, a trace of sadness in his voice. Relena looked over at him,
and saw a flash of gold in the early morning light.
"Are you married?" she asked innocently, pointing to the band.
"I was," Heero said bluntly. "She was murdered by your brother."
'Ouch,' Relena thought, a pain in her heart. 'That hit the spot.'
"I'm sorry," she swallowed, and said nothing more.
'So, she's knows when to shut up,' Heero noted, and they stepped out of the
elevator, reaching the diner at the top.
"Yuy, over here," someone called from a booth, waving him over. Gripping
Relena's arm, h weaved through the crowd, about to reach the table when he felt a
gun tip at his back.
"Not a move, or I'll shoot here, even in this place, Heero Yuy."