Hey all. Here's the next part to "Relena's Secret". Hope you enjoy it! There's only one more part after this, then I'm starting a new fic called "Koshchei". Be sure to read it!
Title: "Relena's Secret: Chapter 2"
Author: Anika
Disclaimers: IF I owned them, would I have to write fanfiction? That's what I thought...
Warnings: Mild swearing, Dark themes, tissue alert, (especially this part)
"Relena's Secret: Chapter 2"
Heero calmy walked into the crowded church, searching for a familiar face. He heard many different snippets of conversations.
"How did she die?"
"I heard suicide..."
"I heard it was an accident..."
"Well, / I / heard that her darling husband drove her to it."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I heard that he beat her, and she ran away from him, and fell over the cliff into the ocean..."
As Heero listened intently to the stream of conversation, an usher appeared at his elbow.
"Mr. Heero Yuy?"
"..."
"Your seat has been reseved. This way."
He was led away from the gossiping trio of old women and to his seat, where he was now fuming. To his left sat Dorothy, who was also fuming at the sight of Quatre, with his brown eyed, black haired fiance of four months, Montana. By them, sat Duo and Hilde. Trowa and Catherine sat together in sibling sympathy. And Wufei and a very pregnant Sally completed out the row, along with their two children. Heero scowled. Everybody had somebody...everybody but him. From across the sanctuary, Heero spotted Caleeb, staring stonily ahead, unaware of the intense glare that was directed in his direction. By him, Millardo had stood from his seat and faced the mourning crowd.
The soft music that was playing in the background faded out, and Millardo began to speak.
"First off, I would like to say thank you for all the support that everyone has given us. I'm sure that Relena would have been proud of each and every one of you. Relena was my little sister," he stated blunty, beggining the the euglogy, "But I only knew her for a couple years. She seemed so strong and independant when I first met her, then I got to know the real her over time. She was...innocent." Millardo's voice began to tremble slightly, but he would be damned if he would cry. Hurridly, he sat back down. It had been decided beforehand that each of the Gundam pilots would each say something. Duo when first, and he strood up to the microphone.
"I still remember the first time I met 'jousan," he joked quietly, "I almost shot her." There was a small laugh at that from the gathering and Duo continued quickly.
"It was her sense of duty that I always admired. And her stuborness. She was one of the most stuborn people I had ever met. Save for one..." He trailed off and made eye contact with Heero, his voice wavering.
"Relena Peacecraft was incredibly strong-willed and she firmly held to her beleifs. I only hope that we can follow her example and live to the light instead of the dark."
After crossing himself, he read from the bible. "And the meek shall inherit the Earth." The great shinigami vacated the microphone and sat quickly, passing Wufei on his way up. The Chinese pilot gave everyone an even look before he started.
"Relena Peacecraft. She is the one who's life we've come to honor and death we've come to morn. But we should not morn, because her death brings more than most people's lives ever have. We should all be strong, like she was, and continue on."
The crowd was silent as he took his seat. Quatre was next, and he approached the front of the curch with watery eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
"Miss Relena was a very close friend. She laughed and talked with me, and I will miss that. The way she smiled and the way she cried will forever be imprinted on my mind as well as yours, I'm sure. She will be greatly missed, but Allah permitting, we will all meet again someday." Tears were streaming down his face as he finished his speech. He shared a meanful glance with Trowa, who was walking up towards the microphone. Quatre quickly left and Trowa began to speak in his soft, gentle voice.
"I never really knew Relena," he stated, "But she was close to those I am. Watching them morn has taught me something that I never felt before. We all must live for the present. Relena did that, and her life will be remebered for that. She was a great woman. She gave to the world her very soul in life, and I'm sure she does the same in death."
As Trowa finished, Heero took a deep breath and rose from his seat. He was next. He had everything planned out, what he was going to say. He had a rumpled peice of paper in his pocked that his hand was nervously clentching and unclentching. He approached the microphone and cleared his throut anxiously.
"When I first met Relena," he started, "She was on the beach. I had been injured and she was trying to help me. All through the time she knew me, she was trying to take care of me, and anyone else who happened to be along for the wild ride we all know as the 'OZ wars'. Then, after all the war, all the suffering, we were finally able to lead a normall life. And that is the only thing she wanted, a normal life. And so we all must continue to lead our 'normal lives' in her honor." Heero glanced over towards the coffin, where she lay, seemilgly in a peaceful sleep. He neared her, and stopped in front of the casket. Putting his hand out, he touched her cheek, then retracted it quickly. The touch of death had seemingly pulled its black veil over her soul.
He tore his eyes away from her lifeless body and scanned the crowd for a particular person. His prussian blue eyes locked with Claeeb's dark brown ones, and a moment of hatred passed between them. Heero calmly walked off the stage and over towards Relean's widowed husband, whispered something to him, then left the confines of the church. As soon as Heero had left the church, he lit up a cigarette and slowly took a draw of it. He had quit there for a while...he had started when Relena' first got married to relieve stress. Now he figured if it would bring him to her sooner, then all the better. He closed his eyes as he felt the familiar soothing of nicotine and menthol tickle his senses. Suddenly, the door to the church swun open, and Caleeb stood before him, his reddish hair blowing gently in the breeze.
"How dare you threaten me?" the taller man hissed, leaning over Heero, trying to intimidate him. He only flicked his cigarette butt towards him and calmlmy countered,
"I heard that Relena died because you hit her. Is it true?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but the bitch only got what was coming to her. I can't beleive I married her," he mused. "'Ya know, she still called your name out in her sleep. Pathetic, isn't it?"
Heero's eyes wwere blazing with anger. He took a step closer to Caleeb and sneered.
"I know you had something to do with Relena's death. And I intend to find out what."
With that, Heero spun on his heel and left, leaving a stunned and furious Caleeb in his wake.
Title: "Relena's Secret: Chapter 2"
Author: Anika
Disclaimers: IF I owned them, would I have to write fanfiction? That's what I thought...
Warnings: Mild swearing, Dark themes, tissue alert, (especially this part)
"Relena's Secret: Chapter 2"
Heero calmy walked into the crowded church, searching for a familiar face. He heard many different snippets of conversations.
"How did she die?"
"I heard suicide..."
"I heard it was an accident..."
"Well, / I / heard that her darling husband drove her to it."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I heard that he beat her, and she ran away from him, and fell over the cliff into the ocean..."
As Heero listened intently to the stream of conversation, an usher appeared at his elbow.
"Mr. Heero Yuy?"
"..."
"Your seat has been reseved. This way."
He was led away from the gossiping trio of old women and to his seat, where he was now fuming. To his left sat Dorothy, who was also fuming at the sight of Quatre, with his brown eyed, black haired fiance of four months, Montana. By them, sat Duo and Hilde. Trowa and Catherine sat together in sibling sympathy. And Wufei and a very pregnant Sally completed out the row, along with their two children. Heero scowled. Everybody had somebody...everybody but him. From across the sanctuary, Heero spotted Caleeb, staring stonily ahead, unaware of the intense glare that was directed in his direction. By him, Millardo had stood from his seat and faced the mourning crowd.
The soft music that was playing in the background faded out, and Millardo began to speak.
"First off, I would like to say thank you for all the support that everyone has given us. I'm sure that Relena would have been proud of each and every one of you. Relena was my little sister," he stated blunty, beggining the the euglogy, "But I only knew her for a couple years. She seemed so strong and independant when I first met her, then I got to know the real her over time. She was...innocent." Millardo's voice began to tremble slightly, but he would be damned if he would cry. Hurridly, he sat back down. It had been decided beforehand that each of the Gundam pilots would each say something. Duo when first, and he strood up to the microphone.
"I still remember the first time I met 'jousan," he joked quietly, "I almost shot her." There was a small laugh at that from the gathering and Duo continued quickly.
"It was her sense of duty that I always admired. And her stuborness. She was one of the most stuborn people I had ever met. Save for one..." He trailed off and made eye contact with Heero, his voice wavering.
"Relena Peacecraft was incredibly strong-willed and she firmly held to her beleifs. I only hope that we can follow her example and live to the light instead of the dark."
After crossing himself, he read from the bible. "And the meek shall inherit the Earth." The great shinigami vacated the microphone and sat quickly, passing Wufei on his way up. The Chinese pilot gave everyone an even look before he started.
"Relena Peacecraft. She is the one who's life we've come to honor and death we've come to morn. But we should not morn, because her death brings more than most people's lives ever have. We should all be strong, like she was, and continue on."
The crowd was silent as he took his seat. Quatre was next, and he approached the front of the curch with watery eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
"Miss Relena was a very close friend. She laughed and talked with me, and I will miss that. The way she smiled and the way she cried will forever be imprinted on my mind as well as yours, I'm sure. She will be greatly missed, but Allah permitting, we will all meet again someday." Tears were streaming down his face as he finished his speech. He shared a meanful glance with Trowa, who was walking up towards the microphone. Quatre quickly left and Trowa began to speak in his soft, gentle voice.
"I never really knew Relena," he stated, "But she was close to those I am. Watching them morn has taught me something that I never felt before. We all must live for the present. Relena did that, and her life will be remebered for that. She was a great woman. She gave to the world her very soul in life, and I'm sure she does the same in death."
As Trowa finished, Heero took a deep breath and rose from his seat. He was next. He had everything planned out, what he was going to say. He had a rumpled peice of paper in his pocked that his hand was nervously clentching and unclentching. He approached the microphone and cleared his throut anxiously.
"When I first met Relena," he started, "She was on the beach. I had been injured and she was trying to help me. All through the time she knew me, she was trying to take care of me, and anyone else who happened to be along for the wild ride we all know as the 'OZ wars'. Then, after all the war, all the suffering, we were finally able to lead a normall life. And that is the only thing she wanted, a normal life. And so we all must continue to lead our 'normal lives' in her honor." Heero glanced over towards the coffin, where she lay, seemilgly in a peaceful sleep. He neared her, and stopped in front of the casket. Putting his hand out, he touched her cheek, then retracted it quickly. The touch of death had seemingly pulled its black veil over her soul.
He tore his eyes away from her lifeless body and scanned the crowd for a particular person. His prussian blue eyes locked with Claeeb's dark brown ones, and a moment of hatred passed between them. Heero calmly walked off the stage and over towards Relean's widowed husband, whispered something to him, then left the confines of the church. As soon as Heero had left the church, he lit up a cigarette and slowly took a draw of it. He had quit there for a while...he had started when Relena' first got married to relieve stress. Now he figured if it would bring him to her sooner, then all the better. He closed his eyes as he felt the familiar soothing of nicotine and menthol tickle his senses. Suddenly, the door to the church swun open, and Caleeb stood before him, his reddish hair blowing gently in the breeze.
"How dare you threaten me?" the taller man hissed, leaning over Heero, trying to intimidate him. He only flicked his cigarette butt towards him and calmlmy countered,
"I heard that Relena died because you hit her. Is it true?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but the bitch only got what was coming to her. I can't beleive I married her," he mused. "'Ya know, she still called your name out in her sleep. Pathetic, isn't it?"
Heero's eyes wwere blazing with anger. He took a step closer to Caleeb and sneered.
"I know you had something to do with Relena's death. And I intend to find out what."
With that, Heero spun on his heel and left, leaving a stunned and furious Caleeb in his wake.