Edges of the Mind by jmi
Chapter 6
**Disclaimer** Gundam Wing characters are owned by Sotsu/Sunrise.
Relena's mind was spinning. This was what she had dreamed of for so long. Dancing with him, his arms holding her tight, the feel of his breath on her neck. No! This wasn't who she wanted. The man she'd loved was a cold, hard soldier; not this grinning, humming maniac that had killed her brother, her sister-in-law, her friends. She didn't know if she should cry or laugh at the situation. To finally get what she wanted from him, he had to loose everything that made her love him.
You don't look happy Relena."
She noticed that he had stopped moving her around the floor, and was staring at her with those unnervingly emotional eyes.
"I.... I... don't feel... right about this," her voice refused to be calm.
"What? Isn't this what you want? Oooh maybe you had something a little more physical in mind," the grin on his face took on a dark tone.
"H.. Hee.. Heero... I didn't think you...."
"Loved you? Oh now what would give you that idea," he twirled her away from him then seized her again from behind.
"Perhaps the fact that you've killed her remaining family and friends," a hard voice called from the door.
"Trowa," Heero growled over Relena's shoulder.
"Trowaaaa," Relena whimpered as Heero's grip around her tightened.
"I don't think you really want to use that gun Trowa. I mean after all," Heero pulled up the gun Relena previously held and pointed it into her side, "the human body does tend to convulse a lot when it's shot, and it would be a shame if I accidentally shot our sweet, sweet Relena."
Trowa's visible green eye glared harshly. Relena thought for a moment he may fire anyway. 'Please Trowa, kill us both and end this,' she wished quietly. When no shot came, she opened her eyes to see Trowa discard his gun and kick it into the shadows.
"I've seen too many of my loved ones and friends die today. I'll not make a move to add Relena to that list."
"Awwww Trowa," Heero frowned, "I really wanted to fight with you. Hmmmm...," his maniacal grin returned as he gave Relena a rough shove toward the stage, and threw his own gun into the darkness. "Come on Trowa, show me what you can do."
Trowa spun at the crazed pilot and landed a round house to his face. Heero rocked back to the ground and wiped the blood from his mouth. He rolled to the side to avoid another kick, and countered by swiping Trowa's supporting leg from under him. Trowa's natural grace allowed him to right himself almost immediately; rolling back into a hand spring. When he landed he was tackled by Heero and the pair continued to struggle as they rolled into the shadows. Relena could barely make them out as they moved in and out of the darkness. She gasped as she saw them half emerge into the light. Trowa had gained the upper hand; pinning Heero and getting a firm grip on his throat. She cried at the thought that this nightmare might finally be over. Her eyes widened when something shot out from the darkness and pulled Trowa back by the throat. Heero wiggled free from under the taller boy's weight. He scooted back a few feet and propped his head on his knees and watched the struggle with amused interest. Relena screamed in horror as she saw Trowa's body still and finally fall limp. His torso finally came back into view and she could see what had strangled the life from the Heavyarms pilot was a thick braid of hair.
She could feel reality collapsing around her as a cold violet-eyed grin emerged from the blackness.
"Why what's wrong Lena? You look like you've seen a ghost."