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I just want to say thank you all for giving me time to write this I was stuck on the ending for the longest time and finally I was able to get it finished. I would like to thank my friend MarshAngel on a review and for editing this story for me without her this would be a an example of a person trying her best to be s a writer with no such luck.

Can I be replaced?

Chapter 1

By BrokenWing81

Rated R and NC-17

Places far beyond dreams are where most nightmares tend to dwell, never to acknowledge the trials of a soldiers heart felt sorrow of a moment of denial hell. Death does not care if it violates a persons right to live, to breath, a right to grow old with a love, and seeing your own child's future dancing in merriment in an oceans waves with no true fear of the unknown. A soldier's place is in a war and nowhere else, soldiers are no longer considered human after the atrocities they have committed in the past. But why should they?

Why should one live while another dies? I know that I must judge myself harshly because no one else can comprehend what I have done. No one can hand me what I deserve as punishment, but I should be punished, punished for all the things I've done; yet it was all done under the banner of war.

Everyday I sit, watch, and wonder at the enormity of it all, and yet I never have to because it has been some time since the end of the war and we have achieved what is now peace. But the aftermath of it all still resides in each individual. Many have the ability with them to become those hated monsters once again. I promised myself that no more blood would plague the city streets that children play on, or machines of mass destruction strewn around playgrounds. But those are my vows not the vows of the world united; just a lonely soldier who has been to the frontline and come back barley alive to tell his tale. Dreams, dreams are what keep a person going but I'm no ordinary person like those who think that they know me. But I was once human and that means I have the ability to dream things; yet when I dream i know that I could never be able to obtain what I have longed to have in my dreams. There is only one thing that I want but I don't know how to get it.

Consequences of a wish filled dream; gray storm clouds lined with silver bringing about an era of peace. My ladylove lies in a serene field of tall grass and wildflowers. Eyes closed hiding their blue depths, soft rose colored lips partially parted to taste the warm breezes of summer. Hair the color of uncharted desert sand laid out and about her prone body, a crown of daises adorns her head, the true image of a goddess of unknown origin to be trapped frozen for all time near me. The setting sun bathing her in a golden aura; if one happens to blinks to quickly one would have sworn that she had sprouted wing of an angel or that of a dove, showing her true form of innocence, of her great immortality of love and compassion. She will never truly hate, words cannot hurt her, she is immune of others ignorance and hatred of pacifism.

Like I said before consequences of a wish filled dream is that I can never obtain her, she calls my name out in her deepest dream, her desire to have me by her side. She can never have me, with all my might I wish to have her but I cannot taint her, I wont taint her. I'm a soldier, a cold-blooded heartless soldier; I have killed in the past to create a harmonious and peaceful existence that we have now. I can't even enjoy what I have helped to accomplish by not having her by my side. To feel her skin, taste her sweet kisses, to be one with her always.

I watch her through her everyday struggle to survive the down hill spiral that's her new life. A girl yet a women, an annoyance once in my life but now a goddess of my sweet nights, watching her dream, laugh, cry, and be frightened of the world around her from my place among the shadows.

Everyday my heart hurts, I didn't know at first but as Duo says 'you love the girl' I learned then that the perfect soldier had a weakness. If I destroyed her it would be too much to bear so I must protect her with or without her permission, even if she doesn't know herself, either way would help me keep her safe from my enemies. But I am my own worst enemy for leaving her, never understanding why I feel for her. I just left without a second glance back at what I left behind, now that I know I won't leave do it again. I care for her so much but it's so hard to tell the guys what I'm feeling let alone what I feel for her. So that is why I'm here always with her watching her in her everyday life and now tonight in a spur of the moment, I bought her roses of three different colors to express what she is to me. I'm petrified I've never done this before.

Tonight no more masks, no more illusions of life; what may come is the tip of the ice berg. Everyone needs a sanctuary from an unwanted fate, postponing the acknowledgment that I do care; the only way to love something is to realize it might be lost. Twice I've fought for her, twice I've saved her, and twice I knew I needed her with me. I need to do this, to know what I am becoming, love is strange to me, I'm learning as I go. I can't just walk away from her she is my new life.

Storm winds are urging me on with urgency as if there is something of great importance that I must see or do, either way I'm getting to my future. Letting the rushing of blood flow through my veins and eventually into my beating heart. Balcony doors are unlocked letting the shadows come to a great climatic ending, all of the light of goodness becoming salvation to many, a beacon of hope, and my hope.

Why can't she listen to her security detail, she can easily be hurt or even yet killed, if she keeps leaving them unlocked; anyone can just come in. Unless she leaves them for me although she doesn't have to because she knows that i can get in easy enough without her worrying. She is so stubborn in her ways, yet Yuy you love her for them. What a paradox! White-laced curtains are blocking my view of something or rather someone lying on top of the bed, probably chilled by the cold night air; maybe I could warm them up with a sweet kiss of sunshine.

There is a smell in here that I can remember distinctly as something I've smelled during the war but it can't be; she probably just cut her self on a pair of shears or something. My chest feels like it's tightening, it's getting harder to breath, something's not right. I don't know why but I feel danger. Danger is around here, around her, I need to get her out… of…here. My God what, what happen? My breath becomes out as a soft hissing … I never imagined that something like this could happen.

"Relena…what did you do"?

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