Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of it's affiliates... Or do I?! ::Grins evilly:: I own it all! Bwahahahahah!!! It's all mine! Ahahaha!! ::sees the guys in white uniforms coming for her, holding straight jackets:: Ooo, such a pretty jacket. Is it for me? :)
Written by: AnkaraStark
Author's chit-chat: Hey all! It pains me to let you all know that this is the end of my fan fiction...
Duo: Oh thank God
Authoress: You weren't even in this fic that much, braid boy!
Heero: No, but I was.
Quatre:May I ask as to why I wasn't in this fiction?
Authoress: No.
Duo: No what?
Authoress: No, as in "no" Quatre cannot ask me that.
Quatre: ::looks hurt::
Duo: Oh.
Authoress: It's nothing personal, Quatre... I mean, you're one of the G-Wing pilots I like...
Trowa: ...
Heero: My thoughts exactly, Trowa...
Trowa: ...
Duo: ...
Quatre: ...
Authoress: ::Sighs:: time for the story... R&R!!!!
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Her chest rose and fell in deep gasps for air. She bent over, her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. Relena had been running for only the Lord knows how long, and she didn't know where she was. She was lost.
Relena pushed her bangs that were sticking to her sweaty forehead and looked around her, but couldn't see much in the poorly lit street. It started raining and she involuntarily shuddered as a chill swept through her cold, tired and now wet body as she tried to gain her bearings. Footsteps sounded behind her, and she turned to face the person. It was Heero
Or was it?
She didn't know who was Heero and who was not Heero.
Stumbling backwards, hoping to hide herself in the shadows, Relena accidentally bumped into the trash can behind her and knocked its lid off. She gasped as it crashed noisily to the ground.
Heero whirled around to face her, his eyes locked with hers in the darkness, and his lips mouthed her name. "Relena."
'What if that's not Heero Yuy? That could be his imposter!' She didn't wait for him to make the first move, but instead bolted in the other direction down the ally-way, adrenaline pumping through her veins. 'I've got to get to Duo and Hilde' Oh, Lord, let them be there and still be alive!' She raced around the corner and ran until she reached a wall and realized it was a dead end. 'This is just like my dream,' she thought. 'Am I dreaming again? Is Heero going to hear me crying out for him and come into my room to wake me?' She looked around her, trying to find a way out of the ally without having to go out the way she came in. 'Is he still following me?'
"Relena," a monotone voice called from behind her, answering her question.
The nineteen-year-old woman whirled around to face him. Her gaze came to rest on Heero… or was it his imposter? "Stay where you are!"
"Don't worry, Relena," he said, and he and took several steps toward her. "He's been taken care of."
She instinctively took several steps away from him. "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you're really Heero?"
"If I'm not who I say I am, I probably would have shot you by now."
Relena backed away again as he continued to advance toward her. "That doesn't prove anything."
Heero took another step toward her. "Relena-"
"Stay where you are!" She backed up several steps and stopped when her back connected with something cold and hard. A wall. 'Well, isn't this ironic,' something in the back of her mind told her. 'Your dream has become a reality and now you're probably going to die.' "How do I know it's you?" she asked, finding herself repeating the lines she said to him in her dream.
Heero didn't reply. Instead, he took another step forward. He brushed one of his rain-soaked chocolate-colored hair spikes out of his face and extended his other hand out to her. "You know it's me, because I came back to fulfill the promise I made."
Relena backed up as far as she could go, her back pressed against the drenched stonewall behind her. Warning bells went clanged loudly in her head as they both continued to say the lines that were spoken in her dream. Summoning up the courage, her stood up straighter and blinked as rain water ran down her face, into her eyes. She brushed her wet hair out of her face. "What promise might that be?"
Her question was only met by silence. He lifted his hand and it came to rest on her cheek, the back of his fingers gently caressed it.
She drew in a ragged breath and her mind reeled as the other nineteen year-old leaned down toward her, their faces only inches apart.
Before she knew what was happening, his mouth covered hers in a forceful kiss. His arms soon found their way around her small waist and pulled her closer, pressing her drenched body against his. She tried pulling away, but the arm around her waist held her where she stood. Thunder crashed loudly barely after a large bolt of lightning ripped across the sky.
"Relena," Heero murmured against her mouth.
Something cold and hard found it's way between them. "Heh. I've always wanted to kiss the vice-foreign minister. Wait till I tell the rest of the guys I actually did before she was killed!" The imposter's disgusting grin disappeared and his "back to business" look returned to his face. "I'm sorry, Relena. You shouldn't have run away."
Relena involuntarily gasped, breaking her mouth away from his when she felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed against her stomach. 'It's the dream all over again... Only I'm not dreaming.'
"I told you, Relena, I came back to fulfill my promise. I always keep my promises." Heero pressed his cheek against hers as he turned his face to the side of hers. His lips brushed against her ear, his hot breath sending a cold shiver down her spine. What he said made her blood freeze in her veins, and she knew her dream had definitely become a reality. "Omae o korosu."
Relena pressed her eyelids tightly together and waited for the rest of her dream to play out. The sound of the gun's hammer slamming into the primer was heard and the thundering of the weapon discharging made her ears ring as she waited for the pain to envelope her senses.
Nothing happened.
She opened her eyes and found the man standing before her staring at her in open-mouthed shock. There was a fine trail of blood coming from the corner of his open mouth. He grabbed onto her arm for support as his own legs gave way beneath him and he dropped to his knees in the ally-way. He put a hand to his chest and touched the sensitive skin and blood stained his fingertips when he pulled his hand away. "Ah... Don't worry, Dar... lian... There are... more... of us." His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed on the ground in a pool of his own blood and rain water that mixed together on the concrete.
Behind him stood Heero and Duo, both still had their guns aimed at the Heero on the ground. Duo lowered his gun a little after he fired, his gun was the only one that went off. He blew the smoke from the end of it's barrel. "I can't believe I beat you to the shot, Heero ol' pal." He turned his attention away from his fellow Preventer/ex-gundam pilot and turned to the imposter. "Ya know, buddy, it might have helped if you actually CALLED THE RIGHT PREVENTER if you wanted to get a hold of me," he muttered to the person that he shot, lying on the ground. "You called Heero while PRETENDING TO BE Heero!. Smooth move, buddy. The real Heero called me after you called, to let me know that someone was pretending to be him. You are the sloppiest terrorist I've ever come across! You can't even call the right phone number, for Pete's sake, how do you expect to run the colonies if you can't even make a phone call correctly!" Duo let out a snort of laughter. "Again, I say you are the WORST terrorist I've ever..." he continued to talking to the guy on the ground while still aiming his gun at him.
"Relena," Heero asked, ignoring Duo's ramblings. "Are you alright?"
Relena stood staring at the figure on the ground in both shock and horror. Her gaze flickered up from the body on the ground to the man standing behind it. "H-Heero?"
He reached around behind him and slipped the gun into the waistband of his jeans, the metal pressed against the small of his back. "Yes, it's me." He stared down at the body and noted that the bullet he fired went straight through the man's back and exited out through his chest. Yuy stepped past the body on the ground, only stopping to take the fallen man's weapon and walked over to her. He slipped it in the waistband of his jeans next to the other gun."Are you alright?"
She nodded shakily and leaned back against the wall, not trusting her legs to hold her up on their own. "How do I know you're who you say you are? How do I know that you're not another Heero impersonater?" She kept her distance the best she could, moving away from him with her back still pressed against the wall, her exit blocked.
"I guess you'd have to trust me. Relena, you know it's me because I promised to protect you." His hand made a sweeping motion to the man lying on the ground. "Which we did. Besides, if I wasn't the real me, where would I find another person to come with me and pretend to be Duo?" He jerked his thumb over in Duo's direction, who was still rambling to the guy on the ground. "No one can talk as much as him." Heero closed the space between them in a few strides and pulled her into his arms. "As long as I am alive, Relena," he said in his quiet voice. "I will protect you. That is what I promised."
The strain from the last few days' events and lack of sleep had finally taken its toll. Relena buried her face in the crook of his neck and cried softly into the collar of his shirt. Her legs collapsed beneath her and a shocked Heero supported her weight against his body.
'I've never seen her like this before. She appears so... so... fragile.' he thought. The ex-Gundam pilot had one arm around her waist and he slipped the other around behind her knees, picking her up. Heero carried her toward his apartment, which was closer than the Vice-Foreign minister's mansion, leaving the body on the ground behind him. After several minutes her crying died down as she drifted off to sleep in the comfort and warmth of his arms, her head resting in the crook of his neck.
'Duo can take care of the body,' he thought silently as he carried her to his apartment, leaving the still-rambling Duo behind to watch over the fallen terrorist until the other Preventers and the ambulance arrived.
~~*~~
Heero finally got the locking mechanism on the door to release with his key after attempting to do so for last ten minutes. That wasn't as bad as trying to climb six flights of stairs carrying a woman. That took much, much longer.
He shifted Relena's weight more against his chest than his arms so that he could reach over and turn the nob on his appartment door. Using his leg, he pushed the door open and stepped into the pitch-black living room of his one bedroom apartment. He felt along the wall with his elbow until he found the light switch and flipped it up. The light didn't really light the small room that well and he pushed the door of his apartment behind him shut with his foot. Home sweet home.
Still carrying the vice foreign minister, he dropped his keys on the table next to his infamous laptop computer and made his way down the small hallway to the bathroom, only stopping at the towel closet next to it to grab the largest, thickest and warmest towel in there. He carried her inside the bathroom and took her out of her rain-soaked clothes, but left her undergarments on. The last thing he needed was for her to catch pneumonia while in his care. He wrapped her in the towel before picking her up again and carried her to his bedroom. Heero stepped inside and waited a moment or two for his eyes to adjust to the dark room before groping the wall with his hand, supporting Relena against his chest rather than his arm. Boy was he glad he had two arms.
Lightning flashed across the sky outside, lighting the room for a brief moment, but that was enough for him to see the light switch on the wall. He turned on the dim light and made his way over to the bed, gently lying the woman in his arms down on it's cool and soft sheets. He reached down and pulled the top sheet and several other sheets up to cover and keep her warm. He just stood there and watched her sleep for a few minutes. Her chest rose and fell in slow, soft breaths beneath the sheets as he gazed over her sleeping form. 'I wonder what it would be like to feel her soft skin. To hold her in my arms. To taste her lips...' Realizing that he had done the first two, but not the last, he decided to go for the last question he had asked in his mind. Swept up in the emotions that he didn't even know he had, he leaned down and paused only for a moment before capturing her sweet lips with his own in a light and gentle kiss as to not wake her. After he kissed her for several moments, he realized what he did, he shook his head and stepped away, shocked with himself. "What am I doing?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. "I can't think like that- this is Relena we're talking about... Vice foreign minister." Heero stood there for several more moments, thinking to himself. "What is wrong with me?"
Part of him wanted to just go over and try to kiss the evening's horrors away, but the soldier part of him was ordering him to just go back into the living room and get some sleep on the couch. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep though. He needed to be near her. He needed HER.
Heero glanced at the chair on the other side of the room, then glanced at the empty spot on the bed next to Relena. Every part of him ached to lay next to her, but his mind was screaming for him to just go into the living room. Torn between was his heart and body wanted, by lying down next to her and what his mind wanted, by going back to the living room, he steeled himself against his thoughts and desires. Remembering his duty to protect her, the ex-Gundam pilot walked across the room and sat down in the chair over there, not even bothering to change out of his rain-soaked clothing. Grabbing a blanket off the small table next to him, he covered himself with the warm covering and watched her sleep the rest of the night, his handgun lying in his lap. He couldn't sleep- he had to protect her. No one was going to come in and harm her while she slept. No one.
~~*~~
"... And vice-foreign minister Darlian made her acceptance speech this morning, taking the position of foreign minister. She also spoke about previous foreign minister Grant's assassination and sent her condolences to his family. One of the people suspected of Grant's assassination was Drake Jacobs, the leader of a colony terrorist group. Jacobs, who was mortally wounded by one of foreign minister Darlian's bodyguards, Duo Maxwell, died several days ago en route to the hospital. According to Lady Une, spokesperson and head of the Preventers organization, Jacobs and his terrorist group were threatening Grant to let the colonies secede from ESUN so that they may be ruled by the group." The news anchorer glanced down at the papers on the table in front of her before returning her gaze to the camera. "When Grant didn't comply with their demands, the group sent several of their own men in several assassins to get rid of Grant and Darlian. Many of them were killed, but one did succeeded in assassinating Grant. Not seeming to trust his own assasins, Jacobs decided that he was going to go in and kill vice foreign minister Darlian himself. But He failed in his attempt to kill Darlian.
According to Une, several days after the deaths of both Grant and Jacobs, the terrorist group tried going after the president of ESUN. When their attempts also failed and most of their remaining forces were either taken into custody or killed, the group disbanded." The attractive lady at the news desk clasped her hands together and looked directly at the screen. "It sounds like a really sloppy attempt to take over, doesn't it, John?" She looked at the other news anchorer sitting next to her.
"Indeed it does, Kelly." The news anchorer, appartently named John, turned his attention back to the news camera. "We will go more indepth with this story in the news at eleven o'clock. And now we have Rick Shapner, our head mediorologist, to tell you about the weather-"
The T.V. clicked off and Heero lowered his arm back down to his side, the television's remote control in his hand. He turned his attention from its darkened screen to the woman pressed up against him. 'I kept my promise,' he thought with a small chuckle. 'I promised never to kill anyone again... and I didn't have to. Maxwell did it for me.'
Relena's breathing was slow and steady, her cheek rested against his chest and she was stretched out on the couch next to him, deep in sleep.
Heero watched her sleeping form for several minutes and slowly sat upright, trying to get up without disturbing her. He gently lifted her head from his chest and her arms from around his waist so he could get up. A small moan was emitted from her throat and her arms went around his waist again and she snuggled closer to source of heat: him. The ex-gundam pilot felt one of the muscles nearest his mouth twitch slightly and realized that it was a small smile as he just watched the sleeping foreign minister who was once queen of not only the Sanc Kingdom, but ultimately now queen of his heart. "Goodnight, Relena," he whispered and brushed his lips lightly against her forehead in a small kiss after giving up on the idea of trying to stand.
Relena's sleepily opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Goodnight, Heero." She kissed his lips like she had done many times in the several days that had passed since the assasination attempts.
After a few minutes, Heero was asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close as to not let her go.
'I may be the new foreign minister and not have much free time,' she thought. 'But that doesn't mean I can't take time off from my political office for a few hours to love him.' Smiling, she closed her eyes and snuggled closer, letting out a content sigh, '... And I always thought that Heero and I would get together Only In My Dreams.' She laid her head on his chest and she drifted off to sleep next to her sleeping hero named Heero.
Author's talk: Well, that's it! Please Read & Review!
I've enjoyed writing this... I hope you've equally enjoyed reading it! Please let me know what you think by reviewing the story!!! Thank you all! ::takes a bow::
Written by: AnkaraStark
Author's chit-chat: Hey all! It pains me to let you all know that this is the end of my fan fiction...
Duo: Oh thank God
Authoress: You weren't even in this fic that much, braid boy!
Heero: No, but I was.
Quatre:May I ask as to why I wasn't in this fiction?
Authoress: No.
Duo: No what?
Authoress: No, as in "no" Quatre cannot ask me that.
Quatre: ::looks hurt::
Duo: Oh.
Authoress: It's nothing personal, Quatre... I mean, you're one of the G-Wing pilots I like...
Trowa: ...
Heero: My thoughts exactly, Trowa...
Trowa: ...
Duo: ...
Quatre: ...
Authoress: ::Sighs:: time for the story... R&R!!!!
~~*~~
Her chest rose and fell in deep gasps for air. She bent over, her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. Relena had been running for only the Lord knows how long, and she didn't know where she was. She was lost.
Relena pushed her bangs that were sticking to her sweaty forehead and looked around her, but couldn't see much in the poorly lit street. It started raining and she involuntarily shuddered as a chill swept through her cold, tired and now wet body as she tried to gain her bearings. Footsteps sounded behind her, and she turned to face the person. It was Heero
Or was it?
She didn't know who was Heero and who was not Heero.
Stumbling backwards, hoping to hide herself in the shadows, Relena accidentally bumped into the trash can behind her and knocked its lid off. She gasped as it crashed noisily to the ground.
Heero whirled around to face her, his eyes locked with hers in the darkness, and his lips mouthed her name. "Relena."
'What if that's not Heero Yuy? That could be his imposter!' She didn't wait for him to make the first move, but instead bolted in the other direction down the ally-way, adrenaline pumping through her veins. 'I've got to get to Duo and Hilde' Oh, Lord, let them be there and still be alive!' She raced around the corner and ran until she reached a wall and realized it was a dead end. 'This is just like my dream,' she thought. 'Am I dreaming again? Is Heero going to hear me crying out for him and come into my room to wake me?' She looked around her, trying to find a way out of the ally without having to go out the way she came in. 'Is he still following me?'
"Relena," a monotone voice called from behind her, answering her question.
The nineteen-year-old woman whirled around to face him. Her gaze came to rest on Heero… or was it his imposter? "Stay where you are!"
"Don't worry, Relena," he said, and he and took several steps toward her. "He's been taken care of."
She instinctively took several steps away from him. "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you're really Heero?"
"If I'm not who I say I am, I probably would have shot you by now."
Relena backed away again as he continued to advance toward her. "That doesn't prove anything."
Heero took another step toward her. "Relena-"
"Stay where you are!" She backed up several steps and stopped when her back connected with something cold and hard. A wall. 'Well, isn't this ironic,' something in the back of her mind told her. 'Your dream has become a reality and now you're probably going to die.' "How do I know it's you?" she asked, finding herself repeating the lines she said to him in her dream.
Heero didn't reply. Instead, he took another step forward. He brushed one of his rain-soaked chocolate-colored hair spikes out of his face and extended his other hand out to her. "You know it's me, because I came back to fulfill the promise I made."
Relena backed up as far as she could go, her back pressed against the drenched stonewall behind her. Warning bells went clanged loudly in her head as they both continued to say the lines that were spoken in her dream. Summoning up the courage, her stood up straighter and blinked as rain water ran down her face, into her eyes. She brushed her wet hair out of her face. "What promise might that be?"
Her question was only met by silence. He lifted his hand and it came to rest on her cheek, the back of his fingers gently caressed it.
She drew in a ragged breath and her mind reeled as the other nineteen year-old leaned down toward her, their faces only inches apart.
Before she knew what was happening, his mouth covered hers in a forceful kiss. His arms soon found their way around her small waist and pulled her closer, pressing her drenched body against his. She tried pulling away, but the arm around her waist held her where she stood. Thunder crashed loudly barely after a large bolt of lightning ripped across the sky.
"Relena," Heero murmured against her mouth.
Something cold and hard found it's way between them. "Heh. I've always wanted to kiss the vice-foreign minister. Wait till I tell the rest of the guys I actually did before she was killed!" The imposter's disgusting grin disappeared and his "back to business" look returned to his face. "I'm sorry, Relena. You shouldn't have run away."
Relena involuntarily gasped, breaking her mouth away from his when she felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed against her stomach. 'It's the dream all over again... Only I'm not dreaming.'
"I told you, Relena, I came back to fulfill my promise. I always keep my promises." Heero pressed his cheek against hers as he turned his face to the side of hers. His lips brushed against her ear, his hot breath sending a cold shiver down her spine. What he said made her blood freeze in her veins, and she knew her dream had definitely become a reality. "Omae o korosu."
Relena pressed her eyelids tightly together and waited for the rest of her dream to play out. The sound of the gun's hammer slamming into the primer was heard and the thundering of the weapon discharging made her ears ring as she waited for the pain to envelope her senses.
Nothing happened.
She opened her eyes and found the man standing before her staring at her in open-mouthed shock. There was a fine trail of blood coming from the corner of his open mouth. He grabbed onto her arm for support as his own legs gave way beneath him and he dropped to his knees in the ally-way. He put a hand to his chest and touched the sensitive skin and blood stained his fingertips when he pulled his hand away. "Ah... Don't worry, Dar... lian... There are... more... of us." His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed on the ground in a pool of his own blood and rain water that mixed together on the concrete.
Behind him stood Heero and Duo, both still had their guns aimed at the Heero on the ground. Duo lowered his gun a little after he fired, his gun was the only one that went off. He blew the smoke from the end of it's barrel. "I can't believe I beat you to the shot, Heero ol' pal." He turned his attention away from his fellow Preventer/ex-gundam pilot and turned to the imposter. "Ya know, buddy, it might have helped if you actually CALLED THE RIGHT PREVENTER if you wanted to get a hold of me," he muttered to the person that he shot, lying on the ground. "You called Heero while PRETENDING TO BE Heero!. Smooth move, buddy. The real Heero called me after you called, to let me know that someone was pretending to be him. You are the sloppiest terrorist I've ever come across! You can't even call the right phone number, for Pete's sake, how do you expect to run the colonies if you can't even make a phone call correctly!" Duo let out a snort of laughter. "Again, I say you are the WORST terrorist I've ever..." he continued to talking to the guy on the ground while still aiming his gun at him.
"Relena," Heero asked, ignoring Duo's ramblings. "Are you alright?"
Relena stood staring at the figure on the ground in both shock and horror. Her gaze flickered up from the body on the ground to the man standing behind it. "H-Heero?"
He reached around behind him and slipped the gun into the waistband of his jeans, the metal pressed against the small of his back. "Yes, it's me." He stared down at the body and noted that the bullet he fired went straight through the man's back and exited out through his chest. Yuy stepped past the body on the ground, only stopping to take the fallen man's weapon and walked over to her. He slipped it in the waistband of his jeans next to the other gun."Are you alright?"
She nodded shakily and leaned back against the wall, not trusting her legs to hold her up on their own. "How do I know you're who you say you are? How do I know that you're not another Heero impersonater?" She kept her distance the best she could, moving away from him with her back still pressed against the wall, her exit blocked.
"I guess you'd have to trust me. Relena, you know it's me because I promised to protect you." His hand made a sweeping motion to the man lying on the ground. "Which we did. Besides, if I wasn't the real me, where would I find another person to come with me and pretend to be Duo?" He jerked his thumb over in Duo's direction, who was still rambling to the guy on the ground. "No one can talk as much as him." Heero closed the space between them in a few strides and pulled her into his arms. "As long as I am alive, Relena," he said in his quiet voice. "I will protect you. That is what I promised."
The strain from the last few days' events and lack of sleep had finally taken its toll. Relena buried her face in the crook of his neck and cried softly into the collar of his shirt. Her legs collapsed beneath her and a shocked Heero supported her weight against his body.
'I've never seen her like this before. She appears so... so... fragile.' he thought. The ex-Gundam pilot had one arm around her waist and he slipped the other around behind her knees, picking her up. Heero carried her toward his apartment, which was closer than the Vice-Foreign minister's mansion, leaving the body on the ground behind him. After several minutes her crying died down as she drifted off to sleep in the comfort and warmth of his arms, her head resting in the crook of his neck.
'Duo can take care of the body,' he thought silently as he carried her to his apartment, leaving the still-rambling Duo behind to watch over the fallen terrorist until the other Preventers and the ambulance arrived.
~~*~~
Heero finally got the locking mechanism on the door to release with his key after attempting to do so for last ten minutes. That wasn't as bad as trying to climb six flights of stairs carrying a woman. That took much, much longer.
He shifted Relena's weight more against his chest than his arms so that he could reach over and turn the nob on his appartment door. Using his leg, he pushed the door open and stepped into the pitch-black living room of his one bedroom apartment. He felt along the wall with his elbow until he found the light switch and flipped it up. The light didn't really light the small room that well and he pushed the door of his apartment behind him shut with his foot. Home sweet home.
Still carrying the vice foreign minister, he dropped his keys on the table next to his infamous laptop computer and made his way down the small hallway to the bathroom, only stopping at the towel closet next to it to grab the largest, thickest and warmest towel in there. He carried her inside the bathroom and took her out of her rain-soaked clothes, but left her undergarments on. The last thing he needed was for her to catch pneumonia while in his care. He wrapped her in the towel before picking her up again and carried her to his bedroom. Heero stepped inside and waited a moment or two for his eyes to adjust to the dark room before groping the wall with his hand, supporting Relena against his chest rather than his arm. Boy was he glad he had two arms.
Lightning flashed across the sky outside, lighting the room for a brief moment, but that was enough for him to see the light switch on the wall. He turned on the dim light and made his way over to the bed, gently lying the woman in his arms down on it's cool and soft sheets. He reached down and pulled the top sheet and several other sheets up to cover and keep her warm. He just stood there and watched her sleep for a few minutes. Her chest rose and fell in slow, soft breaths beneath the sheets as he gazed over her sleeping form. 'I wonder what it would be like to feel her soft skin. To hold her in my arms. To taste her lips...' Realizing that he had done the first two, but not the last, he decided to go for the last question he had asked in his mind. Swept up in the emotions that he didn't even know he had, he leaned down and paused only for a moment before capturing her sweet lips with his own in a light and gentle kiss as to not wake her. After he kissed her for several moments, he realized what he did, he shook his head and stepped away, shocked with himself. "What am I doing?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. "I can't think like that- this is Relena we're talking about... Vice foreign minister." Heero stood there for several more moments, thinking to himself. "What is wrong with me?"
Part of him wanted to just go over and try to kiss the evening's horrors away, but the soldier part of him was ordering him to just go back into the living room and get some sleep on the couch. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep though. He needed to be near her. He needed HER.
Heero glanced at the chair on the other side of the room, then glanced at the empty spot on the bed next to Relena. Every part of him ached to lay next to her, but his mind was screaming for him to just go into the living room. Torn between was his heart and body wanted, by lying down next to her and what his mind wanted, by going back to the living room, he steeled himself against his thoughts and desires. Remembering his duty to protect her, the ex-Gundam pilot walked across the room and sat down in the chair over there, not even bothering to change out of his rain-soaked clothing. Grabbing a blanket off the small table next to him, he covered himself with the warm covering and watched her sleep the rest of the night, his handgun lying in his lap. He couldn't sleep- he had to protect her. No one was going to come in and harm her while she slept. No one.
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"... And vice-foreign minister Darlian made her acceptance speech this morning, taking the position of foreign minister. She also spoke about previous foreign minister Grant's assassination and sent her condolences to his family. One of the people suspected of Grant's assassination was Drake Jacobs, the leader of a colony terrorist group. Jacobs, who was mortally wounded by one of foreign minister Darlian's bodyguards, Duo Maxwell, died several days ago en route to the hospital. According to Lady Une, spokesperson and head of the Preventers organization, Jacobs and his terrorist group were threatening Grant to let the colonies secede from ESUN so that they may be ruled by the group." The news anchorer glanced down at the papers on the table in front of her before returning her gaze to the camera. "When Grant didn't comply with their demands, the group sent several of their own men in several assassins to get rid of Grant and Darlian. Many of them were killed, but one did succeeded in assassinating Grant. Not seeming to trust his own assasins, Jacobs decided that he was going to go in and kill vice foreign minister Darlian himself. But He failed in his attempt to kill Darlian.
According to Une, several days after the deaths of both Grant and Jacobs, the terrorist group tried going after the president of ESUN. When their attempts also failed and most of their remaining forces were either taken into custody or killed, the group disbanded." The attractive lady at the news desk clasped her hands together and looked directly at the screen. "It sounds like a really sloppy attempt to take over, doesn't it, John?" She looked at the other news anchorer sitting next to her.
"Indeed it does, Kelly." The news anchorer, appartently named John, turned his attention back to the news camera. "We will go more indepth with this story in the news at eleven o'clock. And now we have Rick Shapner, our head mediorologist, to tell you about the weather-"
The T.V. clicked off and Heero lowered his arm back down to his side, the television's remote control in his hand. He turned his attention from its darkened screen to the woman pressed up against him. 'I kept my promise,' he thought with a small chuckle. 'I promised never to kill anyone again... and I didn't have to. Maxwell did it for me.'
Relena's breathing was slow and steady, her cheek rested against his chest and she was stretched out on the couch next to him, deep in sleep.
Heero watched her sleeping form for several minutes and slowly sat upright, trying to get up without disturbing her. He gently lifted her head from his chest and her arms from around his waist so he could get up. A small moan was emitted from her throat and her arms went around his waist again and she snuggled closer to source of heat: him. The ex-gundam pilot felt one of the muscles nearest his mouth twitch slightly and realized that it was a small smile as he just watched the sleeping foreign minister who was once queen of not only the Sanc Kingdom, but ultimately now queen of his heart. "Goodnight, Relena," he whispered and brushed his lips lightly against her forehead in a small kiss after giving up on the idea of trying to stand.
Relena's sleepily opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Goodnight, Heero." She kissed his lips like she had done many times in the several days that had passed since the assasination attempts.
After a few minutes, Heero was asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close as to not let her go.
'I may be the new foreign minister and not have much free time,' she thought. 'But that doesn't mean I can't take time off from my political office for a few hours to love him.' Smiling, she closed her eyes and snuggled closer, letting out a content sigh, '... And I always thought that Heero and I would get together Only In My Dreams.' She laid her head on his chest and she drifted off to sleep next to her sleeping hero named Heero.
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