Chapter 3: Arrival
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It had all been too easy,the crash(though it was painful) the lies about the manican Relena had used as the dead Relena, the press reports, and informing Relena's loved ones. The hard part however, had just begun. The real Relena, calling herself Iria Annon, was on a flight to the Cinq kingdom; accompained by 'Relena's' casket. Slowly the plane lowered, finally brushing the smooth runway. Relena took a deep breath, not knowing what was going to happen next.
The plane pulled into its station and Miliardo rushed aboard, frantic and distraught. Relena tensed and closed her eyes. It was hard to see her calm brother this way.
"Oh God," he whispered, crying as he spotted the lovely blue Chinese urn. Miliardo strolled up to it, and brushed it with his hand. He turned to the real Relena with red eyes and asked, "Who are you?"
Relena took a deep breath, allowing tears to roll down her cheeks. She was crying not for 'Relena' but for the pain she was causing her brother. "I am Relena's friend, Iria Annon," Relena replied with smooth English accent.
Miliardo nodded and continued to gaze at the urn. His thoughts were interrupted by Noin's entrance. She looked the same as Relena had last seen her, excepting the few inches her hair had grown. Noin also teared up at the sight of the vase.
Heavy footsteps were heard, keying the arrival of Duo Maxwell, the loveable pilot of Gundam 02. He was followed by Quatre, Wufei, Trowa, Hilde and Catherine.There was a brief break in which Relena mourned alongside her friends. Unlike Miliardo, the pilots and their friends were not curious of why a strange young woman with plantinum blonde hair cut in to her ears and layered with ice blue eyes, the disguise Relena had taken on, was present.
Finally, the inveitable enterance of the solitary, Heero Yuy. He had swapped his spandex black shorts for tight geans and his army green tanktop was replaced by a red teeshirt. His face was twisted into a firecer scowl than usual, and his eyes; his eyes held the deepest sorrow Relena had ever seen.
This brought more tears to her eyes, but elation to Relena's soul. *He cares for me! He is sad that I am 'dead'! If only I could have known this before.* (- Relena's thought
"We have to move it out," Trowa commented in his placid tone.
Miliardo and Heero did the honors; everyone else followed them out, going to their respected cars and Relena asked for a ride from Miliardo. He only nodded and led the way to a simplistic white car where he drove Noin and 'Iria' to his home.
Once past the iron gates a large display of cars greeted Relena's eyes and she was amazed by the mass of mourners that crowded the marble steps of her brother's house. She masked her surprise as much as possible but Noin caught on.
"Relena Dorlain touched more people than she realized. Her death has affected the whole world," Noin commented with a slight smile.
'Iria' returned the smile and nodded. "If only she could only have known...," mummured 'Iria'.
Noin nodded grimly and prepared to get out. Relena/Iria, did the same. The long walk that formed a semi-circle around the circle driveway.
Miliardo opened the door for the two women and began 'parting the seas' for his guests enterance. As the people closed up behind her, Relena looked around for a familiar face. Only tear stained faces stared back, and in a nightmarish type of way.
At last Relena and Noin entered the mansion where Miliardo worked and lived. The living room had been transformed into a audiotorm and held a gold stand on its far end. Next to the stand (size for vase) was a poduim.
"Tomorrow is Ms.Relena's furneral," Noin informed 'Iria', who shook her head when she realized she was gawking at the previous room.
"So soon?" the real Relena asked.
"Yes, it pains Miliardo for the burial to be delayed," Noin replied, "Now let me show you to your room,"
Relena recongized the room she was given instantly. It was the one she had stayed in at Christmas that same year, before her work swallowed her whole. Before her stunt.
Relena sat on her bed and looked at herself over in the mirror. A sallow faced, paled stranger stared back. Though as she continued to look at her reflection, Relena recongized herself, barely. With this, she turned away, and got ready for bed. It was very late. As she nestled into the warm blankets, all of her thoughts drifted away, and she was lulled to a light slumber.
Outside her room, in the hall, a hypotnized Heero Yuy crept inside. The door was unlocked, just as he had remembered. As the door clicked close behind him. Heero froze. Realtiy flooded him along with humilation. The sleep form was not Relena's. It was not the honey-blonde twenty year old he could only admire from room shadows and distances. This was the strange woman he had seen on the plane. Who had nothing to with his Relena. *Damn! This feelings are coming back...* he thought, *I thought I could clear those away...that anger and agression were vented in fighting. You should be glad anyway, you can have wars again.*
Just as Heero was turning to go, the stranger stirred.
On the other side of the room Relena froze. In her 'old' life it was Heero Yuy, her beloved Gundam pilot.... but now, as she was missing her disguise, he was a threat. Hurridly, Relena jammed her contancts in and pulled on a robe. "Wait!"she called after the retreating figure.
Heero didn't stop so Relena sprinted after him. She finally got him in the end of the hall.
"Why...didn't..you stop?" gasped Relena between breaths.
Heero only glared.
"The least you could do would be to respond,since you were in my room in the middle of the night. Now I am assuming you tried to take advantage of me," snapped Relena.
"I would never do that! I just forgot that Relena was dead! It won't happen again," barked Heero, with a passion in his eyes Relena had never seen.
Relena swallowed and forced herself to ask the inveitable question, "Why did you watch Relena sleep?"
Heero glared at her, with his infamous deathglare. The angry blush in his cheeks faded and his eyes went cold again. "I wanted to protect her," he replied in his montone voice.
"That's bullshit," Relena hurridly said as she glared back at him.
The Prussian blue eyes she was staying into widened slighlty, trying to frighten her. Trying to avoid the truth.
"Wait, Relena told me of you. The dark haired Gundam pilot who had stole her heart and ran with it. Who was reckless with her feelings but conservetive with his own. She told me how everynight when she went to sleep she wished for the familiar form of the pilot to be there, and every night she was dissapointed," Relena said, never breaking eye contact.
Heero glared at her again and brushed past her to get to his room where a few minutes later there was thre sound of the lock clicking.
Sighing, Relena trudged to her own room. There she layed on her bed and wept for she was so close to finding out if her love had indeed loved her. But in a stern resolution a few seconds later, she vowed that by the time that she left in ten days, she would know for sure.........
-Lady Scythe
please r&r!!!!!!
~* Please R&R!*~
*_______* = indicates thought....
It had all been too easy,the crash(though it was painful) the lies about the manican Relena had used as the dead Relena, the press reports, and informing Relena's loved ones. The hard part however, had just begun. The real Relena, calling herself Iria Annon, was on a flight to the Cinq kingdom; accompained by 'Relena's' casket. Slowly the plane lowered, finally brushing the smooth runway. Relena took a deep breath, not knowing what was going to happen next.
The plane pulled into its station and Miliardo rushed aboard, frantic and distraught. Relena tensed and closed her eyes. It was hard to see her calm brother this way.
"Oh God," he whispered, crying as he spotted the lovely blue Chinese urn. Miliardo strolled up to it, and brushed it with his hand. He turned to the real Relena with red eyes and asked, "Who are you?"
Relena took a deep breath, allowing tears to roll down her cheeks. She was crying not for 'Relena' but for the pain she was causing her brother. "I am Relena's friend, Iria Annon," Relena replied with smooth English accent.
Miliardo nodded and continued to gaze at the urn. His thoughts were interrupted by Noin's entrance. She looked the same as Relena had last seen her, excepting the few inches her hair had grown. Noin also teared up at the sight of the vase.
Heavy footsteps were heard, keying the arrival of Duo Maxwell, the loveable pilot of Gundam 02. He was followed by Quatre, Wufei, Trowa, Hilde and Catherine.There was a brief break in which Relena mourned alongside her friends. Unlike Miliardo, the pilots and their friends were not curious of why a strange young woman with plantinum blonde hair cut in to her ears and layered with ice blue eyes, the disguise Relena had taken on, was present.
Finally, the inveitable enterance of the solitary, Heero Yuy. He had swapped his spandex black shorts for tight geans and his army green tanktop was replaced by a red teeshirt. His face was twisted into a firecer scowl than usual, and his eyes; his eyes held the deepest sorrow Relena had ever seen.
This brought more tears to her eyes, but elation to Relena's soul. *He cares for me! He is sad that I am 'dead'! If only I could have known this before.* (- Relena's thought
"We have to move it out," Trowa commented in his placid tone.
Miliardo and Heero did the honors; everyone else followed them out, going to their respected cars and Relena asked for a ride from Miliardo. He only nodded and led the way to a simplistic white car where he drove Noin and 'Iria' to his home.
Once past the iron gates a large display of cars greeted Relena's eyes and she was amazed by the mass of mourners that crowded the marble steps of her brother's house. She masked her surprise as much as possible but Noin caught on.
"Relena Dorlain touched more people than she realized. Her death has affected the whole world," Noin commented with a slight smile.
'Iria' returned the smile and nodded. "If only she could only have known...," mummured 'Iria'.
Noin nodded grimly and prepared to get out. Relena/Iria, did the same. The long walk that formed a semi-circle around the circle driveway.
Miliardo opened the door for the two women and began 'parting the seas' for his guests enterance. As the people closed up behind her, Relena looked around for a familiar face. Only tear stained faces stared back, and in a nightmarish type of way.
At last Relena and Noin entered the mansion where Miliardo worked and lived. The living room had been transformed into a audiotorm and held a gold stand on its far end. Next to the stand (size for vase) was a poduim.
"Tomorrow is Ms.Relena's furneral," Noin informed 'Iria', who shook her head when she realized she was gawking at the previous room.
"So soon?" the real Relena asked.
"Yes, it pains Miliardo for the burial to be delayed," Noin replied, "Now let me show you to your room,"
Relena recongized the room she was given instantly. It was the one she had stayed in at Christmas that same year, before her work swallowed her whole. Before her stunt.
Relena sat on her bed and looked at herself over in the mirror. A sallow faced, paled stranger stared back. Though as she continued to look at her reflection, Relena recongized herself, barely. With this, she turned away, and got ready for bed. It was very late. As she nestled into the warm blankets, all of her thoughts drifted away, and she was lulled to a light slumber.
Outside her room, in the hall, a hypotnized Heero Yuy crept inside. The door was unlocked, just as he had remembered. As the door clicked close behind him. Heero froze. Realtiy flooded him along with humilation. The sleep form was not Relena's. It was not the honey-blonde twenty year old he could only admire from room shadows and distances. This was the strange woman he had seen on the plane. Who had nothing to with his Relena. *Damn! This feelings are coming back...* he thought, *I thought I could clear those away...that anger and agression were vented in fighting. You should be glad anyway, you can have wars again.*
Just as Heero was turning to go, the stranger stirred.
On the other side of the room Relena froze. In her 'old' life it was Heero Yuy, her beloved Gundam pilot.... but now, as she was missing her disguise, he was a threat. Hurridly, Relena jammed her contancts in and pulled on a robe. "Wait!"she called after the retreating figure.
Heero didn't stop so Relena sprinted after him. She finally got him in the end of the hall.
"Why...didn't..you stop?" gasped Relena between breaths.
Heero only glared.
"The least you could do would be to respond,since you were in my room in the middle of the night. Now I am assuming you tried to take advantage of me," snapped Relena.
"I would never do that! I just forgot that Relena was dead! It won't happen again," barked Heero, with a passion in his eyes Relena had never seen.
Relena swallowed and forced herself to ask the inveitable question, "Why did you watch Relena sleep?"
Heero glared at her, with his infamous deathglare. The angry blush in his cheeks faded and his eyes went cold again. "I wanted to protect her," he replied in his montone voice.
"That's bullshit," Relena hurridly said as she glared back at him.
The Prussian blue eyes she was staying into widened slighlty, trying to frighten her. Trying to avoid the truth.
"Wait, Relena told me of you. The dark haired Gundam pilot who had stole her heart and ran with it. Who was reckless with her feelings but conservetive with his own. She told me how everynight when she went to sleep she wished for the familiar form of the pilot to be there, and every night she was dissapointed," Relena said, never breaking eye contact.
Heero glared at her again and brushed past her to get to his room where a few minutes later there was thre sound of the lock clicking.
Sighing, Relena trudged to her own room. There she layed on her bed and wept for she was so close to finding out if her love had indeed loved her. But in a stern resolution a few seconds later, she vowed that by the time that she left in ten days, she would know for sure.........
-Lady Scythe
please r&r!!!!!!