Heyz. I know its kinda wierd that I have like 7 chapters out already and only now am I starting a prolgue. Well, too bad. You technically don't need to read this if it will confuse you, but it gives a nice view from Heero's perspective, and it gives the story a more complete understanding of the story-whatever. Oh, and plz leave feedback, I like to know what yall think so I can try to write better. BYEZ!

Disclaimer: I don't own GW, and I obviously don't own Romeo & Juliet, but I just like the ideas, so be happy that you guyz have fans like me and everyone else that spend time reading and writing fanfics about all these peeps. ;-)




Romeo & Juliet-Gundam Style
~*Prologue*~

"I cannot love a woman, Dou. Let's just say none exist that are worthy of my love," the head pilot spoke to his friend as they walked through the halls of their new school.

"Don't you think you're thinking a little too highly of yourself? I personally think that you're just a big chicken, that you're scared to love."

It was a public area, so all that Heero could do was shoot his comrade a look of annoyance. He was going to get one hell of a whooping later. "You know, it's not like you could find me anyone. Out of all the girls in this school, I would more likely go out with a guy."

"Why didn't you tell me you were gay? Now that I think about it, it explains a whole load of stuff."

Heero shook his head. Some people just wouldn't quit, "No, you moron. I mean it would be impossible to get me to fall in love with any girl. They're all the same. So vain that they would do anything protect their own hide. How could I love someone who would rather see me dead than have a run in her stockings? Don't ever confuse love with lust. I know it's hard, but remember, love is your heart, which I am heartless, and lust is balls, for which you have no testicles, so I guess we're even. I couldn't love any," Heero stopped as he saw a soft color swoosh by his eyes. Her hair. Though he had sworn to kill her, he would steal a bit of her hair from her before he did. And so he fell in love, but his buddy however, was too pissed off about the testicle comment to notice the brief sparkle in Heero's eyes.




How she wanted him. How she needed him. Relena would stare at him aimlessly, just willing him to love her, using her so-called, `womanly powers' on him. She tried not to think of him, but whenever she would have a party or banquet, she would remember his cruel way of denying her invitation to her birthday. From now on, whenever she had some civic duty affair, she would have an open summoning of the whole school. This way she wouldn't be hurt by his rejection, but in case he wanted to go, he would always have the option.




Walking down the stairs into Relena's grand dinning room, Heero noticed some people giving speeches to the important people in the audience. After spotting the one in his mind, he hoped she wouldn't see him, for if she did; he wasn't sure what he would do if she ever smiled. It was bad enough taking orders from her everyday, but during face to face contact, it was a lot harder to control the situation.

Heero struggled to remember how the night had come to be, but it was obvious that the person behind it would be Dou. By the time lunch had rolled around on that faithful day, Dou had completely forgiven his inconsiderate friend. After looking at the office news informative bulletin, he had started trying to convince Heero to go to the new Peacecraft party. It was to be a month from that day, which by that time Relena, would already be queen. Heero was hesitant, but agreed to go in the end. He thought that it would be a good way to end the girl's life, and to see her hair for one last time. Her face was a distant memory, but the golden-brown of her tresses struck feelings in him that he never admitted to having.

And so, standing here now, Heero had finally come to understand that he wasn't heartless, and no matter how he tried to stop his heart, it just wouldn't give up loving Relena. In life he had been taught to fear nothing, when it came to war, he was God and he controlled the fate of people's lives. But when it came to Relena, he was nothing. So he feared her and the fact that she might not accept him anymore. It was his fault, of course, but he was stupid then. He lived by his head, but now he was losing his balance and his heart was gaining the upper hand.

Loud clapping shot out from the crowd as the speech was over. Heero saw her slowly walk to a corner of the large room, and hide her face in the shadows. The shoes on the marble floor were silent as he made his away to confront Relena. Through the groupings of guests, and the yelling and nagging little pest calling to his retreating back, Heero lost sight of his path. Searching every corner of the big room, none of them seemed to withhold the beauteous schoolgirl. His pulse began to thumb a mad beat, as he got frustrated with himself and the needlessly large room. He would tell her how he felt. She would listen. He kept repeating that to himself, forgetting completely that she was the sister of his enemy. There wasn't a chance in hell that he would ever allow their coupling, but he was too lost in his thoughts of happiness to think clearly.

He finally decided to stand by the main doors, in hopes that she would leave through them. A man passed carrying a tray of glasses filled with most expensive wine to date. His hand reached for a goblet and sipped the cooled drink. A moment passed slowly while Heero finished off most of the wine; until there was only one small, dark-red drop left. He turned the glass in his hand and watched as the drop ran around the inside of the crystal. It was a beautiful sight, so tranquil that all the flamboyant sounds in the room seemed to quiet, as if everyone had turned to watch the tiny drop in all its glory. The boy then abruptly lifted the glass to his lips, swiftly tipped it forward, and he swallowed the solitary drop. He wouldn't allow any beauty on this earth that didn't belong to Relena. Nothing was worthy of being compared to her. The glass was carelessly placed on the ground with a small `click.' He gallantly strode off, well, with hands in his pockets and his back kneeling forward a bit to show his embarrassment at being here, the only parts of body that were actually gallant were his eyes, but all the love and hurt that were trapped in his eyes made up for the rest of him so he gave off the illusion of a brave knight, only now, after all that had happened in the past month, he wasn't so sure just how brave he was.

On accident, he stepped onto the dance floor, and was instantly snatched up by some girl in her teens. She swung him around just before he noticed Relena standing in the corner. For most of the evening, he danced with girls, hoping that in one of them, he would find another Relena, even though at the back of his mind he knew that it was impossible. Heero himself wasn't too experienced in dancing, and he wouldn't really be dancing in the first place, it was only that it helped him take his mind off of Relena. He twirled the girls as best he could, trying to seem honed in the art of dance. It would be a shame if such a good fighter couldn't waltz. After awhile, he started to look on all this as a free lesson in professional stepping, in case it was needed later on in his existence. Oh, and Heero didn't believe in life. He saw it as a footpath to something more important, like a test. Life was of no matter to him as he was willing to part with it if the time had come down to that. Everything in this period of time reflected on his future. Whether he was good or not didn't matter. All he wanted to do is be remembered for being a great soldier. Even if he would be know as a traitor, he didn't mind, just a soldier- someone who was automatically forgiven for all the lives he took. He didn't think there was any other way to make up for all that he had done in his young life. He just wanted to be told that it as okay, so no one would hate him, especially not the people who's families he had broken apart. This way, everything he did was for a noble cause, like an alibi, to better help and serve the world. That's mostly all he asked for.

There was one more thing that he had wanted, to be loved. It had been an old dream, and after his training, it had sort-of faded away. But after seeing Relena, his dream became more vivid and exact. He wanted to be loved by Relena. Relena. That's what mattered to him. If that would ever happen, even if it was for a brief moment, a second perhaps, he would be happy. He could die with a smile on his face and he could die with a heart. H ehad heard somewhere that one doesn't have a heart if one has never felt love. And he badly wanted to have a heart, then he would be human-no, normal. The word was wonderous to him. All the time he had wanted to just be a normal kid, but he figured that it was better to be the one killing then be the one being killed.