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Romeo & Juliet-Gundam Style
Chapter 2

Relena was a little dizzy when she got up to her room. Even the slightest bit of alcohol went strait to her head. She didn't mind. It usually helped to ease the boredom that fallowed her around most of her free time. She lay on her king-size bed and starred up at her carefully painted ceiling. It amazed her, what money could buy. She had all these things, material possessions, and they sometimes served their purpose. But in life, she desperately needed something more. She wasn't happy with herself in the least. At 15, she had accomplished nothing of importance. She had become queen only because her father had died-not because she was chosen or competed for her position. She had so many friends. And all of them would leave her in a second if they could just find someone richer than she. In her life, there were few joys and delights. Maybe a thoughtful gift, or a word of praise, but that was it. She just wanted to find someone to talk to. Someone who felt things like she did. One true friend. To talk to and giggle with, that wasn't too much wishful thinking, was it? Relena felt her eyes drop. It was late. Turning of her light, she drifted into a somewhat peaceful sleep with a little dream attached to it.

The girl arose as she heard a knock on her window. Not sure if she had really heard something, she slowly stepped toward her balcony. She opened the French doors to find Heero standing right in front of her, blocking everything else from sight. "H-hello," the girl stuttered.

"Hello. I have come to tell you something. I hope the time is right," he looked past Relena; into her room, as if to make sure that he wasn't intruding on a late-night caller.

"I have nothing but time for you. What must you tell me?"

"I like to see your face. It is so light and soft. So even and so small. I could just cradle it in my hands."

"Heero, stop. I have been tainted by one or two glasses of wine. I must know that this is real, and not just my imagination. But I do want to hear what you have to say. Promise me you will tell me later?"

"I promise." Heero spoke in his usual monotone. Anything he said was true, even though Relena knew he would have the best poker face.

"Swear to me."

"I swear on my life that I will tell you everything you want to hear."

"Do not swear on your life. What difference what that make to me? Not a day goes by that I don't see you in your gundam, self-detonating like you had nothing to live for. Any one of these days you could be gone, and where would that leave me? You must swear on something more important. Swear on my life. For at least I hope it shall go on long enough for you to say what you need to."

Heero hesitated, considering what action he should take. Her life meant more to him than his own, more than this whole war for peace. He didn't need any of it. Only her. "Fine. I swear on your life. I will tell you." Heero turned to go down the balcony.

"Wait. Don't go. Stay with me awhile. Just sit by me."

He nodded, and gently pulled her down to the ground beside him. His hand searched for her face, and nudged her head onto his shoulder. He felt her relax and he rested his head on the top of hers. They lay, motionless. Starring at the stars, feeling content with each other.



Heero left before Relena had awoken. He didn't like face-to-face meetings that were so personal, at least not in daylight. He wasn't sure why he had done what he had, or said what he had. The pilot then decided to play it cool, and act like nothing had happened. Things would ease down, and the moment would be forgotten. It would be simpler that way. Less to worry about. No fretting about her feelings, or being pressured to change. He was his own leader, and he took orders from no one except the scientists, and still he carried out his orders how he saw fit. He cherished Relena, but he wasn't about to let his heart control over his mind. It would only make him weaker as a fighter, and her more accessible to assassination if he was busy thinking about her instead of protecting her. He knew that love was a big weakness. It caused people to pay less attention to the necessary tasks at hand. He would not love Relena for her own safety, for her own good. He felt like shit doing it, but he was surprised at himself for saying all those thing in the first place. He guessed it was because of what Duo had said. `Tell her that you love her. Tell her that you need her. What have you got to lose? You'll be missing out on one of the best things in your life if you keep this all to yourself. Have a little faith.' Yeah sure. If that SOB Maxwell were here right now, he would see what he was about to lose-the prospect of fatherhood. He shook his head to rid himself of his thoughts. It's over with now. Long gone and forgotten. Heero walk to his station in Gundam Zero, telling himself that phrase. It was all he could do. It was his only escape from the actuality of his feelings.



Relena sat up in her bed, looking around her room for any sign that last night had been real. She found nothing. She was on her still made covers, in her dress from the evening before, and the man who had given her hope was no ware to be found. Frowning as understanding filled her. That moment in her life her life had been a dream. Splendid as it was, it was still a dream. Relena started getting ready for her busy day. She had people to meeting, places to go, but when she was done, she would lie down on her bed and dream some more dreams. Of him.



Heero was in space, flying through what seemed like a never-ending field of stars. Heero was in a peaceful serenity until the silence was disturbed by an incoming call. He turned on the receiver and made the usual sound with his lips, "Yuy."

"Hello," the queen spoke girlishly.

"Damn," Heero thought. She had remembered. Knowing Relena, how could she? He could hardly keep the frustration out of his voice because he knew Relena, and he knew that her face was burning with a soft redness that only she seemed to possess. It made him disgusted with himself for even noticing it in the first place. He was getting sloppy. "What is it?"

Relena's voice turned quickly back to the issue at hand. She had to remain professional, "We have gotten word that mobile dolls have been seen around L4. We suspect that they are Oz's, but cannot tell for sure. They may in fact be the remains of the White Fang. You have orders not to attack them. Just keep a close eye on them."

"I don't take orders from you. You know that well enough."

"Heero, why do you always have to be so stubborn? Just do it, okay? No one will think any less of you if you do I tell you to for once."

"I will think less of myself," and on that final note, Heero ended the transmission. On the other end, Relena was shaking her head. If only dreams were real. But then she thought, life would be a nightmare.