Hey guyz. What;s happening? Like I care, right? Just kidding. # 3 is out like you all can see so enjoy, and tell me what you like or don't like bout it. I guess I'm kinda new @ this, so work w/ me.
Disclaimer: I don't own GW, so don't sue me.
Romeo & Juliet
Chapter 3
Heero walked into his room at around midnight. He was tired from his long day. Not because it was physically demanding, but just because it took all his strength not to call Relena and apologize for what he had said. And it took twice that amount to try and take the focus of his thoughts off of Relena and back to work. Everything was getting so complicated. He had no idea what to do. He turned around and fell backwards onto the couch. He needed to rest a bit. At least to think some stuff through.
Her body lay on the sheet of silk beneath her, eyes closed, hair flowing around her head like a golden halo. Silently it is, so untouched, so undisturbed. The rays of the moon shone through unto her soft face. At times you would believe her to be floating. Untouchable in the sea, oblivious to her surroundings. She was what anyone would call luscious. Beautiful pale skin covered every inch of her, though parts of it were hidden by garments of loose cotton. Relena was perfect-no- she was a goddess. No other could even come close to her. In sweet dream she lies, forever in her dream.
Relena had been so tired that she had practically fainted on her bed the second it came within falling distance. From about 8 o'clock, Relena had been dreaming of something magical. Somewhere in her sleep she realized that she wasn't alone. She could feel something warm cover her body as soft lips came in contact with hers. She kissed the lips, not caring who's they were. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she starred back into the most gorgeous blue eyes she had every encountered.
The mouth of the boy moved away from her face and crept toward her ear, "I love you," the voice spoke huskily. "I desire you. I need you. I want you. Be with me." Relena's eyes focused immediately, but it was too late, all she could see was the back of the retreating intruder.
"Come back to me. I will be waiting for you-always and forever," Relena breathed out. She turned over onto her stomach and began to cry furious tears into her pillow.
When Heero finally laid down in his bed, he did what he had never done in his life-he cried. They were small, almost non-existent drops of salty water, but the gesture was what was really important. He hated himself. He was a weakling. A good-for-nothing, washed up, helplessly in love with Relena, Gundam pilot. It's not like he deserved her anyway. If only he wasn't what he was. If only Relena wasn't what she was. They could have been together if they had been normal, instead of being close to war with each other. Both of them wanted peace, but they each wanted it in a different way. They were separated by a boundary that was dangerous to cross. One of them would have to change. He wouldn't be able to because he was so stubborn, but under no circumstances would he let Relena change. He loved her for who she was, not some distorted likeness. Yet, he didn't want to let her slip away from him. Her voice brought him relief, her words gave him forgiveness, and her laughter, oh, he couldn't live without her laughter. It was the only thing in life that gave him purpose. He didn't care about peace. After the fighting would be over, there would be no need of him. Unless she would need him. If only.
The queen awoke with blood-shot eyes at 6 a.m. The sun shone through her white curtains and danced around on the walls. Relena had been lucky to have gotten one wink of sleep that night after her meeting with Heero. She put on her school uniform and got ready to accept Dorothy to the Sank Kingdom. She concealed the blue rings around her eyes as much as possible. She knew she couldn't show anyone from Romefeller how weak she was. In spite of Heero and all that he meant to her, she had to achieve peace, and Heero could wait until his time came. If he was willing to wait, that is. Relena walked over to her bathroom and started brushing her teeth until they were her usual pearly white self. Looking at herself in the mirror, "good," she thought, and was on her way.
A small morning breeze entered the hallway before the meeting office as a small womanly figure left through the door. Swishing her hips a bit as she moved, Relena walked over to the little picket fence outside the building. Gazing over the horizon, she let her eyes drop a bit. Dorothy was a big pain in the ass. Smart, sure, but obviously she was fighting for the wrong cause, in accordance to her own beliefs. But Relena was calm, and tried to ignore Dorothy's remarks of her love of war. What did it matter? If it were the right thing to do, Relena would definitely be the first in line to do it. As if Relena was under a trance, she slowly started to step over the fence to the other side where the edge of a dangerously high cliff ended abruptly. Her hands were behind her, grasping at the fence while her body eased forward. "What will happen if I let go?" she thought. "Would they miss me? Maybe I should jump. There isn't any harm. It's not like my life is worth anything to anyone." Relena's fingers loosened their grip, and her body fell forward, arms spread at her sides like wings. The feeling was so free. She had jinxed herself once again because as soon as the thought was out, she could feel a strong arm wrap around her waist, and violently pull her up.
"What are you doing?" a harsh voice yelled in to her ear.
Eyes still closed, she replied, "Seeing if anyone will notice when I'm gone."
"Are you crazy?"
"What's the point of living if you see what you do with life. This war won't stop anything. People cannot be at peace. It is impossible."
"That's not true. You just have to keep believing in it. You're stronger than this. Life is a wonderful gift."
"No. Death is."
"If you mean suicide, that's just an escape. You can't truly say that there is nothing in life to live for."
"Life is eternal suffering. What's there to like?"
"Love." At this Relena's eyes flew open.
"I have never felt love. I have had a very short time with my family so it's not like I have felt that kind of love."
"One needs only to love, to be loved is only achieved when someone else is blessed with loving that person."
"How would you know? Have you ever loved anyone, oh wise one? Tell me, who has blessed you by giving you the ability to love?" Relena smirked at him. "Loving yourself doesn't count. I don't like being the barer of bad news, but I had to let you in on that. But you know what else, I don't think it's possible for you to love," Relena spoke cruelly, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"Sorry to disappoint you, fair maiden with golden hair, but I have loved you from the day I saw you. Not like you would care, of course. Or would you?" With this, Heero turned the surprise-stricken Relena in his arms and kissed her softly. Letting her go, he faced away from her and walked away.
Disclaimer: I don't own GW, so don't sue me.
Romeo & Juliet
Chapter 3
Heero walked into his room at around midnight. He was tired from his long day. Not because it was physically demanding, but just because it took all his strength not to call Relena and apologize for what he had said. And it took twice that amount to try and take the focus of his thoughts off of Relena and back to work. Everything was getting so complicated. He had no idea what to do. He turned around and fell backwards onto the couch. He needed to rest a bit. At least to think some stuff through.
Her body lay on the sheet of silk beneath her, eyes closed, hair flowing around her head like a golden halo. Silently it is, so untouched, so undisturbed. The rays of the moon shone through unto her soft face. At times you would believe her to be floating. Untouchable in the sea, oblivious to her surroundings. She was what anyone would call luscious. Beautiful pale skin covered every inch of her, though parts of it were hidden by garments of loose cotton. Relena was perfect-no- she was a goddess. No other could even come close to her. In sweet dream she lies, forever in her dream.
Relena had been so tired that she had practically fainted on her bed the second it came within falling distance. From about 8 o'clock, Relena had been dreaming of something magical. Somewhere in her sleep she realized that she wasn't alone. She could feel something warm cover her body as soft lips came in contact with hers. She kissed the lips, not caring who's they were. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she starred back into the most gorgeous blue eyes she had every encountered.
The mouth of the boy moved away from her face and crept toward her ear, "I love you," the voice spoke huskily. "I desire you. I need you. I want you. Be with me." Relena's eyes focused immediately, but it was too late, all she could see was the back of the retreating intruder.
"Come back to me. I will be waiting for you-always and forever," Relena breathed out. She turned over onto her stomach and began to cry furious tears into her pillow.
When Heero finally laid down in his bed, he did what he had never done in his life-he cried. They were small, almost non-existent drops of salty water, but the gesture was what was really important. He hated himself. He was a weakling. A good-for-nothing, washed up, helplessly in love with Relena, Gundam pilot. It's not like he deserved her anyway. If only he wasn't what he was. If only Relena wasn't what she was. They could have been together if they had been normal, instead of being close to war with each other. Both of them wanted peace, but they each wanted it in a different way. They were separated by a boundary that was dangerous to cross. One of them would have to change. He wouldn't be able to because he was so stubborn, but under no circumstances would he let Relena change. He loved her for who she was, not some distorted likeness. Yet, he didn't want to let her slip away from him. Her voice brought him relief, her words gave him forgiveness, and her laughter, oh, he couldn't live without her laughter. It was the only thing in life that gave him purpose. He didn't care about peace. After the fighting would be over, there would be no need of him. Unless she would need him. If only.
The queen awoke with blood-shot eyes at 6 a.m. The sun shone through her white curtains and danced around on the walls. Relena had been lucky to have gotten one wink of sleep that night after her meeting with Heero. She put on her school uniform and got ready to accept Dorothy to the Sank Kingdom. She concealed the blue rings around her eyes as much as possible. She knew she couldn't show anyone from Romefeller how weak she was. In spite of Heero and all that he meant to her, she had to achieve peace, and Heero could wait until his time came. If he was willing to wait, that is. Relena walked over to her bathroom and started brushing her teeth until they were her usual pearly white self. Looking at herself in the mirror, "good," she thought, and was on her way.
A small morning breeze entered the hallway before the meeting office as a small womanly figure left through the door. Swishing her hips a bit as she moved, Relena walked over to the little picket fence outside the building. Gazing over the horizon, she let her eyes drop a bit. Dorothy was a big pain in the ass. Smart, sure, but obviously she was fighting for the wrong cause, in accordance to her own beliefs. But Relena was calm, and tried to ignore Dorothy's remarks of her love of war. What did it matter? If it were the right thing to do, Relena would definitely be the first in line to do it. As if Relena was under a trance, she slowly started to step over the fence to the other side where the edge of a dangerously high cliff ended abruptly. Her hands were behind her, grasping at the fence while her body eased forward. "What will happen if I let go?" she thought. "Would they miss me? Maybe I should jump. There isn't any harm. It's not like my life is worth anything to anyone." Relena's fingers loosened their grip, and her body fell forward, arms spread at her sides like wings. The feeling was so free. She had jinxed herself once again because as soon as the thought was out, she could feel a strong arm wrap around her waist, and violently pull her up.
"What are you doing?" a harsh voice yelled in to her ear.
Eyes still closed, she replied, "Seeing if anyone will notice when I'm gone."
"Are you crazy?"
"What's the point of living if you see what you do with life. This war won't stop anything. People cannot be at peace. It is impossible."
"That's not true. You just have to keep believing in it. You're stronger than this. Life is a wonderful gift."
"No. Death is."
"If you mean suicide, that's just an escape. You can't truly say that there is nothing in life to live for."
"Life is eternal suffering. What's there to like?"
"Love." At this Relena's eyes flew open.
"I have never felt love. I have had a very short time with my family so it's not like I have felt that kind of love."
"One needs only to love, to be loved is only achieved when someone else is blessed with loving that person."
"How would you know? Have you ever loved anyone, oh wise one? Tell me, who has blessed you by giving you the ability to love?" Relena smirked at him. "Loving yourself doesn't count. I don't like being the barer of bad news, but I had to let you in on that. But you know what else, I don't think it's possible for you to love," Relena spoke cruelly, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"Sorry to disappoint you, fair maiden with golden hair, but I have loved you from the day I saw you. Not like you would care, of course. Or would you?" With this, Heero turned the surprise-stricken Relena in his arms and kissed her softly. Letting her go, he faced away from her and walked away.