Romeo & Juliet-Gundam Style
Chapter 4
"Where's Relena, I have a surprise for her. Tell her to meet me in the study," Milliardo spoke. He sat at his big oak desk that nearly took up all of the space in his rather large table. A chair was put across from the towering man for his guests. It was small for a reason. He wanted all who entered his room to feel that he was superior to them. Like a god upon Mt. Olympus. Milliardo stared out his window that spanned half the room.
"You wished to speak with me?" Relena's voice came from behind.
"Yes. Please, sit sister. I have arranged a little evening for you tonight."
"Not another ball, I'm sick of talking to all those people."
"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of a, how should I put this, a date."
A wide grin came over the girl's face as she pondered her question, "With who, if it isn't a secret?"
"Why of course not. You do remember Sir Charles Kinton, don't you? Well, he has come for a meeting with the ambassador and has also requested to see you."
"Oh," Relena replied indifferently as her hopes of her date being Heero left from her mind to assume their usual place in the back of her head. "Always the foolish one you are, Relena," she mocked herself.
"You don't seem happy. You don't have to go if it bothers your schedule."
"No, I would love to go." Knowing how much her brother wanted to please her, Relena didn't want to through his hard work away. "To what time should I be ready?"
"He said that he will be at the door at 7."
"That's great."
"There's one more thing. I'm going to leave tomorrow. I'm not sure when I'll be back. But if I don't see you in the morning, then I guess this is goodbye."
"I'm sure you'll see me tonight."
"We'll see," he replied with a hint of a grin on his face.
"Okay. Bye then." Relena slowly retreated from the room. Her brother must really like the guy to think that Relena would be out with him for long, especially if he was going to let her stay with him. Relena shook it off; she would probably be home by 10, as usual.
Walking up the stairs to her room, she tried to remember Charlie. He was nice, cute at times, but very possessive; actually, more like greedy. He had soft red hair with a hint of brown. He was very debonair. Everything the Heero wasn't, not that it mattered. All Relena wanted was someone who saw her mind before her body. And as it slowly turned out to be, Heero was just like that.
Opening her door, she stepped over to her walk-in closet to find something to wear. She picked up a deep blue slip and tossed it aside. Going farther into her realm of forgotten gowns. It had been a while since she had gone on a real date. To be honest, she didn't really want to go, but it wasn't like she had anything better to do.
Near the end of the little room, Relena took out a jade-colored flower print dress. It had one strap that crossed from her right side over to her left shoulder. It was long and flowing around her ankles. The flowers were black lilies. Two black crystals adorned her ears. Making her hair into braids, she rapped them into a nice tidy bun at the back of her head. The girl slowly observed herself in the mirror. She frowned slightly, why was she doing this? "Because you need it, stupid. You can't just sit on your ass all your life and expect prince charming to ride up in his chariot and sweep you away into a fairy-tale kingdom. That's not reality, that's false hope. And even if it were possible, it would be more like the perfect soldier flying down in his gundam to take you away to some abandoned colony that would swallow you up until you couldn't breath. You shouldn't even think about it," she told herself. Relena looked herself over in the mirror once again, and backed out of her room.
After a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. Pagan answered it, "Miss Relena, Mr. Kinton is here for you."
"Thank you Pagan," she glanced at the old man who had been with her from time was time. She addressed her date, "Hello Mr. Kinton, how are you this evening?"
"Oh, please call me Charlie, and I am doing extremely well now that you are here to brighten up my night."
The girl blushed, used to flattery, but just not to accepting it gracefully, "I'm sure that it is the other way around, but lets just settle with the fact that we brighten up each other."
"I can handle that." The man gently took her hand and led her out the house to his car. It was a BMW, black as night, but very stylish and it showed off power. She sat down in the car. She almost didn't hear the ignition start, and as they drove off, Relena saw the faint glow of the moon in the rearview mirror. She wondered where they were going, but then remembered that she didn't plan to enjoy herself. Like always she would put on a dazzling performance, enough to fool her date, anyway. But on the inside she could care less. This man was just like all the others. He wanted control over her, and over the Sank Kingdom. But wanting wasn't prohibited; it's receiving that was. Life sucked and she knew it. She should have jumped. Of course that would be all too easy. Relena knew that if death came, it would be painful and miserable because she would have died alone, without feeling even once the feel of a man holding her, caressing her like a little child. It would be terrible to never have that, even if it was for a brief moment in time. That's all she really wanted, just once.
Heero sat by the window, looking up at the sinister sky above him. Almost no stars were visible due to the bright city lights, but he saw the moon. Everlasting and enchanting-like love, like Relena. His princess. Closing his eyes, he leaned back against the wall, "Thou art most beautiful. If thou was mine, the world would be jealous and say nay in protest, but it would be too late, for I would posses thee, and the world wouldn't matter to me, as if it has disappeared, with all its idiots and drunkards, to leave me alone with such a presence that no one else can have, no one else can bring such joy amidst all my pain," he thought, taking one last look at the fair orb hanging over him. Softly he spoke, as if it was a secret between him and the moon, "Only with you, Relena, only with you." The boy got up and started for the Peacecraft mansion, soon what he spoke would be heard by her, his angel of war. She would love him and need him, even if he had to beg her because there wasn't a way in hell that Heero would survive a day longer without her touch. She would bring him peace, at least in his God forsaken heart. If he had one, anyway.
The boy crept from his room, and down the flight of stairs to the exit. He slowly mounted his motorcycle and drove down the lonely streak of highway to his destination. The road was so quiet that Heero almost felt bad for disturbing the serenity with his motor, but he smirked it off-it wasn't like he had a conscience, and now was no time to get one.
Chapter 4
"Where's Relena, I have a surprise for her. Tell her to meet me in the study," Milliardo spoke. He sat at his big oak desk that nearly took up all of the space in his rather large table. A chair was put across from the towering man for his guests. It was small for a reason. He wanted all who entered his room to feel that he was superior to them. Like a god upon Mt. Olympus. Milliardo stared out his window that spanned half the room.
"You wished to speak with me?" Relena's voice came from behind.
"Yes. Please, sit sister. I have arranged a little evening for you tonight."
"Not another ball, I'm sick of talking to all those people."
"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of a, how should I put this, a date."
A wide grin came over the girl's face as she pondered her question, "With who, if it isn't a secret?"
"Why of course not. You do remember Sir Charles Kinton, don't you? Well, he has come for a meeting with the ambassador and has also requested to see you."
"Oh," Relena replied indifferently as her hopes of her date being Heero left from her mind to assume their usual place in the back of her head. "Always the foolish one you are, Relena," she mocked herself.
"You don't seem happy. You don't have to go if it bothers your schedule."
"No, I would love to go." Knowing how much her brother wanted to please her, Relena didn't want to through his hard work away. "To what time should I be ready?"
"He said that he will be at the door at 7."
"That's great."
"There's one more thing. I'm going to leave tomorrow. I'm not sure when I'll be back. But if I don't see you in the morning, then I guess this is goodbye."
"I'm sure you'll see me tonight."
"We'll see," he replied with a hint of a grin on his face.
"Okay. Bye then." Relena slowly retreated from the room. Her brother must really like the guy to think that Relena would be out with him for long, especially if he was going to let her stay with him. Relena shook it off; she would probably be home by 10, as usual.
Walking up the stairs to her room, she tried to remember Charlie. He was nice, cute at times, but very possessive; actually, more like greedy. He had soft red hair with a hint of brown. He was very debonair. Everything the Heero wasn't, not that it mattered. All Relena wanted was someone who saw her mind before her body. And as it slowly turned out to be, Heero was just like that.
Opening her door, she stepped over to her walk-in closet to find something to wear. She picked up a deep blue slip and tossed it aside. Going farther into her realm of forgotten gowns. It had been a while since she had gone on a real date. To be honest, she didn't really want to go, but it wasn't like she had anything better to do.
Near the end of the little room, Relena took out a jade-colored flower print dress. It had one strap that crossed from her right side over to her left shoulder. It was long and flowing around her ankles. The flowers were black lilies. Two black crystals adorned her ears. Making her hair into braids, she rapped them into a nice tidy bun at the back of her head. The girl slowly observed herself in the mirror. She frowned slightly, why was she doing this? "Because you need it, stupid. You can't just sit on your ass all your life and expect prince charming to ride up in his chariot and sweep you away into a fairy-tale kingdom. That's not reality, that's false hope. And even if it were possible, it would be more like the perfect soldier flying down in his gundam to take you away to some abandoned colony that would swallow you up until you couldn't breath. You shouldn't even think about it," she told herself. Relena looked herself over in the mirror once again, and backed out of her room.
After a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. Pagan answered it, "Miss Relena, Mr. Kinton is here for you."
"Thank you Pagan," she glanced at the old man who had been with her from time was time. She addressed her date, "Hello Mr. Kinton, how are you this evening?"
"Oh, please call me Charlie, and I am doing extremely well now that you are here to brighten up my night."
The girl blushed, used to flattery, but just not to accepting it gracefully, "I'm sure that it is the other way around, but lets just settle with the fact that we brighten up each other."
"I can handle that." The man gently took her hand and led her out the house to his car. It was a BMW, black as night, but very stylish and it showed off power. She sat down in the car. She almost didn't hear the ignition start, and as they drove off, Relena saw the faint glow of the moon in the rearview mirror. She wondered where they were going, but then remembered that she didn't plan to enjoy herself. Like always she would put on a dazzling performance, enough to fool her date, anyway. But on the inside she could care less. This man was just like all the others. He wanted control over her, and over the Sank Kingdom. But wanting wasn't prohibited; it's receiving that was. Life sucked and she knew it. She should have jumped. Of course that would be all too easy. Relena knew that if death came, it would be painful and miserable because she would have died alone, without feeling even once the feel of a man holding her, caressing her like a little child. It would be terrible to never have that, even if it was for a brief moment in time. That's all she really wanted, just once.
Heero sat by the window, looking up at the sinister sky above him. Almost no stars were visible due to the bright city lights, but he saw the moon. Everlasting and enchanting-like love, like Relena. His princess. Closing his eyes, he leaned back against the wall, "Thou art most beautiful. If thou was mine, the world would be jealous and say nay in protest, but it would be too late, for I would posses thee, and the world wouldn't matter to me, as if it has disappeared, with all its idiots and drunkards, to leave me alone with such a presence that no one else can have, no one else can bring such joy amidst all my pain," he thought, taking one last look at the fair orb hanging over him. Softly he spoke, as if it was a secret between him and the moon, "Only with you, Relena, only with you." The boy got up and started for the Peacecraft mansion, soon what he spoke would be heard by her, his angel of war. She would love him and need him, even if he had to beg her because there wasn't a way in hell that Heero would survive a day longer without her touch. She would bring him peace, at least in his God forsaken heart. If he had one, anyway.
The boy crept from his room, and down the flight of stairs to the exit. He slowly mounted his motorcycle and drove down the lonely streak of highway to his destination. The road was so quiet that Heero almost felt bad for disturbing the serenity with his motor, but he smirked it off-it wasn't like he had a conscience, and now was no time to get one.