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Romeo & Juliet-Gundam Wing
Chapter 8
It was getting late as Relena got ready to go to bed. She brushed her hair and looked at her reflection. Her skin was an off-white color. She had gone pale since her date with Heero. Zechs had been trying to convince her to go with Charles to various events as her date. She of course, had fought with him, and drew mostly on his previous promise. He argued that he didn't see anyone in a relationship with her, so he had assumed that she had changed her mind about seeing the man. She couldn't tell him that she loved Heero or else he would do no less than disown her, so she just told him that she wasn't ready to open her heart to anyone after her disaster with her `previous love.'
She put down her brush and looked deep into her mirror and the eyes that peered back at her. A shadow passed behind her and she raised her gaze to above her head. She was strained to take a deep breath at the sight in the glass that appeared above her. The chair swiveled as she turned her body around to face her caller. "What are you doing here?" Relena asked the tall silhouette in the corner of her bedroom. It seemed as though Heero had finally returned to his casual sneaking-into-her-private-quarters routine. It wouldn't have surprised her as much except for the fact that she hadn't had contact with him in over a week. She assumed that he was off fighting the world again, but she subconsciously suspected that he had changed his mind about them.
"I came to wish you good night," an enigmatic smile touched the corner of his mouth. "Have you missed me?"
Relena's face turned to a thrilled expression. She swiftly stood up and went to him, kissed him lightly, and rapped her arms around his neck. "No. I haven't even thought about you, to be honest," she said sardonically. "Why haven't you come to me?" her fingers weaving gently through his hair.
"I have been away. I couldn't risk coming here for the past week. But trust me, my mission was worth it. I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't important to me." His long slender fingers ran up and down her arms as he smiled at her. "I've missed you a lot and thought of you every free moment that I had. I wanted so much to run my hands through your hair, to look into your eyes, but my objectives just couldn't wait, so I had to tend to them first. But now I'm free for awhile and I'm at your disposal till I get another order from the professors." He bent his head down slowly in an attempt to kiss her.
"Hmm," Relena let her arms drop and she stepped away from her soldier. "Tell me, do you love your missions more than me? I know I'm not exciting or dangerous as they are, but it is still possible to love me. Or at least I hope. So do you?" her soft eyes were full of hope, searching his face, trying to find the words that she wanted to hear.
"Of course I love you. You should know that, I've-," Heero was cut of by a disappointed Relena who started to rephrase her question, desperately wanting the correct reply.
"No Heero. Do you love your missions more than me?"
There was a long pause and Relena almost let the question drop when Heero sighed heavily, "How can you ask me that?" and a small tremble came to his voice. "Why does it matter? We are happy like this. I don't love my missions, but I will choose them over love, over you. They are my life. They are more important than mere feelings. I will die and all my emotions will be for nothing. But what I do helps others. I can't be selfish like you, and select my lust for you over mankind."
"And that's all I am to you, a stupid sentiment, a means to relieve yourself when you need to? Because that's what lust is. That's what cowards feel, Heero. They're just too afraid to commit to anything else. You're not that. You have love in your heart. Why must you pretend not to? Why must you be ashamed?" Relena's eyes filled up with salty tears, and she didn't even try to hide it.
I am not ashamed of anything. Certainly not you. But don't even try to claim that you know anything about me. I have just discovered love, but I do not plan on figuring out how to care about my interests above all else. I know I feel love, but that does not make me proud. Love is nothing special. I don't understand why you're making such a big deal about it. Now that I think about it, I'm being selfish by seeing you. Your life is being put in jeopardy by me even stepping foot on these grounds. Don't be expecting to see me any more unless extremely necessary."
"What are you saying? If you leave me now, you're leaving love. You're throwing away the one time in your life that you've felt compassion for another living creature. I can't live without you, and I don't intend to try. Every day you'll see that I'm right. That if you leave, it'll be the biggest mistake you've ever made. Soon it will get harder and harder to run away from your feelings, from your heart. Just think about that before you start tossing around your careless words. I can't promise to always be here. I won't wait forever for you to realize you need me. I can shut-off my affection in the same manor that you can. I don't have to feel love, either, so don't think it's your personal talent. It would make things so much easier if it was, but it's not. Consider the following words because as it seems, they will be the last I will ever say to you, don't lie to yourself. That is the stupidest thing anyone can do, everything else has no comparison to that. Remember that."
Heero looked at the floor and a sudden wave of infuriation and frustration flooded through him. His eyes narrowed on her figure as spoke, "I will remember your words, and laugh at their childishness for the rest of my days. You're naive and ignorant to the fact that everyone's life is different from your own. Speak for yourself, not for others, then maybe more people will listen to you." With the last word, he strode out of her room, shoulders drawn back to show that he was the winner, that he had come out gloriously from his final battle with her. A gentle smirk escaped his throat as he closed her balcony. "Goodbye love, it was nice knowing what you feel like, but now it's time to come back to earth and real life. You knew it wouldn't last for long. Nothing does."
Relena laid down on the cool floor. Her body huddled up into a tight little ball. Her chest heaved in short forced breaths, almost like she needed to tell herself to inhale and exhale. A small chill ran down her spine and she started to shiver uncontrollably. She looked at her hands, turning them this way and that. "Such ugly hands, crowned by scarier fingers. What happened to you? You used to be nice, gentle. Now you're just weaklings. You couldn't even hold on to the most important thing you will ever have. You won't have another chance to cradle him anymore. Useless hands. Ugly hands." With that thought plaguing her dreams, she slept in an unnerved state of being. Afraid that she had lost everything, she felt that she was falling, deeper and deeper into an endless darkness. And she welcomed the darkness, welcomed the feeling of oblivion that circled inside her mind. Anything was better than living in a world where Heero existed but did not love her. If he didn't love her, who would? No one that mattered to her. No one that made her heart beat with an exhilarating speed and rhythm. There was only one person like that, but it was too late for love. Too late for regretting her words, too late to take them back. Being diplomatic she was supposed to know how to talk, but there were times when she needed to listen as well. For some reason, she never came to listening. Knowing that she was right, she forgot to take the time to listen to the reasoning of the people that she was trying to help. The problem with that was that she wasn't always right, and what Heero had told her was true, everyone's life was different. She couldn't base things on her own. But in a way, what she had said was real. It was more of a rule of life than a personal principle. Heero just needed time to realize that.
Disclaimer: i hope i spelled it right. NEwayz, i dont make any money, i only do it for fun. i only on my charlie dude, but he's a fruit so i'm not 2 worried about anyone taking him.
Romeo & Juliet-Gundam Wing
Chapter 8
It was getting late as Relena got ready to go to bed. She brushed her hair and looked at her reflection. Her skin was an off-white color. She had gone pale since her date with Heero. Zechs had been trying to convince her to go with Charles to various events as her date. She of course, had fought with him, and drew mostly on his previous promise. He argued that he didn't see anyone in a relationship with her, so he had assumed that she had changed her mind about seeing the man. She couldn't tell him that she loved Heero or else he would do no less than disown her, so she just told him that she wasn't ready to open her heart to anyone after her disaster with her `previous love.'
She put down her brush and looked deep into her mirror and the eyes that peered back at her. A shadow passed behind her and she raised her gaze to above her head. She was strained to take a deep breath at the sight in the glass that appeared above her. The chair swiveled as she turned her body around to face her caller. "What are you doing here?" Relena asked the tall silhouette in the corner of her bedroom. It seemed as though Heero had finally returned to his casual sneaking-into-her-private-quarters routine. It wouldn't have surprised her as much except for the fact that she hadn't had contact with him in over a week. She assumed that he was off fighting the world again, but she subconsciously suspected that he had changed his mind about them.
"I came to wish you good night," an enigmatic smile touched the corner of his mouth. "Have you missed me?"
Relena's face turned to a thrilled expression. She swiftly stood up and went to him, kissed him lightly, and rapped her arms around his neck. "No. I haven't even thought about you, to be honest," she said sardonically. "Why haven't you come to me?" her fingers weaving gently through his hair.
"I have been away. I couldn't risk coming here for the past week. But trust me, my mission was worth it. I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't important to me." His long slender fingers ran up and down her arms as he smiled at her. "I've missed you a lot and thought of you every free moment that I had. I wanted so much to run my hands through your hair, to look into your eyes, but my objectives just couldn't wait, so I had to tend to them first. But now I'm free for awhile and I'm at your disposal till I get another order from the professors." He bent his head down slowly in an attempt to kiss her.
"Hmm," Relena let her arms drop and she stepped away from her soldier. "Tell me, do you love your missions more than me? I know I'm not exciting or dangerous as they are, but it is still possible to love me. Or at least I hope. So do you?" her soft eyes were full of hope, searching his face, trying to find the words that she wanted to hear.
"Of course I love you. You should know that, I've-," Heero was cut of by a disappointed Relena who started to rephrase her question, desperately wanting the correct reply.
"No Heero. Do you love your missions more than me?"
There was a long pause and Relena almost let the question drop when Heero sighed heavily, "How can you ask me that?" and a small tremble came to his voice. "Why does it matter? We are happy like this. I don't love my missions, but I will choose them over love, over you. They are my life. They are more important than mere feelings. I will die and all my emotions will be for nothing. But what I do helps others. I can't be selfish like you, and select my lust for you over mankind."
"And that's all I am to you, a stupid sentiment, a means to relieve yourself when you need to? Because that's what lust is. That's what cowards feel, Heero. They're just too afraid to commit to anything else. You're not that. You have love in your heart. Why must you pretend not to? Why must you be ashamed?" Relena's eyes filled up with salty tears, and she didn't even try to hide it.
I am not ashamed of anything. Certainly not you. But don't even try to claim that you know anything about me. I have just discovered love, but I do not plan on figuring out how to care about my interests above all else. I know I feel love, but that does not make me proud. Love is nothing special. I don't understand why you're making such a big deal about it. Now that I think about it, I'm being selfish by seeing you. Your life is being put in jeopardy by me even stepping foot on these grounds. Don't be expecting to see me any more unless extremely necessary."
"What are you saying? If you leave me now, you're leaving love. You're throwing away the one time in your life that you've felt compassion for another living creature. I can't live without you, and I don't intend to try. Every day you'll see that I'm right. That if you leave, it'll be the biggest mistake you've ever made. Soon it will get harder and harder to run away from your feelings, from your heart. Just think about that before you start tossing around your careless words. I can't promise to always be here. I won't wait forever for you to realize you need me. I can shut-off my affection in the same manor that you can. I don't have to feel love, either, so don't think it's your personal talent. It would make things so much easier if it was, but it's not. Consider the following words because as it seems, they will be the last I will ever say to you, don't lie to yourself. That is the stupidest thing anyone can do, everything else has no comparison to that. Remember that."
Heero looked at the floor and a sudden wave of infuriation and frustration flooded through him. His eyes narrowed on her figure as spoke, "I will remember your words, and laugh at their childishness for the rest of my days. You're naive and ignorant to the fact that everyone's life is different from your own. Speak for yourself, not for others, then maybe more people will listen to you." With the last word, he strode out of her room, shoulders drawn back to show that he was the winner, that he had come out gloriously from his final battle with her. A gentle smirk escaped his throat as he closed her balcony. "Goodbye love, it was nice knowing what you feel like, but now it's time to come back to earth and real life. You knew it wouldn't last for long. Nothing does."
Relena laid down on the cool floor. Her body huddled up into a tight little ball. Her chest heaved in short forced breaths, almost like she needed to tell herself to inhale and exhale. A small chill ran down her spine and she started to shiver uncontrollably. She looked at her hands, turning them this way and that. "Such ugly hands, crowned by scarier fingers. What happened to you? You used to be nice, gentle. Now you're just weaklings. You couldn't even hold on to the most important thing you will ever have. You won't have another chance to cradle him anymore. Useless hands. Ugly hands." With that thought plaguing her dreams, she slept in an unnerved state of being. Afraid that she had lost everything, she felt that she was falling, deeper and deeper into an endless darkness. And she welcomed the darkness, welcomed the feeling of oblivion that circled inside her mind. Anything was better than living in a world where Heero existed but did not love her. If he didn't love her, who would? No one that mattered to her. No one that made her heart beat with an exhilarating speed and rhythm. There was only one person like that, but it was too late for love. Too late for regretting her words, too late to take them back. Being diplomatic she was supposed to know how to talk, but there were times when she needed to listen as well. For some reason, she never came to listening. Knowing that she was right, she forgot to take the time to listen to the reasoning of the people that she was trying to help. The problem with that was that she wasn't always right, and what Heero had told her was true, everyone's life was different. She couldn't base things on her own. But in a way, what she had said was real. It was more of a rule of life than a personal principle. Heero just needed time to realize that.