Disclaimer: I don't own GW, and I'm getting nothing but a kick and a head ache from this, so there is no need to SUE. Seems like that is what everyone is turning to nowadays. . .
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Wings of Last Impression
The rainbow sky lit works of fire one after the other. Colors of sunset, of dusk, of the desert, of the deep oceans, of rare jewels, of the heavens above seeped their way through the night. Jovial laughter, music, singing, and chaotic joy greeted the ears of Relena Darlian. The woman of twenty absently smoothed her honey brown hair, smiling at those who stared at her and called to her. She nodded rather blindly as her ever-watchful eyes searched for a mop of brown hair, for stern features that in time drove her heart wild with passion. A passion never to be felt by anyone, she thought sadly.
'Heero,' she uttered silently in her mind, the image of his face overflowing her thoughts.
Heero jerked a bit as he walked stiffly through the crowd. His appearance had changed since his fighting days. Now, his hair took on a deep mossy green color, having well-toned muscles, and standing much taller. The ladies that had gathered at the ceremony now stared open-mouthed at Heero. The only thing that stayed the same was his glare and his cold Prussian eyes. As Heero brushed by, the ladies murmured silently amongst themselves, catching their breath and sighing. 'How I let Duo drag me here is beyond me,' he thought grimly as he passed another group of young ladies who repeated the last action of the first group. He stared down at the ridiculous outfit Duo bought and forced him to wear. Heero wore a white tux with a baby blue silk shirt underneath the white vest. Silver cuffs played with the glowing lights. As the night grew on the world, Heero had shed his jacket and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, rolling the sleeves up a bit above his elbow.
"Oi, Heero! Over here!" Duo's voice shouted to him amongst the throng of girls.
"Ladies, I want you to meet my best friend, Heero Yuy," Duo said, flashing a forgive-me-they-made-me-ask-or-else grin.
Staring intently at Duo, Heero turned his head towards the closest voice. His eyes traveled upon a girl of nineteen, who hungrily met his gaze. He eyed the girl's heart-shaped face, which was framed elegantly with auburn hair.
"Hi, Heero, my name is Rose. I've heard much about you in the past and the day has finally come that I get to meet the pilot of a Gundam! I mean, besides Duo here. You're really hot," she babbled, drawing a look of annoyance already from Heero. The other girls pouted as Rose intertwined her arms through Heero's, who was about ready to kill Duo for even suggesting to come to the festival in the Cinq Kingdom. Duo drew the other girls' attention away with his charm and smiles, leaving Heero alone with Rose. Rose spoke non-stop and smiled broadly at every girl she passed as she looked adoringly in Heero's eyes. 'She's insufferable,' Heero thought silently, almost welcoming Duo's company to drag him away somewhere. Rose swiveled Heero around as her name was called by a girl friend of hers. She clung on tight to his arm as the other girl eyed Heero. His face was emotionless, his Prussian eyes glazed over, but inside he was formulating an escape from the girl's grasp. Heero saw his chance as his eyes fell upon a familiar face, apparently searching for someone.
Their gazes met in an instant, through all the noise, showers of light and sparks, and the buzz of festivity. It broke as soon as she carefully picked her way through the crowd, being careful to not let a conversation last more than a minute.
'Relena.'
'Heero.'
Relena stood there, her elbow-length satin-gloved hands resting in front of her. Her usually down hair was in a gentle upsweep, loose strands of hair in curls. Relena grew out of the frilly and short dresses to an elegant sleeveless dress, hugging her every curve. Heero surprised himself by prying out of Rose's protesting grasp and offered a hand towards Relena. This also surprised Relena, but she took it anyhow as she saw Rose clinging for dear life to him. She smirked to herself as she heard foot stomping, being lead anywhere by the man that intrigued and beguiled her from the beginning.
"Thank you," the deep soothing voice said besides her.
"No problem, Mister Heero Yuy," she returned.
Heero thought Relena was going to talk on and on like all the other girls, but she kept quiet, a thoughtful expression upon her slender eyebrows. He appreciated the silence Relena offered him, and stared straight ahead. A quiet and secluded spot atop a balcony found the walking pair, sheltering them from all of humanity; except from themselves. "Heero, it's been a while since I last saw-"Heero held up a finger to her lips, silencing her. The touch of soft flesh wrought havoc in Heero's body. He quickly removed the finger and stepped back, hiding in the shadows. Relena stared at him wide-eyed, then offering him a small smile. Heero turned away from Relena, the moon highlighting his back.
"Heero-"
"What is it now, Relena?" he suddenly growled at her.
Relena's eyes went wide, her hands shaking and her body trembling.
"Why must it be this way, Heero? Why can't you for once open up, even if it were just for a sliver of a second? The war is over, in case you haven't noticed! Look at all those beautiful people, celebrating the beginnings of a new future. Why can't you for once be one of them and celebrate in honesty? Why must you deny your human nature?!" Relena yelled, almost surprised that she was pissed more than anything else. A weary sigh escaped her lips as she automatically lifted her hands to her temple, unable to contain her loneliness anymore.
Heero flinched as she sighed, one that he has never heard of this caliber before. He closed his eyes and stood there, unmoving. He could stand the battle, he could stand his enemies; he could stand Duo for an endless amount of time. He has stood against everything that came up against him, but he didn't want to loose her hope and belief in his humanity. Sighing, Heero turned around to find Relena leaning stoically against the wall.
Heero walked quietly towards Relena, gathering her in his arms. She immediately looked up at Heero, holding tight to his form. Heero walked out from the balcony and through the sliding glass door, the plush carpet hushing his footsteps. Placing Relena on the bed, he stood, watching her. Relena pushed herself up and questioned Heero with her eyes. He gently lowered his hands towards her face, his hands hovering above her face. Then her hands went out to trace his face lovingly, something she wished to do for so long. Her fingertips gently brushed against his lips, sending jolts into his body as well as hers.
Relena stopped herself before anything else went further than necessary. Did she really want that passion she felt that drove her all through the course of that terrible war? What is it that I feel now for Heero, Relena asked herself. Heero placed himself on the bed after a while, and she was drawn from her thoughts as she felt his eyes burning into her. They sat silently from across each other, doing their best to acknowledge each other's presence.
"How can I help you, Heero? How can I?" Relena asked herself quietly.
Heero drew closer to her, enclosing Relena in his arms.
"I'm here for you. . . to help. . . as I've done to so many others. . ."
Dawn crept in silently, illuminating the giant bedroom. Heero was already up and about. Relena was still asleep, the sheets wrapped around her. He walked up to her and kissed her forehead gently. Once more, he let his eyes drink in the glow of new sun playing with her delicate features. Before Heero straightened up, he whispered softly in her ears.
"Sorry, Relena."
A lone small tear trailed its way down his cheeks and fell onto Relena's lips. Her lips moved at the new invasion, but she never woke up. Heero turned away and stalked out of the room, never turning back once. He hung his head low as he exited the kingdom, not knowing if he was going to live or going to die the next minute. 'I am still needed elsewhere, Relena, the things I have done and still capable to do are not even close in comparison to what you have achieved. Understand that the paths and approaches I take are not viewed in compassionate regard in your eyes. You deserve someone like yourself. You wouldn't want a killer of millions to accompany you for the rest of your life. I can not hurt you any further. It hurts me.'
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I'm sorry-no, I'm not sorry-if the charas are OOCky. Please e-mail if you have any comments or flames.
