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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Sorry this part is so short T-T

Wings of Last Impression

Part 6

Again and again, she kept seeing that fallen face, she kept caressing his cheeks. Those wild Prussian eyes darted back and forth in confusion in her mind. Relena tossed and turned throughout her whole nap, and unknown to herself, someone was watching her. Heero leaned in his chair as she uttered 'Heero' throughout her sleep. Who is he? Is he someone important? He had heard the man Duo Maxwell and his woman talk about the same Heero a few moments ago before he sneaked upstairs.

"Were they referring to me?" Heero asked aloud, "Am I the one named Heero, and not Odin Lowe, Jr.?"

A sharp pain ran through his brain, and he clutched at his head wildly, grinding his teeth. Those fools at the lab wouldn't dare lie to me, for I've seen my own strength in those tests they run! All of my "duties," my missions, are always the same. Gather some mecha parts in various salvage yards in various colonies. To what purpose does Reiya Barton have for me?

Heero broke free from his thoughts as the woman in front of him sat up straight and gasped for air. Her slender fingers clutched tightly at the blankets around her. Eyes were wide and fear mingled within them. Heero sat back in the chair, regarding her actions.

"Are you alright?"

"I should be asking you that question, Odin," Relena said, looking down at her hands.

"No need to worry about me, I'm fine."

Heavy footsteps could be heard as a man shouted.

"Relena! Relena!"

"Montel?" Relena asked herself.

Her guess was confirmed as she saw his black hair and worried gray eyes.

"Relena, Hilde told me that you wouldn't be able to make it in time, and that you were terribly exhausted. Are you alright?" Montel asked.

"I'm fine, Montel, really. I just felt that. . . vacation. . . was in order, that's all," she said, biting her lips. "I'm sorry that I've ruined our dinner, also."

"It's alright, Hilde offered to make dinner for us, a special Valentine's dinner. That would be better than any fancy restaurant anyway," he said.

"Yes, that sounds fine," Relena said, sighing. She caught sight of Heero, and remembered that he was there. "Would you like to attend dinner with us? Please? Really, Odin, you are in no condition to go anywhere."

"I-I really have to get back. . . " Heero said, faltering.

"I demand your presence, Odin Lowe, Jr., and I will not take 'no' for an answer!"

"If you insist, I shall honor your request, madam," Heero said, getting up and walking through the door.

"Strange man," Montel commented, "Is he a friend of yours, Relena?"

"A friend?" she whispered softly to herself. 'Someone who tried to kill me several times, someone who tore my heart out and rip it to shreds every time I see him. . . is that a friend? Or a lost cause for loving someone so deeply as him that it hurts me so much. . . is that a friend?'

"An acquaintance," she said after a while.

"I'll leave you so you may get more sleep, if desired. I'll see you downstairs in a few hours," Montel said, getting up and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Take care to not overwork yourself," he said before he stepped out of the room.

"Overwork myself in what, Montel? In hoping for the impossible? In hoping to finally settle the hungry ghost in my heart? Why am I so pessimistic all of a sudden? Got to get out of this mood!" Relena walked out from the room and into the bathroom across the hall.

She gave herself a good scrub down as she replayed the earlier events in her mind. What was going on within Heero to make him so... weak... all of a sudden. 'He is fine now,' she chided herself. 'No need in overworking that brain of yours trying to play pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey in the dark.' Sighing as she opened the door, she didn't notice Heero standing there, wide-eyed as she bumped into him. A faint blush tainted her cheeks as she fumbled with her hands. Heero stood there in awkward silence.

"I'm sorry, Odin, I should have been looking to where I was stepping to," she said, breaking the ice.

"It's my fault, also," Heero said.

"You are still coming to dinner, right?"

"Yes, at your request, I shall--"

"You're making me sound like I forced you or something!"

"Well..."

"I'm sorry... It seems like I've been saying that phrase a bit too much today. I don't know what's wrong with me lately," Relena said, embarrassed that she shared such a thought with Heero. 'Like he'd care, anyway,' she reminded herself.

"I'm s-sor-ry, too, for all the trouble I've put you and Hilde through," Heero said as he stepped back, wondering why the word "sorry" got stuck in his throat.

"Excuse me, Odin, but I've really got to get dressed for dinner," Relena said, breaking into his thoughts.

"Ah, go ahead... sorry," Heero muttered as he stepped aside. Relena accidentally brushed against Heero's body, which became rigid and soft at the same time.

"GOD! I'm really sorry again..." Relena said, tears filling her eyes as she retreated to her room.

Touching him like that, even if it was an accident, aroused that same feeling of excitement. Yet, it also stirred about emotions of loneliness and longing. Relena had shut her door before Heero had been able to reach for her. Heero shook his head in confusion as he closed the bathroom door. Why did I want to go after her like that? I barely know her! Heero felt dizzy again as a sharp pain fuzzied his surroundings. Gripping on tight to the edge of the sink, Heero gasped for air and control of his body. Damnit, what the hell's happening to me!?

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