3. Can a Heart Be Mended?
"Ms. Relena, I'm so sorry," Lucrezia said, slipping out of the shadows.
I blushed scarlet abd wiped my tears on my sleeve. Pulling myself up I smiled grimly, pretending to be thinking only thoughts of peace instead of wishing Heero had pounded Duo's head in. "It's not your fault though," I mummured.
"It isn't yours either, Ms. Relena. I'm sorry this all had to come out like this. That it couldn't wait until after the ceremony, but I guess that means nothing to you now," Lucrezia, always being the second mother to me, soothed, giving me a gentle hug.
"Maybe its a good thing, I mean I'm all for peace and Heero's all for war. Mayhap (hehe Lady Zero) this is destiny's way of showing us they we weren't meant for each other..." I cried, my mind racing and turning agansit me.
In a spilt second Noin had brought her hand across my cheek with a tiny pop.
"Snap out of it Relena. You and Heero will be together, so help me God," scolded Lucrezia.
"You're right. Thanks Noin," I responded, giving her a squeeze in return.
"Now, as the Dove of Peace it is your job to go in there and calm your guests down." Lucrezia instructed with a sharp shove. Stumbling, I was forced into the muttering crowds. My pride wounded, and all sense of how to control the fiasco that turned out to be my own wedding, I made my way up to the front.
"Relena! Father Dumass is allowing us to continue," Heero eagerly greeted me, with a black eye and a bloody lip.
I could scarcely look into those pleading cobalt blue eyes and refuse him, but I did.
"What?" Miliardo growled, pushing the groom aside and glaring at me.
"Damn it! My wedding day is ruined by some stupid article, the groom has a bloody lip and I know he'll be miserable on the honeymoon thinking about his best friend whom he hasn't made mended with yet! I will not be married today or any time soon based on the ego of my fiance! Ladies and gentlemen, your time is being wasted here! I will notify you for a new date!" I delcared, backing away from the entire scene.
"God, Relena, the man was drunk! Intoxicated beyond your wildest imagination!" roared Heero, fighting off the groomsmen that had pinned him back.
"You know why Heero? Because of you! You made him miserable! You do love each other, but not like that article claims. I know that, the people who truely matter in your life know that! Why can't you see that!" I sobbed and without needing to compose myself, fled from the room a second time. This time, I was being chased by Heero, I could hear him growing closer.
"Wait, please," he begged, grabbing my arm. He motioned to the stone bench in that back corridor. I obidently sat and allowed him to fondle me. "Calm down. What do you mean by what you said?" Heero quietly asked, after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
"I'm not marrying you Heero Yuy until your relations with Duo are at least five times better than they are now. You talk to him in public, you stop sulking around, you allow me to invite them over..." I quietly informed him.
"You don't realize how hard this is for me, do you?"snapped Heero, pushing me off his shoulder where out of habit I had laid my head.
"Hard for you? The headline all across this world is not going to read: 'Heero Yuy Clashes with Gay Lover'! I'm going to be on the front page, shown loosing it at my own wedding! People will question my compentency, reporters will be constantly taking their damn pictures and asking for comments... It's gonna be hell Heero," I protested,harldy having the enegry to motion with my arms or the will power to stop the endless tears.
For once, I enjoyed the silence that followed. I given him something to think about, something to take the embarrassment off of himself. With that, I kissed his forehead and went to face the remainder of the guests, as I knew I had to.
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It wasn't until much later that I really had time to reflect on the whole day, and what Heero really had to go through. Everytime that sympthathy for him surged through me I thought of my predicted headline and what really occured: Heero ignored his best friend who was destroyed by being fired as the best man and went out on the wedding day and got drunk only to then wander back to the church and blow the ceremony.
That's usually as far as I could get, a phone or person would interrupt and I would be swept away to the endless nightmare people call politics. I made ten public speeches throughout that following week and was flown to space a least a dozen times. I never saw my fiance, and I could only wish that he was making ammends. Yet was I ready to forgive them both, after they shattered my trust? The more time away from Heero I was spent, the more I dwelled on that one question that would make or break Heero and I's relationship forever, Could I forgive him after he ruined my wedding? The worst part was, I wasn't so sure.........
TBC
Thanx so much for the reviews!! -Lady Scythe
"Ms. Relena, I'm so sorry," Lucrezia said, slipping out of the shadows.
I blushed scarlet abd wiped my tears on my sleeve. Pulling myself up I smiled grimly, pretending to be thinking only thoughts of peace instead of wishing Heero had pounded Duo's head in. "It's not your fault though," I mummured.
"It isn't yours either, Ms. Relena. I'm sorry this all had to come out like this. That it couldn't wait until after the ceremony, but I guess that means nothing to you now," Lucrezia, always being the second mother to me, soothed, giving me a gentle hug.
"Maybe its a good thing, I mean I'm all for peace and Heero's all for war. Mayhap (hehe Lady Zero) this is destiny's way of showing us they we weren't meant for each other..." I cried, my mind racing and turning agansit me.
In a spilt second Noin had brought her hand across my cheek with a tiny pop.
"Snap out of it Relena. You and Heero will be together, so help me God," scolded Lucrezia.
"You're right. Thanks Noin," I responded, giving her a squeeze in return.
"Now, as the Dove of Peace it is your job to go in there and calm your guests down." Lucrezia instructed with a sharp shove. Stumbling, I was forced into the muttering crowds. My pride wounded, and all sense of how to control the fiasco that turned out to be my own wedding, I made my way up to the front.
"Relena! Father Dumass is allowing us to continue," Heero eagerly greeted me, with a black eye and a bloody lip.
I could scarcely look into those pleading cobalt blue eyes and refuse him, but I did.
"What?" Miliardo growled, pushing the groom aside and glaring at me.
"Damn it! My wedding day is ruined by some stupid article, the groom has a bloody lip and I know he'll be miserable on the honeymoon thinking about his best friend whom he hasn't made mended with yet! I will not be married today or any time soon based on the ego of my fiance! Ladies and gentlemen, your time is being wasted here! I will notify you for a new date!" I delcared, backing away from the entire scene.
"God, Relena, the man was drunk! Intoxicated beyond your wildest imagination!" roared Heero, fighting off the groomsmen that had pinned him back.
"You know why Heero? Because of you! You made him miserable! You do love each other, but not like that article claims. I know that, the people who truely matter in your life know that! Why can't you see that!" I sobbed and without needing to compose myself, fled from the room a second time. This time, I was being chased by Heero, I could hear him growing closer.
"Wait, please," he begged, grabbing my arm. He motioned to the stone bench in that back corridor. I obidently sat and allowed him to fondle me. "Calm down. What do you mean by what you said?" Heero quietly asked, after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
"I'm not marrying you Heero Yuy until your relations with Duo are at least five times better than they are now. You talk to him in public, you stop sulking around, you allow me to invite them over..." I quietly informed him.
"You don't realize how hard this is for me, do you?"snapped Heero, pushing me off his shoulder where out of habit I had laid my head.
"Hard for you? The headline all across this world is not going to read: 'Heero Yuy Clashes with Gay Lover'! I'm going to be on the front page, shown loosing it at my own wedding! People will question my compentency, reporters will be constantly taking their damn pictures and asking for comments... It's gonna be hell Heero," I protested,harldy having the enegry to motion with my arms or the will power to stop the endless tears.
For once, I enjoyed the silence that followed. I given him something to think about, something to take the embarrassment off of himself. With that, I kissed his forehead and went to face the remainder of the guests, as I knew I had to.
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It wasn't until much later that I really had time to reflect on the whole day, and what Heero really had to go through. Everytime that sympthathy for him surged through me I thought of my predicted headline and what really occured: Heero ignored his best friend who was destroyed by being fired as the best man and went out on the wedding day and got drunk only to then wander back to the church and blow the ceremony.
That's usually as far as I could get, a phone or person would interrupt and I would be swept away to the endless nightmare people call politics. I made ten public speeches throughout that following week and was flown to space a least a dozen times. I never saw my fiance, and I could only wish that he was making ammends. Yet was I ready to forgive them both, after they shattered my trust? The more time away from Heero I was spent, the more I dwelled on that one question that would make or break Heero and I's relationship forever, Could I forgive him after he ruined my wedding? The worst part was, I wasn't so sure.........
TBC
Thanx so much for the reviews!! -Lady Scythe
