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Chapter 1: Life on the Streets


It was late the next day when Relena was permitted to see her brother. He was at the local hospital on the Guns' side of course. He looked fine, angry, and vengeful, but nothing more than usual.
"What were you thinking!" growled Miliardo, the instant he saw Relena creep into the room.
"I was saving Warren's life! Duo would have shot him!" Relena protested, fighting back the angry tears at the cornor of her eyes.
"Do not mention HIS name in my presence!" bellowed Miliardo, straining from the i.v. that attached him to the bed.
"I saved Warren's life you ungrateful bastard," Relena insisted, her temper reaching its breaking point.
The psychotic look in Miliardo's crazed blue eyes diminished and he drew in a long, haggard breath before responding, "Don't let it occur again." he answered, almost unaudiably.
Relena also tried to restrain her temper. "I won't." she answered.
"And don't ever call me that again, understand? I'm the only person you've got left! If it weren't for me and my gang you'd be on the streets! I deserve at the least respect." Miliardo reprimanded, in his fatherlyb essence, though she could see his muffled pleasure in her outburst.
"Sorry," she returned, though the words were as hypricritcal as her brother's reprimand.
"Now, help me outta here." ordered Miliardo, and as an obident, mindless being Relena swiftly removed the IV and pulled down the guard rail, as she always did.
She threw her brother his clothes and hurridly left the room to start his mototcycle.
Minutes later, with her brother behind her, she was speeding through traffic and towards the slum of the East Side that they called home.
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"Miliardo! Urgent news!" Treize greeted, leaping from his slouching postion in the dim foyer of the apartment where the Guns' resided. Relena was privileged or unpriviliged enough to have the largest room on the top of the apartment building. This way she was safe and could hear nothing of the meetings held in Miliardo's room in the basement. Below her resided Treize and Warren with their girlfriends (their girlfriends were constantly barging into Relena's room).
"What is it?" growled Miliardo, instantly surrounded by his gang. That was all Relena was allowed to hear for the door was slammed and Lucrezia and Lady Une were ushering her up to their rooms. She tried to refuse, wanting to know what 'urgent news' Treize had and she made Lady Une swear to tell her the following day by holding a gun to her head. They always let her go off on her own when she whipped out her gun.
Ususally, Relena found herself on the roof, having no loved one to bother or watch. The roof was quite desolate and it was more comforting than the eerie silence of her large room. Sirens and horn blares were a lovely symphony to restless ears. Often, Relena would go to the highest partof the roof (the stair case's roof) and look through fithly windows to see what other, more normal, free people did with their lives. Most people her age went to school, (Miliardo believed school was too dangerous for his sister) so the only people at home were old or disabled.
Her life was horribly montonous and as she sat there, almost enjoying the crisp night, she wished for some change. (You might think her odd but you must realize that all gun fights were the same; two shot, two breakouts, and then another encounter...)
As her bitter tears streamed down her face, and fell gracefully onto the dirty cement, she saw a (blurred) shooting star. Relena was not one to be superstious or a believer in omens but this celestial sign couldn't be a fluke. Falling stars were lucky, and always were followed by postivtive change. The only other time Relena had seen a falling star was when she four or five and she was miserable because of troubles at school. Her family then moved to the city, not long after where she made many friends. Of course, a result of moving to the city was her parents death (dying of lung cancer just weeks apart).
"Lena, what are you doing?" asked a gentle voice from underneath here. Relena madly wiped her eyes and avoided any eye contact with the speaker.
"Being unimportant," she replied bitterly, her eyes burning again. The uselessness of her situation was growing more and more apparent.
"Lena, c'mmon, your brother's looking for you. He'd kill us both of he knew you were alone on the roof,"
It was Lucrezia, being motherly again. Motherly in worry; never in sympthathy.
"I'll be in in a minute," Relena said, trying to sound annoyed, and not depressed.
"Let's hope so, for your sake and mine," Lucreiza cautioned and the door was thrown shut.
With her thoughts momentarily interrupted and her santucary's peace shattered, Relena leaped off and landed without the usual burning feet. She took in a deep breath, looked up at the sky one last time, and opened the door.
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The next day, Relena awoke to Lady Une's shaking and Lucrezia's urgent whispers.
"Miliardo orders you to get up, we have to go shopping!" Lucrezia was eagerly saying.
"What for?" mumbled Relena, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and getting up. Her room door was thrown open and the stairs were filled with cahous and clamor.
"Have you forgotton about the party?" Lady Une demanded, acting as if the small party held at the local bar was anything to be excited about.
"Hmm," muttered Relena, still seeing no point in it all.
"You are getting stranger by the day, Lena. We must go shopping!" Lucrezia squealed.
Relena nodded and stumbled around to get ready. It was only eight o'clock.
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Shopping was as horrendous as it had sounded. If Miliardo weren't over protected, Relena would've enjoyed herself. Yet, he was and that turned the whole trip into a nightmare. Lady Une and Lucrezia did not let Relena out of their sight. They only let her try on 'wholesome' outfits meaning no shoulder, no clevage, and no back. When she found one that she partially liked to look at, it was immedtily purchased.
They thought she was too picky, and loudly told her this as the two women rubbed their sore feet over lunch. She didn't care though. She was used to people blaming her for Miliardo's obessiveness, and had learned to tune it out.
Relena finally got home, just in time to get ready. "Relena, you must let us help you with your make-up," gushed Lady Une.
"Let me do it, k?" Relena begged, taking the comestic bag from Lucrezia.
"No," Lady Une snapped, snatching it from her.
They two women, giggling in delight, set to work to create a beauty out of Miliardo's 'baby' sister.

The results were sucessful, Relena looked very grown up even in her girlish dress. Miliardo tried to look displeased but he could eaisly see how elegant she looked. This combination took his tounge away and he could only nodd in her direction as they set off for the dance, guns in their pockets.
Normally, their guns would be at home but the bar was neutral ground, meaning the Wings would be there.
As they pulled up, and were let in, they could see the small bar was full of strangers. A familiar group stood moodily in the cornor and when the Wings' eyes met Guns' eyes it was a glare off. Relena,not wanting to be part of the immenient brawl, ducked into the crowd. There, she locked eyes with a pair of cobalt blue eyes. She could not place the face, for it was hidden in the smoke and confusion of the party.
"Wanna dance?" asked the figure.
Relena nodded, feeling her heart rate shoot through the roof.
It was a slower song, and the bumping and grinding led to a soft sway. The boy's hands were icy in her own overheated ones but as she cautiously leanded her head on his shoulder she founs his heart rate equal to hers. The song seemed endless, but Relena didn't care. She was lost in this stranger's heartbeat and his smooth dancing. Melodramtically, the rest of the party faded away, and the two grew lost in each other's arms.
However, eternity melted into a frenzy-song and she found herself looking up into her dance partner's eyes. She instantly was lost in their deep blueness, and felt as though she was drowning in their mysterious depth. He must of felt the same way, for neither moved from their spot. Neither also did not notice that the distance between their mouths was growing shorter until their lips touched, into what became a long, passionate kiss. A kiss that was followed by several more, until Miliardo saw them at the same time Duo saw them and both were turned apart with a harsh reprimanding.
"Relena! What were you doing! Go home!" shouted Miliardo, and sent to humilated girl sprinting for the door.
"Relena," breathed her partner, Heero Yuy,as he was pulled for the back door. He didn't hear Duo's curses or his words. Just Relena echoing over and over in his head. Then, it hit him. She was Miliardo's sister,the one that had shot his best friend. The women that had captivated his heart had at the same time been the source of his bitter anger. What was he to do?


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