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2: Friend or Foe?
"Are you listening to me, Heero? Do you have any idea what you've done?" Duo demanded, roughly shoving his friend ahead of him in the dark alley.
"We were just dancing," Heero insisted, stumbling to a stop and glaring at Duo.
"Just dancing? And swapping some spit too!" laughed his best friend saracastically as the young braided man took another long drink from his beer bottle.
"You're drunk Duo, just leave it alone. One dance never hurt anybody," Heero insisted, and brushed past his friend. He was left then in his own thoughts, and his own thoughts consisted only of Relena, and his growing love for this beautiful stranger. His feet took a mind of their own and through back allies and crowded streets and he wandered up to the Guns' headquarters. There was a light on the very top floor, and some gut instinct told him that that was Relena's room. Climbing up the fire escapes, Heero reached this sought after window and peered in. It was indeed Relena's room. She was waltzing with herself across the living room, looking very distantly sad but smiling just the same. Relena was singing, and the song was quickly placed by her unnoticed guest as the song they first danced too.
All of sudden, Relena stopped and whirled around to face the window. Heero's face burned in embarassment, and he automatically ducked.
"Heero, is that your name? What are you hiding from?" Relena questioned, walking over and opening the window.
"Nothing," he sheepishly replied, trying to look casual (which is very hard to do when you've been caught watching someone dance)
Relena laughed, a very musical laugh that sent chills up and down her young vistor's spine.
"Honestly, I was looking for you. I want to talk to you again, Relena," Heero finally said, turning crimson.
"Really," she mused, twirling a piece of her long honey blonde hair idly.
"Yeah, I think we had something, and I'm kinda mad it got interrupted," he smoothly answered, his confidence returning. He found he was leaning heavily on the sill of the wall that kept them apart.
"How can that be? The sister of your worst enemy, and the man who shot my brother?" Relena questioned playfully, knowing he knew how she really was feeling- overwhemling in love.
"I think we'd be stupid to let out friends (and families') petty differences keep us apart," he slowly answered.
"As long as this new sensation of love is mutal," Relena answered, leaving the window and going around to the door.
That new sensation, the giddiness, the owerpowering urge to smile, the lighter beating of his heart. He was merely elated to know she felt the same. "How can you call what I feel by one simple word?" breathed Heero, leaning agansit the glass door frame.
Relena began to laugh, and Heero's face fell. "I never knew you were such a romantic," she giggled, leaning closer to him.
"Well there's a lot of things you don't know about me," Heero grinned.
"RELENA!" hollered Noin.
"Coming!" she returned, quickly kissing Heero and turning to go inside.
"Wait! When can I see you again?" Heero demanded, catching her arm and giving her his best pleading look.
"I don't know," Relena mummured, and closed the glass door.
The finality of it all was too surreal for Heero to comprehend and he numbly stumbled off the roof and made his way back home. Wufei was waiting for him, sword drawn meancingly.
"Where have you been?" he demanded, ushering Heero inside the dimly lit room to a 'war' council.
Duo was sitting at the head of the table, in a heated discussion with Trowa who was insisiting that they use knives instead of guns in their next fight.
"Knives show cunningness, orginality!" Barton was saying.
"Guns end things before anyone can be impressed. We'll be feared and on top with guns." Duo snapped.
"How about fists? Show who's the stronger man?" suggested Heero, taking his place.
"We'll be shot dead," spat Duo.
"Just use guns," a solemn voice interferred. It was Wufei, who was polishing his sword as he spoke. That was annymous enough for everyone.
"The Guns' are getting ancy. They were on our turf after the dance." warned Quatre, the brains behind their attacks. He was also a look-out. Being smaller, and slender he watched from a tight alley space over all of the Wings' territory.
"Then we'll show them. Once and for all," Duo challenged, his infamous dangerous glint appearing in his eyes. He smiled maliciously before bursting into manical laughter. Slowly, everyone else joined in, not really sure of what Duo had in mind.....
2: Friend or Foe?
"Are you listening to me, Heero? Do you have any idea what you've done?" Duo demanded, roughly shoving his friend ahead of him in the dark alley.
"We were just dancing," Heero insisted, stumbling to a stop and glaring at Duo.
"Just dancing? And swapping some spit too!" laughed his best friend saracastically as the young braided man took another long drink from his beer bottle.
"You're drunk Duo, just leave it alone. One dance never hurt anybody," Heero insisted, and brushed past his friend. He was left then in his own thoughts, and his own thoughts consisted only of Relena, and his growing love for this beautiful stranger. His feet took a mind of their own and through back allies and crowded streets and he wandered up to the Guns' headquarters. There was a light on the very top floor, and some gut instinct told him that that was Relena's room. Climbing up the fire escapes, Heero reached this sought after window and peered in. It was indeed Relena's room. She was waltzing with herself across the living room, looking very distantly sad but smiling just the same. Relena was singing, and the song was quickly placed by her unnoticed guest as the song they first danced too.
All of sudden, Relena stopped and whirled around to face the window. Heero's face burned in embarassment, and he automatically ducked.
"Heero, is that your name? What are you hiding from?" Relena questioned, walking over and opening the window.
"Nothing," he sheepishly replied, trying to look casual (which is very hard to do when you've been caught watching someone dance)
Relena laughed, a very musical laugh that sent chills up and down her young vistor's spine.
"Honestly, I was looking for you. I want to talk to you again, Relena," Heero finally said, turning crimson.
"Really," she mused, twirling a piece of her long honey blonde hair idly.
"Yeah, I think we had something, and I'm kinda mad it got interrupted," he smoothly answered, his confidence returning. He found he was leaning heavily on the sill of the wall that kept them apart.
"How can that be? The sister of your worst enemy, and the man who shot my brother?" Relena questioned playfully, knowing he knew how she really was feeling- overwhemling in love.
"I think we'd be stupid to let out friends (and families') petty differences keep us apart," he slowly answered.
"As long as this new sensation of love is mutal," Relena answered, leaving the window and going around to the door.
That new sensation, the giddiness, the owerpowering urge to smile, the lighter beating of his heart. He was merely elated to know she felt the same. "How can you call what I feel by one simple word?" breathed Heero, leaning agansit the glass door frame.
Relena began to laugh, and Heero's face fell. "I never knew you were such a romantic," she giggled, leaning closer to him.
"Well there's a lot of things you don't know about me," Heero grinned.
"RELENA!" hollered Noin.
"Coming!" she returned, quickly kissing Heero and turning to go inside.
"Wait! When can I see you again?" Heero demanded, catching her arm and giving her his best pleading look.
"I don't know," Relena mummured, and closed the glass door.
The finality of it all was too surreal for Heero to comprehend and he numbly stumbled off the roof and made his way back home. Wufei was waiting for him, sword drawn meancingly.
"Where have you been?" he demanded, ushering Heero inside the dimly lit room to a 'war' council.
Duo was sitting at the head of the table, in a heated discussion with Trowa who was insisiting that they use knives instead of guns in their next fight.
"Knives show cunningness, orginality!" Barton was saying.
"Guns end things before anyone can be impressed. We'll be feared and on top with guns." Duo snapped.
"How about fists? Show who's the stronger man?" suggested Heero, taking his place.
"We'll be shot dead," spat Duo.
"Just use guns," a solemn voice interferred. It was Wufei, who was polishing his sword as he spoke. That was annymous enough for everyone.
"The Guns' are getting ancy. They were on our turf after the dance." warned Quatre, the brains behind their attacks. He was also a look-out. Being smaller, and slender he watched from a tight alley space over all of the Wings' territory.
"Then we'll show them. Once and for all," Duo challenged, his infamous dangerous glint appearing in his eyes. He smiled maliciously before bursting into manical laughter. Slowly, everyone else joined in, not really sure of what Duo had in mind.....
