Part Three

Zechs looked at the car once again, cuing the man to take it away.

Damn. Noin may have taken care of the hospital payments... but not the accident... Not that he thought she was supposed to. It wasn't too bad... at least he wasn't hurt. And of course he was being selfish, he had to... to forget her. But now it'd be harder to get where he wanted... and to see Relena.

How I've missed you sister, so much has changed, Noin... she's changed.. have you? And I barely know you, barely have and probably never will like I was supposed to. Maybe you've changed differently. But not enough for me, because if you have... I won't know how to go on. Zechs pressed his hands deep into his pockets and walked down the crowded streets to make his way to a very popular expensive rental shop.

He walked in casually, taking careful notice that the man at the main office was busy talking to a hysterical overweight woman, waving her arms through the air.

That should take a while Silent, like a stalking kitten, Zechs slipped past the main office cautiously and with extreme ease he thumbed his fingers over a set of car keys on a rack behind a shelf. He casually passed pictures that sat atop each key. The red Jeep, blue Camaro, and the white Ford, and paused at the black convertible. The key read R-4, which Zechs assumed was where the car sat in the lot behind the building. He picked the key up, stuffed it away, exiting the office area just in time. The man finished with the women and entered the main lobby, a smile plastered on his whiskered face. The women left with a rather angered look.

May I help you? he asked, voice a little grouchy but obviously masked by happiness to his so called customer.

No, just passing through, thanks, Zechs said flashing a friendly smile and started walking through the office and main show area and out the back entrance door that led to the car lot.

Hn. Stolen car? No problem. They practically gave me the keys themselves... Zechs snickered and found the section R, and the fourth car. Luckily, the black convertible was just what the key description covered. Checking it out before hopping in and starting the engine, Zechs lifted the trunk, strangely enough examining exactly how large it actually was, and then shut it, climbing in.

he said quietly to himself after starting the car and a few minutes had passed. I have to find you before you leave... I have so much I need to tell you, ask you... see you. Before it would have been for business. It was always for business. And now... for pure interest? he rambled on outloud, pressing his foot on the gas.

From the most recent news article he had read about her, he figured she'd be somewhere near the science institution or the Lab of National Science. And it was easier to take his first guess as right, so he sped there.

Seeing the familiar blue of police officials, Zechs slowed down about 30 of his anxious miles and turned a corner carefully, turn signal and all.

Better not get a ticket or stopped with this stolen rental, or I'll never catch you Relena... He idly thought and leaned one arm casually on the steering wheel while driving towards the nicer part of town, filled with institutions, universities, libraries, and laboratories.

Finally, he jerked the spiffy automobile to an abrupt stop, and hopped out, looking up at the tall buildings surrounding him on each side. She better be here...

He entered through the massive doors their shadows alone seeming to stare down at him and overpower him. He swung them open, the whole time, his eyes looking up to the musky sky. It was going to rain shortly. Zechs brushed his silent blonde hair out of his eyes and away from his face walking up the stairs of the quiet building.

It was way too quiet. And of course against Zechs' plans it would probably not change anytime soon. His footsteps quickened against that dull linoleum floor, and boots clicked quickly throughout the empty hallways. After looking through the entire first floor Zechs realized it was a whole facility for patients. And these weren't normal patients, needing a check on their bleeding arm, they were patients that needed a check on their bleeding mind. It was for shrinks. Zechs shook his head as his pace quickened and he found himself entering a clear elevator. I could use that kind of help right now, but of course you'd never do it Mirialdo. Have to keep up a standard I suppose... but its pointless. There is no standard, there is no impression I could give any longer. I am ruined. I am nothing to anyone anymore. And maybe that is how it should be. Forgotten, because I want to forget myself.

Zechs eyes looked glazed in the dim light. The rain storm had certainly effected the darkness around him. As the elevator came to a stop on the third floor, he stepped out into more deserted halls. The quietness seemed to poke at him, taunt him. It was eerie, and even at that moment seemed to creep at his mind. He walked gracefully down the hallways, passing the endless doors, the emptiness of everything overwhelming to him. Each door had no sign, and each door seemed to be hidden away, silent, and yet mysterious as to what lay behind it. But he didn't bother with the doors, he looked ahead of him, calmly, concentrating on the task at mind.

Relena-sama where are you... He didn't even seem to be conscious anymore. Life had already slipped from his reach months ago. Stealing cars, crashing; literally, into old friends. Nothing had a point, yet he walked on. The princess could have been gone for many days, weeks even, yet he walked around trying to convince himself otherwise, trying to pretend to be something he once was, or maybe never was. His mind was a blur then as he reached the end of the hallway, one single door ajar. He poked his boot out first, and swung it the rest of the way open, and silently drew himself into the stuffy room.

A large and appropriate window drew out across the building and out looked many others, smaller building's rooftops and the rain splattering out across it. It was silent, and peaceful, but still eerie. He continued to approach the window, its immenseness stretching across the office like atmosphere, and gazed out at the dim skyline, and view that overlooked the city. For three floors, the building sure seemed high proportionate to the others below. He was so enthralled by the scene that he didn't notice the glow of a familiar computer screen back a ways in the room. A small chatter of fingers typing away at keys and a clicking. Only the azure eyes looked on past him, trying to recollect what else there was left in his dusty memory. A tender gasp brought him out of his reverie and he simply turned his head.

Golden ringlets floated down shoulders, and the desk chair slid out of way, as the small woman stood to her feet. She was in shock, of course, to see this other here, and of all places, of all times. And once he noticed, he gained every sense back to him, so rapidly. Her presence kicked something into his nerves. And never had he imagined, she would grow so much, be so tall, and yet, be so feminine and natural in nature. He longed then, suddenly to hold her tight and whisper words that would have no meaning at all. But of course, he couldn't. Instead he turned his body a full swing away from the window to face her.

I see your still alive and running. Such a pity that you had to be in a place like this, and with your high experience too, he mocked her with a strange smile, a smile that didn't belong. Why was he doing this? Why was he letting himself speak to her like that, not when he missed her so, and let his mind drift as it always did?

Because of who I am, who I once was. I'll have to realize that Zechs' feelings will slip into my tongue once and a while, and I can't do anything about it either...

She stood and stared at him for a while, and still couldn't believe the words, barely even listening to the words, yet she realized all of it. And there he stood in front of her.

she cried, feeling pitiful as she did so, feeling all the same, strangely emotional, wanting to cry, lean against him, sob for hours. To have him understand the endless pain and struggle she'd been going through on her own all these months, but she couldn't. She could barely bring herself to say his name. Instead, staring out at the only brother she never knew was the only thing possible.

Relena... you've grown, you've blossomed. And now your in the working world? Something more than I assumed from you. Not sitting on your high throne, ordering others around, watching over the entire universe, like you seemed you would. I was sure that you'd at least be the president of something by now, he said taking only one smooth step towards her in gesture. But his heart pleaded for more.

No, I'm not even officially in business yet. Its been hard... my life... its gone straight downhill from the end of the war though. No more fights, no more terror, no more risking of lives, and worry about who you can trust. Much less thrill, and annoyance, she said briefly glancing at the fully carpeted expensive floor.

Somehow she couldn't bring her eyes to look straight at him. There was a presence she always felt poked at her strangely, when he was around. She felt inferior. But this wasn't the end of it. Her life was harder than before. She missed it.

She missed the thrill, and she missed the war, in ways. Living a life like this wasn't simple, but it wasn't enough. She was so terribly... something. She never had been able to put it into words. Restless maybe? Annoyed? Definitely not bored. She was always busy. But somehow she craved the past, and craved more life. And here he was, standing straight in front of her. The millions of words she had once thought to say if he returned seemed to vanish away and be swallowed up by misery and nervousness.

Sometimes being busy can help you. Stuck between nothing all day can drive a man crazy... can drive a man mad. And I am sure that it has already happened to me. But I was sure that you'd be at a much higher appointment by now. I, for one, have lost all matters of the working world. Alone in this crazy world, you would think it'd never happen...to me. But here you are standing in front of me,

Zechs eyes drew to her. Closely, he examined her. She was wearing a rather short skirt, the kind that he'd never thought he'd see on her. She looked like a secretary, all except the white medical gloves she had on her hands, yet. But so professional, so outstanding he saw her. Neat, clean, but somehow misplaced.

He had nearly read her mind. The words about her standing in front of him. She wanted to say oh so much, but couldn't.

Zechs, you haven't changed. Your words are still as cold and powerful as ever. Even if you try to say what you wish without that tone. Before now I thought you were long gone. In a much happier place, or maybe even dead. What was I supposed to think? How was I supposed to know you even cared... Zechs' eyes saw a bit of pain then. She had no idea of knowing. Knowing just how much his thoughts wandered to her whereabouts, her place, or even just her.

he said it so lustfully, so strangely, it even surprised him, and then he was moving again, moving closer to the woman that dazzled his brain. Curious. He was curious. He never realized it before. He thought it was just his crazy loneliness. Oh, yes, he had definitely thought of himself as crazy. Not just wild and incoherent, but insane. The kind of insane that would visit the first floor.

Relena was in pain, in shock it seemed, her eyes welling up with unforgivable tears. She wanted so badly to do something, to either hug him or hit him. To scream at him, why he had kept no contact with her, left her stranded, why she had to live this life, or cry close to him, and tell him all that worried her, but instead she just stood confused, distracted, and feeling so very awkward.

Diseases? I know them. Cures? Perhaps. Medical world is a world full of pain and depression. Its pointless, and the science world is almost as bad. There is nothing to look forward too, there is nothing to hold onto. And here I thought I was left in the dark to face it all by myself, perhaps I was confused thinking that. But maybe not. Maybe your just here again to taunt me. Tease me. Something you like to do the best, I believe. Maybe I've grown up. But you haven't. You just live in your own little fantasies about the future. And I really don't think you will find what you are looking for or waiting for. Your little games are useless anymore. I don't think there is anything further that I can't handle at this point, her lip quivered at letting a bit of her jumbled thoughts release then.

And I know. Your completely right. He said, standing closer to her now, close enough to reach out his hand and touch her face.

She doubled over in disbelief. Had he just agreed to her wronging? Her insults? The words that spilled from her mouth suddenly with no second thoughts? This time she forced herself to look up into the tall man's eyes. Had he finally given up his dreams of the future?



his voice came out strong, reaching out and grabbing her by the shoulders. You really must understand that I have changed. I am not who I once was. I am not only that, I am who I was denying myself as. There is no future of mine, and there never was. It was ridiculous for me to think that, to think that everything would once live and be prosperous, think that I could make a difference, make something count and matter. And then what happens? I end up how I am. And now nothing can be changed. I will only be looked back upon as a stranger, a pitiful fool who doesn't know how the words and the mouth are connected. You are right, you have guessed me. But you still have a chance. *You* still have a chance to matter, his eyes drew close to hers, caring then, suddenly, absolutely caring.

A chill ran through Relena's hair. Zechs was so close, he was so strange. Talking like he did. Like his life had no meaning. Like the world was going to end in any second. Yet, somehow she understood all of what he said.

Zechs... I don't want to make a difference, and I don't care if I am remembered or not. I really am tired and confused of my situation. I don't want people to live and feel healthy anymore. I don't want anymore discoveries of what can turn death on. I want to run away from my life. Just like you. I don't want it to be over... I just... tears welled up in her desperate eyes. I just want to be free...

Zechs could see it now. When he looked back, he could see what strangeness, what grown up strangeness lurked inside of her. It was the urge to change. To run away. Maybe that was what he needed, after trying so hard, for so long. Not for himself to run away, because he had been already doing that. But maybe to help another spread their wings into chainless joy. This closeness stirred some hidden emotions inside him. Large spread hands still surrounded the aching girl's shoulders, and he could nearly feel her heartbeat so close. Something more lurched inside him. The urge to not give up. Not throw life all away in the trash that would just be dumped across the world each day. He had to have something to hold onto.

Zechs, please understand... I'm so happy to see you. I've missed you...I've... I thought that you had died, or left, or forgotten me. I'd never considered you'd be looking for me or would ever visit-

Crushed. Like ice. Her words crushed his thoughts of holding back. Now he couldn't, not now. His hand reached up to her cheek rubbing a stray piece of that golden hair away. That golden hair that was almost the color of his own. But it still had difference. Just like they did.

You've become so beautiful, Relena... Her eyes swelled with tears. Why was he doing this? Why to her? Why now...? But somehow she couldn't push his sweet hand away. Zechs' own feelings had risen, the feelings to hold her, comfort her, like he'd never been able to before. To show her that he could help. She could be free. And maybe in the end they'd both have meaning. Of course future was always on his mind.

Relena pushed away for a moment, when his other hand cupped her chin to meet his eyes. She stirred uneasily. This didn't seem right, except she couldn't jerk away as much as she wanted to. Maybe she needed this. But she didn't have a chance to answer herself this time, or to react.

Relena, you need me... the lips whispered past her ear, and then slowly caught her face, prancing down like a butterfly, to brush across sweet female tenderness, and sweep her away. Kissing her softly at first, he let his strong arms wrap around all the woes and pain she could perhaps be having then, and scooped her off her feet, held in mid-air for a moment or two. Then the kiss grew stronger, Relena's own tongue prodding the man's lips apart.

More...more...I want you...

Voices seemed to play back in Zechs' mind. Scream at him and torment. He was doing the craziest thing possible. But something he had thought quite often about. Something he had come to think must be true. Must happen in the future. And now it was, and he was barely conscious of laying her down softly on that carpet, her arms clinging tightly. It was almost as if a death grip. As to say, if he let go, she'd have to cause havoc on him. This moment was too intense to spread apart, to leave. And as much as it was that, it was too unbearable and uncomfortable to think about afterwards. Heat rose in Relena's eyes, her face, and her body. So strong, so powerful, and so warm.

His hands leapt to her shoulders again, the compelling kiss still in action on its own, and he soothed his palms out over her, finally drifting aside from them and down her torso. Stopping at her chest, fingers found delicate, luscious points to prod, to poke and fondle. And the graceful hands slipped under the most appropriate and formal shirt, nearly tossing it off in the process. Relena tantalized him for a moment, a nip from her teeth on his tongue reminding him of the kiss in motion.

She's good. So good. I wonder how she learned? How much experience does she have?

Relena couldn't think straight, once his hands were upon her chest, and once he was stroking her, so softly, so gently. She couldn't think of who she was, or where she was laying. She did open her eyes to find the blonde man pull away from the kiss to get a better grip on her shirt, being taken away, letting herself be revealed, and open for him to see. A blush winded its way through her cheeks, at least realizing that. But she didn't let it bother her.

She *did* need this. And if something possibly stopped her now, life would erupt in her face for sure. A knee gently moved below Zechs hips and thighs and she pressed up gently. She had learned this a time ago. From a young boy who had treated her kindly. She had no idea he would lead to taking her virginity. This certainly had worked as Zechs' expression faltered, and he seemed determined to keep it within, but a small moan moved its way out of his system, and Relena watched, tantalized by him, and his touch against her chest.

He was working fast, she realized, when he had started to tug at his pants. Too fast perhaps. The black silk boxers were so smooth, so soft and so delicate, that Relena wasn't sure if she should touch them or not, but her hands had minds of their own, and rubbed out across his thighs, bringing him closer to her so she could get a grip across his buttocks. His face was close to hers now, and with no expression she took him into her deep grip and kissed him. Zechs face was going through all sorts of changes, all sorts of falters. His mind still cried out at him. He was trying with all he had to ignore it, and keep feeling, keep touching. Soon his boxers lay discarded on the business floor, and his one free hand was trailing down her thigh. This girl. This girl was Relena. He had tried to push it away, but his mind was screaming. He closed his eyes tight, and just felt. Her hand clasped around something delicate to him and wholesome shots of pleasure surrounded his body. He was suddenly on fire, and out of breath. Those fingers cupped around tips of pure pleasure and teased at him, until he began to moan for something more that he thought he could have held in. Concentration soon left him, and his hand reached inside her, two fingers already dashing up around, receiving in turn loud cries of excitement from the female below him. His lips fell upon any body part imaginable so that he pressed up sharply against when his body went into fits of electricity.

Relena's body soon was sweating and naked against the rough carpet, her thrashing underneath it. Zechs was partially bare, only his shirt, clinging tight to the muscles in his torso, and getting in his way every time he yearned to press closer to her body. At this point Zechs was annoyed by the feel of the carpet, wanting something more soft, more silky and pleasant to what he was feeling inside. He had even considered telling Relena they should quickly go to his place, it'd be more quiet, and secluded. But every time his fingers shot out inside her and she let an aroused moan release from those tender lips, he found himself lost for words, for thoughts and forgot the whole idea. Perhaps they would never speak again if they stopped before the climax. Growing so very restless in passion, Relena's fingernails dug into his back, leaving pink marks, and no damage. Growling purrs broke from her mouth, wanting more. Wanting much more.

Zechs... I... want you... give...me...

But Zechs could barely answer her pleas, his own mind concentrating on the vigorous movement of her hands working him over. He was terrified to pull away then, fearful that something would be lost between the seconds of him trying to be with her. Be really with her. But her voice kept prodding, and her hands pulled away for a moment leaving him throbbing and wary. Desperate, he pulled her into a kiss and pressed up against her thigh and she pulled away for a moment, her face wet, and eyes full of that lust, that lust Zechs had dreamed of.

And he saw this plea, and felt it too. So that his hands soon were guiding her body, close to his, and she slipped his damp shirt the rest of the way off, his chest gleaming with moisture. I want you to touch me close.. touch me inside...

And writhe with thrill...the thrill you want... he finished for her, and placed his hands across her chest. He was now altogether bare, and his body wavered above hers for only a second, that last moment, before any action or word could have been said or done to stop what would happen, but both of them lay silent, desire dripping from their bodies. Zechs lowered himself, softly and gently into her, prickling senses hitting him when he entered the first time. He did it softly at first, and Relena cringed at the movement. Then his senses paused and caught up to him. A painful moan spread from the deep of his throat, and escaped with only a thrust deeper into her insides. Her mouth was open, gasping for breath, and she cried with him, wrapping her arms around his back, pulling him closer, wanting him to go further. He thrusted again, harder this time, the tip of his hardness touching something inside her, making her squirm and cry for more.

Oh Zechs! God... Relena's eyes were a blur, tears spilling from the pain and the feel.

Zechs was empty for words, but his mouth released the joy as he started a rhythm with her gentle body, pressing into her deep, and pulling out only to come back again. Thoughts flashed across his mind. Thoughts of Noin. For some time he had thought she'd be the one below him, moaning, crying, holding on to him tight. The future was changing. And with another confused and brisk drive, the world went spinning and he started to reach his cessation. Relena could feel it to, his body releasing fluid inside her, fluid she may regret later, but she burst into shouts and held him tighter than ever, as her last gasp, held her taut until Zechs' eyes came back into view, and he lay there silent, not moving, his body surely and completely finalized.

Now we can let it live on... his breath echoed unsteadily, into what seemed an abyss.

Let what live on? Relena's voice was husky.

Zechs drew quiet for a moment and then he closed his eyes. All for the future...

Finished 6/28/00
-Updated 10/15/00