Destiny in a Blade pt2
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by: Buffy Ann Summers

A/N: Okay I didn't know it WAS THAT angsty! but since some reviewers wanted
me to continue I didn't want to disappoint them by leaving them hanging. I
finished this chapter right after English 9 (hehehe ..Civics was next) so,
yea doesn't take a genius to find out that I left my homework hanging that
night.
*Rated because of you know why!!*
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She entered the dark room just like before. Her tears weld up as the ghastly
figure of the person she longed to see glanced at her then reverted his
gazed to the moon that casted it's light and a very faint shadow behind him.
Relena stepped up. He began his sorrowful apologies like 'something came up'
and that he'd be back. Relena paid no attention to what he was saying and
concentrated to how his face wasn't the usual 'Heero-Yuy-death glare'
"So your leaving.." she trailed off breaking the silence she had
once had "when are you coming back?"
He didn't say anything, and the new look on his face told her something she
did not want to hear.
"I guess you have to go .." she continued after realizing he didn't
want to say anything "Nothing's holding you back I guess.."
Heero replied with a nod and tilted her chin for a kiss, instantly she
pulled away.
"Just make sure you come back, Heero" she smiled and did her best
to not show how true her feelings were. Truthfully, she didn't want him to
go this time. She gave another smile, this time it was feign. (It was the
type of smiles that always told 'you gotta do what you gotta do .. so leave)
"I would never forgive myself if you never came back ..)
With another of her feign smiles, she gave Heero one last hug and left.
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She twisted and turned in her dreams, minutes later Relena awoke with
a gasp. Tiny beads of sweat trickled down her forehead and listlessly she wiped
them all away. The nerve of that dream to haunt her like that. The nerve of
Heero to go. He wasn't back. Dark colors hung beneath her eyes, haven't gotten
that much rest in the past few what, days?, months? who cares, all everyone
knew was that she was missing it and despretly needed it. But no one mentioned
anything, no one wanted to, except Hilde. She was the first.
"Long sleeves again, Miss Relena?" she asked giving her a Duo-related
smile "it's not cold out?"
She faked a smile "Then I must be coming down with something, I felt chilly this
morning" Relena replied, Hilde stared at her with her well rested face taunting
at hers "I must be going, I have meeting to attend to .. I don't want to keep the
emmbassadors waiting"
She left in a hurry, but her pace told hilde that there was no meeting. She shrugged
the feeling of concern off. 'This must be one of those prime minister days' she thought
walking the opposite path of what relena had taken.

Relena silently grumbled to herself. The arm with the horizontal and vertical
lines tattoed on her arm were trobbling. They ached and itched, and scratching seemed
like a last resort. There were too many proposals staked in th 'IN' box rather than
the papers in the 'OUT' box. She was way behind her work. And the numerous appointment
notes scattered on her desk had reminded her about them. In one good shove, they were
now reminding her about it in the trash can besides her desk. Stress piled up one by
one. And the verge-of-being-fired-stress had just walked in.
"Miss Relena, Ambassador Hankins in line two" came the Hilde voice, the body
followed after " he wants to know why you haven't showed at the meeting scheduled for
lunch, oh! and a noticed came your gardener, he hasn't been paid for two and a
half months now and one of your maids quit..."
Relena cursed and waved her hand to signal Hilde to leave. She was going to give herself
another tattoe. It beats having to cry over nothing.

It must have been an hour or more did she forget about the reality around her.
She stared at the open wound (freshly opened wound) in her right arm, blood was smeared
and she couldn't care less. The pain was dying and the fear of cutting right through
a vain haven't crossed her mind. Office had maybe closed a while ago. The clock on her
desk was screaming at relena to go home. Reverting her mind to earth relena, she took
one look at the blood and ran to the bathroom, vomiting. Thinking she was hearing the door
open, she left it on her 'to check list' after her nauseating feeling from her stomach
to her gut went away. She groaned as she slumped down to the floor, blood linguring on to
the sink. She savagly searched for a tissue or some sort of cloth to wipe away the thick crimson
liquid (the scent of copper was seeping through the room), until someone handed it to
her.
"Have you been cutting yourself?"

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TBC...........