Well, I'm sure I don't have to tell you that I don't own Gundam Wing...let's hope I didn't have to tell you that. Anyway...probably no fighting except street fighting...I'm not good at the fancy stuff. This is a kind of mushy story, you'll get a lot of this from me. I changed the way some people look...for my own personal amusemt...you might like them better my way too, who knows?
She walked down the street with an air of confidence, almost snobby confidence when you think about it. She was beautiful. Long light brown hair, deep, dark brown eyes, full lips, and a nearly perfect nose. She looked happy most of the time, but not today. She had a stern look on her face, like she had something phenomenally important to do, and couldn't be distracted. She had a light blue sundress with small pink flowers on it. Strapless, and short, it fit her small frame perfectly. She was petite, thin, but had a nice figure and perfectly muscular legs. She walked expertly down this street, which she had walked down almost every day of her life. Yet she hadn't walked down it in almost 2 years. That was on the day when he first met her, and now, she almost wasn't the same person.
"Hello, mister..."
"Yuy. Heero Yuy. I've been waiting for you, Miss Relena. Please, sit down." He pulled out her chair for her. She thanked him and sat down. "Would you like something to drink?"
"No, thank you." She said politely. "This is strictly business."
"I see. Well then, lets get right down to it. Do you have my money?"
"Yes I do. It's waiting in my car down the street."
"Why didn't you bring it here with you?" He asked, sipping his drink. She leaned over to him, signaling him to do the same, so he did.
"Don't you think that would look a little suspicious? Me in this sundress carrying a briefcase? So I left it in the car." She leaned up when she noticed Heero looking down her shirt. 'Pervert.' She thought to herself. He leaned up and took another sip of his drink.
"Well, shall we?" He scooted his chair out and motioned to the waiter. She stood up and watched the exchange of money and wondered why she was paying him. They walked together down the street and he couldn't help hanging back every once in a while to watch her walk. When they got to her car he was surprised to see that it wasn't what he would expect her to have at all. Instead of her having a little convertable or something bright red and sporty, she had a big black SUV. He chuckled at the thought as she opened the back door. She sat the briefcase on the the backseat and opened it, revealing the one million dollars she was to pay this Mr. Heero Yuy. She was pissed about it, too. Though she still didn't know what the one million was for. But for some reason, she liked this man. He was, ironically enough, tall, dark, and handsome. He was masculine, well built, and nicely tanned. Very attractive, though she hated to admit it, even to herself. She closed the briefcase after he nodded his head in approval and handed it to him. He handed her a piece of paper with his phone number and address written on it.
"I want you to call every three days. When you call I will tell you when and where we are going to meet. I want to keep tabs on you and Mike. If you don't do as I have instructed, remember, I know where you live as well." He took her small hand in his and kissed it lightly. "Thank you for your time, Miss Relena." He walked away and she slammed the backdoor to her truck as she watched him. 'That is one damn good looking man right there.' She thought.
02:00 PM 2/18/02
She walked down the street with an air of confidence, almost snobby confidence when you think about it. She was beautiful. Long light brown hair, deep, dark brown eyes, full lips, and a nearly perfect nose. She looked happy most of the time, but not today. She had a stern look on her face, like she had something phenomenally important to do, and couldn't be distracted. She had a light blue sundress with small pink flowers on it. Strapless, and short, it fit her small frame perfectly. She was petite, thin, but had a nice figure and perfectly muscular legs. She walked expertly down this street, which she had walked down almost every day of her life. Yet she hadn't walked down it in almost 2 years. That was on the day when he first met her, and now, she almost wasn't the same person.
"Hello, mister..."
"Yuy. Heero Yuy. I've been waiting for you, Miss Relena. Please, sit down." He pulled out her chair for her. She thanked him and sat down. "Would you like something to drink?"
"No, thank you." She said politely. "This is strictly business."
"I see. Well then, lets get right down to it. Do you have my money?"
"Yes I do. It's waiting in my car down the street."
"Why didn't you bring it here with you?" He asked, sipping his drink. She leaned over to him, signaling him to do the same, so he did.
"Don't you think that would look a little suspicious? Me in this sundress carrying a briefcase? So I left it in the car." She leaned up when she noticed Heero looking down her shirt. 'Pervert.' She thought to herself. He leaned up and took another sip of his drink.
"Well, shall we?" He scooted his chair out and motioned to the waiter. She stood up and watched the exchange of money and wondered why she was paying him. They walked together down the street and he couldn't help hanging back every once in a while to watch her walk. When they got to her car he was surprised to see that it wasn't what he would expect her to have at all. Instead of her having a little convertable or something bright red and sporty, she had a big black SUV. He chuckled at the thought as she opened the back door. She sat the briefcase on the the backseat and opened it, revealing the one million dollars she was to pay this Mr. Heero Yuy. She was pissed about it, too. Though she still didn't know what the one million was for. But for some reason, she liked this man. He was, ironically enough, tall, dark, and handsome. He was masculine, well built, and nicely tanned. Very attractive, though she hated to admit it, even to herself. She closed the briefcase after he nodded his head in approval and handed it to him. He handed her a piece of paper with his phone number and address written on it.
"I want you to call every three days. When you call I will tell you when and where we are going to meet. I want to keep tabs on you and Mike. If you don't do as I have instructed, remember, I know where you live as well." He took her small hand in his and kissed it lightly. "Thank you for your time, Miss Relena." He walked away and she slammed the backdoor to her truck as she watched him. 'That is one damn good looking man right there.' She thought.
02:00 PM 2/18/02