Hi minna-chan! Thank you, thank you, thank you soooooooo much for all of
the wonderful reviews! ^_^ I feel so loved! I'm dedicating this chapter
to Priscilla in hopes that she will PLEASE write more on Need. It is
really good so all of you GO CHECK IT OUT! ^_^ It's SO worth it! Please
enjoy and review! ^_^ (Priscilla, I hope you don't mind, but I used your
idea that Relena just wanted to change him and not except Heero for who he
was. If you would rather me not please tell me and I will remove it.)
(Also, I am sorry for any out there who is a fan of Relena. I personally
cannot stand her and find it extremely fun to make fun of her but do not
take it personally. I believe she could have been a good character had the
creator known how to write romances, which he admitted himself that he
didn't (if you see her original character design she was actually quiet
pretty! I can't figure out why they would change it!))
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Heero lay awake in his bed, staring up at the ceiling as if would give him the answers he seeked. He had been laying there for almost six hour now and had yet to fall asleep. It was all that girl's fault. There was nothing special about her. She was rather pretty, but lots of girls were. The reason that he couldn't get her out of his mind was the fact that he couldn't figure her out! She seemed to be emotionally strong, except for the scene where she had first arrived, and by her naturally graceful movements it was clear she could be quite deadly had her fighting abilities been equal to theirs, or even Hilde for that matter and she was the least physically fit. But there was definitely a lot that she wasn't telling them, even to Wufei who she obviously cared for, he would even go so far as to call it love and Heero Yuy NEVER used that word. And he wouldn't use it for this if he hadn't been able to witness it himself. He didn't doubt her feelings toward the Chinese boy, for he saw it as clear as crystal shinning deep in her amethyst eyes. It was almost as if he was looking into her soul when he looked into those eyes, and that unnerved him more than anything ever had. Impossible. That's what it should have been for a soldier to find love, that's what he had been told since before he could remember. Emotions were weak, and even if they weren't no one would ever love a murderer…he knew this from experience. Relena always declared undying love to him followed him around and even going so far as to keep VERY close tabs on him, which reminded him strangely of a stalker, but he knew it wasn't love. It was infatuation, a feeling that he had shown her excitement in her life and she wanted more. She always tried to change him, not except him for who he was.
Then there was Hilde and Duo.
Duo was, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud and especially not to the hyperactive pilot, a very dear friend to him. But the braided boy had made a mistake on who he could trust his heart to. Hilde had been an OZ soldier and when she had changed to their side Duo of course had jumped at the idea to date her. He really did like the shorthaired girl and was quite willing to go so far as to marry her, but she didn't feel the same. To be more precise, she had laughed in his face and asked why she would want to marry a no account, no name, orphan who would not be able to support her. To say the least, the poor pilot of Deathscythe Hell Custom had been thoroughly heart broken. It had taken both Trowa and Quatre to stop him from shooting her in the head for hurting his friend like that. It had taken almost three for the violet eyed pilot to return to his happy go lucky self.
I had then become painfully clear to the persian eyed assassin that love was not made for soldiers.
But then this girl, Meiren or Rei…what ever her name was, shows up and throws all his theory out of the window. It had been already dark when the two had finally come out of the parlor to see them, and kind hearted Quatre had of course offered his house for the young woman to stay. They had decided to wait till the next day to hear the girl's explanation on her sudden appearance, but now Heero was extremely regretting it. This one girl, basically, contradicted everything he was told about emotions and soldiers.
It had also given him quite a shock to hear that Wufei, their Solitary Dragon, had once been married, let alone married to a warrior. Why, of all people had HE been able to find someone who loved him? It wasn't that he thought the onyx eyed boy didn't deserve it, it was the fact that didn't the rest of them deserve it too?
The girl's face danced across his mind, taunting him mercilessly, telling him he would never figure her out. Shaking his head quickly he blocked that out, no, he didn't need anyone to care for him. He had lived this long without it and he can continue to live without it. Besides, even IF he did have feelings for her, which he DIDN'T, he told himself stubbornly, she was obviously off limits. It was clear by the way Chang acted around her that he returned her feelings one hundred percent and there was no way he was going to lose her again, especially not to one of them.
Heero was about to get up and take a couple of sleeping pills so he could actually get some rest, when he heard something out in the hall. It was so soft he almost didn't hear it making him wonder if he actually heard it at all, but his soldier instincts wouldn't let him over look it. Pulling his gun out from under his pillow, he silently made his way to the door. It was probably just the braided baka going to get a midnight snack; he did this about three times a night on a good day, and more on bad. Duo seemed to take refuge in the art of eating, even if he wouldn't call it that himself.
Opening the door, he peaked out down the hall. His eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed a dark, female figure open the door to his Chinese comrade's room. She slipped in quietly and he took that chance to get from his current position to three doors down and across the hall.
He peered through the entrance that had been left a jar, giving him a full view of inside. Ready to rush in if needed, he watched the girl move to Wufei's bed, never once making a move to wake him. Her thigh long hair was being held back loosely in a low pony tail, leaving a few escaping strands to fall down into her face. She was wearing a pair of pajamas that belonged to one of Quatre's sister's. They were of pure white, the top having a Japanese style neck and shoulder fasteners while the sleeves passed her hands slightly because of being a couple of sized too big with silver cuffs and fasteners. The pants, which should have only fallen to slightly past her knees, were to the lower part of her shins and also had the same fastenings and cuffs as the top and sleeves. This, along with the moonlight pouring in from the balcony, gave her the appearance of an angel that had been sent to earth by mistake. Mentally slapping himself for even thinking something so…so…unperfect soldier like, Heero watched silently, wondering what she was doing.
She looked down on the sleeping form of her supposed husband, her lips curled into a soft, adorning smile. For a moment she simply stood there and watched him, oblivious to everything else around her and lost in her own world of thought. With a delicate touch, he saw her gently brush a small stand of hair from Wufei's face before leaning down and brushing her lips against his. A small prang of jealousy washed over the pilot of Wing Zero as he wondered just what it would feel like to have someone kiss him like that. He had never had a kiss before, he never had a reason or a person to give it too him besides Relena…and he would rather go without ever kissing someone than kiss her.
He was, however, snapped out of his thoughts as he realized the self proclaimed "Rei" was slowly backing up towards him in ideas of leaving. Stepping back a bit, he watched with a slight smirk as she pulled the door carefully without turning. The raven beauty was trying her best not to waken anyone and was doing quite a commendable job considering he was the only who had heard her out here.
Without warning, the girl turned around and walked into his chest causing her to stumble back. Reaching out his arm quickly, he caught her as much to his own surprise as hers. She looked shocked up at him, stunned at realizing she had been found out. Heero was captured into her deep amethyst eyes, making him pause momentarily before setting her up right again and regaining his cold glare.
"What were you doing?" He demanded in a low voice.
The surprise that had flooded her eyes suddenly snapped to anger, making him want to glare even more. No one intimidated the Perfect Soldier. He couldn't help think, though, that her beauty magnified ten fold when she was mad. It was her aura, it blazed like a wild fire that could burn anything in its path and yet keep one safe and warm. Ugh, snap out of it Yuy! You're better than this! You're acting like a lovesick puppy and you only met her today, not to mention she is married! Great job, the girl you fall in love with is already taken by one of your best friends! How much more bad luck can you have!? You've also, just made her mad, smooth move Romeo! Wait a minute… since when have I been in love with her!?
"Look, Yuy! I was only checking on MY husband! I do NOT see this as a crime! Nor do I see this as ANY of YOUR business! Now, I am going back to bed. IF you'll excuse me!" She hissed before turning and storming off.
He had an over powering urge to grab her arm and apologize, but he ignored it. He hadn't meant to make her mad, but he also saw it as suspicious of her to just suddenly need to "check up" on her…husband. Mentally wincing as this he ignored it and followed her quickly, telling himself he couldn't trust her and needed to make sure she wasn't going to set up a bomb or something. Yeah right, but he was WAY too stubborn to admit other wise.
Heero knew she didn't know he was following her or she would have turned of him and probably have slapped him. But he didn't really care, she couldn't hurt him even if she WAS trained as a soldier.
Before he realized it, she had reached her room and shut the door again. Stepping in front of it, he waited for a moment to silently crack it open. Inside was Rei, sitting curled up at the bay window and staring up into the sky, the moonlight one again giving her an unearthly glow. It reflected off of her silken tresses and pale skin. Everything was absolutely perfect…except for the tails of tears sliding delicately down her cheeks. She was in pain, pain that went deeper than physical injuries.
Without thinking twice, he turned and hurried back towards the east wing. He wasn't able to help her, he couldn't ease her sorrow, but maybe Chang could. Even though something in the back of his mind demanded that he should be the one comforting her, he knew that was not possible. But is he wasn't able to atleast someone else could.
Reaching Wufei's room again, he stepped in and quickly made his way to the bed and yanked the covers off of the sleeping dragon, making him jump up with a start. After seeing that it was Heero and not an enemy soldier the dark haired boy was rather ticked off.
"What is it Yuy? Something wrong?" He asked, pulling himself out of bed and trying his hardest not to glare.
"The onna is crying in her room." He stated simply before turning to leave, he didn't want to have to watch her be in the arms of someone else again.
He didn't get far, however, when Wufei grabbed his shoulder and roughly yanked him around, looking about ready to kill the Japanese pilot right then and there.
"I swear Yuy, if you've hurt her." He growled dangerously, not thinking of any other reason the stotic soldier would know she was in such a state.
Earlier that day had been the first time he had ever seen his Meiren cry, and it hurt almost as bad as her dying in his arms. It wasn't something he could fight off and protect her from, it was just something she had to deal with. But he was determined not to let her go through it alone.
Pulling himself away from his grip, Heero glared coldly before leaving and returning to his own. He hadn't done it in time to prevent himself from seeing the form of the Chinese martial artist racing down the hall to rush to his grieving wife. The persian eyed boy was instantly at his laptop and pulling up all the information he could come up with on both Hino Rei and Chang Meiren…
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Heero lay awake in his bed, staring up at the ceiling as if would give him the answers he seeked. He had been laying there for almost six hour now and had yet to fall asleep. It was all that girl's fault. There was nothing special about her. She was rather pretty, but lots of girls were. The reason that he couldn't get her out of his mind was the fact that he couldn't figure her out! She seemed to be emotionally strong, except for the scene where she had first arrived, and by her naturally graceful movements it was clear she could be quite deadly had her fighting abilities been equal to theirs, or even Hilde for that matter and she was the least physically fit. But there was definitely a lot that she wasn't telling them, even to Wufei who she obviously cared for, he would even go so far as to call it love and Heero Yuy NEVER used that word. And he wouldn't use it for this if he hadn't been able to witness it himself. He didn't doubt her feelings toward the Chinese boy, for he saw it as clear as crystal shinning deep in her amethyst eyes. It was almost as if he was looking into her soul when he looked into those eyes, and that unnerved him more than anything ever had. Impossible. That's what it should have been for a soldier to find love, that's what he had been told since before he could remember. Emotions were weak, and even if they weren't no one would ever love a murderer…he knew this from experience. Relena always declared undying love to him followed him around and even going so far as to keep VERY close tabs on him, which reminded him strangely of a stalker, but he knew it wasn't love. It was infatuation, a feeling that he had shown her excitement in her life and she wanted more. She always tried to change him, not except him for who he was.
Then there was Hilde and Duo.
Duo was, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud and especially not to the hyperactive pilot, a very dear friend to him. But the braided boy had made a mistake on who he could trust his heart to. Hilde had been an OZ soldier and when she had changed to their side Duo of course had jumped at the idea to date her. He really did like the shorthaired girl and was quite willing to go so far as to marry her, but she didn't feel the same. To be more precise, she had laughed in his face and asked why she would want to marry a no account, no name, orphan who would not be able to support her. To say the least, the poor pilot of Deathscythe Hell Custom had been thoroughly heart broken. It had taken both Trowa and Quatre to stop him from shooting her in the head for hurting his friend like that. It had taken almost three for the violet eyed pilot to return to his happy go lucky self.
I had then become painfully clear to the persian eyed assassin that love was not made for soldiers.
But then this girl, Meiren or Rei…what ever her name was, shows up and throws all his theory out of the window. It had been already dark when the two had finally come out of the parlor to see them, and kind hearted Quatre had of course offered his house for the young woman to stay. They had decided to wait till the next day to hear the girl's explanation on her sudden appearance, but now Heero was extremely regretting it. This one girl, basically, contradicted everything he was told about emotions and soldiers.
It had also given him quite a shock to hear that Wufei, their Solitary Dragon, had once been married, let alone married to a warrior. Why, of all people had HE been able to find someone who loved him? It wasn't that he thought the onyx eyed boy didn't deserve it, it was the fact that didn't the rest of them deserve it too?
The girl's face danced across his mind, taunting him mercilessly, telling him he would never figure her out. Shaking his head quickly he blocked that out, no, he didn't need anyone to care for him. He had lived this long without it and he can continue to live without it. Besides, even IF he did have feelings for her, which he DIDN'T, he told himself stubbornly, she was obviously off limits. It was clear by the way Chang acted around her that he returned her feelings one hundred percent and there was no way he was going to lose her again, especially not to one of them.
Heero was about to get up and take a couple of sleeping pills so he could actually get some rest, when he heard something out in the hall. It was so soft he almost didn't hear it making him wonder if he actually heard it at all, but his soldier instincts wouldn't let him over look it. Pulling his gun out from under his pillow, he silently made his way to the door. It was probably just the braided baka going to get a midnight snack; he did this about three times a night on a good day, and more on bad. Duo seemed to take refuge in the art of eating, even if he wouldn't call it that himself.
Opening the door, he peaked out down the hall. His eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed a dark, female figure open the door to his Chinese comrade's room. She slipped in quietly and he took that chance to get from his current position to three doors down and across the hall.
He peered through the entrance that had been left a jar, giving him a full view of inside. Ready to rush in if needed, he watched the girl move to Wufei's bed, never once making a move to wake him. Her thigh long hair was being held back loosely in a low pony tail, leaving a few escaping strands to fall down into her face. She was wearing a pair of pajamas that belonged to one of Quatre's sister's. They were of pure white, the top having a Japanese style neck and shoulder fasteners while the sleeves passed her hands slightly because of being a couple of sized too big with silver cuffs and fasteners. The pants, which should have only fallen to slightly past her knees, were to the lower part of her shins and also had the same fastenings and cuffs as the top and sleeves. This, along with the moonlight pouring in from the balcony, gave her the appearance of an angel that had been sent to earth by mistake. Mentally slapping himself for even thinking something so…so…unperfect soldier like, Heero watched silently, wondering what she was doing.
She looked down on the sleeping form of her supposed husband, her lips curled into a soft, adorning smile. For a moment she simply stood there and watched him, oblivious to everything else around her and lost in her own world of thought. With a delicate touch, he saw her gently brush a small stand of hair from Wufei's face before leaning down and brushing her lips against his. A small prang of jealousy washed over the pilot of Wing Zero as he wondered just what it would feel like to have someone kiss him like that. He had never had a kiss before, he never had a reason or a person to give it too him besides Relena…and he would rather go without ever kissing someone than kiss her.
He was, however, snapped out of his thoughts as he realized the self proclaimed "Rei" was slowly backing up towards him in ideas of leaving. Stepping back a bit, he watched with a slight smirk as she pulled the door carefully without turning. The raven beauty was trying her best not to waken anyone and was doing quite a commendable job considering he was the only who had heard her out here.
Without warning, the girl turned around and walked into his chest causing her to stumble back. Reaching out his arm quickly, he caught her as much to his own surprise as hers. She looked shocked up at him, stunned at realizing she had been found out. Heero was captured into her deep amethyst eyes, making him pause momentarily before setting her up right again and regaining his cold glare.
"What were you doing?" He demanded in a low voice.
The surprise that had flooded her eyes suddenly snapped to anger, making him want to glare even more. No one intimidated the Perfect Soldier. He couldn't help think, though, that her beauty magnified ten fold when she was mad. It was her aura, it blazed like a wild fire that could burn anything in its path and yet keep one safe and warm. Ugh, snap out of it Yuy! You're better than this! You're acting like a lovesick puppy and you only met her today, not to mention she is married! Great job, the girl you fall in love with is already taken by one of your best friends! How much more bad luck can you have!? You've also, just made her mad, smooth move Romeo! Wait a minute… since when have I been in love with her!?
"Look, Yuy! I was only checking on MY husband! I do NOT see this as a crime! Nor do I see this as ANY of YOUR business! Now, I am going back to bed. IF you'll excuse me!" She hissed before turning and storming off.
He had an over powering urge to grab her arm and apologize, but he ignored it. He hadn't meant to make her mad, but he also saw it as suspicious of her to just suddenly need to "check up" on her…husband. Mentally wincing as this he ignored it and followed her quickly, telling himself he couldn't trust her and needed to make sure she wasn't going to set up a bomb or something. Yeah right, but he was WAY too stubborn to admit other wise.
Heero knew she didn't know he was following her or she would have turned of him and probably have slapped him. But he didn't really care, she couldn't hurt him even if she WAS trained as a soldier.
Before he realized it, she had reached her room and shut the door again. Stepping in front of it, he waited for a moment to silently crack it open. Inside was Rei, sitting curled up at the bay window and staring up into the sky, the moonlight one again giving her an unearthly glow. It reflected off of her silken tresses and pale skin. Everything was absolutely perfect…except for the tails of tears sliding delicately down her cheeks. She was in pain, pain that went deeper than physical injuries.
Without thinking twice, he turned and hurried back towards the east wing. He wasn't able to help her, he couldn't ease her sorrow, but maybe Chang could. Even though something in the back of his mind demanded that he should be the one comforting her, he knew that was not possible. But is he wasn't able to atleast someone else could.
Reaching Wufei's room again, he stepped in and quickly made his way to the bed and yanked the covers off of the sleeping dragon, making him jump up with a start. After seeing that it was Heero and not an enemy soldier the dark haired boy was rather ticked off.
"What is it Yuy? Something wrong?" He asked, pulling himself out of bed and trying his hardest not to glare.
"The onna is crying in her room." He stated simply before turning to leave, he didn't want to have to watch her be in the arms of someone else again.
He didn't get far, however, when Wufei grabbed his shoulder and roughly yanked him around, looking about ready to kill the Japanese pilot right then and there.
"I swear Yuy, if you've hurt her." He growled dangerously, not thinking of any other reason the stotic soldier would know she was in such a state.
Earlier that day had been the first time he had ever seen his Meiren cry, and it hurt almost as bad as her dying in his arms. It wasn't something he could fight off and protect her from, it was just something she had to deal with. But he was determined not to let her go through it alone.
Pulling himself away from his grip, Heero glared coldly before leaving and returning to his own. He hadn't done it in time to prevent himself from seeing the form of the Chinese martial artist racing down the hall to rush to his grieving wife. The persian eyed boy was instantly at his laptop and pulling up all the information he could come up with on both Hino Rei and Chang Meiren…
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